It seemed to have a premonition of the impending blood, and the Dongjiang day, which had been sunny for half a month, actually rained lightly in the middle of the night.

In later generations, Mao Jue hated the rain the most, it was wet, and the whole person was uncomfortable for a day, and now, he hates it even more.

Fortunately, God gave face, and a little light rain set off the atmosphere, and it was collected around seven o'clock in the morning, and it did not have any impact on the paper shell bullets in the Dongjiang deerskin bag and the gunpowder in the oak barrel.

In front of the two armies, the flat Dongjiang Highway was already cracked like a pockmarked one, one hand drooped out of the soil, and the water droplets slowly dripped from the index finger that seemed to mock the downward gesture, and then formed a small water depression downward.

Flushed red!

Except for one hand, the body can no longer be seen, and a huge mound has completely buried the owner of the hand who doesn't know whether it is the Eight Banners or the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, perhaps, only this one hand is left.

This is the masterpiece of the shelling of the Dongjiang Army last evening!

More than two months earlier, the Dongjiang Army had already arranged its position, and where the Qing army was encamped, the gunners had also measured the unit in advance, and what elevation angle and what direction could be hit had already become information written on paper, even if they could hit with their eyes closed, let alone concentrate on dying.

Yesterday's artillery bombardment carried out four rounds, firing more than 800 shells, it is estimated that at least 500 or 600 Qing troops were killed or wounded by heavy infantry or cavalry.

However, after being beaten by the feudal warlordism of the Dongjiang River, the Qing army seemed to have learned to be obedient, taking advantage of the thick night, tens of thousands of clothed minions who came with the army were busy all night, and a two-meter-high, two-meter-wide, three-kilometer-long moat stood out in front of the Qing army, firmly wrapping the thick and huge Jianzhou Jurchen military town behind.

Although the Qing army's siege ability is mediocre, but can not underestimate their civil engineering ability, the battle of Dalinghe, the Qing people are to dig three trenches and earth walls in a row, the ancestral Dashou army firmly besieged in the Dalinghe City, relying on the trench group to encircle the point to help, almost killed Mao Jue under the Dalinghe City.

Seeing that the incomparably calm Qing army formation was only half exposed behind the trench group, but it was still full of flags, and the tents were one after another, like mushroom bushes, Mao Jue snorted fiercely, and then picked up the can again and stuffed it into his mouth.

Just when Mao Jue was jealous of the large number of people in the Qing army, he didn't know that Huang Taiji was also doing the same thing.

"This Dongjiang hairy barbarian! Where are so many cannons! ”

No wonder Huang Taiji sighed so much, Ning Jin was victorious, Yuan Chonghuan beat the invincible Nurhachi back to the Liaoshen line, relying on Hongyi cannons, how many cannons did Yuan Chonghuan have at that time? Eleven doors!

In the sixth year of Chongzhen, a Ming army ship carrying Hongyi cannon ran aground in front of Ning, and the Qing court simply took out the attitude of Zhenbao Island to grab the Soviet army tank and dragged the sunken ship's cannon back, and led by the Jurchen Tong Jia clan who had been in business and in Liaodong for many years, the formation of heavy troops, imitating the Hongyi cannon, with the efforts of nine donkeys and two dogs, how many red-coated cannons do the Qing army have?

Twenty-four doors!

Except for those who stayed in Shengjing, for so many years, Huang Taiji didn't make many cannons, but when he arrived at the Dongjiang River, good guys, two tooth forts and sixteen red-coated cannons have been regarded by him as the main artillery of the Dongjiang Army. The other half was also woken up under the shelling of the five thousand defenders of Baima Mountain City, good guy, this is enough to be excessive, yesterday, Mao Jue showed out more than 200 cannons.

You don't want money for your cannon?

But don't say it, Huang Taiji's emotion is really right, the Qing court smelting technology is backward, every thirty cannons cast, there are only one or two successful, the cost is five or six thousand twenty-one doors, the Ming Dynasty is better, the technology is leading, but a cannon from the household to the Ministry of War under the arsenal casting, I don't know how many civil and military officials and eunuchs stretched out their hands, there are only a few people left who really use the casting cannon, the cost of the red-clothed cannon of the Ming Dynasty is cheaper and limited, about two or three thousand taels.

Mao Jue did not have these two drawbacks, Dongjiang's firearms workshop was his own business, who dared to embezzle his silver, Mao Jue chopped his claws first, and the ore Dongjiang produced its own, coal Dongjiang produced itself, the craftsman spent a lot of money here, casting a cannon, before there was no steam engine, the cost was only a few hundred taels, and now it has dropped to more than two hundred taels.

There are also ammunition, volcanoes, Dongjiang local, there are many Japanese countries, nitrate mines, and Hamgyong Province have a lot, although there are fewer Japanese countries, but the power of half the country is not less, as for charcoal is simpler, this year the primeval forests all over the mountains, is there a lack of wood? And then there is the iron ball of the cannonball, which is simpler, with the uniform movement of the steam engine, the wheel will be polished, others are not bad for money, Mao Jue is not bad for cannons!

But Huang Taiji is so heroic, that is, he sighed with emotion, and after his eyes were red, once again, his sharp eagle eyes, which did not match his fat face, instantly burst into a contemptible spirit, and a cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"But this hairy brute is still too tender!"

"What the emperor said is extremely true!"

In the telescope, a sack hall was up, and the stepped circular position was reflected in the telescope, and the more than 200 Hongyi cannons that were powerful yesterday were all circled by Mao Jue, and the old face of Fan Wencheng who was watching also showed a sneer, holding the telescope with both hands, and returned it to Huang Taiji.

Stuffed the precious Western telescope into the waist mirror bag, pulled the horse, Huang Taiji immediately went up and down the towering mound, ate a trench and grew a wisdom, three kilometers of the mound fortress, followed by eight stand-ins wearing similar clothes to him also dragged the horse's head down from the mound, and then thirty-two Jurchen strong men with pigtails and full of meat violently beat the sixteen cowhide drums, and in the rumbling drums, from the gaps in the various earthen walls, the Qing army rushed out like ants.

According to normal times, the Qing army would plunder the population from the invasion area as cannon fodder to take the lead, but the Dongjiang Mao Jue strong wall was too clean, and none of the Dongjiang people were his precious resources, and none of them were left for Jiannu, so it was the clothed minions of each family who took the lead.

The first wave was almost more than 3,000 people who rushed out of the earthen fence with high morale, ran forward dozens of steps, and then did not fight, squatted down with a shovel, and desperately picked up in the still wet and soft wheat field.

Behind them, some of the Eight Banners of the Han Army, equipped with rough leather armor, pushed the carts, and came out from behind them heavily and slowly.

This tactic is similar to the time when Mao Jue and Matsudaira Nobutsuna faced off against Nagasaki Castle, facing the artillery superiority of the Dongjiang River, taking civil engineering, constantly digging trenches as cover, and then advancing to the bottom of the mountain layer by layer.

The three thousand coats of this stockade are scattered on a frontal front of three or four kilometers, and the formation is extremely loose, and it is also specially designed to deal with the Dongjiang artillery, you can bomb it, anyway, my slave is worthless, one life is exchanged for five cannons, and I will earn it!

And the war can never be seen in the open, behind the earthen wall, about 2,000 of the most elite cavalry warriors of the Eight Banners Army squatted behind with their horses, waiting, once Mao Jue sent cavalry and infantry down the mountain to attack and harass these digging tunnels, these cavalry would come out of the town to entangle the Dongjiang troops, and then the superior cavalry would surround and eat a large part of his troops.

It has just rained, the mountain soil is not hard, and as long as you dig a trench and come back alive, you will have half a future of military merits, accumulate a few more, there is the possibility of being promoted from Baoyi Aha to civilians, and even if you kill the next head, there is still hope of raising the flag, a group of plundered Han people Baoyi is also numb but excited to squat on the ground and pick, go for more than ten minutes, the second intermittent earthen wall has begun to take shape.

Quietly peeking at the silent Dongjiang Military Town behind the military town, Huang Taiji's face showed a look of disappointment.

Is there nothing that can be done?

But just when Huang Taiji despised Mao Jue, a burst of bean-like gunfire suddenly erupted in the front formation, and after the gunshot, there were several cannon roars.

The Dongjiang Ming Army is not as good as the Liaodong Ming Army! The Liaodong Army couldn't stand the pressure in his heart until the Jianzhou cavalry was killed more than 100 meters, and fired out the firearms in advance.

However, the color of disdain had only just risen, and then the expression on Huang Taiji's face froze.

A large number of screams were heard at the same time.

"Fa Ye!"

Full of excitement, Liu Dan, the brother of Liu Chong, the commander of the Dongjiang sentry, the guerrilla general, and the commander of the regiment, was red with excitement with his bearded face, which was almost no different from his brother, holding high the officer's revolver and shouting, and a team of Dongjiang troops also shot out their guns neatly.

Poor people must have something to hate, these coats are pitiful enough, they were left from their homeland and plundered from the Central Plains! But if you are a dog for Jiannu, and you want to turn Lao Tzu into a coat, then you can't help it! The clothed minions who were still squatting on the ground and digging were immediately hit by the sudden gunshot, and the rest threw the basket and turned around and ran.

I never thought that after yesterday's reconnaissance, hundreds of Dongjiang troops could emerge from the empty Luo Village, and the beard on the face of Meler, who was squatting behind the earthen wall, suddenly flew up with a big beard on his face, roared, and rushed out with a machete, followed by him, thousands of cavalry of the Yellow Banner Cavalry Battalion spurred their horses, and the ghost-headed knives were raised obliquely, and they didn't care about trampling on the clothes that escaped back, and went straight to the Dongjiang Army formation.

Who knows, these bastards are really not good men, the third wave of guns was not released, with a shout, they turned around and fled back to the village.

Without thinking about it at all, the Turai rushed into the village.

There are too many coincidences on this battlefield, at this end, Huang Taiji's messenger chased him out in a hurry, and at the other end, Mao Jue's herald also ran to the artillery circle out of breath, shouting at the male duck.

"Lord Sun, the general has ordered the cannon!"

"It's been ready for a long time!"

is a veteran who has been in the army for a few years, and everyone else has practiced with a big waist and a round waist, this Sun Chun doesn't know how, but she is as thin as a little chicken, but it doesn't delay her heroism, almost the kung fu of replying, her right hand knocked on the flintlock, and the iron chain trembled with a bang, and the shrapnel smashed out like a meteor.

In the next second, it was another salvo!

(End of chapter)