"Cannon! The cannon is coming! Just as the Ming army's attack in the Yangchun Gate area was thwarted, someone shouted in surprise. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

More than a dozen Ming soldiers pushed a three-pounder cannon, pushed through the ruins of the city gate tower, pushed through the city gate of the urn, and set up it in the middle of the street, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the Qing army fortification group in front. This cannon was transported by raft by the third batch of Ming troops who crossed the river, and this batch of Ming troops crossed the river, not only bringing 3,000 reinforcements, but also two three-pounder cannons and four twelve-pounder mortars.

The three-pounder gun was erected, and the muzzle of the cannon was aimed at the barricades of the Qing army in front.

Solid shells penetrated through the doors and windows of buildings and firing holes, and the shells that pierced through the walls smashed bricks and dirt all over the place, and the barricades were quickly smashed into holes.

The four mortars were also erected by the Ming army, and the 12-pound solid cannonballs that were tested smashed through the roof, shattering the roof tiles to pieces, and the shells fell in the building, raising sawdust fragments and bursts of dust, and many Qing soldiers hiding in the building were also killed by the shells, or were injured by falling bricks, or by collapsed furniture.

Next, an even greater nightmare for the Qing army began: the Ming army replaced the mortars with flowering shells.

Although the Qing army carried out renovation and reinforcement of the buildings in the city, the buildings in the city were far less solid than the city walls, and the flowering shells fired by the twelve-pounder mortar cannon fell continuously, and the Qing troops in the neighborhood suffered heavy casualties.

For the Qing army, more serious problems followed: among the Ming army in the third batch of reinforcements, there were many stragglers.

The sky was already slightly bright, and with the help of the bright light, Woh found that a group of Ming musketeers had appeared in the block in front of him, and the Ming army who arrived was not a Ming army musketeer wearing red mandarin duck battle jackets, but a group of Ming army musketeers wearing green military uniforms and green cloth on their six-petal helmets on their heads.

"It's a god hand again!" Wauch, who had participated in the Battle of Huguang, gasped. He knew how powerful these stragglers were, these Ming stragglers were extremely accurate in marksmanship, they could easily shoot targets at a distance of 100 paces, they were still powerful at 150 paces, and some people could even shoot at a distance of 200 steps!

Some veterans of the Qing army were also full of fear when they saw the Ming army stragglers in green uniforms, and when they saw the stragglers in green clothes from a distance, they shrank their heads back one after another, and they didn't even dare to risk their heads.

However, many of the Qing troops who were newly recruited in northern Hubei and southern Henan after the Battle of Huguang did not know how powerful they were, and they were still reloading their bullets according to their previous combat experience, holding their breath, sticking out their muzzles from the shooting holes, and aiming at the green-clothed soldiers who were running quickly over the ruins.

"Put the Ming dog closer and fight again!" The Green Battalion musketeer muttered silently.

"Hide!" At this time, a Qing army officer shouted anxiously.

"It's really more and more cowardly, Ming Gou is still so far away, he doesn't believe that he can hit us!" A green battalion general who came over from Henan snorted coldly.

But at this time, the green-clothed Ming army, which was still a hundred paces away, had already opened fire, and the Ming stragglers formed a formation, like smoothbore gunners, and fired a volley of guns, and the scorching bullets penetrated through the shooting holes, doors, windows, and gaps of the barricades like sharp blades that could cut through the air.

Although the Qing army was protected by barricades, the Ming stragglers outside the range of the Qing army could not be threatened by any threat, and calmly fired accurately with rifled guns. The bullet burrowed into the building, and there was a tooth-sore sound of bullets entering the flesh, and the Qing soldiers who were hiding inside and preparing to meet the Ming army immediately flew flesh and blood.

Henan General, who was still laughing at those veterans just now, was hit by a high-speed rotating bullet on his helmet, and the entire helmet flew into the sky, Henan General broke a bloody hole in his forehead, and a bloody sword erupted from the back of his head.

"Bang bang bang" The Ming rifled gunner kept shooting, and after firing the bullet, he took two steps back and nervously reloaded.

The range of rifled guns far exceeded that of smoothbore guns, and in street battles, the Qing army could not attack, so they could only rely on barricades for defense. The Ming rifled gunners loaded their bullets and fired from outside the range of the Qing troops, killing the Qing troops behind the barricades.

"Free Fire!" Chen Shuigen, who had been promoted to the general of stragglers, gave an order.

Five hundred skirmishers play freely, free to reload and shoot. Because everyone's reload speed is different, the gunfire is incessant, and it never stops for a moment. Although the front-loading guns without a unified salvo were sparse and the sound of gunfire was messy but not dense, the high accuracy of the rifled guns suppressed the Qing army so much that it was impossible to raise its head.

There were still a lot of Qing soldiers behind the barricades, and after being shot by the Ming army's rifled guns, the Qing army's losses were actually only one percent. But the rifled guns are still firing, and no Qing soldiers dare to risk showing their heads.

Seeing that the reloading speed of the green-clothed Ming army was slow, Woch said to himself: "It would be good if at this time, it would be good to charge with cavalry for a while!" Ming Gou's Divine Weapon is too slow to fire! Their kind of firecracker, there seems to be something carved in the barrel, and the bullet can rotate when it is fired, so that it can hit so far and so accurately. However, the inside of the barrel was carved with lines, and the loading was slow, which could not stop the cavalry. It's a pity that the cavalry in the old man's hands was handed over to Su Zhongtang! ”

What Walch said is indeed right, the skirmishers are the nemesis of musketeers and archers, but the cavalry defeats the skirmishers, and the skirmishers who are very slow to reload meet the cavalry charge, they can't stop them at all, and can only rely on the musketeers to protect themselves.

It's just that so far, Wang Xinyu has never let the stragglers fight against the Qing cavalry alone, and the use of stragglers, except in complex terrain, is used in mixed formations, or as snipers, or in siege warfare.

"Minggou is coming up!" Someone shouted.

Wauch cautiously glanced out from the shooting hole, and found that groups of Ming soldiers wearing red mandarin duck battle jackets, holding muskets in their hands, took advantage of the opportunity of their rifled gunners and artillery to suppress the Qing army, lined up in a neat formation, and pressed up towards the Qing army's barricades step by step.

"Don't let Ming Dog come close! Get ready! Warch shouted.

The Ming soldiers approached step by step to fifty steps away from the barricades, and just when the Ming musketeers lined up and were about to fire, Woh gave an order, and a group of Qing soldiers picked up their muskets, suddenly poked their heads out, and the muzzles of the black holes were aimed at the Ming troops. However, the Qing soldiers were frightened by the rifled guns of the Ming army, and after hearing the order, less than a third dared to show their heads.

The two sides fired almost simultaneously, and more than 1,000 Ming musketeers took turns firing, and the bullets continued to spray a continuous mist of blood in the formation of the Qing army. The Qing army also fired back, and dozens of Ming soldiers were shot and fell.

"Forward Shoot!" The Ming officer gave the order without hesitation.

The red-clad musketeers moved forward, firing in a loop, the gunfire not stopping for a moment, and the bullets made the barricades smoke rise. After the front row of Ming troops entered thirty steps, they stopped one after another and felt for a grenade from their waists.