The thief of the fortress dominates the world

Chapter 713 Counterattack
Although the number of artillery equipped by each National Guard division of the Ming Army is half that of a division of the National Defense Army, the total number of artillery of the three divisions has reached hundreds of pieces.

The first attack was about fifty light mortars. These mortars may be reluctant to deal with strong fortifications such as city walls, but they are extremely effective in destroying the enemy's fragile civil fortifications in field battles.

The artillery shells kept falling on the Fusang Army's position, the bombed soil was splashed, and the blood and flesh flew across. The Fusang Army could not raise their heads at all, and could only be beaten passively.

"General, where's our artillery? Why don't we fight back?" A daimyo approached Tokugawa Hidetada angrily and asked.

"Our artillery shells are limited, so we must use them at the most appropriate time. The enemy must also be planning to use the artillery to take the lead. As long as we survive this burst of shelling, the enemy will have insufficient stamina. Then it is time for us to win." Tokugawa Xiuzhong leaned on a samurai sword and said in a deep voice with a confident look.

He did.He spent a lot of money to buy those decommissioned artillery and limited shells from the British, and basically brought them to the Korean battlefield this time.

However, Daming hadn't been completely unified yet, and the troops were stationed everywhere. He absolutely didn't believe that a Liaodong theater would store more shells than his own.Therefore, this idea arises.

This kind of thinking is of course not wrong in terms of general logic, but the army he encountered was not an army that always talked about logic. If he talked about logic, there should be no such army in front of him.

The shells kept falling, and the trenches that the Fusang Army had hastily dug were blown to pieces. Some shells even fell into the crowded trenches and swept across a large area.

Seeing his soldiers dying under the enemy's artillery fire without any ability to resist at all, the daimyo behind Tokugawa Hidetada roared like thunder one by one, yelling and cursing the Ming army on the opposite side.

They are not distressed by the death of these soldiers, but because these soldiers are the foundation of their daimyo.Without soldiers, they would soon be completely annexed by other daimyos or the Tokugawa family.

"General, we must not be beaten like this. The enemy on the opposite side is obviously not as many as us. We can't be passively defensive like this. We have to fight back. With the bravery of our Fusang warriors, we will definitely give these shameless Ming people a deep blow." Lesson."

Daimyo Takeda Dazang from Honshu Island angrily asked for a fight.

The other daimyos were also staring at Tokugawa Hidetada closely.

Tokugawa Hidetada did not give an order immediately, he continued to observe the enemy's artillery fire.He finally found that the enemy's shells seemed to land near his own forward position, and none of them fell into the rear position, let alone threaten his central position.

His heart moved. Could it be that the enemy's weapons are all light artillery?That's why the range is so close.

That being the case, let the idiot Takeda Dazang try it out, maybe he can find out the real firepower of the enemy.

"Takeda, you are a real samurai, so please take your warriors to attack the enemy." Tokugawa Hidetada turned to look at Takeda Daizo, and said loudly in a tone of trust and admiration.

"Your Excellency, General, please wait for the news of our Takeda samurai's victory." Takeda Daizo bowed his head and turned away with high spirits pressing the samurai sword on his waist.

At this time, the artillery fire of the Ming army also gradually slowed down, and finally stopped completely.

The dizzy Fusang soldiers who were blown up turned to the bewildered Fusang soldiers. Many people shook their heads and got out of the mound, looking at the scene around them in surprise—the scattered fortifications, the ubiquitous broken arms and limbs, The soil stained red and black by blood... and a lot of empty space around him.

This scene stunned them, and even created a feeling of surviving after a catastrophe.

They usually call themselves the bravest warriors. Many of them have participated in many battles. They thought they were fearless, but the scene in front of them made them feel weak.

In the first round of shelling, at least more than a thousand Fusang soldiers lost their lives.A big reason for this is that they are completely unprepared to deal with artillery, especially this small artillery that can shoot curvedly.

Crowds of people were blown to death densely in the trenches.

Their originally high morale was greatly weakened after a round of artillery fire from the Ming army. Many people were at a loss and didn't know what to do.

At this time, there was a commotion in the back, and everyone looked back, only to find that it was Takeda Daizo, the daimyo of Kyushu Island, who was preparing to charge with his samurai and soldiers. Many people looked at them in surprise, and their faces began to appear again. That kind of cruel and brave color.

"Killing these damned Ming people will only rely on the advantage of artillery. Now their artillery should be running out of shells, let them see the real power of our Fusang warriors!"

Standing on a mound outside a ditch, Takeda Daizo shouted, brandishing a katana sword, drawing cheers from below.

Amidst these cheers and screams, Takeda Dazang's confidant general led the warriors of the Takeda family and rushed towards the Ming army's position.

Some of them ride horses, some walk, and their costumes are also different. There are soldiers in armor, warriors in common clothes, and even guys in ronin costumes and clogs.

The only thing in common is that they all have fierce and cruel expressions on their faces, and all kinds of strange screams from their mouths.

Seeing the bravery of the comrades, the Fusang soldiers on the ground also made various echoing strange calls, and for a while, it felt like a group of demons howling.

There was no movement in the Ming army's position, as if they hadn't seen the Fusang people rushing over.

Even the ferocious artillery just now didn't fire again, which made the Fusang people even more fearless, showing their ferocity, and charged towards the Ming army's position at a faster speed.

800 meters, no movement.

500 meters, no movement.

300 meters, still no movement.

At about 200 meters, the Fusang warriors rushing to the front could even see the eyebrows and eyes of the soldiers of the Ming army, the flat hats on their heads, and even the nervous expressions of many Ming soldiers. It stimulated them to rush to the Ming army's position.

Finally, gunshots rang out from the Ming army's position, and dense bullets rained down on the Fusang army.

The Fuso samurai who rushed to the front fell down in an instant.

The fearless Fusang people continued to run forward, the ferocious look on their faces became more obvious, and they kept screaming strangely, like a group of wild wolves descending the mountain, not paying attention to the death of their companions at all.

The bullets came continuously, Fusang soldiers kept falling down, but the people behind continued to kill towards the Ming army's position.

At a position of 150 meters, Fusang archers and musketeers also began to counterattack towards the Ming army's position.

It's just that their counterattack is more of a symbolic meaning, because of the range, it didn't cause too much real damage to the Ming army, but at most it caused some weak disturbances among the Ming soldiers in the front line.

Although the Fusang people are not afraid of death, they leave behind many corpses every step of the way.

Finally, when they were about to reach the 100-meter position, the Fusang warriors howled strangely like wolves, and grabbed their weapons to kill the Ming army.

(End of this chapter)