One wave after another, the Turkic camp had retreated ten miles, a full twenty miles away from Liangzhou, but it was still hit. Although the shells were small and did not cause any killing or damage at all, they still caused a heavy blow.
The Turkic army brought heavy psychological pressure.
The cannons of the Liangzhou people can shoot twenty miles, which is amazing! I heard that they have too much food to eat, and they feed their horses with fine grains. Such rumors are spread everywhere in the camp, even if the heads of Tubulihua are still there
It was hung high above the camp gate, and people still passed it on.
The morale of the army is unstable, and no matter how hard it is to suppress, it is useless. A million troops have been fighting for two months, and they have not even set foot in Liangzhou City. This matter cannot be covered up no matter what.
Timur fell ill again and did not leave the king's tent for several days. It is said that he killed five or six medical officials who failed to treat the doctor. Several of the Khan's sons were also ready to take action. The entire Turkic camp was in panic and was in turmoil.
The sky was overcast, and snowflakes began to fall again.
Under the Liangzhou City, the soldiers braved the wind and snow to continue cleaning up the war. Although the wind was blowing like a knife, they still picked up and dug out the arrows and projectiles with their bare hands. Although the battle was won, the Liangzhou Army
The price paid was also high. The stored ammunition was basically used up, and we were about to face the danger of having guns but no ammunition.
This was a battle of annihilation dominated by firearms. Two melee cannons were the protagonists, and muskets and assorted iron cannons were used as foils. The Turkic Wolf Cavalry suffered a big loss. Facts have proved that firearms are still very effective in street fighting, especially
The artillery that shoots shotgun can make half of the people on the street lie down with one shot. The effectiveness of the musket is better than expected. It has great armor-piercing power and is easier to master than a crossbow. It is most suitable for soldiers who have undergone basic training.
The core of the army is elite soldiers. A hundred professional soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles can completely beat a thousand improvised strong men. The one-to-ten exchange law is normal, but this is under the conditions of cold weapons fighting.
, if the strong men are equipped with muskets with bayonets and let them shoot from a safe position, the exchange ratio will be completely reversed.
Now that the professional soldiers in Liangzhou were almost exhausted, Yuan Feng selected tens of thousands of strong men from the refugees, gave them weapons and armor, and practiced in the city every day. Every ten strong men were led by a veteran to teach them how to operate.
Every word and deed of the strong men must obey the command of the captain. Anyone who disobeys the order will be served with a military stick on the spot. If he disobeys the military order three times, he will be executed. After a month of rigorous training, the first batch of strong men have finally been trained.
They came out and replenished the city defense troops, which came in handy in this battle of annihilation.
On the messy battlefield, the soldiers were cleaning up the burnt corpses of the Turkic soldiers. Suddenly, they shouted: "The commander-in-chief is here!" All the soldiers immediately dropped what they were doing and prepared to bow and salute. Yuan Feng had already spoken in a calm tone.
Said: "No gift!"
The marshal led a group of generals to inspect. Accompanying the marshal was Wang Jinbiao, the chief instructor of the Zhuang Ding Battalion. Seeing these peasant boys being trained by him into elite soldiers, Old Wang Tou was very proud and followed closely.
Looking at the commander's eyes and observing his words, Yuan Feng casually pointed with his riding crop, and Lao Wangtou shouted: "You, Wu Dongqing, come here!"
When the soldier named Wu Dongqing heard the greeting, he immediately jumped up, ran forward in three steps and then shouted with all his strength: "Wu Dongqing, a training soldier from the left camp of the Volunteer Army, has arrived!"
The young training soldier straightened his back. His young face was blackened by gunpowder smoke, but his eyes were bright. Yuan Feng asked: "Where are you from and what did you do before?"
"Come back to Marshal, I'm from Suzhou, an Orion hunter, and I used to hunt wolves with my father."
"How was the battle? How many enemy soldiers were killed?"
Wu Dongqing blushed a little and replied: "Come back to the commander, I am a loader, specializing in loading gunpowder bullets for the regular soldiers. In this battle, I loaded a total of 123 bullets, and I did not kill any enemy soldiers."
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He has been loaded one hundred and twenty-three times, which is really rare. You must know that ordinary muskets can shoot more than ten times in a row. If you hit the barrel again, the barrel will explode. Wang Jinbiao introduced at the side: "This young man is a good man."
He is a soldier who is loyal to his duties and skilled in his profession. He is the fastest reloader in the entire Zuoying."
Yuan Feng patted Wu Dongqing on the shoulder and said: "Yes, it's a shame to be a loader. If you become a regular soldier, you will have your own musket in the next war."
Wu Dongqing's brows were filled with joy. He was at a loss for a moment and didn't know what to say. Wang Jinbiao shouted: "There are no rules. I haven't thanked the commander yet."
Just as Wu Dongqing was about to thank him, Yuan Feng had already gone ahead with the generals. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and asked, "How old are you?"
Wu Dongqing puffed up his chest and said, "Come back, Commander! I am eighteen this year!"
"Well, do it well!" Yuan Feng turned around, but he had mixed feelings in his heart. He was eighteen years old, eighteen years old, and he was only nineteen years old. However, no one in Liangzhou knew Yuan Feng's actual age. He
With a pair of beard and firm and persistent eyes, he looks like a mature man in his thirties. This is good. At least the soldiers and civilians of Liangzhou feel more at ease. After all, no one dares to entrust their wealth and life to a second-rate man.
A young man under ten years old.
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After inspecting the defense line, Yuan Feng went to the weapons workshop in the east of the city. The Liangzhou Army's war equipment came first. The consumption of arrows, shells and gunpowder was very high. After more than two months of siege, the weapons in stock were almost used up.
We have to work overtime day and night to keep up with consumption.
The bow and crossbow are the first among the eighteen weapons. The consumption of arrows is the largest component, but the production of arrows is more troublesome. It requires birch poles of uniform thickness, steel arrowheads, feathers, glue paint, silk thread, and more than a dozen processes.
It doesn’t work at all, other raw materials are easy to say, but purely natural things like feathers are difficult to make. The best arrows are carved feather arrows, and ordinary ones have to use sparrow hawks. Goose feather arrows will fly when they are shot, which is impossible.
Yes, but where can I find so many eagle feathers in the dead of winter?
It is precisely due to the lack of carved feathers and the training time of outstanding archers that the Liangzhou Army has given up on crossbows and used muskets as a supplement. There are already a large number of firearms in stock in the warehouse, and the storage of gunpowder is also sufficient.
, bullets are even better said. Just find some tin, lead, copper, and iron, melt them into a mold, and you can make bullets. The production speed is much faster than arrows, and the process requirements are not complicated, as long as they are soft and spherical.
Metal is fine.
Next to the smelting furnace of the weapons workshop, a dozen shirtless men were stabbing the furnace with steel bars. The wind was biting outside, but here it was in full swing. There was a dark red metal solution in the crucible. Later, the pot of burned alloy was poured into the mold.
inside, it can be turned into a bullet that can kill the enemy.
At the other end of the smelting field is the finishing workshop, where more than a dozen skilled craftsmen are making shells for long-range cannons. This kind of shells requires very high craftsmanship. The entire shell is cylindrical, with a slightly pointed front end, excellent wind resistance coefficient, and a
The two convex grooves can just be stuck on the rifling line. The caliber of the cannonball is slightly wider than the barrel. This is also to meet the needs of the range. The soft copper is embedded in the hard steel barrel, so the air tightness will naturally be very good.
The long-range cannon has an extremely long range. The cannon is mounted high, equipped with streamlined shells and special medicine bags. It can hit the Turkic camp twenty miles away. Although the power is very small, it can at least give the Turks a boost.
Wake up, no matter how far you hide, you are still within my range.
Outside the smelting site, there are mountains of scrap copper and iron, including Turkic helmets, chainmails, shields, and weapons. Some armors still have blood stains on them. These rags are waiting to be recycled. There are also a large number of people in the city.
The donated iron pots, kitchen knives and other raw materials are sufficient, but the coke piled on the other side is getting less and less.
Not only is coke scarce, there is also a serious shortage of kerosene, coal, charcoal, and firewood. In one winter, an unknown amount of heating fuel alone is burned. Add to that those who make iron and cook pots, and the number is really uncountable.
Many houses have been demolished. The beams and door panels have been demolished and used for cooking pots. The old trees on the roadside have also been cut down. In short, the people of Liangzhou have sacrificed a lot, including their lives, for this war...
Although the most urgent food problem has been solved, other problems have followed. Fuel, ammunition, medical supplies, everything is lacking. The envoy sent to Lanzhou should have arrived, and reinforcements should have arrived in more than two months. But standing in the east every day
The lookout post on the city wall looked through the autumn water and saw no one or one horse coming from the east.
When Yuan Feng was inspecting in the snow, Ye Tianxing was chatting with Cao Yanhui in the warm room. There were two pots of highland barley wine on the table. While drinking, Ye Tianxing talked about Yuan Feng's deeds, starting from when he killed the only knife, and continued.
When talking about the annihilation of Shibali Fort by the officers and soldiers, Cao Xiu sat aside and listened attentively and fascinated. When it was mentioned that Meng Xiaodong's blood spattered the Jinshi Mansion and Yuan Feng killed the fourth son in anger, Cao Xiu couldn't help but burst into tears and hated it.
Pumping his fist: "Good kill!"
After telling the story, Cao Yanhui sighed: "It turns out that this kid has such experience, no wonder he is so calm and capable at a young age."
Cao Xiu blinked: "Dad, why do you say he is young? I see he has a beard, he must be at least forty years old."
Ye Tianxing laughed loudly and replied for Cao Yanhui: "I just have a longer beard. I am less than twenty years old, so I am not a few years older than you."
Cao Xiu opened his mouth in surprise. It turned out that the vicious and strange uncle was so young. He stopped interrupting and hid next to Cao Yanhui and clasped his fingers, not knowing what he was talking about.
"Lao Cao, what's going on? Do you have any plans?" Ye Tianxing said, taking a sip of highland barley wine.
Cao Yanhui stroked Cao Xiu's little head and said indifferently: "If Liangzhou survives the disaster and this son has made great contributions, I will naturally reuse him, but..."
"Just what?" Ye Tianxing asked.
"Isn't the golden scale a thing in the pond? I'm just afraid that small Liangzhou won't be able to hold him."