The sound of horses' hooves like thunder came from a distance, and although they couldn't see the distance at all because of the fog, the sound of horses' hooves like rolling mines still made people feel unprecedentedly nervous.

The soldiers standing behind the breastwork became more and more nervous because of the sound of horses' hooves, and they could even feel the vibration caused by the countless horses' hooves stepping on the ground, the closer the enemy cavalry got to this feeling, and even the snowflakes on the top of the wall began to slowly slide down without knowing whether it was the wind blowing or the shaking of the ground. Throughout the ages, the most frightening thing about cavalry is not its speed, but the momentum of "like Mount Tai pressing the top" when thousands of cavalry rush at high speed, and this momentum shakes the hearts of the people, and it is even difficult for anyone who is not strong-willed to gain a firm foothold in this kind of impact.

"Steady!" Behind the breastwork, the firecrackers were there with the shouts of the officers, breathing slowly, and even talking to themselves.

"We have a wall, and we have a wall...... "Yes, there is a wall in front of them, at least the cavalry can't break through this wall." Feeling the pressure of the deafening horses' hooves in the air, everyone only felt that their throats and eyes were getting drier and drier, and they could only keep swallowing their saliva, and their hands were always shaking involuntarily, although the weather was cold, their palms were hot and sweaty.

Suddenly, in the mist, people saw only a black line that stretched for miles, and the black line passed through the fog and was rushing towards them like a tidal wave. Almost as soon as the cavalry of the Don Army broke out of the fog and the officers at the outposts could see their positions clearly, a crisp whistle sounded on the mortar positions behind the barracks.

The second lieutenant of the artillery on the mortar position of "No wind, target 400 fathom......s" was the first to issue a combat order. Xun is the artillery just introduced units, for the artillery, ten feet of zhang is too long, and the ruler is too short, so the introduction of Xun, but with the old time "Xun" is equal to one step, now "one Xun" is set to three feet, and the range of artillery units, also changed from Zhang, Li to "Xun".

After the mortar operator received the order, while adjusting the angle of fire, the ammunition man had already pulled down the safety wire at the fuse, and then lowered the tail of the shell to the muzzle.

"Three rapid fires...... Put! With an order, the shell in the hand of the ammunition man fell into the chamber of the gun, and in the next moment, there was a cannon sound of "tom", and a burst of smoke rose from the muzzle, and a three-inch mortar shell immediately flew out of the chamber, and at the same time, hundreds of three-inch mortars fired shells at the same time.

The whistling of mortar shells was a bit muffled, and almost at the same time as the mortar positions were stirring, on the angular turrets of the breastwork, the loader was rapidly discharging the solid red-hot spherical shells, which were often used only in naval battles, but were now used in land warfare. Loading the cannon from the muzzle, they immediately smashed the shell into the bottom of the chamber, fortunately there was a layer of plug to block the scorching shell, otherwise it would have ignited the powder pack in the chamber, and at the same time, the gunner at the tail pierced the burlap powder cannon with wire through the firing hole and inserted a goose feather ignition tube. Because the elevation angle and ruler of the launch had already been calibrated before dark, there was no need to aim at this time.

After completing the loading, with the order of the second lieutenant of artillery, the gunner directly lit the goose feather ignition tube with a torch. At the moment when a flame came out of the ignition tube, a burst of smoke and a loud bang rang out on the gun position, and in the next moment, the fiery red scorching bomb, driven by gunpowder, whistled across the silent night sky, drawing red trajectories in the air, flying towards the intended target. Just in front of the deer rock, there were several piles of deer rocks that seemed to be quite dense, but in fact, they were not deer rocks, but a pile of flammable dry wood and forage, and in order to ignite them as easily as possible, even fire oil was poured on them. Although the accuracy of the smoothbore cannon was very average, and only a few of the red tracks in the night sky fell on those "deer rocks", they successfully lit those fires, and the burning flames dispersed the surrounding fog, and when the first round of shells exploded in the middle of the cavalry, several huge bonfires burned on the battlefield, although the raging flames did not light up the entire battlefield, but clearly exposed the cavalry of the Tang Army.

By the flames on the battlefield, the officers on the breastwork could clearly see one stone after another marked by the distance, allowing them to tell the distance between them and the Tang army more accurately, and they immediately shouted loudly.

"Distance 300!"

"300, 5 rapid fire ...... distance" Again, with the officer's order, the gunners stuffed one shell into the chamber as if they were playing tricks, and at the moment of firing, another shell was stuffed in, and the five shells were only fired in a gasp, and the rate of fire was simply beyond people's imagination.

"Don't ask it, kill, kill the past......" When the fiery bonfire lit up the battlefield and exposed himself, Sun Quanguo just loudly ordered the cavalry to charge, and he himself took the lead in killing. Now is not the time to distract from those fires, now we must take advantage of the fact that the Ming army has not yet reacted, rush over, rush into the Chinese army camp, as long as there is a team of cavalry rushing in, then the Ming army inside will collapse, as for the Huai King, it will also be defeated!

Of course, more importantly, only by rushing in can you dodge the explosion just now.

The cannonball that fell before really startled him, the cannonball seemed to have eyes, and it exploded the moment it landed, and many brothers were directly killed. Although Sun Guoquan is no stranger to flowering shells, he has never seen such accurate shells. It is precisely because of this that he hopes to be able to avoid those shells, but there is only a distance of 100 zhang, and this distance, as long as the horse takes one breath, he can rush over, and the cannon is naturally useless.

However, just when this thought came to his mind, the next moment, the cannonballs that fell beside him disrupted his thoughts, hundreds of shells smashed down like raindrops, and when those shells smashed, there was no sound, and there was no smoke and smoke when the fuse of the flowering bomb was burning in the air, but one black dot after another smashed to the ground, and at the moment when the black spot hit the ground, the smoke and dust raised by the violent explosion swallowed the surrounding war horses, and the steel fragments flew in the air with a roar. Egg-sized fragments, dragging and whistling, when flying at high speed in the air, if there is anything to stop the war horse, then the war horse will immediately be torn apart, and the war horse will fall to the ground with a wail, and while it struggles, maybe another piece of fragment will free it.

It was just an instantaneous effort, and the cavalry, which once seemed to be menacing, had been shrouded in gunsmoke, and the distance was only a hundred zhang, for the cavalry, it was like an insurmountable natural danger, and the steel fragments and the trenches generated by gunpowder blocked their progress.

Compared to ordinary field guns, mortars have an extremely fast rate of fire, and three-inch mortars have a rate of fire of 20 rounds per minute, or even faster, and their rate of fire is often limited by overheating of the barrel and ammunition supply, as well as the accumulation of gunpowder carbon in the chamber. On top of that, he was able to deliver the densest rain of bullets almost continuously, and this rain of bullets succeeded in throwing a ring of steel around the barracks, a wall made of steel. And the men and horses who were caught in it, without even having room to struggle, would fall into the steel fragments. For a moment, Sun Quanguo even had the illusion that he was going to die, and many of his men were hit by fragments of cast-iron mortar shells, which were flying everywhere like the wind, and anyone who stood in their way would pay a heavy price.

The horses that were originally galloping kept falling to the ground in the steel fragments, and the cavalry on top were thrown to the ground before they could even react, and when they instinctively wanted to stand up, a fragment would take their lives in an instant.

And the place that was covered in artillery fire has now become a bloody hell, and this hell is crowded with people, crowded with people who want to rush out, but are blocked by shrapnel.

In the silent night, the sound of guns was very loud, and Sun Quanguo, who was riding on a horse, fell sharply on his crotch, and he felt the fear of death, and when he jumped away, with a whistling sound, he felt a pain in the elbow of his right arm, as if he had been hit by something. The knife in his hand flew out violently, and the whole person fell on his back to the sky, and the body of the war horse whose intestines and other internal organs had flowed out.

The pungent smell of blood made Sun Quanguo feel suffocated, and he tried hard to get up from the pile of internal organs, at this moment a cannonball exploded not far from him, and in the next moment, he felt a pain in his neck, and a fragment pierced his neck, and blood spurted out instantly. He could neither speak nor make a sound. He struggled to get up, trying to call for help, his hands around his neck, but at this moment, a debris shattered his right leg and knocked him to the ground. Just when everything was over for him, he, who had already fallen to the ground, saw a black dot that happened to fall beside him, and exploded not far from his side, directly blowing up both of his legs into the sky.

Sun Quanguo, who was lying in the blood organs, stretched out his left hand to touch the bottom of his left leg, and he touched a fragment, but his hand smacked, as if he had touched a red-hot tongs. But by this time, his consciousness had become more and more blurred, and he could only faintly hear the sound of horses' hooves and frightened shouts.

It's all over......

It's over!

When he came out of the bunker, watching the groups of soldiers walking to the wall, watching them line up by the wall and shooting outward, and watching the flames of hundreds of mortars constantly spew out to light up the camp, Zhu Mingzhong, who was on this battlefield, couldn't help but let out a sigh.

It's over!

After tonight, Li Ziyuan lost the capital to rise again.

He thought he had seen victory, but he didn't know that the result of a plagiarist getting an axe in front of the Lord was just killing himself.

If he surrenders...... Let's kill it on the battlefield!

Li Ziyuan can't live!

Because he is a rebel who kills the king!

It makes sense that he must die!

It's just a pity for these soldiers!

Listening to the wails of those war horses in the rain of bullets, as well as the screams that came into his ears, Zhu Mingzhong couldn't help but shake his head, and his heart ached for what happened to them.

Ci is not in charge of the soldiers!

But they, after all, are compatriots, Han Chinese!

In the past few decades, the blood of the Han people has almost run out!

Now, because of Li Ziyuan's ambitions, they are driven to kill each other, this Li Ziyuan is really damned!

Again, the screams that pierced his ears strengthened Zhu Mingzhong's belief that he had to kill Li Ziyuan, not for anything else, but only for his own ambitions, driving these poor people to die for him.

At this time, the rate of fire of the mortar had slowed down, because of the carbon accumulation in the barrel, the gunner had to scrub the barrel with the cannon, which also made the originally dense rain of bullets suddenly weak, those Tang cavalry who were originally shrouded in steel fragments, immediately seized the opportunity to attack again, and in front of them, at the holes between the walls, a field gun was also ready to shoot at this time.

"Artillery pushes forward."

At the gun emplacement, the officer gave the order. More than a dozen gunners laboriously pushed the guns to the emplacements of the breastwork, pointing the bronze barrels straight ahead. Having completed the loading, they naturally cannot compete with the mortars for the rate of fire, compared to the mortars, these bronze field guns even seem a little stupid.

"Goal is directly ahead......

Following the order of the gun commander, the gunners immediately adjusted their guns and aimed them at the enemy cavalry directly in front.

"Putting ......"

With a roar, dozens of field guns fired at the Tang Army at the same time, they shot out not solid bullets, in the artillery flames, thousands of lead shotguns flew in the air, flying forward, those Tang troops who had just rushed through the rain of bullets, once again fell into a rain of lead-cast steel, this lead rain instantly enveloped everyone, at the moment when the lead bullets collided with the centaurs, a cloud of blood mist burst out, and the war horses fell suddenly on the snow.

The winner is decided!

When the field artillery joined the roar, Zhu Mingzhong, who was on the central earth-building platform, silently sighed, although his position was extremely conspicuous, but he couldn't hear the whistle of even a stray bullet, which meant that the Tang army, which was killing here under the light of the flames, was only passively beaten, but kept falling under the gun, and had no power to fight back at all.

It's over!

From the moment Li Ziyuan launched a night attack at any cost, everything was already doomed, and he didn't know that from the moment he launched his night attack, in fact, he was defeated.

"All artillery ready, five rapid fire!"

Again, the mortars, which had been silent for a moment, once again let out their roars after they had cooled their chambers with water-soaked cannon wipes and cleaned up the charcoal.

"Put!"