As soon as the officer fell to the ground, the remaining thirty cart pushers wanted to abandon the cart and run back.
But the dense bullets had already been fired. In an instant, they were beaten to the ground. A dozen of them were dead at that time, and there were five others who were still alive. They crawled back on the ground, and strips were dragged out on the cement bridge.
There were blood stains. The people behind who were covered by the truck were also exposed.
Soon the second round of gunfire came again, and the exposed personnel were named one after another.
Lerdu Niulu was so shocked that he huddled behind one or two carriages and calculated the time for the two rounds of firing.
"Only two breaths," his eyes widened in shock. This time was equivalent to ten seconds before the second round. The Niulu soldiers panicked and crowded behind other carriages because they were full.
, and some people were kicked out.
Then came the second round of firing.
The turrets on the high wall are too high, and the wooden shields of the carriages are only two meters long. This shielding effect is best if it is on a plain. If it is a city wall, it must be at a certain angle and distance to be effective.
Generally, the height of the city in the Ming Dynasty does not exceed eight meters, and the carriages are safe at a distance of 20 meters.
However, the high wall here is only 15 meters, and the turret is nearly 20 meters high. From this height, the carriage is useless, and all the personnel are almost exposed.
Bang bang bang! The steel-core lead bullets shot from above fell on their heads again. Some people quickly raised their shields. But it was of no use. These shields were still iron-clad shields. With the steel core
In front of the projectile, it looked like paper. Everything was penetrated.
Harding tilted his shield up, which was a trapezoidal shield made of rawhide and hardwood. Next to him, Hu Erhanda raised a swallow-tailed shield. The shields used by the Eight Banners were very mixed and there was no agreed standard. Because these shields were all
It was captured from the Liaodong Ming Army.
Moreover, whoever seizes the goods from each banner will belong to that Niu Lu. The interests of their departments are divided very clearly. Even Shangguan is not easy to coordinate. Therefore, the economic situation of each Niu Lu in the Eight Banners is different. Some are extremely poor, and some are rich.
Oil flow.
A high Niu Luzhen is very important. Because the Eight Banners is first an economic organization, equivalent to a collective farm, and an armed organization during wartime. Niu Luzhen is the CEO, and his ability to lead the family determines the lives of his subordinates' families.
level.
These lead bullets came like a storm, and Hu'erhanda's swallow-tail card was penetrated by three lead bullets. His chest was bleeding, and he fell to the ground screaming. Harding was not much better, and his unprotected calf was injured.
A steel-core bullet hit, directly shattering the leg bone. He gritted his teeth in pain and tried to huddle himself under the shield. He must not fall down.
Once you fall down, you will lose the protection of your shield and be beaten into pieces by more lead bullets.
Yue Tuo saw that this was not going to work. He hurriedly said: "Ama, you can't be beaten passively like this, rush forward. This bridge is about a hundred meters away, and you can cross it quickly."
Dai Shan stared ahead with his old eyes for a while, and then said: "No, we can't leave the cover of the carriages. Let them line up the shield carriages in a row and raise their shields to cover their heads. Move forward in a queue and get closer.
Immediately put up a ladder behind the high wall."
Daishan had rich experience, and he had already figured it out. He rushed up directly without cover, and no one knew how many people would die on this short 100-meter bridge. The carriages were still effective. Everyone raised their shields, and there were people on top of them.
Can't see clearly what's going on below.
"Blow the drums, maintain formation, and push through." Daishan ordered.
The war drums of the Zhenghong Banner were beating loudly. The infantrymen of the Zhenghong Banner immediately changed their formations.
Some of the carts were moving forward, some were retreating, and they were drawn into a row. Ten carts were walking side by side. In addition to the people pushing the carts, there were also infantrymen walking side by side, holding up shields. They were protecting themselves and the people pushing the carts from above.
stand up.
Behind a row of carriages, there are ten rows of infantry, and behind them are people carrying ladders. Behind them are another row of carriages. Behind them are another ten rows of infantry and men carrying ladders. Behind them are ten rows of large archers.
"Fight all the way to the city wall and let the artillery of the Han army fire to provide protection." Daishan continued to order.
Li Yongfang's three artillery brigades were assigned to the Daishan siege. There were a total of thirty Fran machine guns, which could fire one-pound shells.
Boom boom boom! The artillery of the Han Army Flag opened fire, hitting the turrets higher than the high wall.
These blockhouses are made of red bricks and cement. The walls are about one meter thick and very strong. They are also reinforced with reinforced concrete ring beams and columns.
The spherical solid bullets of these Fran cannons roared in, and five of the thirty rounds hit the turret. There was a loud bang, and a shell hit the outer wall of the turret, and several bricks were broken.
There was a burst of red mist and debris. But after being blown away by the wind, it was just a shallow pit the size of a bowl. The main structure was not damaged.
However, the secret artillery shells fired, causing the soldiers at the shooting port to retreat to avoid the damage of debris. The people below immediately accelerated the speed of pushing the cart. The big archers also began to throw bows and arrows. The musketeers also faced the wall across the river.
City gate gate tower and gun tower shot.
Wu Chen was a squadron leader. He observed the large number of Qing troops swarming on the bridge from the shooting port.
"Let them cross the bridge. When they reach this end of the bridge, use gunpowder-propelled grenades to blow up the carriages." Wu Chen ordered.
The fifteen soldiers behind them immediately used crowbars to open the wooden boxes. Each box contained a launcher and five artillery shells. This thing is actually a recoilless rifle. The shells themselves have no power and are essentially different from rockets.
This time, I saw the large army holding shields, a large black mass, slowly pressing over from the bridge.
"It's done. When we get to the wall, it's time for our son to show off his power. Hahaha." Daishan said with a smile.
Because the queue was tight, the shields were densely packed, and the wall could not be seen clearly, the effectiveness of the volley was significantly reduced. Occasionally, someone was shot through the gap in the shield and fell down screaming. Someone would immediately fill the position and raise the gun as needed.
Raise your shield.
Seeing that more than a thousand people had reached the other end of the bridge.
"Fire, hit the first row of carriages." Wu Chen gave the order.
Fifteen soldiers carrying this simple recoilless rifle immediately appeared at the crenel on the top of the turret. This crudely made recoilless rifle, like Adolf's iron fist, immediately pulled the trigger. The flintlock bolt immediately ignited, and the gun fired.
The maroon gunpowder in the pool was ignited.
Boom boom boom! Fifteen grenade launchers spurted flames and thick smoke from their butts. There was no way, it was still the era of black powder, and the fireworks sprayed behind were too big. Fifteen shells were directed at the twenty grenade launchers in the first row.
The car flew away.
The Qing troops under the bridge also saw what it was and how it was emitting smoke backwards.
The muskets and artillery of this era were all front-loaded and could only emit smoke forward. They had never seen such a weapon that emitted smoke from the buttocks.
But soon they won't need to be surprised.
Fifteen flying fireballs rammed diagonally into the carriage and the dense military formation behind it.
On the Drum Tower further away, on the highest floor, Huang Taiji and his generals and ministers were also watching the battle. Seeing these black spots flying with long tails, Li Yongfang trembled all over. He was in Duolun that year.
I saw Yang Fan using this thing during the battle. I didn't expect it to be used here.
This chapter has been completed!