The shelling not only wiped out the entire Hongyi artillery team of the rebels, but several shells landed among the dense rebels waiting nearby, instantly killing fifty or sixty people and injuring hundreds. The ground was covered with fragments of corpses and corpses.
There was blood and the screams of the wounded one after another.
The rebel army, which had barely finished forming, became chaotic, and some refugees turned around and tried to escape. Fortunately, the shells did not continue to fall. Mao Chenglu's men surrounded them from all sides and killed more than a dozen people before they could maintain the team.
Mao Chenglu looked extremely ugly. Although not many people were killed by these cannons, it would be much more difficult for him to seize the stronghold after destroying the help of the Hongyi Artillery Team.
What surprised him the most was the power of the opponent's artillery. He had seen blooming artillery shells before, but he had never seen such a powerful thing - not even the large ones used to defend the city, which could only be moved by two people.
The cannonballs fired just now are so powerful, not to mention the cannonballs.
The Ming Dynasty's army can fire cannons, which are actually poisonous gas bombs: the cannonballs contain a small amount of gunpowder as a detonating agent, and the others mainly include sulfur, lime, and many toxic traditional Chinese medicines such as croton. After the bomb explodes, the smoke disperses;
The other type is indeed a grenade, but it has very little charge and only explodes in half after landing. Both are not as powerful as firing solid bullets or swarms, so they are not widely used.
It seemed that the opponent's cannons were not only sharp, but their artillery was far superior to his own - Mao Chenglu was secretly worried. Now that the enemy had ceased fire, it was obvious that they had fired too much and they had to stop firing.
The artillery of the 16th and 17th centuries had limited smelting and casting technology and low strength, so the gun body was heavy and the firing rate was not high. It could fire up to 12 to 15 shells an hour and no more than 100 rounds per day.
60~80 rounds. This requires a large amount of vinegar for forced cooling.
Mao Chenglu didn't know the quality of his opponent's artillery. The intense burst of artillery fire just now made him think that the opponent's artillery should have entered the heat dissipation stage. It happened to be an excellent opportunity for his own side to launch an impact.
"Drumming!" He ordered loudly, "First formation, enter!"
The drums rang rapidly, and the first group of refugee soldiers began to commotion - they had been scared out of their wits by the intensive artillery fire. The little courage they had summoned had long since disappeared, and many of them were only temporarily incited.
With their bloody courage, when death was presented in front of them in such a simple and bloody manner, almost everyone showed a tendency to flinch.
There were more than a thousand people, jostling each other but refusing to move forward.
The rebels had already experienced this and did not need to give orders. As soon as the second drum beat, the rebels escorting the team had already raised their swords and killed several people at the end of the team.
"Kill without advancing!" Following the screams and roars of the escort from behind, the crowd at the end of the queue began to surge forward, forcing those in front to also start moving forward.
On the Willow Edge Fortress, reports were everywhere that the artillery was ready and ready to fire at any time.
Chen Sigen raised his telescope: the first group of refugees had already set foot on the sand embankment, watching the chaotic crowd rushing towards the wicker edge. The tragic scene of being forced to die made him more and more intolerable, but
At this time, the artillery in the emplacement had been calibrated to the target. He hesitated for a moment and ordered: "Shoot!"
As a signal rocket rose, all the artillery of the Wickerbian Fortress and Qim Island detachment were fired at the same time. Because the target had been calibrated, the first round of artillery shells accurately hit the target area.
The target of the shooting this time was the rear of the refugees. In other words, the artillery did not directly hit the refugees at the front, but shelled the large group of people waiting at the back to join the attack. Chen Sigen hoped to use this method to directly force the rebels
There will be chaos and as few deaths as possible.
The sound of artillery alerted Mao Chenglu and his generals who were observing the battle formation: What, the other party fired again? How many cannons do they have?
As I was thinking about it, I saw many streaks of smoke coming from the fort and bay on the island, flying towards the shore. However, this time the shells did not fall directly, but exploded in mid-air and sprayed towards the ground instantly.
Dozens to hundreds of small iron balls
Heavy rain of artillery fire continued, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere, and broken limbs to scatter. Those that hit the ground would eject smoke as high as half a man. Not to mention the unorganized training in front of the frontal formation.
The refugees immediately dispersed as soon as they arrived. Even the rebel soldiers who were preparing to fight depending on the situation were also frightened and fled in all directions. Some people rolled directly from the sand embankment onto the ice and fled toward the shore like crazy.
Mao Chenglu's face turned pale. The gunners in Dengzhou were known as the strongest in the Ming army, regardless of the speed of fire or the density of artillery fire. But in his current feeling, the opponent's artillery fire seemed to be a steady stream that would never stop.
The heavy rain of iron balls swept across the disintegrated formations one after another. Cries, screams and meaningless screams of people in panic filled the air. Even those military formations that were not affected, many soldiers were in the formation.
There was a commotion and fright.
The first group who had already approached the willow tree were frightened by the artillery fire. Although only a few shells fell on their heads, everyone still turned around and ran away together, not even caring about the rebels in the escort team.
He wielded his sword to kill the war supervisor, and was dragged away together. Countless rags were immediately left on the sand embankment.
On the Chinese side, Mao Chenglu's servants and soldiers were in a commotion, and everyone had thoughts of fear in their hearts: fighting with swords and guns, these veteran ruffians who had been on the battlefield for a long time were not afraid, but just standing like this, even the enemy
The feeling of being beaten to death without even seeing what he looked like is really despairing.
Mao Chenglu and others looked extremely ugly. Although this burst of artillery fire only disrupted the formation of a few thousand refugees and the rebel soldiers suffered few casualties, nearly ten thousand people fell into chaos as soon as the opponent fired artillery. I am afraid this battle cannot be fought.
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Having more people is both an advantage and a disadvantage. Mao Chenglu understood this truth. If this "hundred-thousand-thousand-strong army" were to cause chaos, he would probably be trampled to death even if he ran away.
With a livid face, he waved his horsewhip and said, "Come on, the servant team, clean up this group of rogues and tell them to continue charging!"
The servants quickly rushed out and intercepted the scattered rebels. The refugees were unarmed, so they had to stop and wait for corrections after being beheaded by several servants. The veteran gangsters were not so easy to deal with, and they swung their swords without hesitation.
Resistance led to fighting in many places.
On Qimu Island, there were many village warriors who advanced into the column at the Willow Edge Fortress to help carry ammunition. They had never seen the power of cannons. Although many people knew that the master's "bird gun" was extremely sharp, no matter how sharp the bird gun was, it was just a bird.
Unexpectedly, cannons and cannons were even more powerful. After twenty or thirty cannons, the opponent was completely routed and could not even close in. The entire fortress suddenly burst into smiles and cheers.
At this moment, someone hurried over and reported important news to him.
The observation post just observed through the artillery mirror that the location of the rebel central army was at position 4471.
Chen Sigen looked at the design drawing board and raised the telescope: This place is a bit far from Qimu Island, with a straight-line distance of 1,800 meters. In this time and space, no cannon can shoot such a distance. It seems that Mao Chenglu has a lot of ambitions.
Chen Sigen thought to himself. He ordered again: "Cease fire, load grenades on each gun, target position 4471 in five minutes!" Then he added, "Get ready to fire quickly!"
The distance was increased to 1,800 meters. Although it was still within the effective range of each gun, the accuracy was greatly reduced at longer distances. Chen Sigen decided to launch a rapid fire and projected a large number of artillery shells to the target location at once, making it too late for Mao Chenglu and his Chinese army.
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When the artillery roared on Qimu Island, Chen Guangfu's 500 men had quietly arrived in a woods by Longkou Bay. Chen Guangfu chose this place as a starting point after careful consideration: from this small forest to the ice
, until reaching Qimu Island, although the journey is longer than other places, the ice surface is firm and suitable for horseback riding.
The horse travels very fast, even if it is half a mile long, it will not be a problem. If you encounter an ice gap on the way forward, it will cause a lot of trouble.
Each of the five hundred knights gathered their breath in silence, just waiting for his order.
Gunmen kept coming from the other side of the sand embankment. Chen Guangfu secretly rejoiced: There is a fight over there! He immediately sent an order:
"Brothers, come on!" He said as he spurred his horse and was the first to emerge from the woods.
Almost at the same time, five hundred horses surged out of the woods and poured onto the ice of Longkou Bay.
The horses' hooves boiled, and the snow smoke burst out. The five hundred horsemen shot towards the soft lower belly of Qimu Island like arrows from the string.
The shrill siren sounded almost simultaneously on Qimu Island. Zhu Mingxia, who had been sitting cross-legged with the soldiers on the ground, suddenly stood up. He glanced at the signal platform and saw the flag hanging out indicating that the opponent was coming from the west of Qimu Island.
Came here.
"Drum!" he shouted.
The drums of rapid preparations sounded. The soldiers who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground to rest all stood up. While dusting themselves, they hurriedly fastened their hatbands and checked their weapons.
The four companies instantly entered a state of preparation for battle. Zhu Mingxia said in a deep voice: "Light infantry company, three companies in battle line, four companies in company column, follow me in, and grenadier company as reserve team! Each company runs!"
The three companies quickly drove to the shore - it was full of sandy beaches, which was very suitable for the enemy to land, so barbed wire fences and anti-horses had been laid out on the frozen beach in advance. The three companies led by Zhu Mingxia rushed to the shore.
"Take the company as a unit and spread out in double rows!" He was the first to rush to the shore and saw cavalry galloping on the ice - it turned out that the enemy's backhand was here. Zhu Mingxia thought to himself.
"The scale is 300 meters, ready to shoot!" He raised a hand, observing the movement of the cavalry, "Let go!" ^-^^-^
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