Yang Feng pointed to the wall that the Tartars had sacks of soil and a small amount of stones in front of him and asked, "Qiu Disheng, the Tartars set up a wall in front to block our attack. Is there any way for your artillery battalion to open a road for the infantry brothers?"

Qiu Disheng looked in the direction Yang Feng pointed, then looked at it for a while and smiled, saying contemptuously: "Marty, if you can't even have such a wall made of mud, I'd better go home and hold the child."

"Go home to hold the kids?"

As soon as he heard this, Song Ye and more than a dozen servants beside Yang Feng showed strange expressions on their faces.

Yang Feng even showed contempt and waved his hand impatiently.

"Save bragging words until later. If you want a child, you must let Medical Officer Zhang agree first. Now you can do the things that I have given you."

Most people in the Jiangning Army know about the matter between Geng Bingyi and Zhang Bailing, the commander of the medical battalion. Although this guy is right in the artillery camp, he seems to have changed his mind when facing Zhang Bailing, as if he is a different person, as obedient as a quail, this matter has long become a joke in the upper class of the Jiangning Army.

Although not everyone can say this joke, it would be different if Yang Feng was aware that Yang Feng was using this to hit him, Chiu Disheng could only vent his anger on the opposite Tartar.

In order to capture all the Tartars in Shengjing City this time, Yang Feng not only reserved some troops to block the four city gates, but also allocated most of the artillery to assist, so the artillery promoted with the attacking troops was only some light artillery.

This light gun imitates the M1841 6-pound cannon, which is also the smallest caliber gun equipped by the Jiangning Army. It has a caliber of 93 mm, a barrel length of 1.52 meters (16.3 times the caliber), and a gun weighs 389 kilograms.

Although this kind of gun has a small caliber, it can also fire solid shells, blasting shells and shrapnel shells. Its disadvantage is that the caliber is too small and its power is naturally not very large.

Since it weighs less than 800 kilograms, after loading the wheels, three or four gunners can drag it around. If you are accompanied by a Toma, you can even follow the cavalry.

Back to the artillery battalion, Qiu Disheng quickly shouted at the gunners. Under the command of officers at all levels, the gunners unloaded the artillery from their saddles, and then pushed the artillery into rows along the street. A total of more than 20 artillery pieces lined up in two rows, and the muzzles emitting cold light pointed at the front.

The Ming army's actions did not hide the slightest. The Qing army behind the opposite wall and bunker looked at the Ming army's actions in front, and their faces changed a little.

After fighting with the Jiangning Army for so long, they knew better than anyone else about the power of the Jiangning Army artillery. The city wall in Shengjing was hard enough. They bombarded the city wall for three days and knocked it down. Their temporary stuff that was built with soil might not even be able to withstand a round of artillery.

A Goshha said to Gertai, the deputy commander of the Yellow Flag beside him with a slight trembling voice: "Master, the Ming army has begun to set up artillery, what should we... do?"

Gertai turned his head and looked at the soldiers around him, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes.

The Yellow Banner belongs to the armed forces directly under Huang Taiji. On weekdays, there are 12,000 troops and horses at full capacity, which is an amazing number.

The Qing Dynasty had eight flags, and their strength was naturally strong and weak. The average flag's troops were about seven or eight thousand, and the difference was only five or six thousand. The strength of the Yellow Flag Banner was no less than that of them. But now there were only such people left in the Yellow Flag Banner, which was originally powerful. The rest were either killed in battle or lost in every corner of Shengjing City.

"Master, you can say something at that time, what should we do?" Goshha next to him saw Gertai silent for a long time and asked again.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound rang out, and Goshha's face quickly swollen. It turned out that Gertai slapped him hard.

"You damn slave!"

There was a fierce light in Gertai's eyes.

"We were born from the Qing Dynasty, and were corpses from the Qing Dynasty. Even if the Ming army had artillery, it would be fine if we could die here in battle." Gertai cursed the horse whip in his hand and twitched it blindly.

"Dog slave, you will be the first to rush up when Mingjun comes later, otherwise I will kill you alive!"

This Goshha was whipped by a horse whip, but he didn't dare to defend himself, but he just lowered his head and did not dare to make a sound.

However, the enemy is in front of him. After whipping a few whips, Gertai stopped in disappointment and pointed at the Goshha and said, "You... go to the Han army flag immediately to select fifty people. After the Ming army attacks, you will take them to launch a counterattack. It would be fine if you can drive Minggou back. If you can't drive Minggou back, you will die in front of the formation."

Goshha trembled for a moment and won in a low voice, "Yeah!"

Goshha around him saw all this, but no one made any noise.

Manchus, who had just come out of the deep mountains and forests of Baishan, Black Water, and Deep Mountains for a few years, were actually in the transition stage from a slave society to a feudal society.

In the framework of the Qing Dynasty, the emperor was the largest slave owner in this country. The people of the entire Qing Dynasty were his slaves, and his ministers and generals were also slave owners of all sizes.

The Goshhas around Gertai were nominally his personal soldiers, but to put it bluntly, they were his slaves, and their life and death were all in his thoughts. Even if Gertai asked them to die, they would not have the ability to resist at all.

This is also why Gertai issued a task that was clearly sent to death, and the man dared not say a single complaint.

After years of war tempering, the gunners of the artillery battalion have grown rapidly in terms of quality and experience. In less than a quarter of an hour, more than 20 artillery pieces were set up. Next to each artillery were three or four artillery pieces, and more than ten ammunition boxes were placed more than ten steps away from the artillery pieces.

Chiu Disheng, dressed in military uniform, stood in the middle of the second row of artillery positions, looked directly at the Tartar wall opposite, slowly raised his right hand, closed his left eye, raised his thumb, and kept his eyes and thumb tips approximately level. After looking at it, he said.

"All units pay attention, the target... four hundred and sixty meters ahead, the first round of solid bullets will be opened!"

The gunner, who had been on standby, pulled the ropes, and with the sharp sound of the cannon, the cannon body shook, and a long white smoke with scorching fire was sprayed out sharply from the muzzle.

The Tartars, who had been prepared behind the wall, heard the sharp shells sounding. They had been tempered by the artillery fire of the Jiangning Army, and they did not need the officer to remind them, and they all lay on the ground or hid behind the bunkers they had prepared long ago.

"boom……"

A solid bullet hit the sack heavily, and the huge impact force smashed the sack to pieces. Then the shell hit a vest soldier hiding behind with unfinished power.

In an instant, blood mist rose like drizzle, and the upper body of the vest soldier disappeared immediately. After a while, he saw a head falling heavily from mid-air to the ground, making a muffled sound.

A soldier from the Han army flag who had no time to dodge was still running. His body was still intact, but the head level on his neck was gone, leaving only red plasma and white brain particles scattered all over the ground.

Another vest soldier who had thought he was hiding very much was hit by a cannonball that jumped up from the ground. His arm immediately disappeared, and blood surged out like a fountain in his left arm.

More shells kept hitting the wall, and the seemingly solid wall was quickly riddled with holes.

As the soil splashed and smoke filled the dust, the Tartars behind the wall showed a look of horror on their faces. At this moment, no matter who they were, whether they were masters or slaves, they all became equal in the face of such power that human power could not resist. Death would not treat you any differently because of your identity.

Gertai hid behind a hidden corner, watching the shells whizzing past the surroundings, crossing the wall and hitting the surrounding ground, stirring up dust.

Some of the soft grounds were all made of big pits, and more shells hit the walls. The originally seemingly solid walls were torn out of gaps, and the screams of the soldiers who were shot from time to time came.

"Pooh!"

Geertai spitted out a mouthful of mud in his mouth and cursed fiercely: "His grandma, why are these Ming dogs so fierce? Our Qing Dynasty artillery battalion is full of waste, and we still don't even dare to fart!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard another shrill whistling sound.

"boom……"

A flowering bullet landed heavily more than 20 meters away from him and exploded with a bang.

The place where the shells exploded happened to be a corner where the shells were not easy to hit, and more than a dozen Qing soldiers hid there.

But it was obvious that they did not look at the almanac today, and the shell exploded less than one meter away from them.

Although this was just a six-pound shell, the shell was filled with more than 600 grams of black gunpowder. After the shell exploded, it turned into dozens of fragments and splashed towards the guards. With the shock wave, these people instantly knocked down to the ground.

After the shell exploded, the archers, sword and shield soldiers, and several Han military flag musketeers all rolled on the ground, throwing weapons all over the ground, and all hissing and rolling with all hissings.

Gertai closed his eyes in pain, unable to bear to see the tragic situation in front of him, nor did he dare to stand out and direct people to treat the wounded.
Chapter completed!