Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 322 Cannonball (Part [-])
Before three rounds had passed, the attic on the city gate was bombarded by stone bombs.

In this way, there will be a lot less blocking in the direction of the city gate.

If He Jinzhao ordered the shield formation to rush over against the rain of arrows at this time, and stuff a few explosives at the gate of the city to blast the gate, the possibility of success is very high.

But after such an effort, it was not simply to conquer Wuzhai County, but to encircle and fight for aid.

It is necessary to give the miners in the mountains more time to fish them out of the mountains so that they can fight.

Looking at the masterpiece of artillery, Ji Gui couldn't help laughing and said:

"My lord, if all the guns are fired at once, I am afraid that any strong city in the world will be destroyed."

He Jinzhao glanced at him, unexpectedly Ji Gui told the truth.

Artillery dominates everything and is the god of war.

It's a pity, don't even think about it.

The transportation is too cumbersome. Although there are wheels to assist, one can weigh thousands of catties (up to a ton).

Good at siege, but clumsy at field battles!
This kind of copper-iron composite Hongyi cannon imitated by Ming Dynasty was indeed the best artillery in the world in the [-]th century.

Nine years later, Huang Taiji owned [-] self-made "red cannons", which played a great role in the Songjin War.

If there is no accident, it is the Han craftsmen who were kidnapped from last year to this year and started to make "cannons in red" for Huang Taiji.

Hongyi Dapao was named a general in the Ming Dynasty, but it was a taboo when it came to the Houjin Tartars. The Yi people called them and changed their name to Hongyi Dapao.

Now He Jinchao only has nine gates on hand, one gate is reserved in the old land of Panhequ, and two gates were built for the Shihu brothers to pretend to attack Ningwuguan, and the rest are all placed here.

He Jinzhao planned to start with a hundred or so general cannons, and when the time comes for large-scale army battles, they will fight around the artillery.

"Why does my lord want to see me? Am I wrong?"

"You're right." He Jinzhao pointed to the artillery not far away:
"In the future, not only will the army be equipped with such large-scale artillery, but it will also be equipped with small artillery that is easy to carry.

The bronze cannons left by the Ming army are too old, and there are not a few of them more than 200 years ago.

Putting it on the Great Wall requires melting and recasting, so iron ore is very important to us. "

After listening to He Jinzhao's words, Ji Gui nodded repeatedly. It's normal for the lord to want to develop artillery on a large scale.

After all, when Marshal Qi was in Ji Town, he was always carrying artillery, waiting for the Mongols to charge on horseback.

Fire the cannon first, disrupt their formation, and when they get closer, they will be greeted by the tiger crouching cannon and Frangji.

Then the gunmen opened fire, and then the cavalry charged, hit the three-eyed gun, and finally swung round and smashed the Mongol's head.

In addition to the inconvenient movement, few Mongols could take advantage of it. This also led to the fact that Ji Town recruited a large number of Mongol tribes, and more tribes were beaten away and dare not be provoked.

He couldn't fight in Jizhen, and he had no chance to rob, so he had to go to Liaodong to rob under the rule of Li Chengliang.

Because Li Chengliang didn't care about the life and death of the people under his rule, he usually waited for the Mongols to return with a full load of plunder, and he was waiting for an opportunity to send troops to attack the Mongols.

Both sides are killing and plundering the herdsmen and people under the other's rule, which is as pure as Marshal Qi.

If he says he won't kill you, he won't kill you. As long as you are honest and don't oppose Daming, he will also report to the court and give the surrendered Mongols a chance to reward them in Xifengkou City.

Li Chengliang only wanted to use his head to make achievements, and in Liaodong, he was also playing with raising Gu, thinking about the development and growth of the Jurchen tribe, so he went to reap military achievements.

After all, those dignitaries in the capital also want to buy military merit for their descendants.

As for whether they are real Mongolian soldiers, the Jurchens who caused chaos are not important. If it is really impossible, give them a haircut and send them to Beijing.

The dead head will not jump out, and tell the military inspector that he is a fake.

This move fully proves that the dead are better than the living.

Under the military merit system of the Ming army, Qi Jiguang had very few gains in Jizhen, because most of them were beaten and surrendered or fled far away.

Marshal Qi is not the kind of general who kills people casually.

Ji Gui is aware of these things, so he feels that his lord wants to rely on artillery because he has inherited Marshal Qi's military style.

"My lord, but when it rains or snows, the artillery will not be good for us."

Ji Gui thought of the Battle of Salhu again, and heard that the artillery was not very effective and could not be fired.

"Ah."

He Jinzhao nodded, this kind of extreme weather also needs to be paid attention to.

The gates and towers of Wuzhai County were blown down, and the artillery finally began to aim at the guards on the city wall.

Because this time it is not a salvo, but a free fire.

Finally, screams came from the city wall.

When the stone bullets hit people, they couldn't even fall on a whole body.

Broken arms and stumps were scattered all over the place, causing panic after all.

Compared with He Jinchao's subordinates, most of the defenders in Wuzhai County were fledglings who had never seen blood.

Some people just can't stand the scene.

Even those evil youngsters in the gang, after witnessing the tragic death of their companions, lost their madness and were all deeply afraid.

If he was unlucky, he would be the one who died in such a miserable way.

Song Rong, the county magistrate, looked at the miserable dead body next to him, screamed in fright, and even lost control of himself.

His calves were weak, even if he wanted to escape from this place, he had no strength.

Mr. Shi was forcibly dragged away by the slaves.

As a result, he shouted: "Anyone who dares to escape will be killed by me, and his head will be hung on the flagpole to warn all defenders."

The servant on the side is someone who does things according to his orders.

Old Master Shi couldn't hold on to the city wall, otherwise the hammer bandit He Jinzhao outside the city would go down with a few shots.

The morale he raised with money and reinforcements had to be beaten to nothing.

"Order someone to fight back with guns."

"My lord, our cannons can't reach those of the hammer bandits."

"You have to fight if you can't reach it, and you don't lose if you lose, or it's all over."

"Yes."

Immediately afterwards, the heads of Evil Young Master, soldiers of the Ming army, and Xiangyong were picked up on the flagpole with blood dripping, patrolling the entire city wall.

If I spend money to buy your lives, you have to give your life to me, or you will lose both your money and your life!

There was also a burst of artillery fire scattered on the wall of Wuzhai County, and finally it was no longer a unilateral firing.

Artillery captain Zhou Da got excited when he saw someone dared to confront him.

He likes this kind of shooting best.

Then the city wall of Wuzhai County was named, and all the artillery was turned off.

Even under the threat of steel knives, no one dared to step forward and shoot at each other.

Old Master Shi was sweating on his anxious face. Fortunately, it was finally dark and the hammer bandits stopped their shelling.

It is risky to hold a torch and fire a gun at night.

"Prepare with all your strength, don't let the hammer bandits attack at night." After Mr. Shi finished speaking, he went down to rest.

I'm getting older, and I can't stand it anymore.

Song Rong, the county magistrate who was so frightened that he became incontinent, waited until after dark before going down the city wall.

It's really not that he wants to persevere to the end, it's that after he realized it, he dared not move, for fear of missing a trap, and the county magistrate also wanted to save face.

He could only suppress his nausea, and stayed next to the bloody corpse, trying in vain to cover up the stench with the smell of blood.

Fortunately, it was hot enough in summer and the water evaporated fast enough, but the place where he sat was deeper than the surrounding marks.

(End of this chapter)