The person in charge of the Chuang Army's attack on the east gate was Li Zicheng's brother-in-law Gao Yigong. As Li Zicheng's brother-in-law, he naturally did not do too badly in the Chuang Army. After entering Henan, his men quickly grew to more than 20,000 people.
Although there are not many elites and armored soldiers inside, most of them are hungry people armed with simple weapons such as hoes and sticks. But for the bandits who believe that there is strength in numbers, having more people means that you are stronger.
The more you speak, the louder your voice will be. Therefore, in the first round of attacks today, Gao Yigong sent 10,000 hungry soldiers to try to open the gap in one fell swoop.
"The whole artillery battalion is here, loaded with explosive shells!"
Suddenly a loud voice came from the city wall, shouting for the gunners to prepare for firing. This was the voice of Lu Kuanliang, the guerrilla from the Second Artillery Battalion.
Lu Kuanliang has the common characteristics of Qingzhou Army officers, that is, he is young. He is only 25 or 26 years old this year. He is also a refugee. As early as the end of the eighth year of Chongzhen, he followed his father to live in Lingshan Guard, and later joined the military household of Lingshan Guard.
They can be regarded as the first group of people to follow Pang Gang.
This Lu Kuanliang is not as talented as the guerrilla Dong Guo of the 1st Artillery Battalion, and his use and command of artillery are only average. However, due to the rapid expansion of the artillery battalion, Pang Gang, who suffers from a lack of artillery command talents, can only choose a taller one.
He was promoted to a guerrilla of the Second Artillery Battalion. Of course, there were other factors involved. For example, Lu Kuanliang's loyalty to Pang Gang was one of the important reasons.
"Bang!"
A five-pound, six-liang shell along with the powder pack was pushed hard into the barrel from the muzzle by the loader. It made a crisp sound. As soon as the shell entered the barrel, the gunner behind quickly inserted the fuse. Finally, he checked whether the shell was
After compacting, he raised his right hand to the gunner next to him to signal that he was ready.
The gunner turned his attention to Lu Kuanliang, who was standing not far away. Seeing that twenty-six guns could be prepared in just a cup of tea, Lu Kuanliang nodded with satisfaction. It seems that the training these days has not improved.
In vain, the corner of his mouth twitched. The small red pennant in his right hand finally waved down.
"Boom boom boom..."
As the little red flag fell, the fuses of each gun were also ignited. The short fuses quickly burned the powder packets in the gun barrel. With a loud noise, the powder packets were ignited. It emitted powerful kinetic energy and pushed it forward.
The projectile rushed out of the barrel and flew forward.
The artillery at this time was still a low-pressure smoothbore artillery. Its range was naturally incomparable with later generations of artillery, and its muzzle velocity was naturally not very high. Its ballistics could be observed with the naked eye after the artillery was ejected from the chamber, but if anyone underestimates it because of this, then
But that couldn't be more wrong.
I saw a black exploding bullet flying over the city wall and flying forward. After flying for about a mile, it finally fell downwards. After hitting a bandit's head, it landed on the ground and bounced a few times.
It suddenly exploded after landing. More than three kilograms of black gunpowder in the shell exploded instantly, and the iron ball surrounding it split into dozens of shrapnel and flew around.
The powerful shock wave wrapped around the flying shrapnel and blew up the surrounding group of bandits into bloody pieces. The bandits were arranged too densely. They had always believed that strength in numbers finally tasted the pain. But at this moment, the shells were taken away.
took the lives of more than twenty celebrity bandits,
Explosions were heard one after another in the crowd of rogues, and the exploding shells couldn't help but take the names of many rogues, and at the same time, they were frightened and slowed down their charging pace.
Seeing this scene, Gao Yigong couldn't sit still. He rushed to the front with hundreds of soldiers. The riding whip in his hand whipped some hungry people who were cowering and cursed loudly: "You guys
These damn fools. Staying here will only lead to death. The only way to survive is to rush to the top of the city. Let's go quickly. Do you still want to taste artillery?"
"Snapped!"
As he spoke, Gao Yigong's horse whip hit the face of a hungry soldier who had stopped moving forward. A bright red mark immediately appeared. The pain of the whip wrapped in copper wire hitting the person's body was indescribable.
Yes, a frightening red mark suddenly appeared on the face of the hungry soldier who had been whipped, and he fell to the ground in pain and rolled and howled loudly.
Gao Yigong, with a livid face, yelled at the hungry soldier: "You should feel lucky. I didn't execute you on the spot, but if there are still people who are afraid of going forward or afraid of fighting, it won't be the same next time."
Whip!”
After finishing speaking, Gao Yigong waved his hand, and the hundreds of soldiers behind him galloped forward for thousands of steps. They took out their long bows from the quiver behind their backs and attached the arrowheads. The arrowheads shone with cold light.
They all pointed at everyone.
The hungry people knew very well with this look that if they didn't rush forward, the arrowheads in their hands would shoot at them mercilessly.
There was deathly silence at first, and then the hungry people ran forward as if they were awakened from a dream. They all understood that if they continued to cower, they would definitely die. If they rushed forward, they might still survive. Anyway, here
If thousands of people can still be hit by artillery or arrowheads from officers and soldiers, it will only prove that they deserve to die.
Looking at the hive of hungry people running forward, Gao Yigong sneered and said to a general beside him: "These mud-legged people just need to be beaten. If you don't show them some strength, they will never be obedient."
The general nodded in agreement and said: "What Gao Ye said is that these mud-legged people are all shabby goods who have not been beaten for three days. Only a whip can make them obedient."
The two people talking and laughing seemed to have forgotten that the yellow mud on their own feet had not been washed away, but they began to laugh at others.
Pang Gang, who was standing on the city wall, looked down. At this moment, he seemed to have an illusion. Tens of thousands of hungry people were pouring in, almost covering the ground. Shells kept exploding in the crowd. After the explosion,
There will be an open space in the center of the explosion point, but it will soon be filled by the crowd coming from behind.
"Damn, these bandits are crazy!"
Pang Gang's face was ugly. It wasn't that he was afraid that these bandits would capture Luoyang City, but that he couldn't figure it out. These bandit leaders knew that during a siege, such crazy human tactics would not only increase the pressure on the defenders
, the role it can play is limited. Why do these bandit leaders drive hungry people to die? Does he want to exhaust the troops in Luoyang City?
Although big questions arose in his heart, Pang Gang still calmly issued one decision after another.
Order.
"Third team, quickly put down the mace and beat those thieves to death!"
"Lu Kuanliang, what the hell are you still dawdling about? Hurry up and fire!"
"Cheng Kai, what are you doing standing still? Hurry up and fire!"
As the rogues approached, guns and cannons fired at the top of Luoyang City...
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