When Yuan Chonghuan came to the North City Gate, the flock of Jian slaves had already walked back and forth outside the North City Gate, clearing all the landmines on the front.
Seeing the Jurchen people carrying the injured and dead goats back one by one, Yuan Chonghuan had gained insight. It seemed that Mangguertai hadn't drunk enough horse milk wine, and the alcohol hadn't burned his brain.
"Commander." Du Wenhuan greeted him, "Jiannu is not worried about the casualties of the sheep. It is estimated that within a morning, all the mines outside the city will be eliminated."
"Yeah." Yuan Chonghuan kept his eyes fixed on the sheep under the city. "It seems that Mang Gurtai really intends to attack the North City Gate. When will the artillery be deployed?"
"Commander, the loading and unloading of the artillery is very troublesome, and installation and debugging are required. It is estimated that the installation can only be completed in the afternoon." Du Wenhuan regretted it. He had known that Mangguertai would attack the North City Gate and should move the artillery over earlier. Don't mess around temporarily.
"Wen Huan, after the Jian slaves have cleared the mines, they will definitely attack the North City Gate to make the soldiers speed up. The artillery that is transported first shall be installed first. Don’t be able to use any artillery at that time.” Yuan Chonghuan saw Jian outside the city. There were not many slave soldiers, so I asked the observers next to him: "How many cavalry did Jian slave come?"
"Back to the commander, according to the subordinates' visual observations, there are about two hundred soldiers, but I don't know if there is an ambush nearby."
"Ambush? The outside of the city is unobstructed, and there are our rangers, how can there be ambushes?" Yuan Chonghuan calculated, "It seems that Jiannu will attack the city on a large scale in the afternoon or tomorrow."
"Commander, do you want to fire a few shots with a tiger cannon to delay the establishment of slaves and mine clearance?" Du Wenhuan was still worried that the artillery could not be installed in time.
"Shoot? What is the target? Are these sheep? Jiannuo doesn't care about the casualties of the sheep---they are going to kill the sheep for food."
Du Wenhuan looked down at the city. Only a few soldiers drove the sheep away. Even with the tiger cannon, they might not be able to fight it. Although there were 200 slave cavalry, they were all a thousand steps away. The tiger cannon was enough. No. He could only shook his head and watched the sheep detonate one by one.
The sheep were also frightened by the sound of landmines and the flames, and the sheep continued to escape from the flock, and they were driven back by the soldiers behind.
The large open space outside the north city gate has been repeatedly trampled by the sheep. There should be no landmines, but the sheep has not stepped on it at a distance of a hundred steps from the city wall.
The Ming army gunmen on the front of the city had been prepared for a long time. Once the flock of sheep entered the range of the flintlock, they would shoot and kill the slave soldiers who drove the flock from behind. Without the soldiers' drive and command, the flock would never be able to clear mines. .
Near noon, the flock of sheep finally came down to the city, driven by several slave soldiers.
The gunmen stared at the slave soldiers behind the flock, and the flintlocks had already found their targets.
When the flock just entered a hundred steps away from the city wall, the Jiannu soldiers behind slammed the flock. The flock was frightened. Under the leadership of the first sheep, they were automatically divided into two rows and separated to the left and right along the city wall.
The gunmen at the head of the city were furious: these slaves were cunning enough.
Several gunmen aimed at the slave soldiers behind the flock.
"Bang, bang, bang."
The flintlock bullets whizzed and flew down the city. A slave soldier was shot in the right arm and his whip fell to the ground.
He pulled the rein with his left hand, quickly turned the horse's head, and fled like flying.
The other slave soldiers also dropped their horses' heads and quickly fled the range of the flintlocks, allowing the sheep to trample on the city.
"Commander, Jiannu has also learned to be cunning." Du Wenhuan frowned.
"Wen Huan, do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?" Yuan Chonghuan was calm.
Du Wenhuan's heart was shocked: "The commander said that Jian slaves are also afraid of our firearms?"
"Yeah, Wen Huan, look, Jiannu had encountered Daming's army before, even if they were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, they would never retreat. The current Jianu soldiers know that they are afraid. What exactly is going on?"
"Commander, I understand." Du Wenhuan's brows stretched out, "Daming's new weapons have already created a shadow in the hearts of Jian slave soldiers, so they are afraid..."
Yuan Chonghuan nodded: "The new army of the Ming Dynasty has established a psychological advantage over the establishment of slaves. With the large population and army of the Ming Dynasty, and the strong national strength, the day of completely defeating the establishment of slaves is not far away."
Du Wenhuan thought that after the Ming New Army arrived in Liaodong, they won one after another. In just two months, they had occupied three cities in a row. The red flag inlaid was wiped out, and the Zhenglan flag was also severely damaged. Up to now, as long as there is a chance of war, This is the opportunity for the new army to make merit.
He was full of emotion in his heart, but for a moment he couldn't understand why Daming's army was so strong, was it because of Yuan Chonghuan or Emperor Zhu Youjian
The flocks of sheep under the city were blown away by landmines and fled, but they kept triggering new landmines.
Looking at the casualties of the sheep, Yuan Chonghuan had only a wry smile: "These landmines were originally prepared for the establishment of slaves, but now they are helping them. They eat mutton and don't even need to slaughter the sheep."
Du Wenhuan urged the soldiers transporting the artillery: "Hurry up, hurry up. After building slaves and clearing mines, it's time to attack the city."
"Yes, army seat." The soldier replied, but he didn't even have time to raise his head. Daming's new artillery was too heavy and too difficult to transport. Although the East City Gate was only two miles away from the North City Gate, they have been up until now. Twenty artillery pieces were installed, and five artillery pieces were not delivered, and fifteen pieces of artillery pieces that came over were still not installed.
Yuan Chonghuan was not in a hurry: "Our main weapon to kill the enemy is not artillery, but flintlock. Artillery can only slow down the enemy's speed and increase deterrence. Really killing the enemy is not much."
Du Wenhuan realized from Yuan Chonghuan’s words that fear is also one of the ways to strike at opponents. “Commander, if forty artillery fires in unison, plus a dozen tigers, let alone kill the enemy, the sound can be scared Slave peeing."
Yuan Chonghuan nodded. He came to Liaodong twice and directly fought Jiannu many times. Today, for the first time, he felt that the Jiannu soldiers had already feared Daming.
"Hi, hi!"
The soldiers transporting the artillery made rhythmic sounds. They assisted the horses and transported the last five artillery pieces from the east gate.
The transportation distance is not far, the annoying thing is just loading and unloading.
Five artillery pieces were sent to different locations in the city, waiting to be unloaded.
The ropes around the necks of the twenty war horses were untied. They shook their heads and tails and walked around the city easily.
More than one hundred unloaded soldiers were divided into five groups and stood on either side of the five artillery guns. There are ten soldiers on each side of each artillery. They first remove lighter objects such as barrels and accessories, leaving only the heaviest base on the carriage.
The weight of the base was close to 1,000 kilograms. Twenty soldiers used poles, iron bars and the protruding part of the gun body to carry and carry on their shoulders to prepare.
"One, two, three, get up!" The leading soldier gave an order.
Twenty people worked hard together to lift the base of the artillery and hang it in the air. A soldier on the side quickly reversed the trailer handle and moved the carriage away from under the gun mount.
The two gunners came over, slightly rotated the base suspended in the air, and pointed the front end of the base toward the direction outside the city, "The base is in the right direction. Now slowly lower the base."
Twenty soldiers bent over and bent their backs and slowly lowered the base to the ground. The gunners who had been waiting aside for a long time began to correct the position of the base, fix it on the ground, install the barrel, and debug the artillery.
The sweaty soldiers had no time to eat at all. At noon, there were still two artillery pieces that were not finally installed.
Mang Gurtai has come.
He took the four thousand and five hundred soldiers of the three Jiala from the rear army, plus the remaining 800 cavalrymen from the front army, to the city of Guangning. When attacking the city, whether he can attack or not, he must let the Ming army see the strength of the Jurchen cavalry again. It is best that the Ming army can let Guangning out, and when he returns, he can explain it to Huang Taiji.
Countless siege ladders were piled up in front of Mangultai. These ladders were long and heavy, and the cavalry could not be transported to the city at all. Mangultai ordered the soldiers to dismount and prepare to move forward with the ladder.
Behind the transporters, there were three Mongolian cavalrymen in armor. Manggurtai led only a few hundred soldiers to supervise the battle at the end of the team.
"Commander, Jiannu is ready to attack." The observer saw that Jiannu soldiers had dismounted and were going to lift the siege ladder.
"Shoot the bullets, shoot." After all the forty artillery pieces were installed, Yuan Chonghuan personally gave the order.
"Boom... Long..."
"Boom... Long..."
"Boom... Long..."
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Forty artillery, the first wave of shooting, the targets are all stacked ladders.
Mangguertai had never seen the new artillery of the Ming army, and thought that the artillery of the Ming army was a tiger cannon, with a range of less than a thousand steps.
Several flowering bombs landed directly on the stacked ladder, exploding the ladder above it to pieces, and sawdust flying around. Obviously, many ladders were scrapped.
Several slave soldiers who were about to move the ladder were also blown to the ground, and even a complete body could not be found.
Mang Gurtai was shocked, but he had become accustomed to the "accidents" created by the Ming army, but he was not surprised at all. He quickly woke up from the rumble of cannons: "Quickly, separate the ladder."
One by one, the Jurchen soldiers were stunned by the flowering bullets, and the ear drums were like countless bees singing. They put their little fingers into their ears desperately, hoping to catch these little bees.
The soldiers couldn't hear Mangguertai's words at all. He danced for a while until all the "little bees" in the soldiers' ears flew out, and then he understood what Mangguertai meant.
The soldiers counted people in groups and lifted up heavy ladders. They did not stop and rushed directly down the city.
With such a delay, the second wave of blooming bombs at the top of the city came again.
The first wave of bombardment was of a debugging nature, and the accuracy of the shots was not high. When the second wave of shots was fired, the gunners had adjusted the muzzle, and the accuracy of the artillery was obviously improved.