Nanming Engineer

Chapter 407 Shelling
Kaerchuhunfan's habit of charging ahead saved his life. The iron bullet closest to him rolled past less than two feet behind him, and the heat flow, like a gushing magma, hit him directly. His spine, when he looked back in astonishment, all he saw were corpses and the screams of the wounded.

The cavalry formation, which had maintained a compact sprinting formation just now, and the distance between them was no more than two arms wide, has now disintegrated. The frightened horses are jumping and running around, and the knights on the horses are trying their best to comfort them, but with little effect. All of a sudden, more than 5000 cavalry were in a mess.

Kaer Chuhun turned his head in amazement and looked towards the Ming army. His mount was also startled by the shelling, but he was so strong that he reined in a few times and controlled the mount.

The artillerymen on the left wing of the Ming army nearby were looking at him nervously, as if they were wary of whether the Mongolian soldiers would soon recover from the shock and chaos; while in the distance, on the other side of the battlefield, the right wing of the Ming army The gunners were busy shouting and watching the action, and the next round of shelling was about to begin.

Kaerchuhun's heart was trembling. In the previous round, the Mongolian cavalrymen behind them were shot with more than ten bloody human flesh ballistics. At least nearly a hundred people were killed on the spot, and many more were injured. What's more terrible is the psychological pressure caused invisibly. When fighting against each other, if the opponent can beat you, but you can't cut the opponent, whoever meets him will collapse in this battle.

"Come here!" Ka Erchu roared like crazy, and raised the sharp long knife in his hand: "Follow me, the Ming army cannons will take a long time to fire, let's rush over, and the Nanman will be slaughtered by us as soon as we get close! "

"Hooha!" Some of the Mongolian soldiers were brave and brave. Hearing his shout, they followed him with swords and horses. As for the wounded and dead on the ground, they were ignored. The battlefield was chaotic. In theory, once injured and fell to the ground, all There is no way to survive, and you will be killed by the enemy if you are not trampled to death by your own people.

Nikan, Boluo and others in the Qing army formation in the distance also had expressions of shock and inexplicable, and judging from their wide-eyed eyes, the shock in their hearts was more intense than that of Kar Chuhun.

"How is it possible?" Boluo's big mouth couldn't close anymore, and his teeth, which were obviously big because he gnawed on sheep bones all the year round, stood out. Seven or eight miles away?"

The sound of gasping for air came out frequently from the mouths of the generals of the Qing army behind the two, like a flock of frightened ducks.

"The distance between Kaer Chuhun and the Ming army's cannon is eight miles, you read that right." Nikan blinked his eyelids slightly. The problem is farther than our red cannon!"

Ma La interjected, "It's probably because the gunpowder has been doubled! I heard from Kong Youde of the Han army that as long as the gunpowder is added to a firearm, it can shoot the shell beyond the distance of the standard charge. The gunner is brave enough and not afraid. If the chamber explodes, it can even shoot twice the range!"

Boluo turned his face towards him and asked with a dark face, "Is there such a thing?"

Before Ma La could nod his head, he heard Nikan say: "There is indeed such a method, but this method is extremely dangerous, and it will almost certainly explode!"

Boluo was stunned, and said bitterly: "No wonder they shot so far... No! Look, none of the Ming army's cannons exploded!"

As if confirming his words, as soon as the words fell, there was another burst of thunderous cannons from the left wing of the Ming army in the distance, rumbling straight into the sky.

The faces of Nikan and the others were as ugly as they could be amidst the sound of gunfire. Those faces were so shocked that they couldn't believe what they saw.

Kar Chuhun, who was galloping, felt more directly than Nikan and the others. When the cannon sounded, he instinctively looked up to the place where the cannon was fired.

Sure enough, another puff of smoke rose from the right wing of the Ming army. The smoke that was obviously different from that of the red cannon fired by the Qing army was a harbinger of the arrival of death.

So fast!

Two words popped into Ka Erchuhun's mind, from the first round of artillery shelling by the Ming army to the second firing now, it took only a few minutes before and after.

Isn't the Ming army afraid of bombing?In such a short period of time, the unskilled gunner didn't even clean the barrel, and fired a second shot. Why didn't the barrel explode?

Is this group of Ming soldiers really going to die?
Karchuhun didn't have the time to observe whether the Ming army's artillery had exploded, because the sound of howling in the air reminded him that the artillery shells were coming!

Because of the confusion caused by the first shelling, the formation of the Mongolian soldiers was not as dense as it was at first. There were hundreds of people, but the team that had just gathered fell into chaos once again. The scene of the shells that could not be resisted by manpower hitting the human body in front of them, even the most fierce soldiers would be afraid. People are not afraid of death, the process of facing death is more terrifying than death itself.

"Ah~~!" A guard from Kaer Chuhun's tribe was hit on the horse's head by a flying iron bullet, which also smashed the guard's hand holding the rein, and the guard fell to the ground. , Rolling and crying with arms folded.

The blood splashed on Kaer Chuhun's face, dyeing half of his black face red.

Kaer Chuhun tried his best to stabilize the neighing of his mount and sprinted around, turning around twice before he could control it. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from his mouth into his mouth, his eyes turned blood red, and a violent breath spread all over his body .

"Master! People from the Yela tribe and the Hulemang tribe have all run to the side!" A guard covered in blood, who didn't know if it was his own or someone else's, rushed up from behind, and shouted urgently: "Their Your lord explained that the army artillery fire is fierce, you have to move to the side to avoid it!"

Karchuhun didn't seem to hear what the guards said. His eyes were fixed on the left wing of the Ming army in front of him. The gunners of the Ming army there still turned their cannons to the other side, as if they didn't see him.

"Follow me!" Ka Erchu roared, raised the knife in his hand, clamped his legs fiercely, and the horse galloped again like flying: "Warriors on the grassland, show your courage! Changsheng Tianhui Protect those who dare to face death, no enemy can make you fear! Kill~~~!"

He took the lead and led the people around him to charge forward. His guards followed closely, and many Mongolian cavalry who were dazed by the shells also followed.

But generally speaking, the cavalry brigade at the beginning of the charge, except for the men and horses killed and injured by cannonballs, was divided into two parts at this moment. One part was Kaerchuhun, who was not afraid of death, and still charged forward desperately with his head down. , while the other part obviously began to circle farther away from the battlefield to avoid the Ming army artillery that seemed to shoot too far.

There were only more than 1000 people following Karchuhun, while there were more than 2000 other Mongolian soldiers who were keeping a certain distance away from him. The distance between the two was getting farther and farther.

After the stone ridge was closed, Ma Wannian, who was standing at the top of the city, was very nervous. On the left side of the battlefield, the huge smoke and dust raised by the Mongolian soldiers was almost next to the left wing of the Ming army, and it seemed that a battle was about to begin.

"My lord, the two rounds of shelling didn't stop the Tartars!" Wang Huan was in front of him. Seeing the urgency of the situation, Ma Wannian couldn't help shouting: "Their cavalry is about to rush to the artillery position on the left flank!"

Wang Huan didn't move, and didn't make a sound, just glanced lightly, his eyes were extremely calm, as if telling him: Calm down, how can you do big things in such a panic?

In fact, Ma Wannian was not the only one who was nervous. Standing next to the Shenwei Cannon on the left wing, Yan Mingde, the artillery commander of the Kuizhou Army who had been staring at the Mongolian cavalry, was also so nervous that his hands were sweating.

The shock of thousands of horses rushing across from each other and galloping on the ground is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine. Facing the earthquake-like impact, anyone will tremble in fear, and subconsciously imagine the countless horse legs stepping on people. The end is even more frightening.

However, in the daily training of the Kuizhou Army, infantry faced cavalry attacks, so although Yan Mingde and others were afraid, they did not turn their heads and run away.

His task is to fire at any enemy troops that appear within the muzzle. Before there is an order, the direction of the muzzle cannot be moved.

The artillery on the two wings, one on the left and one on the right, covered the entire front with crossfire. This was Wang Huan's decision, and no one dared to defy him. So at this moment, although Yan Mingde really wanted to turn the cannon around and shoot at the Qing army that was coming towards him, But dare not.

He tightly grasped the long knife at his waist, which was his only melee weapon, his palms were dripping with sweat, and he could hardly grasp the handle firmly.

The Mongolian soldiers were within [-] paces, and the grinning and screaming faces of the knights were clearly visible. The horses were strong, the battle axes were sharp, and the sound of rumbling horseshoes was imminent.

At this time, it is impossible for the gunners on the right wing to fire anymore. Although the paper shell fixed-pack propellant made by Hanzhong Bingzhan Bureau can shorten the firing interval to minutes, the Shenwei cannon forged by wrought copper can also withstand a short period of time. The chamber pressure and high temperature of continuous firing, and the power of yellow gunpowder can also send the iron bullet far enough, but the distance between the enemy and the enemy is too short, and if you fire again, you will accidentally injure the friendly army.

Yan Mingde's eyes fell on a row of thin sword and shield men standing in front of the gun emplacement.

The task of these sword and shield hands is to prevent bows and arrows from killing the gunners. At this moment, they are nailed to the front of the gun positions ten feet away like green pine, holding shields in their left hands and pinching their right hands beside them, watching the approaching Mongolian soldiers intently. , with the left foot in front of the right foot and behind the right foot, stand in a lunge, the muscles are tense, and the body is ready to go.

In Kaer Chuhun's eyes, he also saw these sword and shield fighters. In his violent eyes, he did not regard these standing Baijiaming soldiers as obstacles. His goal was still the artillery that dealt him a devastating blow.

Rush over, nail the embrasure, and then rush down along the left flank of the Ming army, killing all the Nanmans!This is his plan.

"Get ready!" Ming army sword and shield hand Baihu shouted loudly, holding an exterminator bullet in his hand tightly in the palm of his hand, the fuse had already been ignited, and sparks squeaked.

(End of this chapter)