The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 449

Azig frowned: "Ding Yi doesn't just have these cannons. When we fought in Jinzhou, there were more than that many cannons."

It's been a year or two, will Ding Yi's cannon change?

Duoduo said disdainfully: "Just how many cannons can he make in Lushun Jiapi Island? How many cannons does Mao Wenlong have for how many years?"

Azig glared at him: "That's not to say, Ding Yi used to only have Lushun, who can make so many cannons, this guy is very capable."

"A lot of guns were robbed of our Jinzhou Fuzhou."

Seeing that he was about to quarrel, Huang Taiji's expression darkened: "Don't quarrel, no matter how many cannons he has, we will destroy all his cannon battalions today."

"Surely so." All the generals shouted.

While they were talking, a large number of post-gold handymen rushed to the front of the artillery formation, and then imitated the Ming people and began to pile sandbags.

But they didn't have special training like the Ming army. Many people were afraid of the Ming army's artillery fire, so they threw them down and ran away. The scene was very chaotic.

Sandbags piled up in a mess.

After looking at it for a while, Huang Taiji and the officials realized something was wrong.

The Ming people built the fort very quickly, and the pile was neat and high after a while.

Thousands of their handymen rushed up, and the sandbags of the 2000 people in front of them were all thrown away. Why didn't they see much height?

"What are they doing?" Huang Tai was very angry: "It's not that he was asked to carry soil to fill the ditch, but to build a wall. What are they doing?"

Wu Jinsheng's face changed drastically, he quickly knelt down, and stammered: "I already asked them to build the wall——but they—"

They are afraid of Ming people's gunfire, so they leave and run away, I can't help it?
"Stop." Huang Taiji said angrily: "The first 1000 people who came back will draw one out of ten and behead them."

"Tell the people behind that if they can't build a wall, they will all be chopped off."

Soon, the handymen who ran back first, regardless of whether they had thrown sandbags or not, would draw one out of ten and beheaded on the spot.

Amidst countless screams and begging for mercy, human heads rolled to the ground one after another.

The rest of the handymen trembled.

Wu Jinsheng came to the stopped handymen: "Say it again, run up and don't drop it."

"It's not filling ditches with soil, but building walls. Like the Ming army on the opposite side, build high walls. Anyone who dares to throw them will be cut immediately."

The handymen were obedient, and soon, they organized again and piled forward.

The Ming Cannon is still firing, but basically every five to seven minutes.

Originally, Ding Yi's artillery could fire one shot in about 3 minutes at the fastest, but in order to cool down, they fought for a while, or it was meaningless to fight these handymen, so they slowed down by more than twice, and paused for about 10 minutes in the middle.

So in less than half an hour, the Houjin artillery formation 1.5 miles away slowly formed, but after nearly half an hour of Ming army shelling, the road was full of wounded and corpses of Houjin's handymen.

At least the casualties of Qian Minfu of Hou Jin were caused.

Huang Taiji and the others looked at these screaming and crying civilians indifferently. As long as they could defeat Ding Yi, no matter how many civilians died, they would not feel heartbroken.

With a large number of sandbags being stacked up, although it is not neat, it has been built as high as the opposite side.

They are completely imitating Ding Yi, stacking three sides first, leaving a cannon hole in the front, stacking the left and right sides, and leaving the back empty.

Nearly 30 sandbags piled up more than [-] such artillery bunkers.

But there was nothing on top of them. Ding Yi's top was covered with trees and sandbags were stacked.

Huang Taiji saw that dozens of them had piled up, and immediately ordered the cannons to be pushed up.

More than 30 Hongyi cannons were pushed forward.

Now the artillery fire of the Ming army exploded in an instant.

"Hit." The Ming army yelled again and again, boom, boom, the shells flew like meteors.

The road to the Houjin artillery position is not easy to walk, and a dozen people plus carriages pushing the cannons are a bit slow.

From time to time, cannonballs hit them.

Bang, a cannonball hit a horse, and the horse let out a long cry and fell to the ground.

"Change horses, change horses." Hou Jinbing called to the back, and immediately got a new one.

Puff, a shell hit the crowd pushing the cannon.

Like an explosion, bang, the crowd in the middle fell in all directions, and one of them was shattered on the spot.

"Ah!" Another man's leg was broken, leaving only one leg, screaming and crawling to the side.

"Change people, come up." Hou Jin called again, and more people went up to replace them.

These cannon pushers are all handymen and auxiliary soldiers. Their lives are worthless here, and Hou Jin almost used their lives to build artillery formations.

And the shells were lucky enough to hit their Hongyi cannons. Bang, the cannons shattered on the spot, and the gun mounts shattered.

In this way, the gun cannot be used, because it is too heavy and there is no gun mount.

After the first batch of 36 cannons were pushed up, only [-] of them successfully reached the position in the end.

Six of the guns were either broken from their mounts or stuck in the mud and could not move forward.

"Okay, it's time to fight." Kong Youde's eyes brightened when he saw that the first batch of artillery went up, and they could build the artillery array behind while fighting.

The post-gold artillerymen marched forward with gunpowder and shells.

The artillery battle between the two sides was imminent.

Huang Taiji called Zhubeile to his side and pointed to the location of the shelling ahead.

"In the past, you all thought that I was invincible, and that I could rule the world with only cavalry?"

"Look at the artillery of the Ming army."

"There are only more than 100 guns. Just now we spent at least more than 1000 lives to build our own artillery array."

"You must be good at learning. Only by learning the advantages of wise people can we make Dajin stronger and stronger." Huang Taiji earnestly educated these later Jin Xungui.

But most people still didn't take it seriously, only Dorgon, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, looked serious, as if he was listening seriously.

It took a while.

Boom, boom, on the battlefield ahead, the cannons of the Houjin and Ming armies are firing.

Iron balls are flying in the air.

The Ming army had more cannons, and the later Jin cannons were larger, but the range would be about the same, because the Ming army came first and built high walls, condescending.

The two sides are fighting cannons, the Ming army is fighting the Houjin Pao, and the Houjin is fighting the Ming army infantry.

A large number of post-gold handymen are still building artillery arrays one after another, and piled up bunkers with sandbags.

Although their bunkers are not as good as those of the Ming army, they can also play a protective role.

Suddenly, a shell from the Ming army flew down from the sky with good luck, plopped into the Houjin artillery formation, and boom, there was a loud bang inside, killing people.

The dignitaries of the later gold were shocked and angry, but they were helpless.

But this kind of hit rate is very low. After half an hour of fighting, only one shot hit, and the loss of Hou Jin was not big.

Instead, their handymen were knocked down by artillery from time to time during the process of piling up sandbags, causing many casualties.

The battlefield is now full of the screams and cries of Hou Jin's handymen, and corpses are everywhere.

Hou Jin used human lives to build up artillery formations.

As more and more Houjin's cannons were pushed forward, the Ming army's large formation in front really began to move. Obviously, it could no longer withstand Houjin's shelling.

"It's moved, the Ming army has retreated." Duoduo was riding on a high place, seeing clearly, and hurried back to report.

The generals looked intently, only to see the sound of horns sounded in the formation of the Ming army, and then the entire formation retreated.

But the distance between the two sides was far, and they couldn't see how many people were in the Ming army's formation.

(End of this chapter)