Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 844 No rain tomorrow
Soon after, Henry Cavendish, a prisoner of the foreign devils, was brought to the crowd by the neck by a war elephant.

Last night, under unprecedentedly bad circumstances, this pampered gentleman could not fall asleep; he fell asleep just before dawn, so he still looked confused at this time.

But this is not important, because the singer's operation of fetching water failed last night, so he was very angry, and he was knocked to the ground with a big penis.

The poor gentleman woke up immediately.

But before he got up, he angrily accused Hu Biao and others of being so barbaric. Fortunately, when he ate roasted horse meat last night, he felt quite fond of them.

Hu Biao was already pointing at the position at the bottom of the mountain, where a large number of lobster soldiers were lining up, and the artillery guns were adjusting their muzzles, and he asked:
"Mr. Henry, you'd better tell me why they are like this, and what else are you hiding from us?"

With such a sentence, Henry Cavendi could no longer care about arguing with Hu Biao and others. He quickly got up from the ground and looked down the mountain.

Then, everyone was stunned.

About ten seconds later, just as Hu Biao was about to ask, a loud cannon sounded from the bottom of the mountain, and a cannon shell roared towards him.

An instant later, it landed on a hillside more than 20 meters away from them, and exploded quite dramatically.

This shot did not hurt anyone, but the veterans of the team knew that this was not a test firing by the Yin army's artillery before launching a large-scale bombardment.

Soon after, more shells fell with more precise landing points.

I can no longer care about Henry, a foreign devil, why is it useless.

Hu Biao immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "Attention, everyone, immediately hid in the cannon firing hole. Without my order, you can't come out even if the cannon fire stops."

Cover your ears, open your mouth, don't sit down, don't lean against the wall, just squat like you're taking a shit.

If anyone dares to run around when the artillery is fired, even if the artillery fire does not kill you, I will march and kill you after I come out. "

In his eagerness, Hu Biao shouted out a lot of vulgar remarks.

The main reason is that they are worried that Yu Hong and other Green Camp soldiers who have little idea of ​​modern warfare will be frightened by the sound of artillery and run out of the artillery hole to die.

As well as being shocked to death, or deafened, etc.

After all, to be honest, Hu Biao didn't know how much impact this old-fashioned explosive bullet would have on the people in the anti-bomb hole if he took one shot at close range.

After shouting, Hu Biao planned to rush towards the nearest shell-proof hole.

As a result, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Henry, who was still standing there like a wooden stake, as if he was stupid.

After all, with the idea of ​​keeping the other party and maybe having some use, I dragged him to start taking action.

After finding a slightly larger shell-proof hole, the two of them got into it and squatted down. The whistling sound in the air became intensive.

Amid the violent explosions, they clearly felt the falling shells getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain.

Finally, from time to time, a explosive bomb landed near the trench and exploded violently.

For a moment, the people hiding in the bomb-proof cave were surrounded by falling sand, their eyes were filled with choking smoke and dust, and loud explosions were heard in their ears.

Even if they know one thing clearly in their hearts:
At this time, the Yin Army was still using black powder explosive shells, and their power was still quite limited, far inferior to the new artillery shells of the future.

Therefore, they have log supports and at least 50 centimeters of shell-proof holes covered with soil, so they don't have to worry about being blown up.

But I don't know why, I still feel a little panicked.

At the same time, I also thought of something inexplicably. The seniors who were hiding on Shangganling faced the soldiers who had to bombard them a hundred times more violently.

Even more crazy bombing, how on earth persist.

I don’t know how long it took and how many shells I received. Maybe half an hour passed and I received hundreds of shells, or even a little more.

Anyway, Hu Biao and the others felt that it would be an extremely long time.

Suddenly, the sound of cannons finally stopped completely.Hu Biao rushed out of the shell-proof hole at the first opportunity, and he did not forget to shout: "Don't come out, wait until I see the situation."

Afterwards, Hu Biao lay down on the warm trench, picked up his telescope, and looked down the mountain in the dust and smoke that had not completely subsided.

When I saw four directions, there were lobster soldiers with the size of a company, charging towards the four-sided fort.

It was confirmed that the artillery of the Yin Army did not play the trick of a short ceasefire and wait for them to appear on the position before bombarding again, but actually launched an attack.

For this reason, Hu Biao's shrill voice began to rise from Panlonggang: "Everyone, enter the position immediately..."

******
While chewing a grass root in his mouth, he squinted his eyes and aimed at one of the group of lobster soldiers who were sticking their butts out and struggling to climb up the hill.

A second later, Lao Tie pulled the trigger on his fingertip.

After the lobster soldier was shot in the thigh, he could no longer maintain his balance on the hillside and rolled down like a wooden pile.

Even so, Lao Tie still cursed "What the hell".

Mainly because of his high level of archery, he didn't know much about marksmanship. If he had a bow and arrow in his hand, he could kill the target with just one arrow.

Where is the possibility of being dragged back and rescued?

But then again, muskets don’t require physical energy.

With this thought in his mind, Lao Tie turned the wheel, added some ignition powder to the fire door, and was ready to fire again.

By the way, he spit out the chewed grass root in his mouth, took out a new one from his pocket and threw it in.

no way!Because he hadn't drank water for a long time, his mouth was too dry.

Although these roots of unknown grasses had very limited juice and a very bitter taste, in order to get a brief and weak cooling sensation in my mouth, I could only keep stuffing them into my mouth.

Then, before Lao Tie had time to pull the trigger, a loud noise came from behind him.

I don't know who it was, but I threw an explosive.

Without any suspense, the morale of the lobster soldiers collapsed immediately when the five-kilogram explosive bag suddenly exploded.

The lobster soldiers in the direction that was bombed first retreated in great panic.

Two or three seconds slower at most, the lobster soldiers on the other three sides also retreated.

After a few minutes, the Yin army's artillery shells fell intensively again.

The situation shown was similar to that of the "Shame of Jingkang of the Great Song Dynasty" mission in the past, when they guarded Cubing Mountain and when the Jin soldiers fought.

In short, with the help of muskets, fortifications, and explosive packs, the battle on the second day of this mission was quite easy for them.

Except for everyone's injuries, no one died in the battle.

What was different from the mission in the Song Dynasty was that throughout the whole day, not to mention the appearance of reinforcements from the Yangcheng side, there was not even any sound of drums beating in support.

That night!Looking at the situation where the Yin army at the foot of the mountain was tightly surrounded.

There was also the bare appearance of the vegetation on the hillside that had been burned away by the Yin people during their retreat in the afternoon.

What's more important is that as long as they look up, they can see the bright stars in the sky, which means bad news: there will be no rain tomorrow, and it will be another sunny day.

So even if Hu Biao took that little water, he shared it with everyone to moisten their throats.

On Panlonggang, the atmosphere was terrifyingly silent, and there was no more laughter like yesterday...

(End of this chapter)