Feng Lun shouted angrily at the top of the city. The cannonball broke the flagpole at the last moment, but was caught by Lu Cheng again.
He even suspected that the artillerymen deliberately misplaced the artillery, and finally rolled up his sleeves and took aim.
The artillerymen must have deliberately misplaced the artillery, but even if they didn't misfire, it would have been impossible to hit it accurately.
Not to mention now, until the Industrial Revolution, there was no artillery that could hit anywhere at a distance of four to five hundred paces.
The approximate aiming direction is a target three or four steps wide and seven or eight steps deep.
If it can hit, it means it is the best artillery, the roundest shell and the best gunner, all of which are indispensable.
Liu Chengzong knew that Feng was anxious, but this was really not something that could be decided by personal will.
Taking aim with a bow at seventy paces will already look smaller than an arrow cluster, let alone four or five hundred paces.
Want to hit someone accurately at this distance?
The artillery skills of the artillery can no longer play a decisive role, it all depends on whether the target is caught accurately.
He comforted: "It's okay. General Lu is very brave, but he can't run away."
Liu Chengzong discovered on the battlements that the Guanxia archers were retreating with Lu Cheng's army.
After the cannons were cut off, they also retreated in formation, but they were charging slower and slower, and the gunpowder in the medicine pot was often spilled outside when filling.
Some people are so exhausted that they need to walk with a knife, and some people can't walk anymore.
Just sit on the ground and fill the gun tube with medicine.
If this was not a life-and-death war, they would not persist in this situation for anything else.
"With such physical strength, what's the use of motivating the soldiers?"
Liu Chengzong chuckled: "Even if we ask them to rush out, is it possible that they can still outrun our horses?"
He looked up to the sky. White light was already emerging from the east, casting a layer of gray on the ground.
In the deathly gray, more and more officers and soldiers gathered around Lu Cheng, from dozens to hundreds, and even formed a phalanx of more than 200 people.
It's just that the soldiers' organization has been disrupted. People only know to follow the officers, but they may not follow their own officers.
Some teams have many people, and some teams have few people. The square formation composed of these teams looks extremely scattered.
The sky was getting brighter, and a confrontation gradually formed with the rebels outside and the government troops inside.
Cao Yao tried to command the thieves to attack twice, but the thieves lacked the will to fight, and the people in front retreated before they could take up the fight.
But the officers and soldiers couldn't move either. Those inside were sitting and those outside were standing, and their chaotic formation was crumbling.
There is only one last straw left to crush them to death.
Liu Chengzong believed that he was the straw.
The heavy door creaked open, and someone shouted from inside the city gate: "Put down your weapons and surrender, and spare your life!"
Bang!
Bang!
There were several officers and soldiers sitting scattered outside the pass. Some stubbornly fired the projectiles from their guns towards the city gate, while others stopped making unnecessary resistance and threw their weapons aside.
The distance was very far, and their remaining strength was unable to accurately aim the heavy gun. Only one projectile hit the soldier at the city gate, beating the postman on the horse until he groaned and lay on the back of the horse, panting.<
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The lead shot did not penetrate the armor.
The cavalry dispersed from the city gate to both sides like flowing water, each holding their bows and spears, and ran towards the officers and soldiers who were still carrying their weapons.
Some people struggled to get up, staggering and trying to swing the knife. In the blink of an eye, they either fell under the arrow, or were pushed hard by the clamped line gun, and then fell heavily to the ground.
The infantry then stepped forward, and three or five people surrounded a prisoner, took away their armor and weapons, and restrained them outside the city.
When Liu Chengzong rode his horse to join his subordinates outside the city, Cao Yaozheng was running in front of the horse formation shouting to persuade him to surrender.
No one surrendered, and people gathered around, not knowing what was going on.
Soon, someone in the army formation waved a flag and walked out. The man came closer without holding a weapon and said: "I am the commander of Yanshui Pass. We are surrendering. Two requirements are that the lives of the soldiers must be saved."
"Hey, why do you ask for anything when you're surrounded?"
Cao Yao sneered on the horse, then looked at Liu Chengzong and whispered: "You have to make up your mind. The brothers are really exhausted. They have to sleep in the pass for an hour before leaving."
Liu Chengzong was very surprised that the guerrillas were so tough just now and dared to burn flags in the dark to lead the way for the soldiers. Now that they could not escape, they directly sent people to surrender.
He seems to be a person with a relatively flexible moral bottom line.
Maybe we can join him in the rebellion!
Liu Chengzong is in great need of mid-level generals who directly command troops on the front line.
He made up his mind that as long as they really surrendered, even if they were kidnapped, he would throw the guerrillas on mules and kidnap them away.
He waved his followers to go to the city to get ropes. He thought for a moment and said: "Okay, put down your weapons, take off your armor, and line up one by one to surrender. I won't kill you.
What about the second one?"
Mr. Baobao didn't say anything, he just turned around and made a gesture to the official and military formations.
It seemed that they had made up their mind to surrender before that.
The officers and soldiers made way for the team, and then they put down their weapons and gave up resistance in large numbers. The passage they left led to the center of the team.
There was a man wearing a helmet and armor, standing leaning against the flagpole. Most of the battle flag was burned, and the cloth armor was stained with blood from the left rib to the skirt of the armor.
General Bao turned around and said: "The flagpole was destroyed by artillery, and the general was injured by wood splinters. In the end, he asked us to surrender. I hope the leader will not destroy General Lu's body."
"Dead?"
Liu Chengzong looked at the horse and saw that it was not fake, but he was worried that he would fall into a trap by getting closer, so he didn't worry and said: "Why did I destroy his body? No one will repay me for the credit. Let your people take off their armor."
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When Mr. Bao turned around and returned to the battle, Liu Chengzong frowned, squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, sighed heavily, and said to Cao Yao: "Why is he dead? The four cannons on the city fired twelve rounds, and he was able to dodge them all.
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How can a person with such a big destiny be killed by a small piece of wood in the end?"
Cao Yao was so happy when he saw him. He yawned and asked someone to give orders to the cannon sentry soldiers. He looked at the officers and soldiers to death and was careful to fake surrender. Then he said: "What's wrong? I didn't let you charge into the army formation alone and kill him."
, feel uncomfortable?"
Liu Chengzong shook his head.
Sometimes he is a little reckless, but that is a desperate effort after weighing the situation, not just closing his eyes and dying.
The enemy general has few people around him and has separated from the troops. He can rush forward with his own strength.
If you stand in the military formation, you can't do anything about it.
"I have the self-knowledge that if it doesn't concern the second master, I won't do anything that concerns the second master... Where did this guerrilla come from?"
As they were talking here, the horse soldiers brought ropes from the city, and under the dim light of the early morning, they began to accept the surrender.
After letting Wei Qian'er go to Shiban Mountain as a sentinel, Liu Chengzong arranged everything around him, and then said with a bit of sadness: "When we leave, he sent two prisoners to take their general's body back to his hometown. He is a good man.
Originally, I wanted to kidnap him, but who knew he didn’t have that fate, and neither did I.”
Cao Yao nodded in agreement: "Okay, I will arrange this later... I estimate that there will be no pursuing troops in the next two or three days. How about an extension?"
Liu Chengzong shook his head: "If someone like Li Bei comes out and rushes forward, we will definitely not be able to outrun him in our current physical condition, cross the river, cross the Yellow River and enter Shanxi."
"Who do we know when we go to Shanxi? I'm not familiar with the place. You can't count on me for this. I've only been in Datong and I'm not familiar with other places."
"Soon, the soldiers entering Shanxi and Shaanxi will not cross the border. Let's rest for a few days before coming back to Yanchang. There will be many battles in the future, just this group of people..."
Liu Chengzong straightened his arms and said to the corpse of the dead general standing in the middle of the battlefield, leaning on the flagpole: "After these people are dead, the Ming Dynasty will be exhausted."