The soldier was like a block of dirt on a shovel. As the shovel was moving forward at high speed, the shovel suddenly stopped moving, and the block of dirt was thrown far forward.
He rolled twice in the air, and then landed on his shoulders, and with a "click", his shoulder blades were broken, but the forward castration of his body was not reduced.
He rolled on the ground like a mine-rolling machine until it triggered a mine.
The part that triggered the mine was his lower abdomen. The gunpowder exploded, and all the flesh of his lower abdomen and the belt were wiped away. The white intestines leaked out, dust and grass blades on the ground.
He finally let out a scream, and then lay on the ground, motionless, looking at the sky blankly.
Gita didn't know exactly what happened, but the injury of the hapless soldier was a certainty. He called a soldier and said, "Go and see what happened to his injury."
The soldiers dismounted and ran to the hapless soldier.
"Uh really, all his factory intestines leaked out, he should live..."
Ji Ta's mind was momentarily stunned: "How did he get hurt? I didn't see the Ming army firing a cannon either!"
"Er Zhen, there are two holes in the ground, and the explosion should have come from the ground." The soldiers obviously saw the burnt marks on the ground.
"Underground? Did the Ming army bury the shells underground in advance?" Gita didn't understand why the explosion came from the underground. He jumped off the horse and came to the soldier in person, carefully examining the two blackened craters.
The wounded soldier wailed feebly, but his body remained motionless.
Geeta saw that the white intestines had come out of his chest, stained with mud and blood, and knew that he would not be able to survive, so let him suffer less pain. He gestured to the soldier: "Let him return to Changshengtian's side quickly!"
The soldier nodded, slowly drew the scimitar from his waist, and accurately pierced the wounded soldier's chest.
"Ah..." The wounded soldier exhausted all his strength and made the last voice of his life.
"Bring the corpse and return to the camp." Gita turned around blankly and stepped on his horse. He wanted to report the situation to Mang Gurtai quickly.
Mang Gurtai was binging on the kummies in the big tent. When Ji Ta came back, he squinted his eyes: "Ji Ta, how is the situation outside the north gate? Are there any Ming stragglers?"
"Master Belle, the soldiers did not meet Daming's skirmishers. There is no way to hide soldiers there. But... But..." Ji Ta said hesitated more and more. He really didn't know how to use words to describe the bomb crater on the ground.
"Gita, you are a straightforward man, how come you become like a Han Chinese mother-in-law?" Mang Gurtai was still drinking his horse milk wine.
"Master Belle, there was an explosion underground and one of my soldiers died." Gitta finally expressed his meaning accurately.
"Underground? Explosion?" Mangultai's heart tightened. "What the hell is going on? How did your soldiers die?"
"Damn the Ming army, it must be hiding the shells underground." Ji Ta reported what happened outside the city to Mang Gurtai, "At that time, the soldiers outside the city didn't have the Ming army, and they didn't see them firing, so... So... Subordinates believe that the explosion came from underground."
Mangguertai squinted his eyes and stopped in the air with his right hand holding the milk wine bag. He thought of Shi Geli's death: Did the Ming army bury a lot of mines outside the city
"Master Belle, have the Ming army buried artillery shells underground before?" Gita still knelt in front of Manggurtai.
"Get up, Gita." Mangguertai regained his senses. "The Ming army did use it, but the ones buried in the ground are not called artillery shells, but landmines."
"A landmine? What is a landmine?" Geeta stood up and waved off the dust on her knees.
"Similar to a cannonball, specially buried underground." Manggurtai shook his head slightly, "It seems that we will not be able to attack the city tomorrow morning."
Gita still didn't understand: "Master Belle, how do we get around these mines? Is there no way to deal with Ming army mines?"
"How?" Mang Gurtai's open mouth had forgotten to close it, "Let me think about it, let's talk about it tomorrow!"
"Yes, Lord Belle." Gita said goodbye to Mang Gultay. It was the first time he heard the name of a landmine, and he had no way and experience to deal with landmines, so let Lord Belle think slowly.
Mang Gurtai was pacing around in the big tent, except that the mare's milk wine in the bag gradually decreased, he did not find any way to deal with the landmines.
"Master Belle, you have already drunk a lot of mare's milk wine, and eat a piece of mutton to press the bar!" The soldier handed a piece of hot cooked mutton to Mangguertai's hand.
"Sheep-------meat?" Mangguertai soldier did not expect to be as usual, gnawing the cooked mutton, he was in a daze at the mutton in his hand.
"What's the matter? Lord Belle, the lamb is just hot, and it's suitable for drinking." The soldiers didn't know what Mangguertai was stunned.
"Yes." Mang Gurtai grinned suddenly, "Boy, you really figured out a good way for the master."
"Master Baylor?" The soldier was confused.
Mang Gurtai took another sip of mare's milk wine, "You don't need to understand, you can see it tomorrow morning."
The soldiers scratched the braids behind their heads, and stepped back in a whisper.
In the early morning, the sun has broken free from the fetters of the horizon and quickly passed the treetops. The morning glow trailing behind her indicates another fine weather. The sun and moon flags are floating in the cool breeze. Although it is still late autumn, the breeze blows all over It's cold, like winter in Guannei.
The soldiers of the Ming Army on the front of the city rubbed their hands. The dry and cold weather made them feel very uncomfortable. Fortunately, they were originally from Beizhili, and their ability to withstand the cold was good.
Du Wenhuan came to the North City Gate early in the morning. Yesterday the soldiers guarding the city told him that Jiannu's cavalry patrolled the North City Gate. He had a foreboding that the North City Gate might become the focus of Jiannu's attack, so he came early in the morning. To the north gate.
"Brothers have worked hard!"
"Serving Daming, no matter how painful you are, you won't be tired!" The soldiers replied sonorously, not like the cold wind blowing in the middle of the night.
Du Wenhuan is happy, the slogan can really inspire the military, "Brothers, there is some cold wind on the city, are you cold?"
"Serve Daming, don't be afraid no matter how cold it is!"
Du Wenhuan is also very emotional: "After this battle, it is time to build slaves. As long as Guangning is stable, and the rest of the battle will be fought again next spring, brothers can have a comfortable winter."
"Military seat, Jian slaves are here!" A soldier pointed to the northeast.
Du Wenhuan followed the soldier's finger to see that the shadow of a group of cavalry appeared in the thin morning light. There would not be so many stragglers in the Ming army, they must be the cavalry that built slaves.
"Does Jianu really want to attack the North City Gate? The artillery is all placed at the East City Gate!" Du Wenhuan muttered to himself, "Does Jianu really use human lives to clear mines?"
"Military seat, isn't Jian Slave really afraid of our landmines?"
Du Wenhuan suddenly realized that even if the slaves attack the city from the north gate, they must first destroy the underground mines. Perhaps they will make a fake action and pretend to attack the north gate. In fact, they may attack other city gates.
"Be vigilant and carefully observe the movement of building slaves."
"Military seat, why is Jiannu's marching speed so slow? This is not like the speed of a cavalry at all, it is even slower than an infantry. It has only moved such a short distance until now." The observer suddenly reminded Du Wenhuan.
"Slow?" Du Wenhuan put his hand lids up and looked to the northeast. The cavalry who built slaves were like tourists traveling in mountains and rivers, moving at a speed comparable to a snail, and there was no dust in the sky.
Du Wenhuan was stunned: What happened to Jiannu today? Is it because you are afraid of raising dust and exposing your whereabouts? No, there is an endless plain in the northeast. How could it be possible to hide whereabouts in this broad daylight
Why is that
artillery? Did Jian slave bring artillery? Using artillery to attack and defend the city, but the Ming army’s habitual tactics, has it also learned how to build slaves
Jiannu's cavalry stopped a thousand steps away. This was the range limit of the Tiger Cannon.
The cavalry in front suddenly separated to the two sides, giving way to the middle road.
Large swaths of white, mixed with scattered blacks, slowly moved forward from behind the cavalry.
"Military seat, what did Jianu drive the sheep to do?"
"Is it to surrender?"
"Can these live sheep earn their lives?"
…
Du Wenhuan shook his head. Until now, there has been no surrendering to build slaves. They have not lost their psychological advantage over the Ming army, let alone resisting the will. There is still a long way to go if you want to completely defeat Jian slaves mentally. To go.
Du Wenhuan tried to break his head but didn't understand why Jiannu sent the flock to the battlefield. Are they ready for a long war with the Ming army? These flocks are their food
If it is used as food, it can be placed in their big account, and there is no need to take it to the battlefield to show off.
The sheep are moving forward in a straight line, approaching the North City Gate step by step.
"Boom."
A landmine was triggered by the head of the flock.
The head sheep was lifted into the sky by the heat wave, turned over in the air, and fell heavily to the ground. He uttered "Mimi" desperately, struggling with his hind legs, trying to stand up, but finally unsuccessful, he had to lie on the ground, looking around, his eyes were moist.
"No, to build a slave with the flock of mines." Du Wenhuan finally understood, "Go and tell the commander."
"Yes, army seat." The soldier shook his hand and ran away quickly.
"It seems that Jiannu is determined to attack the North City Gate," Du Wenhuan narrowed his eyes and called another soldier: "Tell my brothers to immediately transport all the artillery from the East City Gate to the North City Gate. "
Some of the manpower transporting the artillery was that the entire Sixth Division was resting, but the artillery was too heavy. One artillery, weighing a thousand jin, had to be transported by carriage, so getting in and out of the car was very inconvenient.
Fortunately, the East City Gate is not far from the North City Gate, only a little more than two miles. Basically, it is just a matter of lifting and unloading. However, after the artillery reaches the North City Gate, installation and debugging are required, which will also delay a lot of time.
The first batch of five artillery pieces had just arrived at the North City Gate, and Jiannu had already driven the flock to a place a hundred steps away from the city. But Jiannu was afraid of the flintlocks of the Ming army, and did not get too close to the city.
Yuan Chonghuan heard that Jiannu used flocks to mine mines, he couldn’t help but sneered: “I’ve never heard of people using flocks to mine mines, and I’m also thankful that Gurtai can come up with such a peculiar method. Go, take a look, take a look. Has Jianu's flock cooked yet."