A large bucket of well water was poured down on his head, and it took him another minute or so to calm down; Hu Biao had some thoughts in his mind and organized his words.
Immediately, he yelled: "Lao Yang, how is the situation on the left and right defense lines?"
"One was killed and one was wounded on the left, and two were killed on the right. They were also shot to death and a few Tatars were wounded. The situation is not very good, but I think we can withstand the next round."
Yang Dongli, who had just jogged around and checked the situation in a hurry, answered like this.
After answering, he also took off his helmet and iron mask, and plunged his head into a bucket to let himself have a good time.
Otherwise, he would feel like he was about to have a heat stroke.
Hu Biao, who had finally let go of some of his worries, then shouted loudly:
"That's good! The Tatars are not invulnerable, but it seems that after a short rest, they will be ready to charge again. Taking advantage of such a time, hurry up and serve the feast we carefully prepared to these grandchildren.
Come up.
Then seize the time and go to the kitchen to eat a bowl of noodle soup. Even if you die by then, you will still be a dead ghost.
Also, Lang Qing, you retreat from the arrow tower. The killing effect of shooting arrows is not as strong as smashing jars.
At that time, everyone was paying attention. The two of them worked together as a team; one person smashed the jar, and the other held up a shield to protect them. These Tatar bows and arrows were so accurate. If they were to shoot like this, no matter how thick the armor was, it would be useless.
use."
"Okay! We must let these Tatars enjoy our feast."
After pushing Ali over and trying to bandage a wound on his neck that was scratched by Liu Ya, Xu Feng replied like this.
The main reason was that he had been shot with many arrows. Even though he was wearing iron armor for self-defense, he still had many small wounds all over his body. He really didn't think there was anything easy to do about the small wound on his neck.
Anyway, in one sentence, let’s fight to the death with the Tatars.
When does it stop bleeding or when it suffers a fatal injury?
After the shouting stopped, Xu Feng and Huang Yizhi quickly rushed into the room where they lived, and soon worked together to carry out a large basket.
The baskets are all filled with clay pots filled with kerosene, lime powder and other sundries; after these things are lit or smashed, the power is much stronger than simple stones.
At the same time, other people were not idle either, carrying out baskets one after another.
It's just that the things inside are different. In addition to jars filled with lime and kerosene, there are also some good things such as Ten Thousand Enemies.
After carrying these defensive supplies one by one, everyone took turns going to the kitchen.
Even when the fighting outside was the fiercest, Zhang Xiu Niang, with her child on her back, was still among them, preparing breakfast for everyone.
So in addition to noodles, there are also options such as steamed buns and rice porridge.
It's just that these delicious foods have no taste at all after everyone eats them in their mouths; they just forcefully fill their mouths with food and swallow them hard.
This approach is not just for Hu Biao's joke of "being a ghost who dies of hunger".
It's that they don't know how long such a bloody battle will last, but they must have enough physical reserves to do so.
There is nothing wrong with this idea.
But all the veterans were okay, and some rookies were eating and eating. After remembering something, they suddenly couldn't help but vomited.
As a result, after vomiting, he continued to eat with bowls and chopsticks...
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The time is approximately between 8:30 and 9 o'clock in the morning.
After about half an hour of rest and eating dry food, a new Tatar attack began again.
At this time, the scorching sun has risen, and although it is far from the hottest time of the day, the temperature is still at least seven or eight degrees.
But the sun was shining on the armor-clad body, which still made it quite uncomfortable.
Just like the last attack, the Tatars still had a formation with shield bearers in front and archers behind; the difference was that the Tatars who were originally carrying earthbags now had various weapons in their hands.
cold weapon.
At the same time, in order to better defend against the attacks of bows, arrows, and three-eyed muskets on the pier, the one-handed shields in the hands of some shields were replaced by large shields made of larger tree trunks and temporarily tied together.
In addition, in the hands of the Tatars, there are some ladders that are not much longer than the modern herringbone ladders.
The workmanship of these ladders is very poor, and many of them are even slightly tied with ropes or vines.
But the platform called Suifengdun is not very high after adding earth walls.
As long as the Tatars set up a simple ladder, and with a little help, they can easily cross the earth wall and successfully jump into the Suifeng Pier.
It is estimated that after thinking of this point, all the Tatars felt confident.
I think that with just a cup of tea at most, the fighting here will be completely over, and the end of Nikan will come soon.
It was only when their battle formation moved forward all the way to about a hundred meters below the pier.
A loud gunshot on the battlefield was the first to break the calm between them, and was the first to slap the Tatar's face, which was full of confidence.
That was the blunderbuss in Lao Hei's hand. After squinting his eyes and aiming for a long time, he finally pulled the trigger on his fingertip.
Amidst the loud gunfire, a steel head that had been carefully polished to fit the barrel hit a large shield made of tree trunks.
As a result, the tree trunk, which was as thick as a bowl, was shot through by Lao Hei.
The remaining force of the steel head was directly stuck in the face of the Tatar holding the tree shield before he could react.
In an instant, after penetrating the tree trunk, the head of the steel bar began to roll, beating the Tartar's face full of flesh to pieces.
There is of course a reason why it can achieve such a powerful killing effect.
It was entirely because the gunpowder Lao Hei filled in the gun was not only of sufficient quantity, but also of quite good quality.
Although they had already used up the granular black powder that Yang Dongli brought with them in previous battles and training; however, as long as they knew the principle of granular gunpowder, it was really not that difficult to make.
As for the principle, there are at least ten otakus among the netizens who can speak fluently on this aspect, but the operation is a little worse.
However, if you experiment a few times in private, you can slowly get started.
Therefore, the gunpowder they bought from Loess Fort has long been processed into granular gunpowder with more stable performance.
Nowadays, Lao Hei fills the barrel of the gun with 50% more granular gunpowder than the normal standard. It is naturally very powerful when the guy goes out.
As for the dangers of doing this, as a former PLA veteran, of course he is very clear about it. Isn't there no solution to the problem? Without enough gunpowder, there is no way to penetrate the Tatar's turtle shell.
In short, I can only hope that this gun is said to be carefully selected by Yang Dongli in the warehouse.
The barrel seems to be quite thick, and it can withstand his torment like this. It is probably impossible for it to never blow up, but I hope it can be carried for a while.
What needs to be explained is that the Tatar who was knocked down by Lao Hei with one shot was actually another white-armored soldier who was considered the most elite among the Tatars.
The kind of top warriors whose number is extremely small in an elite group.
After seeing this white-armored soldier being shot to death so unjustly.
Not to mention that Fu Chaheng was a very impressive person, even Bai Yintu, the third-class Tatar Viscount, felt a little distressed when he saw the white-armored soldier falling to the ground.
Because even including his guards in his large army, the total number of white-armored soldiers is only about sixty.
Which one is not an elite who can grow up through years of fighting and training.
Under great depression, they could only comfort themselves. Although the high-quality bird guns of the Ming Army were large, they were very slow to refill.
By the time the Ming Army Bird Gunman on the pier was reloaded, they were probably almost at the bottom of the pier...
