The sound of gold ringing sounded again in the Qing Dynasty's formation, and the infantrymen under the Iron Factory City retreated like a tide, leaving behind several flaming carriages, pierced by javelins like hedgehogs, and corpses on the ground.
The young emperor's face had turned blue. Unwilling to accept defeat, he decided to reorganize his army and fight again. The iron factory's weapons should have been almost exhausted.
"Go back to the artillery and come closer and hit hard. Let the soldiers think of a way to get the infantry closer to the city wall," the emperor ordered.
There were many talented people in the Qing army, and they quickly figured out a way to hide the elite archers in the carts transporting grain and grass. The carts were covered with earth bags and soaked quilts to protect them from crossbows and fire javelins.
. Pushed to the bottom of the city, the archers can shoot accurately to suppress the firing ports of the iron factory. In addition, small returning artillery can be sent to approach regardless of casualties, and violently bombard the suspension bridge, trying to knock it down, so that it can also cover the quilts and earth bags.
If you hit the car, you can break open the city gate, and the cavalry can charge directly into the city.
The emperor felt that the method was feasible, and arranged for his generals to deliver the order. It was already getting late, and he fought from morning to evening without a day's rest. He tried to capture the iron factory before it got dark. I wanted to be in a heated southern house.
Spend the night, the emperor thought.
I don't know when the snow stopped, but the gloomy sky seemed to be brewing for the next heavy snow. "It's snowing in the evening, so I can drink a glass of nothing." The emperor sang in a low voice and said to the guard: "Prepare some wine for me.
I want to see the city under a lamp."
The soldiers on both sides began to eat, and smoke was everywhere. The corpse collection team of the Qing Dynasty held a white flag and took advantage of the truce to pull a cart to collect the corpses of the Qing Dynasty soldiers who died in the war. The iron factory did not stop them, but only when they were close to the city wall.
Threatening with arrows.
The battlefield is littered with corpses, including the corpses of men and horses, flags, weapons, chariots, and countless wounded soldiers wailing in despair. The kind-hearted corpse collectors often patch up these seriously injured guys and kill them.
Endless pain.
Old man Peng set up a banquet for Liu Ziguang, the hero who saved his daughter. He listened to Peng Jingrong explain everything to him in detail, including Liu Ziguang's origins, his previous contributions to the accounting room, etc. The old man couldn't stop listening.
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There may be an attack on the city at any time outside. The banquet is a casual banquet. There are no fancy dishes, soju, dumplings, braised pork, a few fish, a chicken, and a few ordinary vegetarian dishes. Sitting on the banquet is the factory owner, two
Accompanied by the lady, Liu Ziguang sat in the guest of honour's seat, and Yu Xiaolong also worked hard and attended.
After some polite words, Old Man Peng asked tentatively: "Manager Liu, the fact that you were framed by a traitor has come to light. I want to appoint you as the chief accountant of the iron factory and concurrently as the deputy general of the Iron Guard. Are you willing?"
Next to her, Peng Jingrong looked at Liu Ziguang eagerly, hoping that he would quickly nod in agreement.
Liu Ziguang took a few mouthfuls of food and replied casually: "No." Liu Ziguang is now a very talented artist and bold, and is not afraid of falling out with anyone. He is completely sure to subdue the old man before the guard at the door reacts.
, so I unceremoniously rejected the factory owner’s kind invitation.
"Why?" The old man was puzzled. Such a generous offer was extremely good for a person who was born as a slave. This boy actually refused without even thinking about it.
Peng Jingrong's face turned pale. Peng Jingwei also opened her mouth in shock, looking at Liu Ziguang for a while and then for her father.
"No reason, I don't want to work for the slave master now, I hate the slave master." Liu Ziguang remained expressionless and continued to eat. More than a year of slave life made him very uncomfortable, and it is time to get the debt back.
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"Oh, I see, that's it. As I said just now, your brothers are free now. I don't care if you killed three hundred guards. I will compensate you for all the suffering you have suffered over the years.
, As for raising slaves, it’s a long story, and it’s not something I can change by myself. Do you think you’re satisfied with this?”
Living as a slave for many years has developed Liu Ziguang's habit of eating very quickly. He had already finished eating before others used their chopsticks. He squatted on a chair and wiped his mouth with his sleeves. He also used his nails to pick out a hardwood thorn from the chair to pick his teeth.
. Something about Prime Minister and Deputy General. Yesterday, he would have been interested, but it is different now. Not to mention having magical powers, there are also 500 brothers. The temptation to go out and have a career is far greater than being a white-collar worker in the iron factory.
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"Let's talk more, you guys eat first, I'll go out and take a look." Liu Ziguang patted his butt, left the rest of the room behind, and went out to go up to the tower to enjoy the scenery.
Seeing Liu Ziguang behaving so unreasonably in front of his father, Peng Jinrong was anxious but did not dare to interrupt. When she saw Liu Ziguang going out, her father was not angry and was sitting there thoughtfully, so the girl calmed down a little.
Liu Ziguang wandered to the city wall and looked at the Qing position in the distance. One hundred thousand troops had already set up camp and were making pots of rice. The soldiers were squatting on the ground, holding pancakes rolled with green onions in one hand and sea bowls in the other. There were several people in front of them.
A sauce bowl, eating scallions with dipping sauce, and drinking hot noodle soup. The officers all hid in the tents and didn't know what to eat. The sky gradually darkened. Countless wind lanterns were floating in the wilderness, and pine oil torches and tallow lamps were floating in the wilderness.
The wax illuminated the Qing camp as bright as day.
Countless gas lamps were lit on the city wall of the iron factory, and they competed to see who was brighter. After a while, the Qing soldiers had a good meal and began to form their troops. A new round of attack was about to begin.
The large crash vehicles covered with wet quilts and sandbags began to move forward. Each vehicle could carry fifty soldiers. Twenty such large crash vehicles were dispatched in this round of attack. Soldiers holding long shields formed a formation.
After entering the Turtle Formation, except for the feet and back, everything else was protected by rectangular iron shields. From a distance, the invisible iron formations were moving.
Returning to the artillery position, orders came one after another. In order to pursue better strike effects, the position was slightly moved forward, and flame bombs and iron bullets with stronger city-breaking effects were replaced. The small returning artillery, driven by the artillery that was not afraid of death, also
Begin to approach the city wall, preparing to provide direct fire support to the infantry.
The owner of the factory brought a few of his men up to the city tower, and his two daughters were sent back to take charge of the manufacturing of equipment for defending the city. All the workshops in the iron factory were started, and they worked overtime to produce weapons for the defense of the city. The finished products in the warehouse were also
All were transported to the north gate for the defenders to use at any time.
The iron factory has three major functions: a mine, a smelter, and an arsenal. Its war potential is almost the same as that of Leningrad. The loss of weapons can almost be ignored. After all, it is the largest contractor that provides weapons and equipment to the imperial army! Now all this,
Under the command of the old factory owners with high prestige, they were operating with unprecedented efficiency. The Qing Dynasty's southern expedition kicked the iron plate with its first kick.
The factory owner asked his men: "Is the cannon in place?"
"Sir, the cannon has been connected to the steam pipe, the pressure is sufficient, and it is ready to fire at any time!"
Old Man Peng nodded with satisfaction and walked towards a huge cylindrical weapon on the city wall. Liu Ziguang was very curious and followed him to watch.
This is a cannon, a cannon that relies on the power of steam. The steam is injected into the air chamber through the pipe. The pressure is constantly increasing, squeezing the piston. The piston is blocked by the steel breech block and cannot move. The pressure continues to increase.
When it reaches a critical point, the gunner suddenly releases the breech bolt, holding back the steam and rapidly pushing the piston to move, shooting the shells pre-loaded in the barrel into the distance. The stroke is long, and the barrel is sealed, so the shells and
The barrels are tightly coupled, so the range is extremely long and the power is extremely powerful.
Still waiting for the order to fire, the gunner watched the pressure gauge nervously and released a little steam to relieve the pressure whenever it was about to reach the critical point to avoid exploding the chamber.
Old Man Peng carefully inspected the cannon, then picked up the telescope and looked at the returning cannon in the distance, and ordered: "Test fire one round to correct the trajectory."
The gunner waited for the pointer of the pressure gauge to point to the red area, then pulled the gun rope suddenly, and the steel bolt was pulled open. There was a loud noise, and something sprayed out from the muzzle. The initial velocity was extremely high, and it was almost impossible for ordinary people to see it clearly with the naked eye. Then
I saw a black shadow passing by, falling into the position of the artillery in the shape of a parabola. The landing point was slightly forward, and it hit a group of infantry. Suddenly, flames shot into the sky. The infantry were burned and ran away in all directions, rolling all over the ground.
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"Raise the muzzle half an inch and load incendiary bombs." The old man observed the results of the battle and continued to order.
Several gunners scrambled to push the piston at the front of the muzzle back. Fortunately, there was no pressure anymore, so this action was effortless. Then they inserted the breech block, injected steam, and a loading hand came over to hold one.
To make a black iron ball, open the iron lid on it, scoop up a few pieces of red-hot charcoal and put it in, then close the lid, place the iron ball in front of the piston from the loading port, and then close the upper loading port.
After a set of procedures was completed and the steam was almost injected, the Qing Dynasty was unexpectedly attacked outside the threatening range of the iron factory and hurriedly launched return artillery to counterattack.
A round of fire bombs cut through the dark night sky and hit the city wall, followed by a long series of visual residual lights and shadows. The fire blanket wrapped around the stones was soaked with oil. Several fire bombs caused casualties in the iron factory, and the damage control personnel
They quickly extinguished the flames with sandbags and carried the injured down to the city.
The artillery battle between the two sides began.
The steam-filled cannon fired again, and this time it accurately hit a return cannon. The thick wooden beam of the return cannon broke under the rapid impact of the iron ball. Then the iron ball shattered, and the fierce oil in the ball was attracted by the charcoal.
The fire was poured on the wooden frame of the cannon, and a fire suddenly ignited. Seeing that a cannon was scrapped like this.
The advancing turtle formation and the crashing car successfully defended against the firing of the steam repeating crossbows. Seeing that they were approaching the city wall, the repeating crossbows switched to another type of arrows. The arrows were fragile clay pots containing fire.
The arrow body was made of shaved moso bamboo, the cavity was filled with fire oil, and the outside was wrapped with oil cloth. When one round of arrow feathers went down, the turtle array was filled with fire oil, and the fierce flames made it difficult for the infantry to hold it.
The hot iron shield could only be thrown away and exposed to the blows of ordinary crossbows in the iron factory. However, Crash was not afraid of this attack. The thick wet quilt and sandbags stopped the flames and arrows and moved forward steadily.
"Raise the breech of the gun, replace it with armor-piercing shells, and shoot to crash the car." The factory owner ordered.
The steam cannon was cranked up by the gunners. This time it was a direct shot. A pointed iron bullet cup was stuffed into the barrel. There was a loud noise. The pointed bullet pierced the layers of armor on the crash car and fired on the roof.
A big hole was opened, and all kinds of arrows were shot in from the big hole. There were howling ghosts and black smoke coming from the car.
The battle was so fierce that Liu Ziguang was dumbfounded. It was completely different from what he had seen on TV before. There were no generals dueling each other, and there were no rolling logs and rocks. Both sides used high-tech weapons with long ranges to shoot at each other, especially the iron factory.
The sky is full of roaring Katyushas, then there are multi-turret fire-breathing chariots, and now there are extremely powerful steam cannons. It is so powerful. Such a war is really terrifying, and personal bravery seems so insignificant in the face of huge weapons.
He couldn't help but become interested in the old man who invented the super weapon.