403 Tragic siege

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It was a middle-aged man in his thirties, holding a wooden shield in one hand, apparently improvised in front of him.

The rough wooden shield had not even been stripped of its bark, and the shield looked heavy, rough, but also strong.

He stepped on the ladder, ready to cross the trench, and in the other hand, he carried a waist knife.

But he was on top of a trench, with no teammates to cover him on the left and right, and with a shield in his hand, he couldn't even dodge left and right.

And because he was stepping on a ladder and had to cross the trench, the shield in his hand could not be protected in front of him, and half of his body was exposed.

In Sun Dazhuang's eyes, this is simply a live target.

"Die!"

Sun Dazhuang let out a low groan, and then pulled the trigger.

There was a loud bang, and the chaotic soldier in Sun Dazhuang's sight was shot in response.

The middle-aged man shook a few times, trying to stabilize his body, but finally became unconscious, and finally screamed, fell off the ladder, and fell into the trench.

Almost at the same time, the musketeers and archers on the western wall of Yiyang, the arrow tower, and the corner tower almost simultaneously buckled the slam or loosened the bowstring.

With the sound of gunshots and arrows, dozens of rebels who were stepping on ladders to cross the trench, or had already crossed the trench, were carrying the ladder, ready to rush to the city, nearly half of them were shot and fell.

The tiger squat cannon and the furlong machine at the head of the city also began to fire, and they were still condescending, and the first round of salvo fire directly swept away most of the chaotic soldiers under the wall in front of them, which was two hundred steps wide.

Even these rebels were carrying heavy wooden shields.

But at thirty or forty paces, at such a close distance, the small lead bullets fired by the tiger squat cannon and the Fran machine could basically shatter the wooden shield in their hands.

And every time the Tiger Squat Cannon and the Furlong Machine fired, the big lead bullet was plowed out in the crowd of soldiers under the city, plowing a bloody mud channel.

But all the large lead bullets that were bounced up, rubbed or touched, were basically either dead or maimed, and the screams were loud.

"Haha, it's a good fight, just fight like this, come again!"

Zhan Wang, who is in charge of the tiger squat artillery and the commander of the Fran machine here, was also very satisfied with the results of this salvo, and encouraged the gunner next to him.

Cai Yuan, the general manager of the artillery department, excitedly gave a new order and selected the next target.

The herald waved the command flag and gave the order to the gunners at the head of the city. The second round of firing was launched quickly, and the Tiger Squat Cannon and Furlong on their side, as long as the battle did not stop, their fire would not stop. 、

The bandits also began to return fire, trying to bombard the artillery and catapults at the head of the city, but it was obvious that although they had many cannons, the gunners were not skilled enough, and although the salvo was loud, the hit rate was simply zero, and several rounds of salvo fire did not hit the tiger squat cannons and catapults on the tiger head fort.

The rebels who had rushed to the edge of the trench retreated, and after a while they rushed up again, but they came up with more wooden shields, and some simply carried larger ones.

These wooden shields resemble a huge door panel, or a king-sized table of eight immortals, with four wooden pillars underneath, and a large table top on top, under which the rebels hide.

This method really worked, at least the arrows shot by the archers on the head of the city were blocked, and it was difficult to shoot the people below.

And at forty paces away, these wooden shields can basically block the lead bullets of the musketeers, but the only ones that can't stop are the large lead bullets fired by the Tiger Squat Cannon and the Furlong Machine.

There is a saying that is true, learn war in war, these rebels were mostly peasants a few years ago, but now they are indeed experienced rebels.

Moreover, in the face of the sharp muskets of the White Dragon Army, they attacked several times, and they were beaten back without even touching the city wall.

But after they fail, they can quickly summarize and come up with new solutions.

For example, now they actually put a quilt or cotton armor on the outside of the wooden shield, and then wet it with water, and then use it to pile up mud, which greatly strengthens the defense.

In this way, the lead bullet of the White Dragon Army musketeers could not penetrate this 'dirt tank' within thirty paces.

If Li Zixiao was here at this time, he would definitely be surprised, this is not the local method that the Chinese guerrillas came up with when they fought the devil's turret during the Anti-Japanese War!

Relying on this method, the rebels finally succeeded in advancing under the Yiyang city wall, and they set up ladders one after another and climbed up.

"Prepare to throw a grenade and light the fuse."

Xu Wei immediately ordered, and immediately dozens of strong and powerful White Dragon soldiers and soldiers were in the box behind them, one by one.

This two-pound, iron-shelled flowering bullet is extremely powerful, and it is also the largest type of grenade in the White Dragon Army.

On the one hand, it is because his weight is not too heavy and it is easy to carry, and on the other hand, after the explosion of the iron-clad mine, the lethality to the enemy is huge.

As for the paper mine, it is generally used in infantry field battles and is convenient to carry around, but now it is a defense of the city, and there is no need to consider the weight.

Even, there was a box of five-pound iron-shelled mines in the White Dragon Army, but Xu Wei didn't dare to order it.

He was worried that if this kind of five-pound iron-shelled mine was thrown under the city, it was estimated that it would explode in two rounds, killing the enemy and destroying their walls, which would be a joke.

The two-pound iron thunder couldn't be thrown too far, but the powerful soldiers still threw it from the city wall several feet high, thirty or forty paces away, and threw it directly at the feet of the rebels.

"One, two, three, vote!"

Sun Dazhuang took the lead in throwing the iron-shelled thunder in his hand, and the pig-iron-shelled grenade rolled in the air, with white smoke and sparks, crossed an arc-shaped trajectory and fell into the chaotic group below.

Some of the iron-shelled mines also smashed on the big wooden shields of the rebels, and then bounced a few times, and finally fell to the ground, still emitting sparks and white smoke.

When the rebels under the city saw this thing, some of them were at a loss, not knowing what it was.

But some of the rebels, after seeing these iron-shelled mines that had not yet burned their leads, suddenly screamed, threw down the shields in their hands, turned around and ran.

All these rebels who were scared away were all from Liu Tichun's vanguard army before.

Because, when Liu Tichun was attacking Shangdian Town, Luo Chao used this kind of iron-shelled mine to deal with them.

The terrible power of the iron-clad thunder, these rebels know best, and when they are wounded, they are more painful than death. Even, they call it 'Thunderbolt'.

It is precisely because many rebels have seen this kind of thing before, as soon as they explode all over the sky, those around them will be crippled, and they will lose their combat effectiveness on the spot.

Therefore, those rebels who have seen the iron-clad thunder will throw down their shields at the first time and run away.

And a rebel who had never seen an iron-clad mine actually lowered his head and picked up the iron-clad mine, wanting to throw it back again.

But this unlucky guy has just got the iron-shelled mine in his hand, and the fuse that is burning has already burned to the end.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the iron-clad mine exploded.

The shell made of pig iron exploded violently and was shattered into countless small pieces of iron, including iron nails, which splattered in all directions.

The unlucky soldier who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and dared to pick up the iron-shelled mine, didn't even have a chance to scream, and at the first moment of the explosion, his head was like a burst watermelon, and the red and white things splattered out.

Hiding behind the same big wooden table, the dozen or so chaotic soldiers, all of whom were also hit, were basically injured by the sputtered iron pieces and nails, and immediately fell to the ground, wailing nonstop.

This kind of iron-clad thunder didn't kill people by blowing it up, and the unlucky guy just now was purely self-inflicted.

Iron-shelled mines mainly rely on explosions, splashing iron sheets and nails to kill and injure the surrounding enemies, mainly injuring the enemy, and it is not important whether they kill or not.

In fact, in such a battle, it is more important to hurt the enemy than to kill the enemy, and at this time, the White Dragon Army does not need to destroy the enemy's living force.

They only need to inflict large-scale wounds on the enemy, which is the best way, and the wounded soldiers cannot attack the city.

And a wounded soldier just needs an intact chaotic soldier to take him down, and after taking it down, he needs to heal them.

And the miserable wail of the wounded soldier will also be a very big blow to the enemy's morale.

Li Zicheng did not dare to let these wounded soldiers die without saving them, if Li Zicheng really dared to do this, within half a day, this chaotic army would collapse without a fight.

One after another, the iron-shelled mines were thrown down from the city wall by the soldiers of the White Dragon Army, fell into the enemy group, and exploded, like flowers blooming in the enemy group.

"Okay, just fight like this!"

After Xu Wei saw the results of this round of iron-shelled mines, he couldn't help laughing and shouted.

There were bursts of drums from the city tower behind, and the drums gathered together, resounding through the city, and the majestic and heavy drums immediately aroused the blood and fighting spirit of the soldiers at the head of the city.

Among the many musical instruments, it can be said that the sound of drums is the most motivating and courageous.

The soldiers of the White Dragon Army resisted the city and defended it, and after hard training, they repelled several waves of enemy attacks at this time, which made them morale high, and they became more and more courageous the more they fought.

Even, the recruits around him were roaring one by one, their necks were red, their morale was greatly boosted, and they had no fear at the beginning.

"Don't retreat, he, damn, if anyone retreats again, Lao Tzu will kill him."

Seeing the rebels rushing up, some of them retreated, and Liu Zongmin, who was behind, was furious, drew out his long knife and waved it, forcing the retreating rebels to rush up again.

Every moment, there are rebels falling, and the blood has already stained the land in front of Yiyang City red.

At this time, with a group of old rebels from the old battalion behind, they were sent up by Liu Zongmin and led those rebels to attack.

At this time, these old rebels finally revealed their fierce side.

Although no one fell, they did not retreat and collect their troops, and they even simply pushed the corpses of the dead rebels directly into the trenches to fill in the trenches.

At great cost, the rebels rushed under the city walls, climbed the ladders, and climbed towards the walls.

And the White Dragon Army's iron-shelled mines are not infinite, Xu Wei must be reasonably distributed and prepared for a protracted war, but he can't use up all the iron-shell mines as soon as he comes up.

In that case, how should they keep the days to come? At this time, the traditional way of defending the city with rolling wood and gravel was once again used by Xu Wei.

"All eyes on the smash, push the enemy's ladder to."

"The east side needs support, big bull, you bring people over."

"Medic, drag the wounded down. Da Zhuang, you can take someone to clean up the corpse."

"The first batch to retreat, and the second to send soldiers up!"

"Don't be in a hurry, musketeers, aim and shoot again, shoot calmly."

Xu Wei ran on the city wall west of Yiyang, shouting loudly everywhere, commanding the soldiers of the White Dragon Army to defend the city wall to the death, not allowing the enemy to climb the city wall.

Fortunately, Xu Wei is experienced, well-commanded, calm and calm, so that the rhythm of the battle has always been in the hands of the White Dragon Army.

Fang Dabao is a brilliant musketeer in the White Dragon Army Musket Battalion, who once won the title of 'sharpshooter' in the competition.

Since the beginning of the battle, Fang Dabao has been hiding behind a battlement in a city wall with a cold flintlock in his hand, searching for a suitable target to shoot.

As long as there are rebels within a hundred paces of fire, there are rebels who are free from the protection of the big shield, they will not be able to escape his shooting.

"Bang"

Another gunshot rang out, and seventy paces away, an old rebel leader was urging the rebels behind him to speed up their charge, and was shot in the chest by Fang Dabao, killing him instantly.

"Eleventh."

After firing the gun, Fang Dabao was not in a hurry, and handed the flintlock pistol in his hand to the recruits behind him, asking him to clean the chamber and load the ammunition.

Instead, he picked up a short sword on the ground, and carved another vertical pattern on the hilt of this flintlock pistol.

There are already fifteen vertical lines on his gun, which means that he has killed fifteen enemies with this flintlock pistol since he joined the White Dragon Army.

When he had finished carving, he handed the flintlock pistol to the recruit behind him, and then took another loaded flintlock pistol from the recruit.

Stretch out again, aiming at the rebels outside the city, looking for a suitable target to shoot, and the handle of this flintlock pistol is also engraved with vertical lines.

For most of the day, although the casualties of the rebel army were not small, they still filled in several passages in the trench little by little.

With these passages, their attacks will be more convenient, and they will no longer be killed by the muskets and bows of the White Dragon Army in the city after they have been delayed too much time when they pass through the city.

The rebels erupted in cheers to celebrate that they had finally filled the trenches, which was a morale boost for the rebels.

Xu Wei in the city was sneering, paying so many casualties, it was just to take a trench, what was there to be happy about.

But at the same time, Xu Wei must not dare to relax, because he knew that this was the first day of the rebel army's attack, and the battle had just begun.

"Attack!"

The attack of the rebel army has not stopped since the morning, but fortunately, those musketeers of the White Dragon Army on the city wall, they only need to be responsible for shooting, and the amount of labor is not large, otherwise they would have been tired and lying down.

I didn't see it, those archers who drew their bows and shot arrows had already changed several times, and their arms had long been sour.

And those recruits who were responsible for transporting ammunition and throwing logs and gravels under the city had already changed several times, otherwise no one would have been able to hold out.

Fortunately, Xu Wei had already prepared for this, and he divided the recruits in the city into a group of 3,000 people, and took turns to replace the guards on the city wall, and reasonably distributed the battle.

On the first day of the battle, the sun had set, and after dark, Li Zicheng gave the order, Mingjin withdrew the troops, and the rebellious soldiers slowly retreated.