472 shows its might

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The gunner, standing next to the cart loading the ammunition box, had long kept in mind the corresponding angle of the shooting distance.

At this time, the artilleryman immediately knew the distance, the required angle of fire.

The gunner shouted: "Twelve degrees of fire!" ”

Hearing the shout, the commander of the twelve-pounder field gun commanded the two gunners standing on the left and right sides of the tail of the gun to adjust the gun to the correct angle and then aim it in the direction of fire.

At the same time, several other gunners began to carry the shells in front of the gun, and another gunner loaded the shells into the barrel.

The artillery on the twelve-pounder field gun side was ready, and Thunderhawk gave the order to fire.

With a loud bang, the cannon was enveloped in a huge cloud of smoke, and then by the huge recoil, the propelled cannon rushed out to the rear, more than a foot away.

The shells of this twelve-pounder short cannon field gun had a very fast muzzle velocity.

However, Thunder Eagle and Albert still caught the flight path of this cannonball with their eyes.

The cannonballs that were fired, with a faint puff of white smoke, drew an arc and shot at the Tartar cavalry group more than a thousand paces away.

At the same time that Albert was personally in charge of the twelve-pounder field gun, the other six eight-pounder field guns in the rest of the surrounding artillery corps were also fired almost simultaneously.

This twelve-pounder field gun can be regarded as the only largest-caliber artillery that Liu Zhong carried this time, but the real main artillery in his army is the eight-pounder and six-pounder guns.

Among them, the eight-pounder gun is powerful, but the number is less than the six-pounder gun, and there are two types of artillery, not only cannons, howitzers, but also howitzers.

Seven shells, flying in the air for a while, smashed on the ground more than a thousand paces away, and then stirred up a large cloud of dust, bounced into the air, and finally landed almost at a predetermined location.

In the clairvoyant mirror, Lei Ying saw that the twelve-pound cannonball smashed directly into the rolling cavalry group, knocking down a cavalry company with a horse.

Then, the cannonball continued forward, bounced a few times, and knocked down several more cavalrymen, both men and horses, and finally rolled forward, causing a wave of men to roll on their backs.

As for the six eight-pounder shells that fell immediately behind, they also achieved considerable damage, and smashed many Tartars and Mongol cavalry in the Tartar cavalry group.

Seeing the target, the artillery generals and soldiers of the White Dragon Army, including Lei Ying, all high-fived and cheered.

On the contrary, Albert was not too excited, because he felt that this result was completely normal.

Although it is a distance of more than a thousand steps, it is already a long way, but if there is such a sophisticated artillery, coupled with his professionally trained artillery.

Coupled with such a large group of cavalry as the Tartars on the opposite side, the target is so big, if they still can't hit, then they won't be ** soldiers.

You must know that when Albert was in Portugal, he operated an artillery that was even more backward than the twelve-pounder field cannon of the White Dragon Army, and he could hit the city gate at a distance of about a thousand paces.

Now hitting a cavalry group of more than a thousand people, there is nothing to be excited about.

It's just that the only pity is that they fired solid bullets this time, and the killing effect of solid bullets on the enemy is much worse.

It's just that at such a long distance, there is only a solid bullet to fire.

"Keep firing!" Thunder Eagle shouted.

He saw in the clairvoyant mirror that this round of shelling did cause some confusion to the Tartar cavalry, but it did not kill and wound too many Tartars.

The Tartars and the Mongol cavalry were still rushing at a rapid pace, and he hurried down to do another round of artillery fire.

Hearing the shouts of the Thunder Eagle, the gunners began to push the twelve-pounder field gun, which had just retreated more than a foot to the rear, back into the firing position.

This kind of mounted artillery has a characteristic, that is, every time the gun is fired, the strong recoil will make the gun retreat for a long distance.

In order to solve the problem of recoil, at this time Western countries used two-wheeled gun mounts with a long rod that could slide on the ground and reduce recoil.

And now the common practice of the Ming army is to increase the weight of the gun wheels.

In comparison, it is better to have a two-wheeled gun mount in the West, which does not increase the burden of transportation and reduces recoil.

For Li Zixiao, of course, the more practical the better, learn from each other's strengths, and use that method if it is good, rather than caring about the distinction between East and West.

After the artillerymen pushed the cannon back into its original position, the gunner, who was holding the cannon brush, immediately ran to the cannon with a bucket to clear the gun.

The artilleryman took one end of the spiral metal rod used for clearing, inserted it into the chamber and stirred it vigorously a few times, and then hooked out a piece of charred and tattered linen.

This charred and tattered linen cloth was used to wrap gunpowder before.

Theoretically, when firing, the linen cloth wrapped in gunpowder should be burned along with the gunpowder.

But it turned out that this was not the case, and there was a lot of this linen cloth left to a greater or lesser extent, so that after each shot, the gun had to be cleaned.

The second firing of the artillery, which was more than the first, added the return of the gun and the cleaning of the chamber, both of which were the same, and the rest were the same.

As Thunder Eagle gave the order to fire again, a short time later, more than a dozen shells were fired.

At this time, several other eight-pounder guns also opened fire.

The second salvo was more accurate than the first.

A dozen eight-pounder shells, after hitting the ground, immediately bounced, and after two consecutive bounces, managed to plow a group of Tartar cavalry.

Thunder Eagle clearly saw from the clairvoyant mirror that the second twelve-pound iron ball they fired was directly smashing a cavalryman into pulp.

This twelve-pound cannonball directly smashed a Tartar cavalryman, half of his body, smashed into the backbone of the war horse, and smashed through the war horse.

The solid iron ball, which was red with blood and stained with minced meat, continued to bounce on the hard ground several times after being smashed to the ground, and then continued to roll far away.

In the straight line where the twelve-pound solid bullet fell, there were more than a dozen Tartar cavalrymen, and even men and horses were killed and wounded.

Even in the end, the solid bouncing could no longer bounce and could only roll on the ground.

But this kind of rolling is also a great threat to the Tartar cavalry, but whenever the rolling solid bullet hits the horse's leg, the horse's leg will be immediately crushed.

This is the power of the shells fired by this twelve-pounder field gun, and when they touch it, they are either dead or wounded.

"Poor cavalry." Albert sneered and whispered.

This is the battle between artillery and cavalry, and the knights who were once invincible met the fire cannon and met the nemesis.

Sure enough, in this world, there is no absolutely powerful and invincible class, all of them are one thing and one thing.

Albert glanced at the artillery, turned to Thunderhawk and said, "The twelve-pounder howitzer can still fire about three rounds, and then we have to stop and cool down for a while." ”

In order to ensure the performance and service life of the artillery, the artillery in the White Dragon Army, under normal circumstances, is also limited.

Ordinary artillery fires an average of eight or nine rounds per hour, and a maximum of one hundred and twenty rounds per gun per day, while a cannon can maintain a life of almost a thousand rounds.

"Let the howitzers cease fire and cool down, and the remaining eight-pounder guns continue to be loaded with solid shells, targeting 950 paces." Thunder Eagle ordered again.

"Shooting angle, three degrees and eleven minutes!" One of the gunners shouted.

Thundered!

The deafening roar sounded again, and a dozen eight-pounder guns opened fire, as for the six-pounder guns, they were still a little far away at this time, and they needed to be used after getting closer.

"Keep shooting!"

The gunners quickly began to push back the guns, clean the chambers, adjust the angles, align the directions, load the shells, fire again, and another round of shells whistled and flew out of the chambers.

"Damn, the artillery brothers are really ruthless, listening to this cannon is exciting!"

In the infantry phalanx, those White Dragon Army infantry looked at the cannonballs one by one, roaring and smashing into the Tartar cavalry group, making the Tartar cavalry turn on their backs and shout excitedly.

"Happy, I knew I was going to be an artilleryman."

"Come on, dog, you're still going to be an artilleryman, I don't know those artillerymen all require literacy and numeracy!

When the recruits were training, Lao Tzu also wanted to be an artilleryman, but the result was not qualified at all. ”

"Hahaha, that's it."

Liu Zhong stood in the middle of the formation with a waist knife in his hand, listening to the conversation of the soldiers, and his old-fashioned face also showed a hint of a smile.

"Shut up whatever you are arguing about, and don't make noise at will."

The military discipline officer who accompanied the army stood up at this time and shouted loudly, causing a group of soldiers to stop talking.

During this time, the artillery of the Thunderhawk had fired four rounds of shells, killing at least one or two hundred horsemen, but the Tartars still rushed up.

"Lei, I have to admit that these Tartar cavalry are really as you say, very fierce, they haven't given up the attack like this, and they haven't even messed up the formation, they are really an elite."

Albert was in the clairvoyant mirror, and saw that the Tartars were still screaming one by one, and said to Lei Ying in amazement in Chinese, which was quite proficient, but with a strong southern accent.

This was the first time Albert had seen the Tartar cavalry, and he was also amazed by the fierceness of these Tartar cavalry, he had only heard the generals of the White Dragon Army talk about the bravery of the Tartars before.

"Yes, these Tartars are indeed very strong, otherwise they would not be qualified to be our enemies." Lei Ying nodded and said.

"It's a pity, no matter how strong these Tartar cavalry is, no matter how good their riding skills are, they are useless, and when they encounter us, they will eventually fail, and it will be a fiasco.

Because, with the advent of flintlock pistols and howitzers, the cavalry was no longer suitable for future wars. ”

Albert was a veteran, and he saw things very thoroughly, and he could see at a glance the appearance of muskets and artillery and the huge impact on the cavalry.

"Haha, Lao Ai, you can see things thoroughly. Let's stop talking nonsense, the Tartars have rushed to seven hundred paces, and it's time for your baby to test the power of the new cannonballs. ”

At this time, Thunderhawk said to Albert.

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