As the highest-ranking general in the army, Pei Zilie certainly knows more about muskets than anyone else. He knows how powerful the current muskets are. It is not surprising that such a result occurs. After all, facing a thick shield, it is difficult to
Only large trebuchets can break through, and small bullets can hardly have enough effect.
After quickly discovering the target, the Pili Che began to roar, as if realizing that its position was being challenged, the Pili Che also sought opportunities to prove itself.
A thick shield can block arrows and bullets, but in the face of huge rocks, it can only beg for mercy.
"Bang!" There were loud noises from the top of the city, and the stone bullets hit the shield, and the shield fell down with the soldiers behind it.
Under the bombardment of stone bullets from the Thunderbolt Chariot, gaps in the shield array on the city wall continued to appear, and the large group of Han soldiers began to move forward again. At the same time, the crossbowmen and musketeers also began to attack, with bullets and arrows covering the entire city.
The whole city is covered.
Without the protection of shields, the Northern Zhou army suffered heavy casualties and retreated one after another, even retreating all the way from the south wall to the east and west sides.
At this time, more and more ladder trucks came out and moved towards the city wall. The Han army musketeers on the ladder trucks also held their breaths and looked at the enemy who was getting closer and closer.
They all saw the setbacks suffered by the musketeers under the ladder truck. As musketeers, of course they all knew the shortcomings of muskets. But as musketeers, they are also one of the most elite soldiers in the army. Of course, they
Wouldn't want to see such a scene.
Therefore, the reputation of the Musketeers depends on them to re-establish it.
"Let go!" the warrior leaders shouted at the same time.
The muskets were fired row after row.
Compared with their companions under the ladder truck, the enemy's movements can be clearly seen from the ladder truck, and the musketeers are almost all firing in the direction in which the enemy is running and fleeing.
Compared with arrows, musket bullets were obviously faster and almost invisible to the naked eye. Soon, batches of Northern Zhou soldiers fell down on the city wall.
"Load!"
"put!"
"Load!"
Amid the slogans of the battle leaders, the musketeers loaded and fired again and again.
They gradually found their own rhythm and pulled the triggers in an orderly manner. Every time the muskets trembled, there must be screams on the city wall. At this moment, all the musketeers on the entire ladder truck had almost formed a tightly operating machine, constantly
of unleashing death upon the entire city wall.
"Go first!"
Chen Zhishen, the striker, shouted.
Although he has not been on the front line for a long time as a general, when his voice sounded on the battlefield, all the Han army soldiers could not help but stand on end, and then tried their best to charge forward. It seemed that this
It has become a habit ingrained into their bones.
Most of these elites transferred from Jiangling had experienced the bloody battle when the Han Dynasty destroyed Nanchen. After holding back for too long, they were also eager to make contributions.
"Kill!" the Han soldiers roared and rushed towards the city wall. A large number of simple ladders almost covered the entire ground.
The small Luochuan is just a county town, with no moat at all. The small city wall seems to collapse in the face of the turbulent waves.
"Let go!" The leader of the Han army on the ladder truck was still giving the order, but his voice had been covered up by the killing sounds of the Han army.
However, the musketeers on the ladder truck did not panic because of this. They had completely mastered the rhythm and were still completing the loading and firing of guns steadily, making the Northern Zhou army on the top of the city almost unable to raise their heads.
The ladder truck was getting closer and closer, and the musketeers were becoming more and more skilled in shooting.
"Prepare to enter the city!"
The Han army's ladders began to be set up towards the top of the city, and the pedals of the ladder trucks were also released.
The standard ladder trucks of the Han army are all three-tiered, which is also a typical product of streamlined production. When dealing with different city walls, you can also choose to climb the city from the second or third level. Generally, the third level is used to deal with Chang'an.
Luoyang's city walls are more than adequate.
Luochuan's city wall is low, and only the second floor is enough. It is almost the same height as the top of Luochuan's city wall.
This is why the musketeers on the third floor can fire their guns from a high position without restraint.
"Climb the city!" As the pedals of the ladder truck approached the city wall, the Han soldiers roared out.
The musketeers on the car had already shown enough prestige. They could only hear the noise and smell the smoke on the lower floor, and they were already jealous.
Now it's finally their turn to go into battle.
"Boss, what should we do?" The Musketeers were a little helpless.
The soldiers of the Han army rushed to the top of the city to fight with the enemy, and they suddenly had no use for them.
The leader of the team laughed and said: "Are you holding fire sticks in your hands? Put on your bayonets and let's go and kill them too!"
The first batch of equipped bayonets were actually similar to spearheads and were directly attached to the barrel of the gun, just like the spearhead was attached to the barrel of the gun.
"Kill!" The musketeers followed the Han soldiers and also ran forward.
The entire city wall was filled with the sound of killing.
The soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty had been suppressed and beaten for so long, and they were already feeling aggrieved. They were waiting for this time to fight the Han army. Even if Luochuan City could not be saved, they could not make the Han army feel comfortable.
At least the weird new weapons in the hands of the Han army should be useless, right?
"Kill!" The Han soldiers fought desperately.
"Dang!" The sword in his hand was thrust forward. A Han army general knocked away the Northern Zhou soldiers blocking the way and jumped up the city wall. The sword followed and danced. Several Northern Zhou soldiers around him did not dare to rush forward for a while.
, and soon there was a space on the city wall, and the Han soldiers behind them followed closely behind.
"What are you here for?" The general took a step back and took a breath, only to find that a group of musketeers had already rushed to his side.
"Why can't I come?" the leader of the team laughed.
"How can you kill people with those guys in your hands? Do you rely on short knives?"
"Shit!" The commander was obviously acquainted with this general, "Brothers, follow me!"
The musketeers raised their spears and aimed at the Northern Zhou people not far away.
At this time, the war leader also noticed the guys in these people's hands, and couldn't help but said: "Aren't you being rogue?"
"If this musket in my hand can stab people and shoot at the same time, then I'm just being a rogue!" The war leader laughed. Of course, he didn't know that new muskets had begun to be researched in this direction. "Do you regret not having a musket in the first place?"
Team?"
The two of them were both captains in the army and had a good relationship. After the army promoted officials, one captain became a general, while the other became a captain because he signed up to join the newly formed musketeers.
Lord, when the two met, the general was still laughing at his companion, but who would have thought that this guy would actually go to such a position worth a thousand dollars.
"Demotion must be a good thing, as expected." Although the general did not say it directly, it was obvious that he regretted it.