Although a few shells missed the target, they also hit the follower auxiliaries behind the shield cart during the landing bounce, killing more than a dozen unlucky follower auxiliaries. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

With a single salvo, more than eighty Tartar soldiers under the city walls lost their combat effectiveness, and these soldiers were basically all elite infantry armor and vest. The generals of the Qing army under the weaving golden dragon were suddenly in a commotion. Li Zhi looked over with a telescope and saw that the generals of the Qing army were gathered together and discussed, and seemed to be very saddened by the sacrifice of the warriors in front of them.

But the slaughter had only just begun.

Another trumpet sounded on the city wall, and another twenty-two cannons roared, indiscriminately bombarding the shield carts that were parked one hundred and fifty meters away.

This time eleven guns hit the target. The cannonball slammed into the shield cart, which was like a flower, splashing countless pieces of wood at the point of impact. These dense pieces of wood are as fast as knives, harvesting the lives of the elite Tartars in the shield cart.

Once the neck is cut, it immediately loses his life.

Even if you are lucky enough not to be cut by wood chips to your neck and head, but your hands and legs are cut by these wooden blocks, it is a heavy hemorrhage. These broken pieces of wood pierced into the body and were difficult to remove, and as soon as the wound was pulled, the pieces continued to cut the flesh in the flesh, causing greater trauma than the wound.

What's more, the shells themselves have a powerful destructive power, and the six-pounder cannon pierces the bodies of one or two layers of soldiers before stopping on the ground. The shells of the eighteen-pounder cannon were like an invincible killing god, shattering everything that stood in his way, and smashing the flesh of the third or fourth layer of the shield cart into plasma and flesh.

The Qing army's auxiliaries had not yet poured a cart of earth into the hole, and the elite soldiers in the shield cart had already suffered two head-on blows, and more than 160 Tartars were killed or wounded, losing their combat effectiveness.

And the third salvo came right away.

Twenty-two more cannons fired in unison, and in the thick black fog the cannonballs fired cannonballs towards the shield cart a hundred paces away.

Where does the shield car have a defensive role in front of artillery? It's a murder weapon that expands the power of artillery! The shells pierced the wet quilt and two-inch-thick planks, knocking the defensive planks into flying blocks. The wooden block stabbed into the head and neck of the infantry vest, stabbing these Jianzhou Tartars who had killed countless people to the ground.

The bouncing shells scattered the Qing troops in the back row. As soon as the cannonballs rang out, they fled from the shield cart and stood outside the shield cart.

Li Zhi raised his binoculars and looked under the Weaving Golden Dragon, and saw that dozens of Tartar leaders could no longer stand, and gathered at the big leader in the middle to say something. The big leader in the middle was probably Yanguli, who didn't say a word, and seemed to be thinking about the situation on the battlefield.

After the three salvos, Li Zhi's artillerymen began to push the gun carriage back to its original position, clean the gun chamber, and the battlefield was quiet for a while. The vests and infantry who operated the shield cart saw that the cannon at the head of the city was no longer ringing, and they also hid back into the shield cart one by one.

The followers and auxiliaries behind the shield cart hurried to push the cart to load the soil, trying to fill in the layer of potholes and trenches one hundred and fifty meters above. The Tartars did not know the level of artillery on the city walls, and thought that Li Zhi's soldiers would need a long time to reload, and they imagined that they could fill the potholes in this interval.

However, after only two minutes, their illusions were shattered. The auxiliaries had not yet filled a tenth of the pothole, and the artillery on the ramparts had already been loaded with shells and began the second round of firing.

The smoke had cleared, and the artillerymen could take aim calmly - another twenty-two shells broke through the air and fired at the hundred-gauge shield cart parked in front of the pothole. A cloud of sawdust flew, more than a dozen artillery wagons were hit, and screams came from the broken shield wagons.

Flesh and blood flew from the smashed shield carts in an instant, and the front half of the inside of the shield cart was sprayed with a layer of blood, stained red. Blood spurted from the cut wounds of the wood chips and the shredded flesh from the shells, from under the shield cart to the outside of the shield cart.

When have the Tartars seen such a powerful shelling? Seeing that the warriors were killed by the cannons in the shield cart, they no longer had the fighting spirit, so they turned around and fled.

The white swing tooth behind the vest and the armor did not let them escape. The white swing tooth roared behind the line and shot arrows, the arrows fiercely cut into the vital points, shooting the vests and infantry that escaped from the shield cart on the battlefield.

The armor infantry found that there was no way out of retreat, so they had to re-enter the shield cart.

As soon as the frightened Tartar returned to the shield cart, twenty-two more shells flew in, and the shells smashed into thirteen more shield carts. The shield carts were like cans that had been opened by iron tongs, and they had been broken open to the point that they had no temper.

In just two or three minutes, the city's artillery fired five volleys, and more than 60 shield wagons had already been blown up. Flying pieces of wood and ferocious cannonballs slaughtered the vests and infantry in the shield cart, leaving more than 400 Tartars dead or wounded and out of battle.

If the Tartars were still very confident that they could easily capture Fanjiazhuang when they slaughtered the people of the Ming Dynasty just now, now these Tartars have lost the confidence to win. How can there be so many cannons in this small city? How many warriors' corpses will be laid under the walls of this city?

Finally, the leader of the Tartars, Yanguli, realized the ferocity of the artillery on the city walls, and no longer forced the horse armor to hold on to the shield chariot, and Ming Jin withdrew his troops.

Hearing the sound of the trumpet of the troops, the Tartar elites who were guarding the shield cart were relieved, and fled to the rear in unison, retreating from the battle line like a tide.

The artillery of the sixth salvo was aimed at the fleeing Tartars. Twenty-two shells whizzed towards the moving targets.

The Tartars heard the sound of shelling on the city walls and fled with their heads in their hands, lest they be touched by the shells. Twenty-two shells landed on the ground, bounced up again, and bounced forward on the ground, drawing twenty-two lines of death in the fleeing Tartar ranks. Although this salvo did not produce as much success as the bombardment of the shield wagons, twenty-two shells also killed more than thirty Tartars.

At the end of two rounds of six shellings, more than 300 Tartars were killed, and more than 100 were seriously wounded and thrown on the battlefield, suffering heavy losses.

The Tartars who had been removed from the shield cart hid in the camp and did not dare to approach the walls easily. The golden dragon with the retreating Qing army entered the camp and led the entire Qing army to withdraw to the camp.

In the next half day, the Qing army did not send soldiers to attack the city of Fanjiazhuang except for sending ranger scouts.

The first stop was successful, and there was joy in Fanjiazhuang.

Deterred by artillery, a hundred soldiers of the Elective Regiment went out of the city before dark to clear the battlefield - cutting off the heads of the Tartars and mending the wounded Tartars. These soldiers hated the murderous Tartars, and when they killed the Tartars with their swords, they were very excited, and they howled and stabbed down one by one.

After getting more than 400 Tartar heads, Li Zhi asked people to put these heads well and put them in front of the city gate for public display. These chiefs lightened the atmosphere in the city, and the people began to believe that the soldiers could hold the city, and the fear of being besieged by the Qing soldiers diminished considerably.

The people have been working together for a month, and now there are antlers everywhere under the city walls, and it is not easy for the Tartars to get close to the city walls. The walls of the city were piled with rolling stones and wood and burned with gold juice, and if the Tartars wanted to climb the walls, they had to use corpses to pile them up. The people all knew that Fanjiazhuang was a fortified city at this time, and it was not so easy to capture.

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