Bring the whole war back to Nanming

Chapter 58 Bloody Battle in Yangzhou ([-])

At night, on the upper floor of the northern city of Yangzhou, a group of conspicuous flames moved slowly on the city wall.

Holding a wooden stick, Fang Xiaobai pointed at the tiger squatting cannon in front of him, and said solemnly to the people surrounding the cannon: "This thing is called cannon. When you use it, first use this cannon rod to clean the gunpowder in the barrel." Residue, like this!"

Handing the wooden stick to Boris, he picked it up and leaned against the battlements to wipe the cannon barrel, then inserted it into the barrel of the tiger squatting cannon, and cleaned up the debris in a decent manner.

"Did you see it? Just like me, there is nothing in it, and then pour the gunpowder in. As for how much to pour, I don't know, it depends."

After pouring in some gunpowder, Fang Xiaobai picked up the cannonball in the wooden box: "This thing is a cannonball, the gunpowder was poured in just now to push the cannonball out." As he said, he made a pushing movement.

"My lord, why can gunpowder push the shells out?" asked a young man.

"Uh...well, it's very troublesome to explain, and I won't be able to explain it for a while. You just need to know how to use it. I will explain it to you when the Tartars are defeated. Okay, let's get down to business. After all this is done, everyone will see Here, is there a hemp rope?"

Taking advantage of the faint light of the fire, everyone leaned forward to take a closer look and nodded.

"At that time, no one will give you a fire discount. You light this hemp rope and aim at the tartars. This cannon can be fired!"

Oh~ everyone understands.

"Everyone cover your ears, let me show you now, Boris! Torch!"

"Yes!"

Take the torch and align the leads.Spike!Fang Xiaobai hurriedly stepped aside, hid behind the sandbag, and covered his ears.

boom!The solid shell rushed out of the gun barrel, streaked a red-yellow flame outside the dark city, and blasted straight into the corpse pile on the north bank of the moat river, splashing a pile of dead corpses.

The people were dumbfounded. They had never come into contact with the iron guy and would never know how powerful it was.

Instructing the imperial swordsmen to protect their safety, Fang Xiaobai left the city, and Boris, who went down the stairs next to him, asked, "My lord, we can train the imperial soldiers to become artillery. There is no need to go around a big circle to find civilians."

Fang Xiaobai walked alone, for a long time, he said: "Boris, what do you think is the most in Yangzhou City?"

"Of course it's the people, the houses."

"Then let me ask you again, what do you lack the most?"

Boris couldn't answer for a moment, he thought about it carefully, and decided to take a gamble: "I think it's food."

Fang Xiaobai smiled and shook his head: "No, what Yangzhou City lacks most is soldiers, soldiers, and fighters who dare to fight the Tartars head-on! Look at these people. They are afraid of death. They don't have formal training. A group of cannon fodder, let the common people and the Tartars fight hand-to-hand and die, and hand-to-hand combat is what we are good at, why do you think I use my own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths?"

Boris was awakened by his words, and he smiled awkwardly: "I fell into a fixed mindset, thank you sir for telling me the answer."

"Hehe, it's a small matter. Let's go back to the residence to rest while it's still early. There will be more fights tomorrow."

Fang Xiaobai and Boris parted ways, and each returned to their residences to recuperate.

Returning to his residence, Ling Baliu's familiar voice echoed in his mind again, and a light screen appeared at the same time.

"It was detected that Xiaobai was in a special historical event, the defense of Yangzhou, and a hidden mission was triggered: Mission [-]: Bloody battle in Yangzhou, mission content: defend Yangzhou city for ten days, if there is still one place in Yangzhou that is resisting, it will be deemed that Yangzhou has not fallen. Mission rewards : Fifty designated cards, [-] reinforcements from random forces, please pay attention to the south after ten days. Task [-]: ???"

What do the three big question marks mean?Obviously, Ling Baliu was not going to explain, Fang Xiaobai didn't bother to ask, it seems that the risk and the reward are directly proportional, fifty cards, [-] reinforcements, just thinking about it makes me excited.

silent night...

In the early morning of the next day, after breakfast, the Tartars loaded up the siege equipment and attacked the north gate again.

"Grandma, they haven't stopped in the morning! The artillery team! Wait until they are ready to cross the river and shoot them for me!"

Fang Xiaobai took a mouthful of flatbread and a mouthful of green onions, without stopping.

The Tatars, unaware of the change in the garrison, rowed across the river and prepared to cut the rope holding up the moat.

The newly recruited artillery militia on the top of the city adjusted the angle and moved the artillery according to their own feelings.

bang bang bang!The artillery at the head of the city opened fire one by one, and dozens of bullet-bed crossbows fired at the Tazi crossing troops on the north bank of the moat.

The Tiger Crouching Cannon was in the hands of a group of militia men who were not even considered professional, so it could not show its true strength. Fortunately, the Tartars were densely packed and did not need precise aiming. The results of this round of artillery shells and arrows were not bad.

Several small boats crossing the river were blown to pieces, with the Tatars on board dead and wounded and unconscious. Tatar corpses were floating on the moat, and their blood dyed the turbid river water bright red.

"Damn it!" Fang Xiaobai was startled by the sound of the artillery, and peeked out quietly. Good guy, he really deserves to be the God of War. He bombarded a lot of people, and he was in a good mood. Yesterday the bulls smashed him, and today he bombarded him Son, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, Feng Shui turns around.

"Good fight! The brothers of the artillery team add meat to their lunch!"

"Thank you sir!"

The militiamen who fired the cannons cupped their hands in Fang Xiaobai's direction to express their gratitude.

The small casualties of hundreds of people did not dispel the determination of the Tartars to attack. Some Tartars crossed the moat against the rain of arrows from the Avalon sisters and cut off the ropes on the suspension bridge.

boom!When the suspension bridge landed, the Tartar army swarmed up, and a large number of Tartar crossbowmen advanced in range, shooting at the Avalon sisters at a distance of two hundred steps.

At first, the bow and arrow smeared with manure and poison shot the female elf. If she was lucky, she was shot at the limbs and armor. If she was unlucky, she died on the spot.

The Avalon sisters immediately fought back.The effect of hundreds of years of training was immediate: when the Tartars thought that their superb bow skills suppressed the archers of the Ming army and were complacent, hundreds of armor-piercing arrows pierced through the sword and shield guards of the guards and shot them in the body.

Screams came one after another, and hundreds of crossbowmen and sword and shield wielders lay half-dead in the mud, exhaling more than exhaling.

"The coated servants went up to seize the top of the city, while the Manchurian warriors held on to the bumper and smashed open the city gate!"

The two Niu Lu worked together in a division of labor. One led the army to attack the city gate, and the other led the Han army and the coated slaves to pretend to attack the city wall to contain the firepower of the defenders.

Boom!Boom!The tall and strong city gate made a dull sound under the impact of the wooden impact. Boris led 500 imperial pikemen to move out various furniture from nearby houses and put them behind the city gate.

In a matter of seconds, the furniture on it would collapse due to violent vibrations.Boris had to direct soldiers back and forth to repair.

"General! We haven't seen the Tartars run out of energy if this continues."

"Are you just watching the Tartars smash into the city gate? Don't talk too much, go up!"

Boris was roaring, and the imperial soldiers gritted their teeth, dropped the furniture in their hands, and blocked the impact with their bodies.

"Hold on! Sigma bless!"

"For the Empire!"

Bounced away again and again, and rushed back to the city gate again and again, the imperial soldiers with faith exerted strength beyond their physical bodies, and the trembling of the city gate unexpectedly became smaller.

Outside the city, the Tatar monk Zhang Er was confused. He had a decent collision just now, but why was he not moving at all now?

"What are you doing in a daze! Hit!"

Niu Lu's whip beat the tartar who was stunned in place, and the latter hurriedly fled back to his post in pain and continued to operate the log.

On the other side, the coated slaves who boarded the siege ladder once again showed their desperate offensive, climbing up the city top one after another, and even if they were chopped to the point of crying for their fathers, they would fight to the death.

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