Tong Yangxing's choice was correct. Just after he and Du Du jumped into the trench, another projectile fell on the stone wall they had just brought.

This is a solid bullet shot from a twenty-four-pound cannon. The projectile weighing more than 20 pounds happened to hit a stone as big as a millstone. The big stone immediately collapsed and turned into various sharp shapes to sweep across the place, and its effect was exactly the same as a shotgun.

"Puff puff puff puff puff..."

Du Du and Tong Yangxing jumped into the trench, but more than a dozen red flag-inlaided Goshha and Bayala, who were originally responsible for protecting Du Du, suffered a disaster. They had no time to enter the trench and immediately became the targets of these gravels.

These people were hit by stones sprayed close at close range, either on their chests, behind their backs or on their heads. The lethality of these stones was amazing at such a close range. Even though they were wearing three-piece armor sets, they could not resist such an attack. Six or seven were knocked down on the spot, and blood mist sprayed out from their bodies.

The power of the large iron ball with more than 20 kilograms is too great. The powerful impact force will crush the stone that is large in millstone, and then it will knock a stone wall several meters long to collapse. The stones that were originally built temporarily and not glued together also flew around. Many Qing soldiers around who had no time to run away or hide were hit by the stones.

These people who were hit were like rags that were knocked away, rolling on the ground in various strange postures. Many people vomited blood and were beaten to pieces.

Du Du, hiding in the trench, had just sat upright when he saw something flying from the air and hit him heavily.

He looked at it and it turned out to be a person's upper body. The helmet on the man's head had already flown where it had flown, revealing the slender rat-tailed braid behind his head. His eyes were wide open, and his face was full of fear and incredible expressions.

Du Du looked at the half-body lying in front of him and felt that the man looked familiar. After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but shout: "Qiliman!"

This Qiliman was Bayala who had been following him for more than ten years. He has always been famous for his bravery and fearlessness. When he followed him to Liaodong in the past, he once set a record of leading a Niulu to defeat the three thousand Ming troops. Such a famous Eight Banners general has now been beaten into two pieces by an iron ball.

At this time, the Goshha and his soldiers who were lucky enough to be shot jumped into the trench as if they were not shot.

Before these terrified Qing soldiers could come back to their senses, they heard another shrill whistle from the foot of the mountain. Then the deafening sound of artillery was accompanied by dense smoke, and heavy projectiles roared towards the Qing army positions on Heisha Ridge.

Tong Yangxing shouted angrily: "The Ming army is firing again!"

This wave of shelling of Ming military no longer used solid bullets, but much more expensive flower bullets.

The shelling of the discussion was extremely loud, and it fell on the Qing army's positions, first hitting the stone wall or tent, and exploded at once.

The cannons that can fire flowering shells are at least twelve pounds. The shell shells are filled with black gunpowder and tiny steel balls. When the shells explode, these steel balls and shrapnel will become the deadliest killing weapon. As long as they are within the range of the shells, they cannot resist it no matter how many layers of heavy armor they wear.

"boom……"

A twenty-four-pound shell broke through a wall of earth and rolled into a tent and finally stopped rolling, but then it exploded. The dust and gravel in the sky splattered everywhere. Accompanied by a large stream of blood mist, three Qing soldiers hiding in the tent were beaten into pieces on the spot, and the soil flew around with some broken limbs.

That's not all. There are several Mongolian soldiers near the tent, although they are not hit by shrapnel, but they are also hit by powerful shock waves, and they all become dirty.

A bad guy was hit by a fist-sized shell that shot in from behind. His body instantly turned into two pieces. He was strong and did not die on the spot. He could only crawl on the ground in pain while making heart-wrenching wails.

"Boom..."

The shells kept falling on the Black Sha Ridge, and then exploded continuously, exploding the Qing soldiers who were avoiding the artillery fire, and from time to time, someone was hit by shrapnel or splashing hard objects and shouted loudly, and then he desperately asked his companions for help.

Under the fierce shelling, the morale of the Qing army instantly dropped to the bottom of the valley. The Qing soldiers were either bombed to the point of being unconscious or huddled in a certain place, with dull eyes. Some people sat at a loss, while others were muttering words, wondering which gods and Buddhas to pray to, or they were left to fate.

Watching the soldiers in their hands running away one by one, listening to the wailing sounds coming from around them, the flesh on Du Du's face kept shaking.

In the past, Dudu was also a brave general in the Qing Dynasty, but today he gave the courage he had been proud of on weekdays slowly fading with the explosions.

He turned his head to look and found that Tong Yangxing beside him had already poked his head out of the trench, staring straight at the Ming army artillery position at the foot of the mountain.

Although Du Du didn't know what Tong Yangxing was thinking, he could still guess from his tight hands and gritting expressions.

The artillery fire of the Jiangning Army finally stopped. Although the artillery fire lasted only three quarters of an hour, it was so tormented and long for the Qing soldiers.

When the whistling of artillery fire changed from dense to washing and finally calmed down, the Qing army on the entire Heisha Ridge felt as if he had walked through the gates of hell.

When the smoke of gunpowder slowly dissipated, the Heisha Ridge, which was originally shrouded in gunpowder, was finally exposed to people's sight again.

As a boss of the Liaodong Army, Sun Chengzong naturally would not look at him empty-handedly. He saw that he kept observing with the telescope given to him by Yang Feng in his hand, and the expression on his face was constantly changing. The other Liaodong Army generals with the Thousand Mile Mile Mile were not idle, and they were all observing closely.

Many people were sucking cold while observing. They no longer knew what language should be used to describe their mood.

Although the Liaodong Army had the most dealing with the Jiangning Army, many people always felt a chill rising from behind when they looked at the Qing army positions on Heisha Ridge.

The artillery bombardment of the Jiangning Army was really scary. Even though the Liaodong Army had purchased more than 60 artillery pieces from Yang Feng in the past two years, they had never thought that artillery could still be played like this.

It would be such a great effect to gather one or two hundred artillery together and then shoot the local positions at the same time. Judging from the shelling effect just now, the Qing army suffered heavy casualties. Although the accurate number cannot be estimated, it is certain that the morale of the Qing army on Heisha Ridge must have begun to decline now.
Chapter completed!