Shakhovsky ran up the city wall and shouted: "What the hell is going on? Where is the sound coming from? ”

Several Cossacks turned and pointed to the river, shouting: "Sir, the voice is coming from the river......"

"Ship...... There's a boat coming......"

There was a sudden anxious shout in the distance, and Shakhovsky hurriedly ran over, and looked in the direction of the fingers of several Cossacks, and saw a vague shadow of a ship slowly sailing out of the mist.

"Ring the bell...... Ring the bell...... The gunner prepares ......"

With Shakhovsky's roar, the broken bell at the head of the city was runged, and the Cossacks in the city suddenly became chaotic, and they all picked up arquebuses and ran to the head of the city, and the gunners also began to load their guns, and there was a great chaos in the city.

The Yeniseisk fortress was in disarray, and both Cossacks and Russian fur merchants took up arms and came to the fortress walls, looking nervously at the river in the distance.

Several light front-loading guns were also loaded, and several gunners were aiming, and torches were lit, ready to fire. The others' arquebuses were also loaded with buckshot, lit the arquebuses, ready to fire.

The entire fortress looked like it was facing a great enemy. It is said that these Maozi should not be like this, after all, except for the Tatars, the other natives of Siberia are basically no threat to them, and even the Tatars are helpless in the face of wooden fortresses.

The main reason why these Maozi are so nervous is because the sound coming from the river is so terrifying.

The violent roar of the steam-powered barges of the river deck barges of the Eastern Army was particularly harsh on the silent Yeseny River in the early morning, as if the gates of hell were about to open, and there was a kind of devil about to appear.

As an inland steam-deck barge gradually emerges from the mist, more and more ships break out of the mist. The loud roar was accompanied by thick clusters of black smoke. It almost obscured the sky, and it really felt like a demon had descended.

Behind each of the river steam deck barges were ten unpowered barges, like long dragons, loaded with supplies from Far Eastern officers and soldiers.

Of course, these unpowered barges and barges from other regions of the Far Eastern Company. It can't be compared at all, and it looks extremely simple.

In order to speed up the construction time and save resources, these barges were spliced together with some newly cut logs, and they were used without even processing the logs.

The connection device is even simpler, as long as it can be firmly towed the barge, it is qualified, just spread a thick layer of planks on the logs, and then go directly into the water.

Each steam deck barge was equipped with a seventy-mm infantry gun. and a twin water-cooled heavy machine gun, and the rest of the space is loaded with coal fuel that has been washed by the soil method.

More than a dozen river steam deck barges, seven or eight hundred meters from the Yeniseisk fortress, formed a column, and then dropped anchor and stopped.

Shakhovsky, on the Yeniseisk Fortress, looked at the ships in the distance in amazement, and his heart was even more shocked.

"Boom ......"

Suddenly, a cannon shot woke him up from his stupor.

It turned out to be a gunner because of nervousness. With a shake of the hand, the goose feather tube was ignited, and the cannon opened fire instantly. Other gunners were also influenced by him. Artillery was fired, but one after another solid shells fell into the Yeseny River on the opposite side.

The firing range of these three-pounder light front-loading guns is four or five hundred meters, and against the indigenous people of various ethnic groups in Siberia, it is an artifact-like existence. But to hit the Far Eastern fleet of seven or eight hundred meters is a fool's dream.

"Bastard...... Whoever told you to launch, hurry up and reload and wait until the ship is close before ......"

Shakhovsky came to the gun emplacement, punched and kicked the gunners. Angrily scolding them to reload immediately. Now the flotilla on the river, full of soldiers, who had to save gunpowder and shells if they wanted to hold the fortress. If the opponent is equipped with heavy artillery, then the Yeniseisk fortress will definitely be more than lucky.

"Attention to the first gun position, attention to the first gun position, the enemy fortress in front, the gauge is XXX, the direction is to the left XXX, the height is +2, the high-explosive grenade, one test shot, ready ...... Put ......"

Following the command of the artillery command group of the No. 1 barge, a violent roar suddenly erupted from the No. 1 gun position, and a cannonball whistled and smashed into the wooden fortress on the opposite shore.

"Boom ......"

A cannon & shell smashed the wooden battle, and the wall made of logs shook violently. Where the shells were hit, the logs were suddenly blown to pieces.

Scattered sawdust and broken wood scattered in all directions, blowing up the hairs on the city wall to cry wolf, several hairs were penetrated by the broken sawdust, and died on the spot in an instant, and many people were blinded by the scattered sawdust and punctured their bodies, and the indirect damage was enough to have dozens of results.

With the adjustment of the artillery observation group, a dozen seventy-millimeter infantry guns on other ships opened fire almost simultaneously.

"Boom...... Boom ......"

One after another, shells were fired at the Yeniseisk fortress, smashing into the wooden wall, the fragile logs collapsed and cracked, and after only a few rounds of shelling, the Yeniseisk fortress group on the opposite side had become unrecognizable.

At this time, the Yeniseisk fortress was filled with terrible screams, howls and shouts, and the walls were completely disorganized, and corpses and wounded were piled up everywhere.

Shakhovsky pushed away a body that had fallen on top of him and struggled to get up from the ground. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, which turned out to be a wooden thorn, which pierced deep into his shoulder, and half of his body was already covered with blood.

"Concealment...... Take cover...... They're going to attack......"

He shouted hoarsely, then picked up an arquebus from the ground, lay down on the nearly collapsed wall, and took cover with several corpses, aiming at the opposite beach.

In the face of such fierce artillery fire from the Far Eastern Army, although the Cossacks on the fortress were full of fear, the blood of the fighting people in their bones was also stimulated, and they all looked for a safe place to hide, preparing to meet the opponent's siege.

In their opinion, although the enemy's artillery was fierce, if they wanted to capture the Yeniseisk fortress, they had to finally land and attack the city. With a few hundred arquebuses and a few light three-pounder guns, as well as a few hundred strong Cossacks, they still had hope of holding the Yeniseisk fortress.

Another violent roar came, and Shakhovsky shouted at the top of his throat: "Shelling...... Shelling...... Beware of concealment...... Beware of the hidden ......"

But this time, the cannonballs flew over were completely different from the previous rounds, no longer smashing into the wooden walls of the fortress, but bursting one after another over the walls of the fortress, like beautiful poppies blooming one after another. (To be continued.) )