"Blooming bullet! The Turks have also Blooming bullets!...Look down!"

Almost as they saw smoke marks rising from the city of Jerusalem, and the white smoke marks roaring towards them, the officers in the trench shouted loudly to the soldiers. The soldiers in the trench hid in the trench one after another, and the next moment, a violent explosion was above their heads and around them. In the tremor caused by the explosion, these soldiers who came here from thousands of miles even had an illusion that they once again boarded the sea boat and swayed on the sea again!

The Turks' counterattack can be said to be rapid. While being bombarded by the Ming army, they launched a counterattack against the Ming army outside the city. In the bunkers of the earthen baskets on the city walls, the Turkish gunners raised their heavy gun bodies with pads and aimed at the positions of the Ming army. In addition to some cast iron cannons of more than ten pounds, there were two heavy guns of four and a half meters long on the walls of Jerusalem. In fact, the Turks of this era attracted a lot of talents from European countries with high compensation, including cast gun experts, and they could even cast giant cannons weighing sixteen or seventeen tons. This giant cannon can fire shells weighing up to 80 pounds, but this giant cannon only has two of these giant cannons in the whole of Jerusalem.

Although there were only two, when they rang, the movement was still earth-shaking. Accompanied by the sound of cannons like thunder, shells weighing more than 50 kilograms flew towards the Ming army.

Faced with the Ming army's shelling, the most effective counterattack of the Turks was the mortar. In the past twenty years, the 18, 36 and 50 pounds of mortars from the Ming Dynasty had long been transmitted back to Europe. Although this short-barrel mortar that fired explosive projectiles was average, but with its power and lightness and agility, it was still very popular among all countries. Turkey was of course one of them. When quelling the rebellion a few years ago, Turkey even used a large number of mortars to attack the local rebellion Pasha with a fatal blow.

At this time, the 24-pound and 48-pound mortars were bending due to their ballistic bending and could be fired from behind the shelter and could be deployed behind the city wall to bombard targets outside the city. Compared with field guns, although the tube was short, the firing speed was very fast, almost four or five times that of the field guns. Accompanied by deafening thunder, hundreds of shells fell on the Ming army's positions in just a few minutes.

This was the first time that Mou Guoxi and his brothers had enjoyed such artillery fire when they were getting ups and downs in the waves, and they felt even more fresh. But no one felt it was a good feeling.

"These bastards! Why did this gun be so fierce? If the captain hadn't seen the smoke in the sky, we would have to explain it here..."

Xu Youcai, who was lying in the trench with a rifle in his arms, spit out the dust in his mouth, and kept cursing the Turks who fired flowering bullets.

"That's right, what about him, when did the Turkish artillery fire become so fierce!"

"Turt's son, why didn't the artillery suppress the Turkish cannons yet!"

Amid the complaining, a howitzer shell landed more than ten meters away from them. The shell did not explode immediately, but was spinning on the ground. The wooden letter tube "hissing" and spitting white smoke. The time set for the Turkish fuse was not accurate. The shell turned like a ground rat for two or three seconds and suddenly exploded. At the moment of the explosion, a shock wave was mixed with soil and gravel roaring towards the trenches. The soil fell on the warriors' disc helmets, and then fell down again.

Near them, several shells fell. The violent explosion made them hug their heads and lie in the trenches. Some people were shocked to the ground because they were not stable. Mou Guoxi's ears were even more shocked, and his two palms pressed their ears tightly.

One smoke column after another, rose from the ground, carrying soil and gravel, and flew into the air. Compared with the Turks' counterattack, the Ming army's shelling was more violent, especially the rocket launcher poured down like a storm. In an instant, the houses, trees, flowers and plants in Xicheng, and everything on the earth were turned into piles of ruins in a violent explosion.

Suddenly, a shock wave suddenly came from the trench. Although it was just a wave of air, it was different from the one above the head. It was snowing directly in the trench. As the smoke filled the gunpowder, shouts came from the trench.

"A shells fell into the trenches!"

Mou Guoxi stretched his head and looked into the distance. Through the smoke, he could see several brothers lying in the trench. After the shells landed in the trench exploded, they directly took their lives. In the yellow soil, they were surrounded by blood-red blood-red. On the nearby mounds, several broken arms and legs were placed on the mounds.

Watching the brothers carry the injured brothers along the trench, Mou Guoxi's mood suddenly became a little chaotic. Perhaps he was eager to make military achievements on the battlefield and then have his place in the army, but in the face of death, he suddenly felt a little nervous. He was not hit by the enemy's shells, which made him feel lucky, but at the same time, he truly felt the threat of death.

Death is not empty words, such as "Meeting in the temple again" and "Die for the Lord". The bold words of the past suddenly seemed to become reality.

"Am I scared?"

When this thought arose in Mou Guoxi's mind, he wanted to take his entire team of brothers to the trenches, kill the city of Jerusalem, and fight with the Turks. But now, he can only sit here and let the Turks shell the shells.

At this time, the Turkish shells were pouring down again. Listening to the howling of shrapnel in the air, his thought disappeared again.

"How about it?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

Mou Guoxi shook his head gently.

"A lot of people died over there."

Looking at the brothers in the trench, Mou Guoxi took out a short shovel and said:

"Dig deeper our fortifications!"

Everyone knew that the brothers next to him ate the enemy's shells, so they deepened the trenches one after another. It seemed that everyone felt that it was safer to be deeper. But everyone knew that those mortar shells falling from the sky fell almost vertically, and just one fell down was enough! It was enough for them to go to see the King of Hell.

Perhaps it was because the Ming army's artillery fire was more fierce, which caused serious losses to the Turks. After the shelling lasted for an hour, the Turks' artillery shells became increasingly sparse.

In fact, the Turks' artillery fire was not because of how much they suffered, but because the Ming army's artillery bombardment brought unprecedented losses to the city.

As the owner of the city, Mufti Farouk could hardly believe everything he saw before him. In the rain-like shells, the city was shaking, buildings turned into ruins in violent explosions, and thousands of people fled in the smoke. What really scared him was not those who were blown into pieces in the smoke. Perhaps in front of him, many people were lying in pools of blood, struggling and crying in pools of blood, but this was nothing big at all.

What really scared him was that the big temple in front of him was also hit by shells, and the huge hemispherical golden roof was blown down a large piece.

In an instant, Mufti Farouk was stunned.

"Then, that's a holy trace..."

Even though the Farouk family has ruled the city since the Saladin era, even if Mufti Farouk was not the owner of the city, anyone knows what a sacred place the great temple is.

There are too many holy traces surrounding the stone in the big temple, but now the big temple is struggling in the cannon fire. Suddenly, with a sudden sound, the golden top that was originally shining under the sun disappeared in the smoke of gunpowder...

"No, no more..."

At this moment, Mufti Farouk's eyes were full of despair. Not only did he, but even the people guarding the city were stunned. They even prayed in horror, begging the prophets to forgive them for not being able to guard the good holy land.

Amid their prayers, amid a violent explosion, the people who were praying heard the sound coming from the other side of the city wall. With a "boom", something seemed to fall down.

Those who prayed looked towards the city walls in despair. Although the thick smoke and dust made them unable to see what was going on there at all? But an idea immediately emerged in their minds--they were abandoned by the prophet!

In the rolling smoke and dust, the terrifying shouts spread from far to near to everyone's ears.

"The city wall collapses!"
Chapter completed!