"Why didn't they fire?"

"Maybe it's just a look."

"Maybe their shells are not enough, so so many shots were fired yesterday afternoon!"

"Maybe, there are not many arrows. Looking at the rain of arrows yesterday, I want to pee."

Those Baoyi slaves in the Tartar camp saw that they had not fired for so long, and they were immediately talking about it, and everything was cherry.

These soldiers with blue flags and those coated slaves had never fought with the Ming New Army before, no wonder they were ignorant.

If Mangourtai and others heard it here, they would definitely shake their heads and leave quietly without anything.

A group of idiots who don’t know how to write the word “death”!

However, the main generals of the Tartars, including Mangurtai and most of the Zhenglan Banner soldiers, remained in Zheng, Gushan Fort City.

Of course, these cannon fodders have to stay on the front line to block the knife for their masters.

"I heard that the commander of this new Ming army is called Lu Xiangsheng, isn't he a simple person?"

The person who talks about the captain of the Musket Team of the Han Eight Banners Inlaid Blue Banners is named Su Bin.

The newly formed Eight Banners of the Han Army have a musket battalion for each banner, which uses guns and cannons seized from the Liaodong border army a few years ago.

However, these guns and cannons are of poor quality and powerful, and they are not far from hitting, and they are often blown up. They are not as efficient as those of Tartar archers in killing enemies.

In fact, the Tartars even seized several red-clothed cannons, but they were too bulky and arranged in two important areas, Liaoyang City and Shengjing City.

“What’s not simple?”

"Master, Mr. Lu Xiangsheng is a scholar, a general who is a scholar. What's so great about it? Can you talk about it on paper?"

The two commanders around Su Bin said disdainfully.

Outside the Tartar camp, with the huge Ming New Army advancing step by step, there was no sign of firing artillery, which seemed to confirm their words.

Soon, the Ming New Army was neatly arranged in square formations, less than 150 feet away from the Tartar camp.

If the Ming Empire siege troops before August last year were fired in such a short distance, they would have been fired in a volley of artillery and the sound of artillery was shocked.

As a result, the other party still did not move.

It seemed as if the army of the Ming Dynasty came to march and demonstrate.

"They don't have to attack after lunch, are they?"

"Isn't it here to negotiate peace with me?"...

The officers who inlaid the blue flags of the Han Eight Banners screamed again.

Their blue-inlaid flag lost nearly half yesterday, but just one night, tens of thousands of hard-core traitors came in and re-engineered.

Indeed, the imperial army was just constantly advancing, and there was no movement yet, which really made people wonder whether they were going to really start a war.

In fact, looking at the closer and closer Tartar camp, the soldiers of the Ming New Army were quietly holding the weapons in their hands, waiting for the order to shoot.

Many people actually want to start shooting, and they want to kill all these traitors and slaves immediately, but the distance is too far now, and muskets, crossbows, and strong bows cannot reach them.

However, Lu Xiangsheng never issued an order to fire the gun

One hundred and forty feet...

One hundred and thirty feet...

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and even the soldiers of the two armies at the forefront can even see their faces between each other.

"The whole army stopped!"

About one hundred feet away from the Tatar camp, Lu Xiangsheng finally ordered the army to stop, and the soldiers began to prepare for their momentum.

Because of this distance, it is beyond the range of muskets and bows of the Tartars and traitors' slave soldiers. If it is closer, it will be difficult for the soldiers of the three artillery battalions to operate.

As for some medium-sized and worn artillery fires in the hands of the Han army's blue flag, there is no need to worry about them at all. The soldiers of the artillery brigade will knock them off immediately as soon as possible without any room for them to show their power.

"fire!"

"Blooming bullet, three rounds of rapid fire!"

Seeing that his side was ready for attack, Tang Huai, commander of the Artillery Brigade of the Qinglong Legion, said coldly when the Central Army's order flag was raised.

"First battalion fired!"

"The Second Battalion fired!"

"The Third Battalion fired!"

The commanders of various artillery battalions hurriedly waved the red flags in their hands down! They ordered bombardment and bombardment to launch the first wave of offensives.

"boom!"

"Boom boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"...

In an instant, ninety new Franco cannons from three artillery battalions immediately fired.

The deafening sound of cannons instantly broke the tranquility of the entire Gushan Fort within a radius of ten miles.

A ball of flames burst out from the muzzle, almost covering up the rising sunlight that had just risen.

Black and white smoke continued to rise and then drifted towards the sky.

Due to the violent vibration during the firing, smoke and dust rose from the three artillery positions.

Because Lu Xiangsheng ordered all restrictions to be lifted, the cannons are fired now, of course, those powerful blooming bombs are fired.

I only saw a black flowering bullet whistling away, and then landed on the gates, towers, and forts of the Tatar camp.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Boom!"

"Crazy!"

For a moment, all kinds of sounds suddenly broke out in the Tartar camp. This camp, which covers an area of ​​several miles, was suddenly in chaos and in a mess.

The originally dead Tartar camp seemed to fall into an erupting volcano as the shells fell, and countless traitors and slave soldiers screamed one after another.

This desperate scream before death resounded through the sky, tearing his heart and lungs, and shocked the hearts of every soldier.

After just one wave of attacks, the gates and large towers and forts on the west side of the Tatar camp were all destroyed and bombed up, and all kinds of objects were thrown away everywhere.

At this time, if anyone else does not realize the danger, it is an idiot among idiots.

Therefore, when hearing the second round of cannons, all the Tartars, including a large number of traitors and coat slaves, ran out of various buildings with no chance, looking for places where they could escape the explosion.

For a moment, in this camp where there were almost no sight, there were people running around everywhere, and they were all in a mess.

Some people may have run too fast, but they didn't notice their feet. They were tripped and fell to the ground hard. When they rolled their eyes, they then fell into a coma.

What's more, he was directly injured and screamed.

There is no way, these traitors and servants usually rely on the prestige of the Tartar master and show off their power everywhere.

Once people like them encounter a life-and-death crisis, they are more afraid of death than anyone else. Their usual disguise is suddenly lifted up, and they will naturally be panicked!

In fact, being fainted by those people is also a blessing in a sense. At least you don’t have to continue to feel the fear and tremor brought by the endless shelling.

The other survivors still have to tremble and struggle to survive in the falling shells.

Whether they can survive does not depend on their own efforts or their own struggles or their blessings, but entirely on whether they are lucky and whether they will suffer great difficulties.

Huang Chengyong, the banner owner of the Han army's blue flag running desperately, was a hard-core traitor who did all this bad thing. He saw a flowering bullet with his own eyes, and fell not far in front of him, smashed directly into a barracks, and then exploded.

"Damn it! This barracks are over!"

It seemed that in order to confirm the conjecture of Huang Chengyong, a hardcore traitor, his thoughts were not over yet, and the huge barracks were immediately blown away!

At close range, more than a dozen traitor soldiers in the Han army's blue flag were shot out by the explosion and the stones and wooden blocks hit the forehead and body!

Among them, the forehead of a school official inlaid blue flag was completely broken by bricks and stones, like a hammer hitting a watermelon.

The flying brain and minced meat flew two or three meters away, and with a bang, it fell on the wall next to it, as if it was rendering a sad landscape painting.

The officer who had no heads was still running, and his body had not fallen yet. The scene was so weird.

"puff"

As he ran, a fierce blood suddenly surged into the neck of the traitor officer, like a fountain, splashing into the sky.

The blood splattered more than one meter high before it flew around. For a moment, there was a rain of blood around the headless officer.

However, the unlucky guy's body just shook for a while, continued to run forward, and then ran away, before falling to the ground on the spot.

To be fair, as a hardcore traitor who has committed evil deeds, Huang Chengyong has definitely seen bloody scenes.

He was once a guerrilla general in Liaodong, Ming Dynasty. He had experienced many battles. What kind of bloody scene had he never seen?

However, at this moment, Huang Chengyong was indeed scared, and he was indeed fearing from the bottom of his heart.

The headless corpse was still not far ahead of me, with blood constantly bubbling. If this flowering bullet fell beside me...

"Bang"
To be continued...