It is worth mentioning that although the Mongolian bows and arrows are as famous as the Qing soldiers, there are still some differences between the two. The Mongolian bows and arrows focus on range, so although their arrowheads are powerful, their armor-piercing capabilities are relatively poor.
Compared with the Qing soldiers, it was much worse. What the Qing soldiers paid attention to was the power of arrowheads. If a person was hit by the arrowheads they shot, they would basically lose their combat effectiveness.
Now hundreds of Mongolian archers were standing sixty steps away from the city wall, firing arrows at the city wall non-stop, and dense rain of arrows flew up the city wall.
Looking at the dense rain of arrows, Pang Gang, who was hiding behind the crenel, frowned slightly and turned to ask Yi Jiang beside him: "Master Yi, is this how the Mongols attack the city these days?"
"Exactly!" Yi Jiang said with some embarrassment: "These days, the Mongols rely on their strong bows to suppress our archers. Our archers will be suppressed by them as soon as they show their heads, so those Mongolian soldiers can
Climb to the top of the city easily."
"What about your musketeers? Why don't you take the opportunity to suppress them?"
When Yi Jiang heard Pang Gang's question, a look of surprise appeared on his face, "Mr. Pangda, don't you know the situation of our muskets in the Ming Dynasty? The quality of our muskets is too poor, and 50% of the time they will explode, so the soldiers would rather use them."
The bows and arrows are not willing to use them, but our level of playing bows and arrows is no match for the Tatars, so we are crushed to death by those Mongols. However, I observed yesterday that the quality of your blunderbuss is very high.
It’s unbelievable to get one without blowing the barrel.”
Yi Jiang's surprise is also justified. In the late Ming Dynasty, the status of craftsmen was too low, and the eunuchs responsible for supervising the production of weapons were only interested in making money. This led to a large number of craftsmen fleeing, so that the thickness of the barrels of the blunderbuss produced varied.
, the quality is appallingly poor, and the manufacturing cost of gunshots is high. Unless you can open the golden finger like Pang Gang, who has a modified "Encyclopedia of Modern Weapons", you will have to collect a thousand of them.
It is very difficult to get a well-made Rumi gun.
As he spoke, he saw that a large number of Mongolian soldiers had approached the city wall. After seeing this, Pang Gang waved to the messenger who had been following him. The messenger immediately pulled out a whistle from his waist and blew it hard.
This whistle, nicknamed the sharp whistle by the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, immediately made a sharp and rhythmic sound, and the sound of "beep...beep beep" immediately spread throughout this section of the city wall.
The whistle was an order. After hearing the whistle, more than two hundred cannon soldiers on the city wall stretched their heads and cannons out of the crenellations under the cover of the shields raised by the sword and shield soldiers behind them.
"Cannon fire!"
"Fire!"
One small flag after another, the general flag issued the order to fire.
"Bang bang bang..."
Waves of white mist rose faintly in the chilly air, and the lead bullets were driven out of the barrel of the gun and flew forward, driven by the kinetic energy of the gunpowder.
The sudden shooting of the cannons caught the Mongolian soldiers by surprise. Although they had heard yesterday that their masters, the Manchurian elite cavalry, suffered heavy losses in the face of these Ming army cannons, they had not experienced it personally after all.
Yes. Moreover, they had climbed onto the city wall of Dezhou several times during the siege in the past few days. Therefore, although they knew that reinforcements were coming to Dezhou City, they still had sufficient confidence in the hearts of those Mongolian soldiers. But today they
They found that they had encountered a hard nut that they could not chew.
When bursts of "crack" sound of gunshots were heard from the city wall, the Mongolian archers who were standing under the city wall and swaggeringly shooting arrows at the city wall finally tasted the evil consequences that the Qing soldiers had tasted yesterday. A burst of gunfire sounded, and immediately
More than twenty Mongolian archers were hit by lead bullets and fell to the ground. The archers who were hit by lead bullets only felt a strong force coming from their bodies, and then a sharp pain spread throughout their bodies. Those who were hit by the lead bullets
The archers who died on the spot were better off, but those who were shot in the chest or abdomen would not die for a while. They could only lie on the ground howling and rolling in pain. Some archers were shot in the abdomen and had a big hole in their backs.
Their intestines flowed out. They rolled all over the ground in severe pain, and their blue-gray intestines dragged on the ground for a long time, which looked particularly scary.
"Quick, quick, reload quickly!"
Although the Mongolian soldiers below the city were caught off guard, the remaining archers still shot arrows upwards tenaciously in an attempt to suppress the gunners on the city wall. The gunners on the wall quickly drew out their rifles after firing.
After cleaning the barrel, I immediately started loading. After Pang Gang "invented" the fixed-load gunpowder and the flintlock gun, the firing speed of the gun soldiers was several times faster than before, and loading was simplified.
After the process, this blunderbuss, which originally only took one or two minutes to fire, can now fire at a rate of about two rounds per minute when fired at full speed.
"Bang bang bang..."
The volley of guns rang out again, and this time dozens of Mongolian archers fell. However, Dorozi Hebeizi and Hayanglibeizi who were supervising the battle behind were shocked. Why were those Mingren's muskets so powerful?
They were so vicious that their archers had no resistance at all.
"Quickly, order to increase the number of archers and shoot down the Ming army at the top of the city." Dorozihe quickly issued an order to the front, and soon more than 300 archers ran towards the foot of the city wall, a battle of bows and arrows and blunderbuss
The shooting started again...
The sound of muskets kept ringing on the city wall, and the deafening sound of fire made the ears of the swordsmen and shield soldiers who were responsible for covering keep ringing. The acrid smell of gunpowder smoke when the muskets were fired also made them fight and puff.
Watching streaks of fire appear in front of your eyes from time to time is frightening.
After some shooting, generally speaking, both sides suffered damage to each other, but the gunners of Lingshan Guard were covered by shields, and after practicing and cooperating in actual combat along the way, the sergeants gradually became more cooperative with each other.
The sword and shield soldiers did not draw their weapons when the gun soldiers were shooting. Instead, they held the shields with both hands to protect themselves and the gun soldiers with all their strength. They danced a large shield to make it airtight. So Mongolia
The soldiers' arrows had limited damage to them. After several rounds of shooting, only five or six bird gun soldiers were injured, and most of them were hit in the body. Everyone of the bird gun soldiers had chainmail protection. It can be said that
They were well-equipped, and their injuries were not very serious. After such a long exchange of fire, only one unlucky guy was shot in the face and fell to the ground screaming. He was immediately carried down to the city by the rescuers.
See if it can be treated.
On the other hand, the Mongolian archers were standing arrogantly under the city wall, posing, standing up straight, and shooting fiercely at the city wall. If you don't hit such a conspicuous target, you would be really sorry for such a good opportunity.
, the gunners opened fire on them unceremoniously, but within a short time, more than two hundred archers were killed by the guns.
Seeing the heavy losses of his men, Hali Yangbeizi could no longer sit still on the horse. He grabbed Dorozi He's hand and said loudly: "Dorozi Hebeizi, we can't go on like this, our archers
The casualties are too great. If this continues, all our archers will be wiped out. It is not easy for our tribe to train an archer!"
At this time, cold sweat began to break out on Dorozihe's head. He held on and said: "Hali Yangbeizi, Lord Rao Yubeile is watching us from behind now. If we just withdraw like this, Rao Yubeile can get around it."
Us?"
"Then we can't just watch the warriors of our tribe die in vain!" Ha Liyang suddenly became anxious. They came here to follow their master to make soy sauce. Although they sometimes help, there is no need.
Put all your wealth into it.
"No, we have to withdraw the archers quickly, otherwise the casualties will be too great and we won't be able to explain to the elders of the clan after we return!"
"Okay, then order the tribes to speed up the attack on the city. As long as we can climb the city wall, victory will belong to us." Dorozi He gritted his teeth and agreed with Ha Liyang's opinion.
"Woooooooo......"
Amidst a melodious sound of horns, the Mongolian archers who suffered heavy casualties spread their legs and retreated. On the contrary, the Mongolian soldiers holding small bucklers and carrying ladders rushed towards the city wall desperately.
go.
On the city wall, Pang Gang and Yi Jiang observed the battle situation below the city through the crenels under the cover of shields. After seeing the heavy casualties suffered by the Mongolian archers under the attack of the gunmen at the top of the city, even Yi Jiang, who always had a dark face, showed his face.
There was an imperceptible smile.
However, with the retreat of the Mongolian archers and the official siege of the city by the Mongolian soldiers, Yi Jiang's heart began to worry again.
"Pang Pang, these Mongols are going to set up ladders to attack the city. You have to be careful."
Pang Gang said calmly: "Master Yi, don't worry. These Mongols are good at riding and shooting. Now they have abandoned their strengths and dismounted to fight us in a siege. Isn't this using their own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths? As long as they are gone.
With the harassment of those Mongolian archers, our defensive equipment can be used to its full potential."
"Golden juice ready!"
While they were talking, the Mongolian soldiers forcibly set up the ladders and climbed up the city wall one by one like ants. At this time, the officers' orders came from the city wall again.
The soldiers used wooden spoons to scoop up lumps of hot golden juice from the boiling cauldron and poured it down towards the city. They heard tragic wails one after another, and those who were poured with the hot golden juice
All the Mongolian soldiers tumbled down the ladder and fell straight to the ground from the two-foot-high city wall. Even if they didn't die, they were maimed.
Yellow-orange golden juice falls from the sky like raindrops all over the sky. From a distance, there is a kind of desolate beauty, but only the Mongolian soldiers nearby know what kind of flow is under this yellow rain.