"Where, where, the commander, the First Army, they are all your subordinates, the palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are all flesh, and all the soldiers obey your orders."
"Haha, you..." Yuan Chonghuan pointed to Du Wenhuan, not knowing what to say for a while.
"Haha, haha..." Du Wenhuan also smiled, with some expectation.
"Wen Huan, if you know you can’t stay free, you first think about how we cross the Sancha River! Today, the Red Army and I went to the Sancha River to take a look. Although the river is not flowing fast, the river surface is very wide. I’m afraid of artillery. Can't hit the other side."
Du Wenhuan took a sip of tea and said unhurriedly: "What else can I do to cross the river? First clean up the slaves in Sanchahebao, and then build a floating bridge!"
Yuan Chonghuan smiled and shook his head, and blinked at Du Wenhuan: "What if we build slaves on the other side? Dorgon has the courage and plan, won't we let us cross the Sancha River?"
Du Wenhuan smiled slightly: "The commander is scared?"
"Afraid? I'm just worried that the brothers will have casualties." Yuan Chonghuan immediately widened his eyes, wishing to build a pontoon now and attack the east bank of Sancha River.
"Commander, how can there be no casualties in a war?" Du Wenhuan looked closely at Yuan Chonghuan. Sometimes, he felt that Yuan Chonghuan was a very good commander. Sometimes he felt that Yuan Chonghuan was too bookish and lacking in cruelty, and was particularly worried about wounding soldiers. casualties.
Yuan Chonghuan said slowly: "What is good, but we must plan early to minimize unnecessary casualties. Your Majesty has spent a lot of money and made so many firearms in order to save the brothers' pensions."
"Well," Du Wenhuan was lost in thought, partly because of Yuan Chonghuan's words, and partly to cross the Sancha River, but for a while, he didn't have an idea, "What is a good way for the commander?"
Yuan Chonghuan shook his head, "I just can't help but come to discuss with you."
Du Wenhuan's eyes flashed suddenly: "Can we go north and cross over from the Great Wall of Liaodong?"
Yuan Chonghuan smiled and shook his head: "Wen Huan, the Great Wall of Liaodong is built on the lofty mountains. Jiannus used to live in the Changbai Mountains. They are much better than us. They can't make it, can we make it?"
Du Wenhuan thinks about it, too, the Ming army still has a lot of artillery, food and grass, it is not realistic to cross the Great Wall of Liaodong, "Commander, the North Sea Fleet should have entered Liaonan long ago? Or, borrow their ships to get us there
Yuan Chonghuan still disagrees: "I received a message from the North Sea Fleet yesterday. They have only now entered the Beixun port. They are also fighting hard in the face of the blue flag inlaid with the slaves. If you don't have a last resort, don't bother them," he started. The teacup, his eyes seemed to fall on the tea in the cup, and he didn't seem to look at anything. "The Marine Corps has only 30,000 people and has no artillery at all, but they have to face the entire blue flag. Their mission is not light. !"
"Well," Du Wenhuan nodded slightly, "Commander, the only way to attack Sancha River is to attack Sancha River. The total length of Sancha River is nearly two hundred miles. I don't believe that Dorgon can fortify the whole line."
"When Sanchahe Fort is laid down, let's try again!"
"Boom... Long..."
"Boom... Long..."
"Boom... Long..."
…
The earth shook violently, and Du Wenhuan was taken aback: "Has the first division started to attack?"
"should be."
The rumble of artillery was precisely Li Hongjun’s shelling of Sanchahe Fort. However, at the beginning, the bomb did not fall in the fort, but in the Sancha River to the east of Sanchahe Fort.
The Jurchen soldier hidden by the earth wall was amused: "The artillery of the Ming army is really inferior to one generation. Are they fried fish?"
"Could it be that the Ming Army's food and grass can't keep up?"
"Haha, haha..."
Soon, they couldn't laugh anymore. They found through the gate of the village that the target of the bombshell was the pontoon bridge over the Sancha River.
"No, the Ming Army is breaking our way of retreat!"
"Hurry up and report the truth."
"Should we retreat?"
The Jurchen soldiers hesitated. If they retreat now, some soldiers will certainly be able to retreat to the east bank of Sancha River. But then, Sanchahe Fort will be handed over to the Ming army, and they will flee without a fight and become a battlefield. Deserters; if they don't retreat now, if Sanchahe Fort can't be guarded, they will have no place to bury them.
"Eh Zhen, yes, let's report E Zhen and see what E Zhen says."
Several Jurchen soldiers retreated to the center of Sanchahe Fort, where their big tent was located.
Their forehead is really not embarrassing, the Ming army's flower bullet has already chosen for him.
After two rounds of shelling, the only floating bridge on the Sancha River was blown to pieces. Not to mention people, even ants could not get through.
A red firework rushed high into the sky on the east side of Sanchahe Fort. The dazzling brilliance stabbed the Jurchen soldiers in the fort and couldn't even open their eyes.
"Okay, the pontoon has been blown up. Adjust the muzzle and aim it at the fort." Li Hongjun was overjoyed when he saw the fireworks rise. This is the morning he and Yuan Chonghuan discussed together. Once the return of the slave building is broken, the slave will be established. Trapped in the fort, shoot with full-coverage bullets.
In front of the bomb, the Jurchen soldiers had no choice.
Except for running around in the city, they had nowhere to go. The earth wall blocked the Ming army and blocked their escape.
Sanchahe Fort is already a Jedi.
Flowering bombs from far to near bombed every corner of the fort in turn.
In Sanchahe Fort, whether it was a thatched cottage with earthen walls or a Jurchen tent, they were all destroyed by the bomb.
The flowering bomb ploughed Sanchahebao once, and the current Sanchahebao is like a person who has bathed in a soup pot, almost incomplete.
Unless the Jurchen soldiers are too lucky, they happen to hide between two rows of bombshells.
What Li Hongjun was worried about was the area between the two rows of bombs. If the slaves found a pattern and had been active in this area, they might have escaped the attack of the bombs.
"Free shelling, five shells per shot."
Now the Ming Army’s blooming bombs have no regularity in their drop points. If they can avoid two rounds of blooming bombs, then the luck of the Jurchen soldiers is so good that they can almost buy the Mark Six lottery.
"Lower the muzzle, concentrate firepower, and destroy the earth wall to the west."
All forty artillery guns locked their targets on the earth wall. Although some of the shots missed the target, the earth wall still could not withstand a round of shots.
The gunmen of the First Division were already ready to move, and it was time for them to play.
"The first division attacked and informed the second division to be prepared to guard against the remaining slave soldiers and escape from Dongzhaimen." Li Hongjun stared at the mutilated soil wall, not knowing how many uninjured buildings remained in the fort. Slave soldiers.
However, Li Hongjun didn't worry, since there were only more than a thousand people who built slaves, he was hit hard by the bomb. Even if there are soldiers who can fight, it is estimated that the three souls have lost two and a half souls, and the combat effectiveness will not be much stronger.
The soldiers of the First Division, holding their flintlocks, ran quickly towards the fracture of the earth wall. When they approached the fracture, they slowed down, bent their legs, and slowly pushed over.
There was no abnormal movement inside the earth wall.
The three soldiers in the front suddenly jumped up. They held the fracture with their left hand, and hugged the flintlock with their right hand. Their feet were in the air. They had already crossed the earth wall and landed in the fort lightly.
The moment the three of them landed, their hands had their flintlocks in their hands, and they scanned the surroundings vigilantly.
There were fireworks everywhere in the earth wall, and when the pine wood burned, there was a slight blasting sound. Within the line of sight, several tents were burned, and the open flames illuminated the nearby areas clearly.
Except for the corpse, there was no one around.
The soldier at the back gave a signal of safety with his hand.
The soldiers outside the soil wall also crossed the soil wall and entered the fort in the same way. They first established a crescent-shaped defensive formation inside the fort.
More and more soldiers entered the fort, the crescent shape became thicker and thicker, and it continued to move forward.
"Bang, bang."
A Jurchen wounded soldier rolled on the ground. The Ming army didn't know where he was injured, or he was not injured at all. He just wanted to fool the Ming army. The gunmen simply gave him two shots without saying anything.
The eyes of the Jurchen soldier suddenly disappeared, his head tilted, his lips were on the back of his hand, and he fell to the ground motionless. It would be impossible to pretend to be dead.
Sporadic gunshots continued to be heard outside the fort, and occasionally one or two screams were heard. If it was a dark night, it would be quite crippling.
Li Hongjun has been listening to gunshots, but there have not been intensive gunshots in the fort.
"Aren't there more than a thousand slave-building soldiers in the fort? How come there are no fierce battles? Is it possible that all the slave-builders are dead or escaped?"
He looked to the left and right, the cavalry of the Second Division was still sitting on the horse, and had no intention of fighting at all. It seemed that Jiannu hadn't escaped yet.
Then there is only one explanation: most of the soldiers who built slaves were already dead, and died under the sudden emergence of a blooming bullet.
Can artillery destroy the soldiers who built slaves on a large scale
Li Hongjun is overjoyed. It seems that artillery will become the main firearm for destroying the enemy on the battlefield in the future.
When dusk was approaching, the sound of flintlock guns stopped completely.
A team of soldiers opened the Xizhai Gate. When they came out, many people were running and bending over, as if spitting sideways, "Master, we have searched the fort three times, no more... wow... no more... There are no living slave soldiers... Wow... Wow... "
Li Hongjun frowned: "What the hell is going on? What's wrong with you?"
"Master," another soldier who did not vomit then replied, "Jiannu soldiers were bombed with artillery... they were all dead. Some of them lacked legs, some lacked arms, some lacked ears, and some even had missing legs. The male roots are all exploded, Master, you haven’t seen it, it’s too bloody, too cruel, too horrible... Many brothers vomited while cleaning up Jian slave’s body."
"Oh?" Li Hongjun was happy. This is the battlefield. The more bloody it is, the more it boosts the soldiers. Now although the soldiers are vomiting, as long as they pass this period of time, one by one will quickly grow into qualified soldiers." Is it really so powerful? Let me see."
"Master, don't look, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat dinner after watching it."
"How come? We are all soldiers. Casualties on the battlefield are the most normal thing." Li Hongjun is not a believer in evil. He wants to see with his own eyes how terrifying the bombshell is.
"Master, don't..." The soldier opened his hands and stopped in front of Li Hongjun.
"Don't stop me, soldier, will you be frightened by a corpse?" Li Hongjun gently pushed the soldier away, he swaggered towards the Xizhai Gate.