In the Southern Song Dynasty, I competed with Mongolia for the world

Chapter 533 It’s not difficult to fight a war
A shock wave came towards me. Fortunately, Du Boli was far away and had guards around him. With a crash, all three or four people were rushed to the ground.

When he got up with a look of panic and squatted down again, he saw screams everywhere ten steps away in front of him, and more than a dozen people squatting to hide from the shells at the top of the city fell to the ground.

The entire area was blown up.

"Hiss" Du Boli took a breath of air, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Then the Song Army's artillery shells fell one after another towards the city.

The explosion rate after landing is basically more than 90%. Boom, the city head explodes from time to time, and people are turned upside down.

Du Boli was so frightened that he pissed himself and hurried down to the city.

After several rounds of artillery fire from the Song army, there was no one standing within a hundred steps of the city.

At this time, Zhang Hui waved his hand, and the peasants who had been prepared for a long time ran forward carrying earth bags.

The Persian officers further away from the city shouted and asked people to go over and shoot with arrows, but no one dared to go over.

Wow, everyone subconsciously straightened their backs.

This is no joke. The Persians' bows are less professional than those of the Mongols. The main reason is that they were defeated by the Mongols. Most of the resources used in the war were given priority to the Mongols.

After the sound of the artillery finally stopped, he felt his ears and head buzzing.

"There is no one at the top of the city. There is no one at the top of the city. Don't panic. Speed ​​up and move forward." The officers continued to shout.

Then the carriage arrived and the bombs began to be carried.

He laid down the large shield and the unique steel gun of the Song Army, and quickly formed a small bridge so that everyone could run across it without jumping.

Song Xiong and Song Zhuang knew that the carriage contained gunpowder, or bombs, specifically designed to blow up city gates.

Each of the more than 100 Song troops took the lead and ran across the moat, swarming around the city gate.

"Walk, walk, stay away."

"The moat in front of the city gate can be crossed. The front row listens to the order and goes forward."

By this time, they had arrived at the moat, and saw that there were piles of sandbags underneath. The water had just reached a few inches of the sandbags, and they could settle down.

Are you kidding? The Song Army's artillery shells will explode when they fall. No one dares to pass by.

"Drive" Just when Song Xiong and Song Zhuang were following the large army, Song Jun came up behind them pulling a carriage.

Then the lower left corner of the city gate was lowered. After a while, another bomb came from behind and was lowered to the lower right corner of the city gate.

The two brothers Song Xiong and Song Zhuang were in the first and second rows respectively. They were both a little panicked. After all, they were at the front. They stared at the city head at the same time, fearing that a row of Persians would suddenly appear and face them. They shoot arrows.

The bomb was about the size of a bucket, with handles at both ends. Two Song soldiers carried it left and right and quickly crossed the river.

"Okay, good job, each person will be rewarded with five silver coins." As soon as Song Jun's voice fell, the group of Persians also shouted happily.

Many of the local lords' subordinates even had homemade bows, so of course their power was weak.

Of course what he said is a bit exaggerated, but the foundation of Shiraz City is indeed not good. It was built of wood and mud at first. Later, it was improved after the Mongolian army came and bluestone was added. However, it was bombarded so indiscriminately by the Song army. It's a bit overwhelming, and the front of the city is a bit tilted.

Although there is already a cannon foundry in Borneo, they are stationed far away and have never heard the sound of artillery before. Today, the artillery has exhausted them. Song Xiong is feeling better. He keeps covering his ears with his hands. Song Zhuang is stunned. His mouth was open in a daze, and he didn't know how to cover his ears.

"Get ready." Just as the two of them lowered their heads and whispered, the officer's voice came from behind.

Every time the artillery fired, they couldn't help but shudder.

The officers signaled the people who had just arrived to disperse to both sides, twenty steps away from the city gate.

Behind them, someone was looking at the city head with a telescope from a high place. The city of Shiraz was not high. The Song army had built a tall wooden ladder. Through the telescope, they could see that there were no Persians standing on the city head. They had just grown. The artillery fire that lasted for half an hour had beaten the Persians to death.

The civilian husband immediately ran back and reported to Song Jun that he could stand up and the water only reached his heels.

"Don't panic. When you see an arrow coming, just lower your head and raise your shield. Your armor is thick and the Persians' bows are weak. It will be difficult for them to hit you hard within thirty steps." The Song Army officer comforted from behind.

Boom, another cannonball quickly fell on the top of the city. The group of Persians who had just come up above turned around and ran away in fright, and then ran away again.

When the Song army conquered the Balni Kingdom, they did not use artillery very much.

Song Xiong and Song Zhuang saw the Song Army's specialized bombs for the first time.

The farmers didn't fill in much, so they just filled in the section in front of the south gate. In less than half an hour, they filled it to the point where they could stand. One farmer tried to stand for a while, with half of his boots in the water, and he was able to stand firm.

The Persians watched helplessly as the peasants slowly filled in the moat.

With a roar, the armored soldiers of the brigade began to move forward.

At this time, an officer thought of a way: "You guys, give me your shields."

The two brothers turned their heads to each other at this time, glanced at each other, and both felt how terrifying Song Jun was.

The last section of the civilian husbands is really not very good. They need to jump over it. Song Jun can only jump forward one by one.

"Go, go, hurry up." The officer behind urged him. Song Xiong took the lead and stepped into the water. His feet were a little soft and he almost fell. Fortunately, there was someone around him who helped him, and everyone hurriedly ran across the river.

The cannon exploded very close to Song Xiong and Song Zhuang, and they were also shocked.

"It's like thunder from the sky, it feels like the sky is shattering and the earth is shattering. The city of Shiraz is about to fall." Song Xiong said in shock.

They arrived at the city gate smoothly all the way, because the Song army's artillery stopped for a while, and Persians holding bows appeared above. After seeing it, the man with the telescope immediately ordered to fight again.

At this time, some Persians further away from the city had already tried to shoot arrows here, but they were afraid of the Song army's artillery. The distance was relatively far, and the Song army was huddled under the city wall, so it was really difficult to shoot.

Brothers Song Xiong and Song Zhuang are standing together with a group of companions, only three hundred steps away from the city gate and only a dozen steps away from the artillery.

Song Xiong squatted on the ground with his shield at his side. He didn't care about the arrows outside and was not afraid at all.

Seeing that the Song army was so bold, they did not take them seriously. The Persians at the top of the city were also anxious. Some people tried to come over, but as soon as they came over, the Song army's artillery fired. When the Song army's artillery fired, the Persians were frightened. Just run.

Song Xiong and Song Zhuang who were under the city wall were trembling, fearing that the Song Army's artillery would accidentally fall under the city wall.

The Song Army's many artillery pieces just failed to fire, and not every shot could reach the top of the city.

Fortunately, this fear did not last long.

It only took a while.

"Cover your ears and raise your shield." The officers shouted wildly.

Everyone had been notified in advance. This time, even Song Zhuang covered his ears, and then he and Song Xiong held up the shield and raised it above their heads.

The two people's shields were stacked on top of each other, and their bodies were tightly leaning on each other. This was the case for everyone.

Less than ten seconds passed.

"Boom" and "boom" there were three earth-shaking loud noises at the scene.

The Song army placed three giant bombs outside the city gate.

Du Boli had already blocked the city gate in the city, but his temporary blockade could not stop the best explosives of this era.

In addition, the foundation of Shiraz City was originally poor, and the city gates that were exploded collapsed instantly, spreading to both sides.

The Song army dozens of steps away was also affected, and large pieces of mud and rocks rolled down.

Bang bang bang, Song Xiong and Song Zhuang felt heavy objects falling on the shields above their heads from time to time. Finally, there was a bang, as if a very heavy object fell. The hit made their arms weak, and the shields also hit their helmets. "Ah yo." Song Xiong screamed and sat down on the ground.

The two of them couldn't hold their shields firmly and almost flew away.

When the two of them stood up unsteadily, they realized that a huge piece of gravel had fallen down. They looked up and looked around, and they couldn't even imagine it.

The three bombs of the Song Army not only collapsed the city gate, but the city walls within more than 20 steps on both sides of the city gate also collapsed everywhere, and more than 20 Song soldiers were even injured.

But now was not the time to think about that. An officer stood up and shouted, "Up, up, up."

Song Zhuang turned around and wanted to crawl, but Song Xiong pulled him: "Go forward, you fool."

It's not easy to climb here, but there's a gap ahead where it's easier to climb.

The two hurriedly followed the crowd forward, and then climbed up along the gap.

The Persians in the city were also staggered by the bombing, but they must have known that the Song army was about to be invaded by ants.

A large number of Persians also climbed up the wall from behind the city at this time.

As soon as Song Xionghe and Song Zhuang climbed up, they met a group of Persians.

At this time, the Persians also knew that the Song army would not fire artillery, and if they fired artillery, they would hit their own people: "Kill."

"Drive them down." The Persians roared and rushed forward, waving their Persian scimitars.

Song Xiong and Song Zhuang looked at each other, thinking of the battle formations in training, and made actions in unison.

Song Xiong held a shield in the air with one hand, the position was just right so that he could see the opposite side with his eyes.

From the opposite side, only their eyes can be seen.

Song Zhuang threw down his shield and squatted down. From the gap under Song Xiong's shield, he stabbed him with a gun.

"Ah" the Persian on the other side screamed and fell to the ground.

Whoosh, Song Zhuang stabbed and then retracted, retracted and stabbed again. He was squatting on the ground and was blocked by Song Xiong's big shield. He could only see the feet on the opposite side, so he stabbed the feet specifically.

The Song troops around him were all like this. One person was holding up a shield, and the other was squatting on the ground and poking his feet.

The Persians had never seen this kind of fighting method. As soon as a batch came up, they were knocked to the ground.

At this time, Song Zhuang quickly got up and stabbed the people lying on the ground one by one. Each time he stabbed someone, he shouted in his heart: "One silver coin."

"Two silver coins."

According to the Song army, if you kill an enemy soldier, you will be rewarded with one silver coin.

He teamed up with Song Xiong, and the two of them split the score equally.

"Be careful." Suddenly an officer shouted.

A group of Persian archers came up from behind. Seeing that many people in front were stabbed by the Song army, they started shooting at the Song army.

The Song army raised their shields and lowered their heads, but many people were still shot. Fortunately, the Song army had thick armor and suffered few casualties. After the screams, Song Xiong shouted: "Up, up, up."

Be the first to rush forward.

The Song army roared and rushed forward with guns. The shouts of killing rose to the sky from the top of the city. The Persians and Song soldiers were constantly climbing up from behind.

At this time, the Song army adjusted the angle of its artillery and began to fire deeper into the city, mainly to attack the Persian reinforcements gathered in the city.

Song Xiong and Song Zhuang had been up there for less than a quarter of an hour, and less than half of them were still standing.

Song Xiong and Song Zhuang both suffered minor injuries. Song Xiong had abandoned his spear and took a Persian scimitar in his hand, holding a knife in one hand and a shield in front of him.

He was like a tank, protecting Song Zhuang. Song Zhuang abandoned his shield, so he followed Song Xiong with a spear, stabbing others in the legs and feet whenever he got the chance.

After stabbing the person over, go up and stab him in the heart.

It was unfamiliar at first, but then it became more and more familiar.

Two-quarters of an hour after they went up, a group of fusiliers from the Song Army finally arrived.

The Song army had not even crossed the moat. They were on the other side of the moat, facing the Persians at the top of the city.

Bang bang bang, there was loud gunfire at the scene, and the densely packed Persians were beaten and turned on their backs, screaming in agony.

After several rows of flintlock guns were fired, the Persians at the top of the city did not dare to stand. Many of the smarter ones squatted to ensure that they would not be hit by the Song army.

But squatting still has to face close combat infantry like Song Xiong and Song Zhuang of the Song Army, which is not easy to fight.

The Persians were retreating steadily, and fewer and fewer people came to the city, while more and more people from the Song army came to the city.

Half an hour later, the Song army gradually controlled the position within 500 steps to the left and right of the city gate. At this time, a large number of fusiliers began to climb up.

Song Xiong and Song Zhuang had been fighting for half an hour. Both of them were slightly injured and very tired. Just when they thought they might die in battle today, there was a voice from an officer behind them.

"All the second generals, one battalion and three capitals are going down. Go down and take turns to rest. Go down."

"What?" Song Xiong was overjoyed, but the scene was too noisy and he couldn't hear clearly. He asked Song Zhuang again: "What did you hear?"

"Go down, go down, Sandu's go down and rotate." Someone on the side said happily: "Let's go quickly."

Song Xiong pulled Song Zhuang down without saying a word.

Song Zhuang was still holding the gun and wanted to rush forward, but Song Xiong dragged him down.

They were the first group to go up to the city wall, with more than a hundred people in each. When they finally got down to the city wall, Song Xiong looked around and saw that there were only more than thirty people left.

Many brothers died fighting on it. Of course, there were still injured people lying on it. Before they were dragged down, it is estimated that more than half of the losses were suffered.

Everyone was squatting under the city wall, panting, and everyone felt like they were surviving a disaster.

Looking around again, tens of thousands of Song troops were densely packed, climbing up like ants in a steady stream. They should know that the city of Shiraz has been captured.

"It's not difficult to fight." Song Xiong murmured at this time.

"Hahaha." Someone laughed around.

It's certainly not difficult for them to live.

Song Zhuang was also very happy at this moment. He was not seriously injured. He was shot with an arrow in his chest, but it seemed that his armor was thick enough and the arrow did not penetrate deeply. It hurt some fur. He was slightly hurt by a knife on his left leg. He He lowered his head and carefully opened the armor and found that the wound was not deep.

Song Jun now has a high degree of alcohol, so disinfection should be fine.

Zhao Yurui first built a regenerative cracking furnace, then produced ethylene, then synthesized ethanol with high-grade green vitriol (sulfuric acid), and then created fulminate, which helped the flintlock gun evolve from an ignition type to a firing type. lay the foundation.

At first, ethanol was produced to make fulminant. Later, ethanol was used in many aspects, and it could also replace gasoline as an incendiary bomb.

Just when Song Zhuang was looking at his wounds, a group of Song soldiers holding flintlock guns passed by them.

"Are there any injuries that need to be disinfected?" Song Jun asked.

"Me, me, me." Many people raised their hands.

(End of this chapter)