Nanming Engineer

Chapter 443
In a daze, Bai Guangen saw the black muzzles of iron cannons protruding from the reserved holes in the low wall in front of him. The muzzles were smooth and bright, emitting the unique blue luster of fine iron. It was obvious that these cannons were built not long ago and were very well maintained.

Someone was shouting something with a loud voice behind the low wall. Even though it was a little far away, it fell into Bai Guangen's ears without any hindrance.

He heard someone yelling, "Fire, fire, fuck the fuck!"

About to fire?But it's raining, how can we fire the cannon?Wouldn't gunpowder get wet?
Bai Guangen became curious and wanted to poke his head out to take a look, but as soon as his head was exposed, an arrow flew over and pierced into the wooden frame of the shield in front of his mouth, penetrating three points, causing him to shrink back immediately in fright.

The hoofbeats of the Mongolian cavalry behind them were getting closer and louder. Without looking back, Bai Guangen could hear that a large number of cavalry had already crossed the first line of the Ming army from more than a dozen crude bridges filled with shield carts. The first ditch is heading straight for the second ditch.With the efforts of the Han army, the second trench was also filled with several places where horses can pass. Following the roads filled by the Han army with their lives, the Mongolian cavalry can directly attack the seemingly vulnerable short wall.

The horse in the front may be a few feet behind Bai Guangen.

Indeed, Li Tingyu hid behind the low wall, leaning against the wooden fence, squinting at the figure of people and horses that rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.

The horse is a strong Mongolian horse. Although it is not as tall and burly as the Ili horse, it is still an excellent horse breed. It has a balanced ability to run long distances and sprint short distances. The horse's mane is fine and smooth, and its tail is elegant and shiny. Even the horse's hooves, All are thick and powerful.

The man on the horse is strong and flexible. The iron armor is obviously stripped from a certain Han man. He has not even changed the conspicuous red interlining of the Ming army on his shoulders. As for the helmet, it is an eight-petal iron helmet made by the Ming army. , a touch of red tassel fluttering in the wind, if it is not for the wide forehead and details of the person wearing it, with the eye-catching grassland race mark, people will think that this is a veteran of the Han people in the Central Plains.

Under the iron helmet with a wide forehead, the man danced a shining steel knife. The blade was excellent, sharp, the handle could be held with both hands, the blade was broad, and the back was sorghum thick. This man could cut wood as thick as a bowl with one strike.

In fact, the Mongolian soldier thought so too. He kicked and beat the horse’s belly, galloped the horse, focused his attention on the wooden fence erected on the low wall, cut it with a knife, and rushed in to chop melons and vegetables, even though in the process The eyes of the Mongolian soldiers met Li Tingyu by chance, but they couldn't stop him.

Under the ferocious eyes of the Mongolian soldiers, Li Tingyu smiled again. If Bai Guangen could see his smile the first two times, he would definitely feel a chill from the bottom of his heart, because every time this slightly obscene smile appeared, he would Bringing life-destroying explosions.

Compared with the previous two times, this time it was a little more flat.

Li Tingyu slightly adjusted the muzzle of the small Fran machine gun aimed at the Mongolian soldiers rushing in the front, and then waved his hand to fire.

A small iron bullet weighing one catty roared out of the muzzle, and charged forward with the smell of gunpowder. The thick armor and tough muscles were torn apart like air in the face of speed and quality. The iron bullet was not big, and even an adult The fist of the horse is incomparable, but it penetrates from a little below the neck of the horse, advances all the way through the blood and flesh meridians, shoots directly into the stomach of the Mongolian soldier, and pierces through the back while flying flesh and blood, flying to the vast wilderness behind. There are four holes left for one man and one horse.

The healthy horse continued to castrate, ran a few steps, fell to the ground with a groan, and slid a few feet in the mud. The knight fell off the horse, and his head rested in the mud less than three feet away from Bai Guangen. , a pair of eyes still stared round, as if he couldn't believe what happened to him.

When the iron bullets were still bouncing in the cavalry formation, Li Tingyu stood up, pushed away the shield above his head, with a few arrows thrown by the Mongols inserted into the shield, and picked up the long spear that was on the ground .

"Keep fighting, I'm right by your side." He patted the gunner on the shoulder and said solemnly. The gunner nodded, picked up a sub-barrel and put it into the tail end of the Fran's cannon, squatted down and aimed carefully.

Li Tingyu picked up the long spear, took a horse stance, stabbed the iron ring at the end of the gun into the ground fiercely, firmly grasped the body of the gun, and stretched the sharp tip of the gun out of the wooden fence for nearly a foot.

"According to the shield, raise the gun!" He roared, the sound waves vibrating in the rain, deafening: "Show the son of a bitch Tartars, our Kuizhou army is powerful!"

"Kill!" Everyone shouted in unison in the drizzle, and the wave-like long spears stood up one after another. The tip is like a shooting star piercing the sky. When shaking, the raindrops splash and the water splashes.

The people in the back were shielded high above the spearman's head, and the people in the back were all mountain-destroying crossbows and bird gunners holding crescent axes. The bird guns in the rain are not conducive to firing, so they replaced them. Crescent Axe.

The rebels looked at the Kuizhou army around them with envious eyes. Being in it, their timidity when facing the Qing army disappeared inexplicably, as if it had never existed before.The calm and resolute faces of the white armored soldiers seemed as if they were participating in a parade rather than a life-and-death battle. ,

Ma Qijin spit out the grass in his mouth, glanced at the nervous rebels beside him, and pursed his lips: "Don't be afraid! There are so many people, it's difficult to hit you. Just stop and raise the gun, yes, that's it!" Don’t move your feet, the horse’s steps are tightened! Kick on the ground, you will have your own people behind you, don’t be afraid!”

His position was in the second row of spear array, and the spear in his hand was resting on the shoulders of the first row of soldiers.

The French cannon continued to spray fire and iron, and the small iron bullets were flying in the air and bouncing on the ground. The mud hindered their jumping, and they often got stuck in the mud after just a few jumps. This was a huge disaster. Saved the lives of Mongolian soldiers.

In the distance, Dorgon frowned slightly as he looked at the war-filled wall.

"The Ming army can fire, this time it's not thunder." He asked, "Why?"

Sun Long left, and the few generals of the Han army who stayed here were watched by everyone. The bannermen and Mongols did not know how to use firearms, and they were the only ones who could answer.

A few people hesitated, and one of them said: "Returning to the prince, the small Fran cannon used by the Ming army is not a front-loading ammunition, but a breech-loading barrel, and the gunpowder is loaded in the barrel. Relatively small, as long as there is a little shelter, it can be cast in this kind of light rain."

Dorgon understood, and his brows stretched: "It seems that this is Wang Huan's last resort. The drumbeat has been stepped up, so that the cavalry should pay attention, and be sure to clear the pass and get ready for the attack!"

The drum beats became denser immediately, and "thump, boom, boom" fell to the ground like hailstones, aggravating the already extremely tense atmosphere.

The shouts of killing became louder. If the Qing army was fighting with firearms in the first battle, then the real fighting began at this moment.

(End of this chapter)