"Back to Your Majesty, the anger in the minister's heart is enough to burn the city of Busagen, and the shame of the minister needs to be washed away by all the Ming troops in the city, please fight!"

When Morozov heard this, he knelt in front of Alexei I.

For more than a year, Morozov was constantly thinking about revenge, and vowed in front of the whole clan to recapture the lost Far East.

Now's your chance.

Alexei tried his best to free him from prison for this war, His Majesty needed him, and the people of Rakshasa needed him.

In Morozov's view, the Ming were as stupid as Yuri, and the city of Busagen was not so much a city, but on the other hand a simple city as a prison.

His city defenses were not enough to resist the intense artillery fire, and the army in the city could not all climb the walls to fight, and his army could completely surround the city and slowly wear it down.

On July 15, Tsar Alexei I finally saw the city of Busagen through telescopes, which changed hands twice in two months and was destined to become the place of his decisive battle with the Ming Emperor.

"Ullah~Ulla~Ulla~"

The Rakshasa soldiers were roaring, and this roar carried the hatred of all the Rakshasas towards the Ming Dynasty.

Morozov looked at the city of Busagan, hundreds of yards, with a blank face, and then gave the news of the artillery sortie.

Of course, Liu Hongjian and Zhu Cihong at the head of the city heard the roar of the enemy, in fact, the roar of tens of thousands of people was still very spectacular, but Zhu Cihong frowned.

"Liu Qing, what are the Rakshasas people roaring, it's hard to hear!"

"Your Majesty, they said they wanted to take your dragon head!" Liu Hong gradually said unashamedly.

"Liu Qing, you ...... You're joking, I think they want to take your head more. Zhu Cihong was choked by Liu Hong, but then retorted.

The celebrant on the side had a black line on his head, and said in his heart that if the emperor also favored me so much, even if he died immediately, it would be worth it.

In fact, the Rakshasa Ula has no specific meaning, and it can be understood as "long live" when the tsar parades, and "kill" when charging together.

Liu Honggradually snorted lightly when he heard this, and stopped paying attention to Zhu Cihong, in fact, there was nothing wrong with what Zhu Cihong said, if he let Morozov, who was carrying a knife, choose, this guy would definitely cut Liu Hongjian without even thinking about it.

"Your Majesty, Lord Wang, the artillery of the Rakshasa people has been dispatched, and there are still four hundred and fifty steps away from the city!" Chang Yu trotted to report.

"Got it, herald Kong Ermaozi, the artillery battalion is on standby!" Liu Hong said gradually.

These 50 rear-loading howitzers are Liu Hongji's killer weapon, but because they are newly developed equipment, there are only these 50 in the entire Ming Dynasty.

In fact, artillery is secondary, and the biggest problem encountered by the ordnance at present is the problem of ammunition, the production process of grenades is too complicated, and there are only a dozen old craftsmen in the entire ordnance institute who can make them.

Moreover, one person can make up to two pieces a day, and this is still the case when other craftsmen cooperate with them to achieve the production of accessories.

In fact, what Liu Hongjian did not know was that the Ordnance Institute had accelerated its research and development efforts to provide powerful firearms assistance to the empire as soon as possible, and three craftsmen had already been accidentally killed while developing and improving grenades.

Only about 600 shells were brought along with 50 rear-loading howitzers, and good steel had to be used on the blade, and Liu Hongjian planned to bring the enemy closer.

After a while, the artillery battalion of the Rakshasa people finally reached the established position, and Morozov breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the Ming army in the city did not launch artillery, which only shows that the range of the Ming army's artillery is not as far as theirs.

"Ullah~Ulla~Ulla~"

The Rakshasa soldiers began to roar in unison again, as if waiting for orders from His Majesty the Tsar to attack.

"Ula, you big watermelon, Kong Er is stunned, right now, fire at Maozi's artillery phalanx!" Liu Hong gradually saw that it was almost over, and immediately gave an order to Kong Ermao, who had already been prepared.

Boom - Boom - Boom Boom -

At the same time that Liu Hong gradually gave the order, Kong Er was stunned and waved his hand, and the twenty-five cannons on the front city wall spat out the rage belonging to grenades one after another.

Of course, the range of the howitzer cannot be as far as that of the Rakshasas, in fact, Liu Hong is gradually very accurate about the distance card.

As far as the position of the Rakshasa artillery camp under the city, the howitzers just covered the last row, and the front row of the Rakshasa had just entered the firing distance at this time.

Boom - Boom - Boom Boom -

The grenade exploded after falling into the Rakshasa artillery camp with a huge impact, and several unlucky Rakshasa artillerymen were immediately blown to pieces.

"What?" Morozov's eyes widened instantly.

Why did the Ming artillery shells explode when they fell to the ground? Why didn't Yuri tell the old man?

Bastard! He definitely didn't want the old man to win, otherwise he would be even more embarrassed! Morozov said with a gloomy face.

The shelling continued, Morozov did not rush to order a retreat, his emperor was watching him from behind, and he retreated in one shot, it was a shame!

"Made, cool! I like this artillery, or the prince is amazing! Kong Er was stunned at the head of the city, and he also clearly saw the power of the rear-loading howitzer.

In short, the attack mode of the front-loading artillery is a point, where the shell falls, the trajectory is its killing range, and the howitzer is a face, which blows up a piece after landing, although the range is not large at present, almost equivalent to the power of five Ming grenades bundled together.

But this was enough, the artillery, due to its erection on the walls, had an advantage in range and visibility.

On the other hand, the artillery of the Rakshasas was quite numerous, there were eighty or ninety guns, but most of the shells hit the city walls, and only a small part fell on the city.

Although the walls of Busagen City are not as good as those of the Ming Dynasty, with the current density of artillery fire, it is not a problem to hold out for at least half a day, not to mention that Kong Er is still bombarding the Rakshasa artillery under the city.

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom

In less than two quarters of an hour, half of the Rakshasa artillery had been knocked to the ground.

Morozov knew that he had lost the artillery duel, but the anger in his chest was still burning brightly, and he did not believe that a small small city could hold back his army of 120,000.

"Ostrov, I order you to lead 20,000 men to attack the East City!

Paul, you lead 15,000 men to attack the southern city!

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"Your Majesty, Lord Wang, the enemy has launched a general attack!" Baba Ra clenched his fists and said, he now had an urge in his heart to lead his troops out of the city to charge and kill, instead of hiding behind the high walls.

"What's the hurry? Go back and stay honest! Liu Hong gradually glared at Babala.

This guy was born in the ancient cavalry, and he has always been proud of cavalry, and he believes that attack is the most powerful defense.

But Liu Hong gradually became different, and the reason why he dared to take an army of 80,000 or 90,000 to nest in a city that was not very strong was not only because of the fifty more howitzers.

In fact, there were only eight or nine of the fifty howitzers on the top of the East City Gate, except for the twenty-five on the East City Gate.

Liu Hong gradually did not want to go head-to-head with the Rakshasas as he did a few days ago, especially after the Rakshasas also copied his throwing cavalry.

Instead of bombarding on both sides, where is the comfort of standing on the city wall and bombarding unilaterally?