On the mountainside, Zuo Wuwei put down his binoculars and shook his head: "This distance is not good, it is a little worse to directly hit the enemy's middle army, and there are more troops to attack." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

In Zuo Wuwei's opinion, the distance of this artillery bombardment was a little embarrassing, it was too reluctant to directly hit the enemy commander who was close to 2,000 meters away, and the displaced people who fought the charge had too much range, so they could only hit the second half of the team, which was equivalent to abandoning half of their martial arts.

After being deterred by the shells, the excitement of the displaced people disappeared without a trace, and they cowered and did not dare to continue to step forward, Sun Kewang stabilized his mind and shouted: "It will take a long time for the officers and soldiers to fire a cannon, don't be afraid, everyone will be in a meeting!" ”

The homeless people remembered the reward of 50 taels of captured cannons, and when they saw that no more artillery was fired on the opposite mountainside, they continued to rush forward with a fluke mentality.

Looking at the team of displaced people who continued to charge after a short period of panic, Zuo Wuwei thought about it, it is not realistic to increase the firing range, if you adjust the shooting angle, because of the height problem, it is equivalent to firing a cannon in the air, you can't aim, only God knows where the shell will go; If you increase the amount of propellant, it may cause an explosion, and the gains outweigh the losses. Then there is only one way to shorten the range.

However, the muzzle of the field gun is already in a horizontal position, and it cannot be lowered any longer, otherwise the muzzle is facing downward, and the shells will roll out, and only the amount of ammunition fired will be reduced. Zuo Wuwei ordered: "Puncture the propellant bag and pour out two percent of the gunpowder." "The Qiong Navy is a fixed ammunition from bullets to shells, and the propellant is wrapped in cloth in advance and tied to the tail of the shell, and there is a wooden saucer-shaped tray between the medicine bag and the shell.

After reducing the amount of gunpowder fired, the artillerymen quickly loaded the shells and prepared for the second round of firing.

Zuo Wuwei ordered: "All the artillery battalions have it, one salvo!" ”

"Boom, boom, boom", the deafening sound of artillery sounded again, and the 30 field guns of the artillery battalion were fired almost simultaneously, and the fire was fully fired, and a solid bullet flew towards the displaced people in the charge with a whistling sound that tore through the air.

After the bloody lesson just now, from Sun Kewang to the homeless soldiers, they all knew that these iron balls could hit them, and they were more powerful than any weapon they knew, and they didn't expect the cannon to be fired again in such a short time, and they looked at the iron balls that gradually lowered their flight trajectory and flew towards them with panic on their faces.

Sun Kewang shouted loudly: "Catch up, the artillery will hit far away, not closer, the closer you get to the officers and soldiers, the safer!" ”

His common sense was correct, but the cannonballs flew much faster than the time it took for a person to react, and before his order could be conveyed, dozens of solid bullets burrowed into the crowd like falling meteors.

"Bang bang bang", the sound of metal hitting the ground and flesh one after another, disaster befell the charging group of displaced people: solid bullets with great kinetic energy tore through everything in their path without hindrance, whether it was flesh and blood or swords. Bloodshot pieces of flesh and limbs flew through the air along with smashed and deformed weapons, flesh and blood blurred along the routes ploughed by cannonballs, and outcasts who had narrowly escaped death were splattered with blood and brains. The cannonballs landed and bounced like stones in the water, mercilessly harvesting lives, and the ranks of thousands of people were almost pierced from beginning to end.

Sun Kewang, who was commanding in the rear, was lucky, he was not directly hit by the cannonball, only a jumping cannonball swept the leg of the war horse under his crotch, threw him to the ground heavily, broke several ribs on the spot, and saved his life.

When the last shell bounced four times in a row and pierced through dozens of people, it staggered for a few meters and then stopped moving, and the frontal charge of the battlefield became a dead silence.

Sun Kewang endured the sharp pain in his chest and struggled to do it, and when he looked at it, his eyes were dark, and he almost passed out. This round of shelling swept down a large area of the charging team, mutilated corpses everywhere, blood flowed into small rivers, and even the branches of the trees next to them were broken hands and feet. The surviving displaced were either wounded or so frightened that they did not know how to move, completely losing the courage to continue the attack.

Zhang Xianzhong in the rear was completely stunned, since he started the army in Shaanxi, he has fought hundreds of battles with officers and soldiers, large and small, and has never seen such a scene. If the officers and soldiers who surrounded and suppressed them had such firepower, even if his eight kings had ten lives, it would not be enough.

After half a ring, he reacted, stood up on the horse in a hurry, and shouted: "Hurry up and spread the word, let Wenxiu and Nengqi on both sides withdraw, Lao Tzu's sons can't all fill in it!" ”

Sun Kewang on the front fell to the ground, Zhang Xianzhong thought he was dead, these four righteous sons were his right-hand men, he couldn't be sacrificed like this, he hung up one, at least to save the lives of the others.

However, this order was too late, and after Sun Kewang was abolished by a round of artillery bombardment, Liu Wenxiu and Ainengqi had already moved to the foot of the mountain from the left and right sides, and entered the range of fire of the Qiong Navy.

The road on both sides was rougher, and there were shrubs blocking it, Liu Wenxiu and Ai Nengqi each took 2,000 people, and it took a lot of effort to reach the foot of the mountain, and before they could attack, the second round of shelling in front of them began, and they watched Sun Kewang's men and horses like crops blown by the wind, and they fell down a large piece of land with a brush, and they were crippled at one time.

Such a shocking scene scared both of them, who are known for their bravery, enough. They are never afraid of death in battle, but this storm of metal that cannot be resisted by human power destroys their confidence - how can flesh and blood compete with their opponents when they have the power of almost ghosts and gods? For a while, the two were in a dilemma, should they continue to attack or retreat?

However, the Joan Navy did not give them a chance to think about it. There is a battalion on each side of the defending Qiuyu Mountain, located at the foot of the mountain, and there is also an artillery company in front of the array, which has long been waiting for the arrival of the opponent. Seeing that the homeless people had entered the range of the mountain artillery, the artillery company commander gave an order, and the 12 mountain guns roared happily, and the 6 catties of solid bullets flew towards the opponent in unison.

Of course, the power of the mountain artillery is not as powerful as the field cannon of the big brother, but the harvest of life is not ambiguous, the cannonball the size of the bowl mouth shuttles through the crowd wantonly, accompanied by the screams of the people, the cannonball smashed one head after another, penetrated one body after another, and the team of 2,000 people was quickly defeated.

Just when Liu Wenxiu and Ai Nengqi were in a dilemma, the Chinese army sounded an angry gong, and the two of them took the lead in retreating as if they had been amnestied, and the rest of the people also ran backwards with the uproar, and in a blink of an eye, they ran far away, much faster than when they came.

The tide of displaced people receded, leaving only corpses scattered everywhere.

In less than half an hour, the menacing offensive launched by Zhang Xianzhong's army failed like this, and it was defeated very completely, and there was no way to fight back.