Tong Yangxing's choice was correct, and less than a few seconds after he and Du Du had just jumped into the trench, another projectile landed on the stone wall they had just carried.

This was a solid bullet fired by a 24-pound cannon, and the projectile weighing more than 20 pounds happened to hit a stone the size of a grinding disc, and the big stone immediately fell apart and swept around into various sharp shapes, and its effect was exactly the same as that of a shotgun.

"Puff ......"

Du Du and Tong Yang jumped into the trench, but the more than ten people who were originally behind Du Du and were responsible for protecting him with red flags, Goshha and Bayala, suffered a disaster, and they immediately became the objects of care for these gravels before they had time to enter the trench.

These people were either in the chest, or behind them, or in the head, they were hit by stones shot at close range, and the lethality of these stones at such a close distance was amazing, even if they were wearing well-made armor three-piece suits, they could not stop such an attack, and they were knocked down six or seven on the spot, and streams of blood sprayed out from their bodies.

The power of the big iron ball of more than 20 catties is too great, and the powerful impact force will crush in addition to the stone the size of the grinding plate, and by the way, a section of the stone wall several meters long will collapse in an uproar, and the stones that were originally just temporarily built and not glued together are also flying around, and many Qing soldiers who have not had time to run away or hide around have been hit by the stones.

The people who were hit were like rag sacks that had been knocked away, rolling to the ground in various strange postures, and many of them vomited blood and were beaten to the point that their bones were broken.

Du Du, who was hiding in the trench, had just sat up straight when he saw something flying from mid-air and slamming down on him.

He fixed his eyes, and it turned out to be the upper half of a person's body, the helmet on that person's head had flown out of nowhere, revealing the slender money pigtail at the back of his head, his eyes were wide, and his face was full of fear and incredulous expression.

Du Du looked at the half-cut body that fell in front of him, only felt that this person was a little familiar, and after thinking for a while, he couldn't help but shout: "Qiliman!" ”

This Kiliman has followed his own Bayala for more than ten years, has always been known for his bravery, when he followed himself to Liaodong in the past, he once created a record of leading a Niu Lu to defeat the 3,000 Ming army, it is such a famous Eight Banners of the fierce general, and now he was actually beaten in two by an iron pellet.

At this time, the Goshha and the soldiers, who were lucky enough not to be shot, jumped into the trench one after another.

Before these frightened Qing soldiers came back to their senses, they only heard another terrible whistle from the bottom of the mountain, and then the deafening sound of artillery accompanied by dense smoke, and heavy projectiles roared towards the Qing army's position on the Black Sand Ridge.

Tong Yang shouted angrily: "The Ming army is fighting again!" ”

And this wave of shelling is no longer a solid bullet, but a much more expensive flowering shell,

The artillery bombardment was so loud that it landed on the Qing army's position, first smashing on the stone wall or tent, and then exploding in an uproar.

The shells were at least twelve pounds or more, and the modest shells were filled with black gunpowder and tiny steel balls, which exploded and turned into the deadliest weapons of killing, as long as they were within the range of the shells, no matter how many layers of heavy armor they were wearing.

"Boom ......"

A twenty-four-pound shell broke through a wall of dirt and rolled into a tent before finally stopping rolling, but then it exploded, flying rubble in the dust and smoke, accompanied by a large mist of blood, and the three Qing soldiers hiding in the tent were beaten to pieces on the spot, and some broken limbs flew around the dirt.

That's not all, although several Mongolian soldiers near the tent were not hit by shrapnel, they were also thrown to the ground by the powerful shock wave, and one by one they became disgraced.

An unlucky guy was hit in the lower body by a fist-sized cannonball, and his body instantly became two, and he did not die on the spot, but could only crawl on the ground in pain while letting out a heart-rending wail.

"Boom ......"

The shells kept falling on the black sand ridge, and then continued to explode, blowing up the Qing soldiers who were evading the artillery fire, and from time to time someone was hit by shrapnel or flying hard objects and screamed, and then desperately asked for help from the surrounding companions.

Under the fierce shelling, the morale of the Qing army instantly dropped to the bottom, and the Qing soldiers were either blown up and ran around in a delirious sense or cowered in a certain place like earth-colored eyes with dull eyes, some people were sitting at a loss, and some people were chanting words in their mouths, not knowing which gods and Buddhas to pray to, or resigned themselves to fate.

Watching the soldiers in his hands scurrying one by one, listening to the wails around him, the horizontal flesh on Du Du's face kept shaking.

In the past, Du Du was also a brave general in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but today the courage he was proud of is slowly fading with the sound of explosions.

He turned his head to look and found that Tong Yangxing beside him had poked his head out of the trench, and his eyes were staring straight at the Ming artillery position under the mountain.

Although Du Du didn't know what Tong Yangxing was thinking, he could still guess from his clenched hands and gritted teeth.

The artillery fire of the Jiangning army finally stopped, and although the shelling only lasted for three quarters of an hour, it was so torturous and long for the Qing soldiers.

When the roar of artillery fire changed from dense to washing, and finally quieted down, the Qing troops on the entire Heisha Ridge felt as if they had walked through the ghost gate.

When the smoke slowly cleared, the black sand ridge that was originally shrouded in gunpowder smoke was finally exposed to people's sight again.

As the boss of the Liaodong Army, Sun Chengzong naturally would not look empty-handed, but he was constantly observing with the telescope given to him by Yang Feng in his hand, and the expression on his face was constantly changing, and the other generals of the Liaodong Army who had clairvoyance mirrors were not idle, and they were all observing closely.

Many people gasped while observing, and they no longer knew what words to use to describe their feelings.

Although the Liaodong Army had the most dealings with the Jiangning Army, at this time, many people looked at the Qing army's position on the Heisha Ridge and always felt a chill rising from behind their backs.

The artillery bombardment of the Jiangning Army was really terrifying, even if the Liaodong Army had successively purchased more than 60 artillery pieces from Yang Feng in the past two years, they never thought that the artillery could still play like this.

Gathering one or two hundred artillery pieces together, and then shelling the local positions at the same time will have such a great effect, judging from the effect of the shelling just now, the casualties of the Qing army are not light, although it is impossible to accurately estimate the exact number, but it is certain that the morale of the Qing army on the Heisha Ridge has definitely begun to decline.

At the same time that the generals of Liaodong were secretly frightened, a sharp whistle sounded again, and with the sound of a sharp whistle, Jiang Ningjun, who was originally sitting on the ground to rest, suddenly stood up and began to slowly press towards Heishaling.