The movements of the Ming army could not be hidden from the Qing army located at a high place.

At the highest point of Heisha Ridge, a huge platform was built, surrounded by dense military camp tents, and flags with red bottom and blue sides were flying outside the trenches.

Next to the platform, a huge golden dragon woven with dragon tiles stood up. Under the dragon tiles, Du Du, who had not calmed down from the joy of shelling the Ming army just now, put down the Qianli Miles in his hand, and his face was very gloomy.

He handed the Qianli Mirror in his hand to Tong Yangxing beside him and said, "Look, can the artillery of your artillery battalion be fired?"

Tong Yangxing took Qianlijing and looked carefully for a while and shook his head: "Master Beile, the Ming army's artillery position is three miles away from us, so our artillery cannot hit there."

"What... can't be played?"

Du Du widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Tong Yangxing, don't bully me. The same cannon, and we are still condescending on the top of the mountain. Logically speaking, the range should be farther than theirs. Now you tell me that you can't hit them, what is your firearm battalion for?"

Tong Yangxing's face turned red and argued: "Master Beile, you don't know that although we also imitate the Ming army's artillery, our craftsmen are not as skilled as humans. The imitation cannons not only have thicker barrels than theirs, but also use less medicine than the Ming army. They are naturally closer to theirs. What's the use of you blaming me here?

If you want to compare the range with the Ming army's artillery, you can only move our Red Barbarian cannons here."

The red cannons of the Qing Dynasty were also imitated by Ming army artillery, but these red cannons often weighed thousands of kilograms. In the era of underdeveloped transportation, it was definitely hell-level to transport such things up the mountain.

"you……"

Du Du raised the whip in his hand and was about to thrust over, but when he saw Tong Yangxing standing in front of him, he could only force his anger.

You should know that Tong Yangxing is not a slave under his command. Since he was in charge of the firearm camp under Huang Taiji's order, the status of the Han army flag has been significantly improved a lot, almost the same as the Eight Mongolian Banners. Besides, Tong Yangxing has always been valued by Huang Taiji. If he really beat him up because of this, if he sued Huang Taiji after the war, he would probably not be able to bear it.

"snort!"

After breathing a breath of turbid air, Du Du lowered his hand and was about to say something on the spot, but at this moment, he heard a dull roar coming from the bottom of the mountain.

"fire!"

On the Ming army's position, as Qiu Disheng's voice fell, a gunner pulled the cannon rope.

With a loud bang, a large area of ​​thick fireworks spewed out of the muzzle as thick as a bowl, and the cannon body shook violently. A huge black iron bullet rushed out of the cannon chamber and flew towards the Qing army position in Heishaling in the distance.

"The Ming army fired!"

With Tong Yangxing's sharp scream, Du Du, who was originally standing on the stage, immediately jumped off the platform.

Tong Yangxing ignored everything else and pulled Du Du to hide behind the stone wall next to the high platform, and pressed his body tightly against the wall.

I heard the cannonballs whistling past, crossing the stone wall and heading towards the slope behind.

Then there was only a bang, and the projectile as thick as a bowl shot onto a pile of soil below the slope, stirring up a large area of ​​soil. Finally, it rolled down the slope, and stopped in a trench.

This shell did not cause any damage to the Qing army except to stir up a pile of dust.

Seeing this situation, the Qing army on Heisha Ridge cheered.

Even Du Du couldn't help but pat Tong Yangxing on the shoulder and praised: "Your trenches are well dug. With these stone walls and trenches, the Ming army's artillery will no longer pose any threat to us!"

The Qing army and Mongolian soldiers on Heisha Ridge were even more happy, as if the things they had worried about for a long time finally disappeared.

Just as the Qing army was celebrating this incident, Qiu Disheng on the hillside asked the gunners to adjust the angle. He waved the red flag in his hand, and the trumpeter beside him blew the sharp whistle in his mouth almost at the same time.

As the sharp whistle sounded, more than a hundred artillery re-adjusted angles on the artillery position made a deafening roar, and thick white smoke spewed out from the muzzle, and thick white eyes quickly covered the artillery position in front.

The movements caused by hundreds of artillery fires were not easy. The huge roar even the war horses several miles away were frightened. Even the Ming army's main formation in the rear caused a commotion. Sun Chengzong and a large group of Liaodong generals were less than 500 meters away from the artillery. After hearing the cannons, many people's hearts were beating violently. The artillery of the Jiangning Army was so powerful.

Wu Sangui quietly asked Zu Dashou on the side, with a hint of confusion and fear in his voice, "Uncle, we are not without the artillery of the Jiangning Army. Why does it sound so huge today? The artillery we hear on weekdays doesn't seem to be the same."

Zu Dashou forced himself to suppress his anxiety and whispered: "The cannon's medicine and projectiles are all made of silver, and the gunners can easily carry out live-fire shooting in a year or two.

Even if the entire army is doing exercises, we can only use seven or eight artillery fire at most, and our power is naturally not comparable to the hundreds of artillery fires like the Jiangning Army.”

Wu Sangui curled his lips helplessly. This guy who is both good at training troops and is a rich man hates the most.

While the two were talking, the Qing army on Heisha Ridge looked at the countless bullets pounced towards them in the air. The smiles on their faces, who were just mocking Ming army, instantly became stiff.

"Do not to go..."

I don't know who screamed.

A twelve-pound iron ball hit a stone wall with a whistling sound.

This stone wall was temporarily built by Tong Yangxing and others these days. It was built with temporarily found stones. Its hardness is naturally not comparable to that of a city gun.

Amid the loud noise, the stone wall, which was one foot thick, collapsed, and several Mongolian soldiers hiding behind were pressed under the stone.

These Mongolian soldiers, who were originally squatting or standing, were buried under the stones of various sizes without having time to hide. When several Mongolian soldiers had time to make miserable screams, they were pressed into various shapes. Soon blood and crushed limbs flowed out of the pile of stones.

This phenomenon is not an isolated case. As solid bullets continue to fall, stone walls are constantly hit. The temporarily built stone walls cannot stop the projectiles coming with powerful kinetic energy, and they beat the Qing army hiding behind the stone walls to the point where they fly.

"Master Beile, go quickly, don't be here, hurry up and hide in the trench!"
Chapter completed!