Not all cities are suitable for barricade warfare.
One characteristic of cities that can carry out barricade warfare is shantytowns. In this kind of place, the roads are winding and narrow, with random turns, Bagua Streets, and circular streets. There is no order at all. Because shantytowns are built in a mess. The streets are all
It is formed naturally. Moreover, many slopes have been built, which crowds the roads and makes walking very difficult.
The road construction in these places is extremely poor, and there are no sewers. They are all smelly ditches. On sunny days, you are covered with dirt, and on rainy days, your feet are muddy. People who are not familiar with them will get lost if they walk in.
The self-built buildings in these places are extremely irregular. They are built up one layer after another without any structure. Looking up from the narrow alley, you can only see the sky more than one meter wide. There are several layers of bamboo poles hanging on top.
Clothes are fluttering in the wind.
Such terrain is a nightmare for the Mongols, even if the locust army comes.
In fact, the Mongolians were still scared in their hearts. The big explosion just now gave them a great shock. But rationally, they also believed what Neqi Khan said. This kind of explosion can only go off once. After it explodes, it will be fine.
At this time, their desire for steel ingots once again made their eyes red.
At this time, dozens of street intersections outside the shantytown could be seen through the smoke. They touched about ten meters in front of the building. From this distance, they could see the street entrances clearly.
The barricade was not built against the street entrance. Instead, it was built thirty meters inward. This distance was exactly the range of the fire gate gun.
At this time, there was a sudden sound of cannon, and then in the building opposite them, muskets suddenly opened fire from behind the blocked doors and windows, and arrows were shot out.
There was also a sound that they had never heard before, and they could tell that it was very powerful. They didn't know that it was the sound of a steel crossbow being fired.
Archers and crossbowmen were lying on the roof, waiting for an opportunity to shoot arrows at the Mongolian team.
One of the marching Mongols suddenly fell down after a while.
Fortunately, the muskets were not densely packed. Because there were not enough nine-fire door guns, I simply fired the old-fashioned sharp guns in stock.
A group of rookies hid on the second and third floors, stretched out sharp guns from the brick gaps left by the blocked windows, lit them and fired.
There was so much smoke down there that they couldn't see clearly. But what the hell. Let's fight first.
Bang bang bang! Lines of fire flashed on the outermost building. Mongolians were shot from time to time. Although they were covered by smoke, the opponent's firearms were basically firing blindly. They could still hit some unlucky ones.
Now the entire battlefield is plunged into smoke. The enemy feels uncomfortable, but they themselves are also choking heavily. They keep coughing and their eyes are watering.
"Ahem! Ignore the muskets upstairs. Enter the streets and shoot the enemies on the streets first." Centurion Coleron yelled loudly.
I don't know where to enter these buildings, so I simply don't care about them for now. Let's go to the streets first.
A group of soldiers raised their shields and rushed forward. Dozens of warriors, holding spears and scimitars, followed behind and rushed towards a barricade in front.
Coleron took a closer look and found that the barricade was built with all kinds of random furniture. It had everything, including tables, chairs, benches, door panels, rotten wood, and large bamboo baskets filled with sand, straw bags, etc. It looked disgusting.
It hurts and I don’t know how to start climbing.
And the height is more than five meters, making it impossible to pass without climbing.
General Chen Jinxian saw from the gap that about a hundred Mongolians had entered the street and rushed over. He immediately shouted: "Fire, fight!"
Thirty sharp guns on the barricade, the first wave ignited the fuse.
Bang bang bang! A line of fire flashed past, and a burst of gunpowder smoke filled the air. Thirty lead bullets were shot from the fire door gun. Because the magic gun was a single shot. After the shooting, he immediately retreated and reloaded.
Eight of the Mongolian shield soldiers who rushed in the front row were shot immediately. At this distance, the round shield with three layers of rawhide wrapped in rattan could not block the lead bullet with a steel core.
Nowadays, Yang Fan's lead bullets, no matter what kind of gun they are, are almost all rusty steel balls covered with a layer of lead. This kind of projectile can penetrate triple armor within ten meters, let alone this kind of cowhide shield. The muzzle velocity is more than 300
A lead bullet with a muzzle velocity of more than 30 meters cannot be compared with that of a bow and arrow.
The seven or eight people in the front row groaned and fell to the ground.
The people behind ignored them and directly accelerated their speed. Since the other party has firearms, hurry up and don't give them a chance to reload.
Thirty sharpshooters withdrew, and ten nine-shot gunners immediately took up their place. They stretched out the barrels of their guns from the gaps between the sandbags and the furniture, pressed the butts of their guns tightly against their shoulders, and then, using a fire breaker, ignited the fuse at once.
Wei Ping is an apprentice. He is in the foundry workshop and is learning to do casting work. He is sixteen years old, but he has already been working for a year. In another year, he can become an apprentice.
Now he only has three coins a month, but if he becomes a full-time employee, he can earn five coins a month. There will also be bonuses and performance awards at the end of the year.
He envied his master the most, he could earn ten taels of silver a year.
He has been joining the militia for three months because his family's life is difficult. His father has lung disease and cannot do heavy work. His mother carries a burden and sells vegetables to feed the family. As a militiaman, he can get an extra one penny a month as a subsidy. This is very helpful to him.
Still very important.
He has fired more than a thousand rounds of lead bullets during training and is very skilled in the operation.
He first aimed at an armored Mongolian leader, who had a ferocious look on his face as he drove his men to climb up the barricade. The barricade was trapezoidal, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top.
Weiping decided to hit him. He narrowed his eyes, pointed the crosshair and rear sight at the leader, and lit the fuse with his right hand.
Bang! The muzzle of the gun jumped, and the shoulder shook due to the recoil.
The little boss fell down at the sound. Wei Ping clenched his fists excitedly. This was his first time shooting and killed an enemy in actual combat.
The steel core bullet penetrated the little boss's helmet and directly shattered his head.
Fifty taels to kill a man, that's the official price.
He was too short of money. Fifty taels was enough to treat his father. He then aimed at another person and fired another shot. This shot missed, and the person slipped and fell, taking his body with him.
The bullets were also empty.
"Empty all the bullets, stop aiming, and charge forward." came Chen Jinxian's anxious voice.
The ten men immediately gave up free fire and exposed half of their upper bodies. They faced the swarming Mongolians from the top of the barricade with a burst of output.
The fuse was lit continuously and all the remaining bullets in the barrel were fired out one after another.
The Mongols climbed up the barricade on their hands and knees, and were met with a storm of shooting. For a while, the smoke filled the air until it was almost impossible to see clearly again.
The dozen or so Mongolians in front were hit and sent flying backwards. Each of them was hit by several rounds of lead bullets.
The barrel of the gun was emptied and there was no time to reload. Chen Jinxian immediately shouted: "Fix the bayonet and kill them."
Wei Ping took off the bayonet from his waist, put it on the muzzle of the gun, twisted the latch, and locked the bayonet with a click.
With a roar, he kicked down a Mongolian who had just climbed up. He stabbed another Mongolian to death with his bayonet. Then he jumped and rushed down.
The ten men around him also jumped down with bayonets in hand. The thirty strong men behind him were also driven by the supervising officers to put the gun heads into the sharp guns and jumped down.
This chapter has been completed!