"Master, it's not good! Minggou called! A native soldier broke into the lobby of Xiangjiazhai and reported to the old man Peng Hu with a sad face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"How did they get here? Don't we have sentinels watching the intersection? Peng Hu was taken aback.

The Miao Tubing reported: "Master, the villain doesn't know either!" The sentry was killed by them, as if a local man was leading the way! ”

"Damn natives!" Peng Hu roared angrily, "We are still too soft on them!" They should have been wiped out back then! Damn the natives, and the Han dog in the same pants! ”

"Minggou gives us an hour to surrender." The native soldier said softly.

"Surrender fart! I don't believe they can still fight! Peng Hu roared.

"There are a lot of people here! There are more than a thousand people, and artillery! The native soldier said with a sad face.

"I'm afraid of a bird!" Peng Hu roared, "We are on the mountain, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there is a strong camp!" Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, the Han dog can beat us! Let's go out and have a look! ”

Peng Hu took a few native soldiers, walked to the wall of the camp, looked at the foot of the mountain, and saw a dense Ming army standing under the mountain, but the red, blue and black decorations on the heads of the Ming army can show that most of them were actually native soldiers, but they were adapted into the Ming army.

"It turned out to be the Ba people! Qin Liangyu's descendants! No wonder they are so bent on rebellion! Seeing that there were many Ming soldiers and soldiers of the Ba people at the foot of the mountain, and the leader of the team was Ma Hong, the general of the Ba people, Peng Hu said to himself.

The Ba people have always had a particularly close relationship with the Ming Dynasty, and the white pole soldiers are the soldiers composed of the Ba people, who have killed and injured a large number of Houjin Jurchen troops on the battlefield in Liaodong.

Looking at the strength of the Ming army under the mountain, a native soldier trembled and said: "Master, the heroes don't suffer the losses in front of them, the puppet Ming thief army under the mountain is strong, we might as well surrender, the officers and soldiers of the court have been defeated, where can we stop it?" ”

"Fart!" Peng Hu roared, "What if the pseudo-Ming is determined for a while? Li Dingguo was not very powerful back then? Kong Youde, who recruited us, died at his hands, but what happened later? Aren't they defeated yet? ”

"But the imperial court even lost Huguang Wuchang Mansion." The soldier muttered.

Peng Hu said with a gloomy face: "What if Huguang is lost?" The court is powerful, there are many soldiers, and it is the elite of the north! The pseudo-Ming victory is only temporary! The Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers are invincible, and when more Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers come down, the puppet Ming thieves are not fleeing from the wind! We have sturdy cottages! Just block them! When the officers and soldiers of the imperial court come back, we will be the heroes! ”

At the foot of the mountain, the Ming army had already begun to shout and let Peng Hu in the cottage surrender. But he was rejected by Peng Hu.

An hour passed, and I saw only a few guns fiddling with the Ming army under the mountain. After a while, only a few roars of artillery were heard under the mountain, the muzzle of the cannon spewed fire, billowing white smoke came out of the muzzle, and several shells rose into the air, pulling an arc in the air, and slammed towards the cottage.

"Sky cannon? What's the power of that? Peng Hu said to himself disappreciably. He heard his father say that in the past, when the Ming army was in Liaodong, it fought with the Later Jin army, and there was also a weapon like Chaotian cannon, but this weapon was very poor. Because the ballistics of the shell is very high, the bouncing effect is poor after landing, the lethality is not large, and it is far less useful than the direct fire gun.

"The cannonballs are down!" A soldier shouted.

The native soldiers in the cottage looked at the falling shells and ran away in all directions, trying to dodge the falling shells. Before the words fell, the first round of shells had already landed in the cottage, smashing over several wooden fences and smashing a brick wall. However, because the shells landed slowly, the soldiers dodged the shelling.

"This kind of cannon, there is nothing to be afraid of!" Peng Hu sneered.

But Peng Hu didn't know that just after the Ming army fired this round of shells, the commander of the Ming army, Qin Liangyu's great-grandson Ma Hongyi, gave an order: "Load the shells!" ”

Ma Hongyi is the grandson of Ma Xianglin, and the white pole soldiers of that year temporarily withdrew from the historical stage after being defeated by Li Dingguo. However, Shizhu Tusi did not surrender to the Qing court, but insisted on the southwest until Yongli abandoned the country to hunt in the south, and Shizhu Tusi was forced to surrender to the Qing court. However, after the Qiongzhou army sent by Wang Xinyu entered Sichuan, the Ma family was the first Tusi to return to the Ming Dynasty, and Qin Liangyu's grandson and great-grandson once again set foot on the battlefield against the Qing Dynasty.

At this time, among the mountain soldiers of the Qiongzhou Army, there was a native soldier adapted from the white pole soldier back then, but this native soldier had improved its equipment, equipped with rattan armor, and was equipped with a large number of firearms. Of course, Ma Wannian was still a local Tusi, and he sent his son Ma Hongyi to join the Qiongzhou Army and follow the Qiongzhou Army on the Northern Expedition.

The first round of mortar fire was fired, and all the shots were solid shells. With the first round of firing, the gunners changed the elements, readjusting the muzzle and charge.

With a burst of artillery fire, the second round of shelling began, and solid shells flew into the sky and smashed into the cottage. This round of shooting still didn't have much effect, which attracted a burst of laughter from the Miao soil soldiers.

However, the Miao Tubing did not last long, and the Ming army under the mountain began a third round of shelling.

"Reload the flowering shells and get ready to fire! Give me a hard beating! Mahoni yelled.

The Ming soldiers cleaned the chamber of the cannon, filled it with gunpowder, and loaded the flowering shells with black [gunpowder] inside from the muzzle. Because the twelve-pounder mortar had a very short barrel, it was easy to reload, so it was also very fast to reload. In just a minute or so, the Ming soldiers loaded the flowering shells. Someone then lit the fuse of the shell at the muzzle of the gun and exited. The gunners in the back lit the cannon from the tail fire door, and the mortar roared.

Six shells rose into the air and landed accurately in the cottage. The shells with just the right cut fuses either exploded as soon as they landed, or exploded into clusters of fireballs when they were still five or six meters above the ground.

The sound of artillery was like thunder, and a series of fires immediately rose in the cottage, and the shells burst through the wooden fence and shattered the stones. A rainstorm of shrapnel swept away a large area of native soldiers. At the same time, a group of Ming soldiers carrying rockets and launchers were also running forward, squatting down in front of the rocks in front of them.

When Song Yingxing was still alive, he once imagined that dismantling a swarm of bee cars and turning them into single-engine rockets could play a role in siege or water warfare. But because the accuracy of the rocket was so poor and the effect of the single shot was poor, it was not realized. Now the Ming army has improved the propellant, improved the rocket wing, improved the accuracy, and then used the rocket in a concentrated manner and turned it into a sharp weapon for mountain soldiers.