Just now when the soldiers of the Han army were carrying the ladder to attack the city, Sukhbaru and Wuli stood not far away to watch the battle.
When the artillery on the city’s head fired solid bullets, they were not worried. They saw this type of solid bullets a lot in battles with the Ming army. Although the sound was loud and the lethality was great, the hit rate was not high. Besides, the dead were all Han soldiers, and they would not cherish them at all. Some of the Han people are that if there are not enough Jurchen males, they can find a way to get a strong Han male at any time.
When the Han soldiers were almost all injured in the city, they were shocked. They did not regret the casualties of the Han soldiers, but were shocked by the power of the Ming munitions.
"No, what's going on in Ori? When did the Ming army have such a powerful firearm?" Sukhbaru had to ask his deputy Ori if he didn't understand a lot, because Ori didn't know a lot. I have read a lot of Chinese books, and I have a better understanding of the tricks of the Han people.
But this time Sukhbaru was disappointed. Ori didn't understand what the Ming army musket was. He slowly shook his head: "We should wait for the Han soldiers to come back and ask them again!"
"Erzhen, Zhang Jing, the firearms of the Ming army are so powerful that we can't get close to the city wall at all." The soldiers of the Han army who managed to escape their lives knelt at the feet of Sukhbaru and Wulibu, crying one by one. Like their father died on the battlefield.
"When you passed through the range of the artillery, your loss was not great. Let me talk about what happened under the wall." Sukhbaru can only count on these Han soldiers now. Because of his excitement, he has forgotten. Let these few Han soldiers stand up.
"Well, it's a musket. The Ming army’s musket is too powerful." The soldiers of the Han army thought that Sukhbaru was going to blame them for their incompetence. Sin.
"Muskets? Are all the Ming army muskets?" Ori didn't take Sukhbaru's words. He hadn't seen the Ming army shooting arrows on the city.
"Yes, the Ming army is full of muskets, they did not shoot an arrow." The soldiers of the Han army gave Ori no kowtow again. How they hoped that their loyalty can call Ori no's understanding, at least, Sukhbaru To cure their crime of ineffective warfare, Ori could not say a few good words for them and save their lives.
"Let me ask you, at what distance did you get shot by the Ming army?" Ori never tried to figure out the minds of his subordinates, especially those of the Han army. He was more concerned about how powerful the Ming army's muskets were.
The soldier thought deeply for a while: "Fifty steps, according to the villain's visual observation, it will definitely not exceed fifty steps."
"Fifty steps?" Sukhbaru was overjoyed. It turns out that the Ming Army’s muskets have only fifty steps, which are almost the same as the original firearms. They can also scare the bows and arrows of these Han people, Jurchens and Mongols who can’t shoot arrows. , The range is more than sixty steps, a small number of powerful can shoot up to 70 steps, and some warriors can even shoot up to 80 steps.
Regardless of the range or rate of fire, their bows and arrows surpassed the Ming army's muskets.
The risk brought by the ignorance of the Ming army just now finally passed. Sukhbaru regained his usual confidence and cruelty. He exchanged glances with Oribu, and his tone changed suddenly: "I ask you," Why run away from the battlefield without authorization?"
"Uh, the Ming army’s muskets are too powerful. We have a whole Niu Lu, and only us are left. If we don’t retreat, we must be dead." The Han soldier was terrified. He looked at Wuli No, Wu. Libu looked up to the sky, as if communicating with his shaman.
"Death? Which warrior of the Dajin Kingdom didn't come from death? Just you Han Chinese have a precious life?" Sukhbaru waved to the soldiers, "Come on, drag down these Han Chinese who are greedy for life and fear of death, and sacrifice. Longevity Heaven."
"Yes, that's true."
More than 20 Jurchen soldiers rushed towards the Han soldiers. They worked in pairs and held a Han soldier together. The third soldier drew a scimitar and struggling to chop it off from the back of the Han soldier's neck.
"Click, click..."
The sound of a broken neck bone came out from under the sword of the Jurchen soldier without hesitation, whirled in the air, and soon disappeared.
The first class slipped from the knife edge and slammed heavily on the ground. His desperate eyes were half open. After a few rolls on the ground, the upper and lower eyes and faces were stimulated by the dust and gradually merged together.
Several cavities of blood rose up from the fracture of the neck, mixed with the chill of autumn, and fell quickly, splashing blood on the whole body of the Jurchen soldier.
"Listen," Sukhbaru started the battlefield mobilization again, "If anyone does not listen to orders and escapes on the battlefield without authorization, these Han Chinese are their role models."
"Dajin Kingdom has no warriors to escape." Ori did not raise his right hand and swears to the shaman.
"Dajin Nation has no warriors to escape." Whether it is a Jurchen or a Mongol, at this moment, they are all the warriors of the Dajin Nation, and their neat voices can reach the northern gate of Ningyuan.
"The range of the Ming munitions gun is only fifty steps, which is incomparable to the range of the bows and arrows of the Dajin Kingdom. Two Mongolian Niu Lu and one Jurchen Niu Lu, with a shield, ready to attack the city, three Jurchen Niu Lu, six under the city At ten paces, shoot arrows to the city head to cover the city. Without my order, you can’t take a step back. You must attack the city head at once to destroy the Ming Dynasty Tofu Army.” Sukhbaru issued the final siege order.
Sukhbaru had only six Niu Lu in his hands, but these were all Niu Lu of Jurchen and Mongolia. They were very powerful. In order to capture Ning Yuan at one time, he sent all the soldiers out.
"Brigade, those Han soldiers who ran back were beheaded by Jiannu." The observers had better eyesight, and he clearly saw the Han soldiers beheaded while being held down.
Li Xing nodded, and he saw it too, "These extinct slaves have never treated Han people as human beings. The order will be passed on, and the slaves will be built for a while and they will be targeted and shot at me. We don't want prisoners of war."
"Yes, brigade seat." The soldiers quickly spread Li Xing's words throughout the entire north gate of the city.
"Brigade seat, Jiannu seems to be about to launch an attack." Staff officer Yue Jingsheng also came to the head of the city and stood beside Li Xing.
"The gunner is ready." Li Xing shouted loudly.
"Yes." The gunners replied loudly.
"Brigade, Jiannu has entered the range of the artillery."
"Every gunner, shoot freely at crowded places."
There are more than 600 soldiers in the city. The number is much denser than when the Han soldiers attacked earlier. The more the number, the greater the power of the artillery. Often after a bomb falls on the crowd, the huge kinetic energy of the artillery is not consumed. , Bouncing on the ground, and bumping into other soldiers.
Both the Jurchen and the Mongols held shields, but in front of a solid bullet the size of a grapefruit, the shield was like a thin layer of trousers, which could not offset the energy of the solid bullet.
Slaves continued to fall, and screamed, but they did not care whether the solid bullets above their heads fell on themselves.
The gunners kept adjusting the muzzle, but the hit rate of the solid bullet was too low. When Jian slaves passed through the coverage of the artillery and entered the dead corner of the artillery, there were only dozens of casualties.
"Stop the shelling and prepare the flintlock." The artillery can no longer eliminate Jian slaves, so the task of destroying the slaves was handed over to the flintlocks.
After the artillery breathed, Jian slave accelerated the pace of the march.
"Brigade seat, Jian slave enters a hundred paces range."
"Free shooting, blocking the building of slaves a hundred steps away."
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
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Three hundred flintlock bullets formed a dense firepower net a hundred steps below the city, and the Jian slaves who entered the range fell under the muzzle one after another.
"What's the matter? Doesn't it mean that the range of the munitions gun is only 50 steps? Why did it shoot in 100 steps?" Sukhbaru found that there were too many soldiers under the gun, and asked Ori loudly.
"Uh, really, are those Han Chinese lying to us? These cunning Han dogs." He didn't curse, and he had no good way.
Without Sukhbaru's order to retreat, the soldiers just rushed forward, while the gunmen on the head of the city had already begun the second round of shooting. Jian slaves, who had entered the range, fell under the second wave of guns.
A flintlock bullet hit Jianu's shield and bounced back to Sukhbaru's eyes, almost killing him. Sukhbaru was surprised, "Shield, hurry up, put the shield on your head."
"Boom, boom." More flintlock bullets hit the slave shield and bounced back in unexpected directions. The shield is made of wood and covered with raw cowhide. It is very strong and cannot be penetrated by flintlock bullets.
Protected by the shield, Jiannu again launched a tidal attack on the city wall.
Li Xing also found that the flintlock bullet could not penetrate Jianu's shield, and watched Jianu approach the city wall step by step.
"Avoid the shield and shoot at any exposed part of Jiannu." Li Xing shouted repeatedly, his voice hoarse.
The gunmen adjusted the shooting direction, but the arms, thighs and other parts of Jianu exposed outside the shield were too small, and the shooting effect was still not obvious. After paying a small price, Jianu had entered the range of their bows and arrows. .
Jianu gathered the shields together to form a huge shield. The archer stood behind the shield and began to throw arrows at the city.
The screams of gunmen screamed from the city.
"Retreat quickly and hide behind the parapet wall." Li Xing watched his soldiers keep getting injured, his heart was bleeding.
Jiannu’s archers couldn’t see the city wall. They used the method of projectile shooting. The arrows first shot into the sky and then fell from the sky. Even though the gunmen were hiding behind the parapet wall, many soldiers still shot Jiannu’s arrows. Arrow.
"Withdraw from the city and temporarily retreat to the safety zone behind."
"The brigade seat, you can't retreat, you must build a slave for a while to attack the city." After Yue Jingsheng came to the top of the city, he never left. Li Xing asked the soldiers to retreat, and he was anxious.
Li Xing yelled, "Should the soldiers take arrows at the head of the city for nothing?"
"Brigade, if Jiannu grabs the city head, the soldiers will suffer more casualties." Yue Jingsheng's voice also increased by an octave, but he soon realized that his emotions were a little out of control, so he lowered his voice: "Damn, Why don't we have arrows and shields?"
"Shield?" Li Xing muttered silently. The New Army of the Ming Dynasty relied heavily on firearms, and had completely abandoned bows and shields. He didn't even have any armor on his body. How could there be a shield