When the second wave of blooming bombs flew over, there were still many ladders piled together, blooming bombs exploded unscrupulously in the ladders, and the flying sawdust also penetrated the leather armor of several soldiers.
The flowering bombs are concentrated in this area, not only in the cloud ladder, but also many flowering bombs directly fall into the crowd.
Every blast bomb exploded, and the surrounding five steps were affected. In the explosive center of the blast bomb, no matter it was a war horse or a soldier, there were very few complete corpses.
Wounded soldiers and wounded horses, comparing the size of their respective sounds, rolling, crawling, and screaming soldiers can be seen everywhere. Some soldiers were not injured, but they were scared to cry by the huge explosion of the bombshell and urinated. The urine of a pair of pants.
There was also a soldier who did not have any wounds on his body, but covered his ears with his hands. He plummeted from the horse and rolled on the ground constantly, making a strange cry of "Ah... vomit..." in his mouth.
Mang Gurtai didn't look at the wounded soldier. His eyes were always on the ladder. After two rounds of shooting, the ladder had been damaged more than half, and Mang Gurtai's heart was dripping blood.
Fortunately, the remaining twenty-odd ladders have been removed by the soldiers and will no longer be subject to concentrated shelling.
The speed of the infantry was already slow, and with the heavy lifting ladder, a large swath of it just happened to be the target of the artillery.
"Boom... Long..."
"Boom... Long..."
"Boom... Long..."
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The Tiger Cannon also joined the ranks of shooting, and the target was the soldiers who had entered the firing range and were transporting the siege ladder.
The artillery is a group of five, focusing on one step of the ladder.
The slave soldiers were lifting the ladder, obviously unable to get up quickly, rushing to the city from a thousand steps away, there are at least three waves of shelling time.
"Commander, eight of Jiannu's ladders are intact, and two more waves of shelling will be almost destroyed." Du Wenhuan has been counting Jiannu's ladders.
Yuan Chonghuan hurriedly stopped: "Wen Huan, you can't aim at the ladder, adjust the muzzle and hit the slave cavalry behind! It will be their turn to charge in a while."
"The commander meant..." Du Wenhuan looked at Yuan Chonghuan in amazement. He really didn't understand what Yuan Chonghuan meant, but he still carried out Yuan Chonghuan's order: "All artillery, adjust the muzzle, and the target is the cavalry behind."
"Wen Huan really doesn't understand?" Yuan Chonghuan seemed to smile.
"The commander is going to give Mang Gurtai a chance to attack the city?" Du Wenhuan tentatively.
"Yeah!" Yuan Chonghuan smiled: "Without a ladder, what would Mang Gurtai use to attack the city? Once Mang Gurtai can't attack the city, he must retreat today. When he comes to attack the city next time, I don't know when he will wait. ."
"Commander, my subordinates understand." Du Wenhuan understood it. He shouted to the gunner: "Give me a severe blow to the cavalry of Mangultai, destroy this cavalry, and Guangning will be stable."
"Boom... Long..."
The solid bullet fired by the Tiger Cannon still shot towards the ladder. The range of the solid bullet was not enough to hit the slave cavalry a thousand steps away.
The blooming bombs were aimed at the cavalry behind, and these cavalry were gathered together, and each blooming bomb exploded in the crowd, which would arouse a bloody blossom.
The stumped limbs danced wildly, and the meat flew horizontally, crying and crying.
Mang Gurtai had a gloomy face. He dared not look at the wounded soldiers. From the cries, he could imagine the tragedy of the soldiers and the pain they were suffering.
But Mang Gurtai couldn't help them. In fact, even Mang Gurtai himself was under the threat of a bombshell at any time.
He moved the horse back, hoping to withdraw from the range of Ming Army artillery.
Jia La Erzhengita, who had been following Mang Gurtai, suddenly yelled: "Master Belle, they have entered the blind area of the artillery and are about to rush down to the city."
Mangguertai followed Gita's right hand and looked forward. The Ming Army's Tiger Cannon had stopped firing solid rounds, and only the blooming rounds continued to explode in the cavalry crowd.
The soldiers carrying the eight ladders are already close to the city. If they have a third hand and a fourth hand, they might be able to shoot arrows at the top of the city.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The flintlock fired, and Mang Gurtai's relaxed heart tightened again.
What made him want to cry even more was that the slave-building soldiers who were walking on the left carrying the four ladders immediately fell into a pool of blood. There were no soldiers who got up and escaped. They were obviously dead for three thousand miles.
To Mang Gurtai's comfort, the soldier who was walking on the right carrying the four ladders, faced the bullets whizzing overhead, and leaned the ladder against the city wall.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
As soon as the ladder leaned against the city wall, the bullets on the top of the city became denser. The soldiers who transported the ladder finally completed their mission --- they can smile at Jiuquan.
"Hey!" Mangguertai closed his eyes and turned his head. He gave him a fierce punch on the horse's back. The horse was startled, and his two front legs were suddenly lifted into the air, almost lifting him off the horse's back.
"Gita, the ladder has already leaned on the city wall, immediately take your soldiers and go to attack the city. Whenever you take Guangning, it's up to you."
"Yes, Lord Belle." Gita waved the knife in his right hand and pointed forward. "Brothers, go grab the top of the city."
"Da da da!"
More than 1,200 Jurchen cavalry were fighting for the first place. The messy and dense sound of horseshoes temporarily overshadowed the roar of artillery, and the momentum was very frightening.
"Boom... Long..."
All the bullets were aimed at this cavalry. The gunners were so far away that they could not feel the deterrence of the Jurchen cavalry.
The bravery of the Jurchen cavalry is not a blow. Amidst the screams of their companions and the roar of artillery, these cavalry without any protective ability just went forward bravely. There will be a little hesitation.
One after another, along the trajectory of the parabola, one after another fell into the crowd of Jurchen cavalry.
The Jurchen Cavalry didn't have any bullets in their eyes.
No matter where the flower bullets fall, and no matter what losses the flower bullets cause, as long as it does not affect the advancement, the cavalry will never squint, and their eyes will always be forward.
The artillery of the Ming Army kept lowering the muzzle and reducing the range. Although the cavalry was slowed down when the bomb exploded, the bomb shot only three waves and they entered the blind zone of the artillery.
There were not many Jurchen cavalry who died directly from the artillery fire, but a hundred and ten, and more casualties were not because of the explosion of the bomb, but because of the trampling of horses.
Once a cavalryman falls from a horse due to injury or collision, it is seldom spared. High-speed cavalry, when they encounter wounded soldiers and horses ahead, they will avoid the horses in order to prevent new collisions. They directly ignore the wounded soldiers on the ground.
In the eyes of the cavalry, the soldiers who fell on the horse were not wounded. They lost the ability to fight and were dead.
After entering the blind zone of the artillery, Gita slightly adjusted the formation. Without the explosion of the bomb, they were temporarily safe. He took a visual inspection and found that there were less than a thousand cavalry on horseback.
With the addition of the soldiers transporting the ladder, could it be said that in such a short time, cavalry casualties exceeded 500
Gita looked back and saw that the place where the horse had hit, there were only broken corpses, no wounded soldiers called - even if there were wounded soldiers, they were unable to call.
Gita didn't know the specific number of casualties. His soldiers passed through the artillery blockade and now they have entered the city. He has no reason to retreat unless he waits for the others to laugh.
There are four ladders on the right front, all of which are leaning against the city wall. As long as the height of the upper edge is slightly adjusted, they can be used to attack the city.
Gita arranged the soldiers into four teams and rushed to the four ladders respectively.
The Jurchen Cavalry did not raise their heads. Before entering the range of the bow and arrow, they had to increase their speed and shorten the time as much as possible.
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
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The flintlock fired again, and the dense firepower net was thrilling.
The Jurchen Cavalry was a four-column soldier who entered the range of the flintlock, but hundreds of people, and the Ming army gunmen on the head of the city fired a thousand bullets, and all the gunmen in the first row shot.
Soldiers with several bullets abound, one by one, they were carried down from horseback.
Some horses were also seriously injured and fell directly on the way the soldiers were advancing. The uninjured horses were disturbed by the sound of gunshots and frightened from time to time. Because they lost their master's instructions, they wandered blankly on the battlefield.
The horses blocked the cavalry behind, and these unowned war horses collided with the cavalry coming from behind.
The cavalry suddenly fell into chaos, and Gitta, who was following the back of the team, was also dumbfounded.
There were more than a hundred cavalrymen who fell directly under the flintlocks, and dozens of them fell after the collision.
"Go around these horses, hurry up." Geeta finally woke up, and he called from behind.
The four rows of cavalry changed directions, avoiding the horses and various corpses in the front, but the scurrying horses still stopped them slightly.
The slower the cavalry's speed, the easier it is to become a target for flintlock rifles.
Now there are three rows of gunmen on the front of the city, each with a row of 1,000 people, and a row of gunmen will fire a thousand bullets. The hundreds of cavalry who are gradually entering range have no chance to avoid the bullets.
It was another cycle. More than a hundred cavalrymen were shot and dozens of cavalrymen were knocked over by messy horses.
The road leading to the ladder was once again blocked by the frightened war horse.
Their favorite war horse has now become a burden to their siege. Gita is furious: "Dismount all horses, drive away the horses in front, and run towards the ladder."
The remaining six or seven hundred Jurchen cavalry immediately rolled off their saddles and dismounted their horses. They raised their whips and slammed the unowned horse in front of them. The horses were in pain and evaded to both sides of the road one after another, completely giving up the road in the middle.
Du Wenhuan on the city’s head was overjoyed. Jiannu dismounted and became an infantryman. He has lost the speed advantage of cavalry. Not only is the flintlock easier to aim, but Jiannu finds that the situation is wrong, and it is difficult to break through the firepower of the flintlock when trying to escape blockade.
He immediately ordered the gunman on the front of the city: "Now that the slaves are all infantry, don't worry, put it to seventy steps and then fight."
The gunmen who had not fired all held their flintlocks and aimed at the chaotic Jian slave soldiers under the city. They waited quietly for orders; the gunmen who had already fired were busy loading ammunition, ready to re-aim and shoot.