"Chirp..."

Accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, another artillery shell landed less than a foot away from the artillery shed and exploded. The shock wave of the explosion was mixed with countless earth and stone fragments, and violently erupted from the ground, as if from the earth.

Like a dragon of earth, mud and smoke flew straight up into the air with the explosion's airflow, and also rushed into the gun shelter.

The entire anti-gun shed was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and strong smoke, and everyone in the room was choked and coughed loudly. The soldiers in the shed were all frightened by this situation that they had never encountered before.

When we arrived, even the bravest people would huddle on the ground with their heads in their hands.

They were trembling, coughing, and even crying and screaming loudly. What frightened them even more was that the wooden beams on the roof of the anti-gun shelter also made a scary "sizzling" sound.

The dust in the gaps between the wooden beams fell like rain as they trembled, making them all look up at the top of their heads in horror, fearing that it would be blown down.

"Don't panic, everyone!"

Zhang Fucai stood up and shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the dust on his head.

"The anti-gun shelter above our heads can definitely block the army's cannons. There is nothing to be afraid of..."

As he spoke, he looked around. Then he noticed Lao Dutou lying motionless on the ground beside the door.

"Old Dutou, Lao Dutou..."

He bent down and shook Lao Du's head, but he didn't react at all and lay there motionless.

Turning over, he saw bright red blood flowing out of his chest. This must have been the injury he sustained during the shelling.

Zhang Fucai, who was accustomed to seeing death, did not dwell too much on his death, but instead gave instructions to the brothers around him.

"This door is too big. Hurry up and dig some soil to block it. If you want to survive, hurry up."

For him who believes in being careful in everything, now that he has found a problem with the shed, he naturally has to find a way to solve it.

The death of Lao Dutou reminded him that if he didn't seize the time to block the hole and make it smaller, if there were more explosive bullets fired at the door, I'm afraid there wouldn't be many people alive in the shed.

Already.

The people who were frightened didn't dare to chatter like before. They picked up shovels, dug dirt directly on the ground, and piled it up to block the door.

While the brothers were busy, Zhang Fucai walked towards the other end of the artillery shed and glanced at the Folang machine in the window of the gun shed. Although it was just a small Folang machine, if the Ming army came over, it would really

Can't live without this thing.

"Fortunately, the officers and soldiers did not attack."

Looking at the plumes of smoke exploding outside, Zhang Fucai muttered to himself, and then walked towards his subordinates who were huddled in the corner and shivering.

"Don't be afraid. I'm scared like this before the officers and soldiers come up. If the officers and soldiers come up, then..."

At this moment, the sharp whistling sound got closer and closer, and then followed by a violent loud noise, interrupting his words, and at the same time, billowing smoke and dust also poured into the gun shelter.

Outside the artillery-proof sheds, Luzhai was bombed into the sky one after another. Even in the trenches of the Shun Army, artillery shells continued to fall. Of course, some of the artillery-proof sheds were directly blown down. The Shun Army in the sheds

Buried directly inside.

When the soldiers of the Jun army were trapped in this hell of iron and fire, struggling and shrinking in purgatory, in the trench hundreds of meters away, the Ming army's gunners were still busy, standing in front of the muzzle of the reloading machine.

He stretched out his hand and took out a cannonball and stuffed it into the muzzle. The moment the message tube was ignited, accompanied by the sound of a cannon, a cannonball roared into the distance amid the thick smoke.

"Quick, reload!"

Amid the shouts of the gunner, the loader loaded a shell again, and behind them, a loader was tying a powder bag to the spindle-shaped shell.

This shell is a new type of shell used in the 12-pound long-barreled mortar. It is different from ordinary round shells. Its spindle-shaped body has a tail fin made of iron sheets at the bottom. Compared with spherical shells, it is heavier.

, has more charges, and more importantly, its sharp warhead can fall into the soil and then explode, unlike the fuse of the spherical projectile that explodes when it hits the ground.

In fact, this was Zhu Guoqiang's idea after the Korean War when he was learning lessons from the battle - using a mortar to fire mortar shells. Although its firing speed was not as fast as that of a mortar, it improved the shells

The only flaw is that the penetrating power is too short, and the maximum range is only a mere 700 meters.

Although its range is very short, the shelling of hundreds of 12-pound mortars in turn is not only shocking, but also the power of the shells is extremely amazing. After all, each spindle-shaped shell weighs more than 25 kilograms. When it roars

As they flew towards the bandit's position, the fortifications carefully built by the bandit were destroyed one after another. Countless gun shelters were blown into the sky. As for the Luzhai that blocked the infantry attack, it was also blown to pieces in the bombardment.

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While the bombardment continued, Zhu Guoqiang just used his binoculars to stare at the purgatory of iron and fire in the distance. Looking at the position shrouded in smoke and dust, in his head, the pictures in front of him were the same as the pictures in the recorded movie in his memory.

overlapped.

Perhaps, this was the war situation he was familiar with - intensive shelling.

"Perhaps, fired mortar shells can be used..."

Zhu Guoqiang said to himself in his heart.

The artillery shells used now only draw on the shape of mortar shells, and are still ignited by ignition at the rear of the gun, so the firing speed is naturally very fast. The firing rate is only about 10 rounds per minute. This speed seems a bit slow.

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But for this era, this rate of fire and those mortar shells with a size close to 120mm are extremely fatal to the fortifications of the army. Those anti-gun shelters that can withstand spherical grenades are sometimes directly blown away by vertically falling shells.

God, those cannonballs would even penetrate about half a foot into the mud before exploding.

The seemingly solid anti-gun sheds were constantly destroyed in the shelling. Of course, only a few were destroyed. After all, when artillery shells directly hit the anti-gun sheds, there was often a trace of luck. For the soldiers in the anti-gun sheds,

They also have to rely on luck. If they are lucky, they will definitely survive such a bombardment.

But for some unlucky ones, their luck seemed to be bad, and some of the shells that fell into the trenches even exploded directly at the entrance of the gun shelter. Although the shock wave of the explosion did not overturn the gun shelter, the flying shrapnel still

It took many lives.

For a moment, the entire anti-gun shed was a mess of blood and flesh. Amidst the screams of the injured, the survivors looked left and right in horror. At this moment, someone shouted.
Chapter completed!