"Let's change to shotgun shells. Five rounds of rapid fire." Yang Fan put down the binoculars and said.
The orderly soldier behind took out his signal gun and pointed it at the sky, bang bang bang three green signal flares in succession.
The officers in the car camp immediately blew their whistles.
When Cao Xiu heard the whistle, he leaned out of the side door and looked towards the sky.
Three green flares.
"Return the cannon and replace it with shotgun shells. Quickly," Cao Xiu ordered loudly.
The artillery that had just been fired and reset was pulled back and loaded with fixed shotshells.
At this time, a large number of Mongolian soldiers bypassed the wreckage of the shield vehicles and surged in from between the shield vehicles like a tide.
"Fire!" Cao Xiu shouted.
The copper hair roared, and the man took the back seat fiercely.
A thousand small steel balls flew out from the muzzle accompanied by fierce flames. As soon as they left the muzzle, they quickly dispersed according to a certain fan angle, forming a dense fan barrage.
Yang Fan stood on the top of the mountain and saw the Mongolians rushing up like a sea of people and falling in droves under the dense barrage of steel balls.
There are six hundred bronze gates on the three walls, and each wall has two hundred gates. The length of the city wall is one meter, and the width of the cannon carriage is two meters.
The distance between cars is only about four to five meters.
This does not require every artillery to fire at the same time. Because the shotgun shells are scattered over a large area, only fifty guns fire at a time to cover enough.
In this way, four rounds of fire are formed. The copper-fired cannon uses fixed ammunition and can reach a firing rate of two rounds per minute. In this way, one round can be fired in seven or eight seconds.
Tu Shanyue looked at the continuous shotgun fire from three sides with a telescope. The surging crowd was like a wave hitting a rock, being smashed into pieces.
The Mongols were very brave. They held round shields with wooden frames covered with several layers of rawhide. Carrying scimitars, they charged forward with howls. Unfortunately, they didn't make it more than a dozen steps before they were hit head-on with head-on blows.
dense steel ball projectiles.
Their shields instantly turned into sieves, and their leather armor was useless. At this speed, even Jiannu's cloth-faced three-layer armor was the same as Zhihu's. Not to mention that many of them didn't wear armor at all.
.
The steel balls hit the first row of people, but their power was far from being exhausted. After penetrating the human body, they continued to move forward and entered the people behind again. Some steel balls even penetrated four or five people. After all, this was an artillery piece, not a musket.
.The kinetic energy difference is too big.
Every time a cannon was fired, the Mongolian crowd fell over a large fan-shaped area.
The people in the front row were even shattered by the dense rain of steel ball bullets, turning into pieces of flesh and blood and flying backwards. There might even be a whole corpse in the back.
Lin Yueru's hands were shaking as she watched. After the Mongolians were cleared of a large area by one shot, the people behind them just rushed through the area when another shot came.
The ground was covered with human body fragments, and the thick blood soaked the grass. The ground was wet and slippery. The Mongolians stumbled, slid, and rolled forward as they charged forward. They fell and were covered in blood.
.Some tripped over the dead bodies on the ground, got up and continued charging.
The distance of thirty to sixty meters seemed to be a meat grinder belt. No one could rush through this death zone. Only endless artillery fire was spraying, spraying again, and continuing to spray.
Although Lin Yueru had never been on the battlefield, she still knew the situation on the battlefield. At this time, she felt scared for the first time.
War under hot weapons can be so cruel.
After intense training, the soldiers in the car camp seemed to have turned into robots. They fired meticulously based on muscle memory and in accordance with the drill. It seemed that nothing in the world could interfere with them.
They don't look at the effect of shooting at all, they just keep loading, aiming, firing, and resetting the back seat. Only the corps commander and officers observe the battlefield. The gunners only mind their own business. Before there are new orders, they are mechanical.
Fire.
If the enemy rushes forward, there will be a corps commander instructing them to act according to the regulations. They don't need to be smart at all.
Soldiers think little and just do it.
Mang Gurtai, Khan Ahai, and Buyan Ahai stood on the mountain and looked into the distance. Now the wind is blowing, a strong level 5 wind blowing away the smoke.
Clearly see how Cheying City bombarded the enemy.
From the first sound of the cannon, they knew that the losses this time would definitely not be small. Now that the attack had reached this level, they could see clearly that this Ming army actually had 600 sidecars, and each sidecar
They all have a copper hair basket.
Six hundred guns! All heavy guns!
Oh my god, this is Ming Dynasty's army.
Back then, the Qi family's army beat Duoyan to a pulp, and their sidecar only had a large carrying gun, plus two or three firecrackers.
Mang Gurtai was sitting on the top chair at this time, his palms and back were covered in cold sweat.
Although he was reckless, he was not a fool. He knew clearly that under such firepower, his Zhenglan Banner, although both cavalry and infantry were wearing three layers of armor, could not withstand such firepower.
In the face of spherical solid bullets and shotgun shells, there is actually no difference whether they penetrate the armor stomach or not. Without the burden of the armor stomach, you feel relaxed and can charge faster.
Under such strong firepower, the armor stomach has no function and is just a burden.
Less than two-quarters of an hour after the cannon was fired, the Mongols had already killed or wounded five or six thousand people. This rate of bloodshed was really shocking.
What if one day this army wants to leave Shanhaiguan and attack Liaodong?
Mang Gurtai and Huang Taiji originally thought they were here to pick up some bargains this time. They originally planned to send troops to defeat Lin Dan Khan in the second half of this year, and then attack the Ming Dynasty next year and plunder some supplies.
Unexpectedly, the Han people have developed such a large area on the grassland. It has a population of more than hundreds of thousands, and a huge amount of food and various supplies. If it is conquered, all the supplies for this year will be solved.
He didn't take it seriously until the artillery fire. Now looking at the bloody river of Mongol fever in front of him, he realized that this was a hard bone that not only the Mongols couldn't gnaw, but his Zhenglan flag couldn't gnaw either.
Under such dense and continuous artillery fire, individual bravery is meaningless.
Khan Ahai was trembling with distress at this time, and all the Taijis had pale faces. A Mongolian warrior spent more than ten years from birth to adulthood, eating countless cattle and sheep, and practicing hard riding and archery.
Now filling it in like this will fertilize the grassland in vain.
"Dear Sanbeile, why don't we withdraw first? I think the soldiers can't bear it anymore. According to the intelligence, Ming people still have 8,000 cavalry who have not been dispatched. If the infantry is defeated, the cavalry will come out."
, I’m afraid it’s going to be a big defeat.”
Mang Gurtai was also very confused in his heart. So many men and horses had been invested and so many lives had been taken. Even though they were all Mongolians, if they retreated now, all the investment would be in vain.
Ci does not lead troops! He understood this truth at a very young age.
"You can't keep firing the copper-haired gun. This thing needs to cool down. If you insist on it for a while, their artillery will be overheated and unable to fire. Then you can rush up. But if we stop, they will cool down the artillery.
, our fight was in vain.”
Mang Gurtai said cheerfully.
Khan Ahai and Buyan Ahai looked at each other. They actually knew Tongfaji very well until Mang Gurtai told the truth.
Their hearts are bleeding, and now they are really riding a tiger.
Stop attacking. All the previous investment has been in vain.
Keep gritting your teeth and persisting, I really can't bear these casualties.
If it weren't for the fact that there was really no food for the winter and everyone was in a hurry, the Mongols would have been defeated long ago. It would be a miracle that they could persist until now.
"Blow the trumpet and continue the attack. Wait for their artillery to heat up. We have been fighting for more than half an hour. Their rate of fire is so fast that they almost stopped shooting." Khan Ahai said through gritted teeth.
Buyan Ahai also nodded heavily. At this time, he was more ruthless than anyone else.
Mang Gurtai looked at the two of them approvingly, nodded and said: "Being cruel to yourself is truly cruel. Don't worry, my judgment will not be wrong. They won't be able to hold on for too long."
As soon as Mang Gurtai finished speaking, he saw that on the three walls of Checheng, the artillery fire began to gradually decrease. The Ming army's artillery finally began to overheat.
The rate of fire has dropped significantly.
This chapter has been completed!