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Chapter 420 The Storm of Iron and Fire 2

"Set arrows, shoot arrows, hold them down!" Chu Ying was not completely dazzled by the easy victory. After leading the charge to boost morale, Chu Ying gradually fell into the second echelon. Seeing a figure shaking on the top of the city, he immediately gave the correct order and called on the strong archers beside him to block it with arrows.

This is not due to his duplicitous character, but to the Jurchens' fighting style. In addition to serving as a guard and a death squad, Bagala also has an important responsibility, supervising the battle team.

Soldiers who fought bravely would be rewarded and promoted, while those who retreated in battle would be severely punished. If you die in battle, your family can still enjoy the war achievements and spoils of war, but if you refuse to fight, your family will suffer together, and if you don't protect everything, you will become slaves.

Not only middle- and lower-level soldiers and officers, but senior officers and even Baylors also follow this rule. If Chu Ying loses the battle and the enemy has no obvious advantage, Nurhachi will be spurned by other Baylors, leaders and tribesmen even if he continues to favor him.

Therefore, in the late Ming Dynasty and the early Qing Dynasty, in addition to the advantages of their own lifestyle, the Jurchen army had commanders who fought bravely and did not hesitate to take the lead, which was also the main reason why they could always defeat more with less.

"Boom...boom, boom, boom..." But this time was an exception. The whistling arrows did not block the danger of the city. The figure was gone, but it caused a series of loud noises.

"Ah..." Chu Ying didn't have time to see clearly what happened. She only felt that her body was hit by a crazy blind bear. She jumped up from the horse and rolled back. Even her consciousness was knocked away. The final reflection All that caught the eye were the clouds of gray smoke coming out of the city.

More than 30 field guns were fired in less than five seconds. The huge noise caused shocked everyone except the gunners, including Wang Xiangqian, the Minister of War, who had plugged his ears with cotton balls in advance.

At the same time, the huge lethality produced stunned everyone under the city. Without exception, even the Jurchens who were defeated by the Ming army and leading the charge were blown to pieces and scattered in all directions.

"Beep beep...clear the barrel...change the shrapnel...get ready...fire!"

In this world, apart from the buzzing of melon seeds in the head, there are only a few voices that are not loud but very sad and screaming. Just when people still didn't know what happened, another series of earth-shaking explosions broke out, shaking the tiles on the tower.

"Beep beep...clear the barrel...shrapnel..." followed by another sharp whistle, and then another shrill scream.

"No, no, we are our own...ah! Run, run..."

Finally, some smart people in the city summed up the pattern from the first two loud noises. They knew that after the whistle, there would definitely be another loud noise, and then several people nearby would be turned into minced meat. They quickly got up from the ground, crying and begging while their heads were spinning. He ran to both sides without turning back.

Hong Tao didn't move from beginning to end, and didn't even change his posture. He still stood by the crenel holding a telescope with one hand and watching the scene below the city with one eye.

However, in front of him stood a row of tall shields with a wooden frame. The shield surface was covered with hot-forged steel sheets more than a minute thick, and the surface was hardened. It should be enough to defend against arrows. A few arrows did hit it just now, but without exception, they all bounced away, leaving no obvious traces.

"After this round of shotgun shells, replace it with heavy grenades, bearing 40, scale 400 steps!" He was not only watching the fun, but also acted as the chief gunner, and from time to time announced the ammunition selection and parameters for the next round of bombardment to the nearest gunner.

"Zhang Yongling!" After arranging the artillery fire at Zhu Yuan, Hong Tao waved to the horse road and called up a man wearing official uniform but wearing a round helmet. "My slave is here..." Sure enough, this thin, dark man who was less than forty years old was an internal official.

"It's your musketeer team's turn. Tell them not to be afraid. Just treat it as training and do it in the usual way. You will win today!" Hong Tao first grinned with a harmless smile, and then stretched out his hand. The other person patted him on the shoulder, comforting and encouraging him, and his eyes were full of expectation.

"Long live my lord, please rest assured. If there is anyone who is afraid, I will behead you as an apology!"

Zhang Yongling, originally a disciple of Wang An, was later sent to the Royal Horse Supervisor as the supervisor of the Fourth Guard Camp, responsible for training the orphans in the Temple of Europa. In the fifth year of Jingyang (1609), he personally led the orphans to attack and kill the Jinyiwei commander Luo Sigong and the commander Zhao Mengxiang in Nanhaizi.

Later, he was sent to Ren Qianhu, the new Archguard Division of Jinyiwei, but he never took up the post. Instead, he followed the emperor's order to stay in the Europa Temple and continue to train orphans. Now he is one of the three chiefs of the Kato Division, in charge of the musketry team, which has 270 members with an average age of 16 years old.

At this age, in future generations, she would only be in the third grade of junior high school, and she would be protected by the Minors Protection Law, so she would be considered a flower. But in the Ming Dynasty, he was already a standard adult. If he added the prefix of "orphan", he would probably be even more mature.

After receiving four years of training, some unqualified candidates are screened out, and the remaining ones can skillfully use, maintain, and simply repair firearms, and can achieve a score of 3 out of 100 at a distance of 10 steps with a rate of fire of 7 rounds per minute.

This small-scale musketry team is the grassroots officers and instructors prepared by Hong Tao for the army. Based on the data from participating in small-scale actual combat in North Korea, it is estimated that it can defeat about five times the cavalry attack in the field. If there are simple fortifications, the number will be doubled.

But fighting is not a mathematical problem, and it is impossible to test the effect simply by relying on estimates and small-scale sneak attacks. Today is their first large-scale actual battle. Whether they are a mule or a horse will depend on the next few hours.

"Where are the Alhatutu? Where are the Alhatutu? They are rubbish, a bunch of rubbish! Find them quickly, otherwise our whole family will become slaves! Drum, drum, let the short-armored cavalry charge, Bagara, follow me!"

Anfeiyanggu was no longer in the mood to think about what happened on the top of the city. Now he was like an eagle that had been kicked by a cunning rabbit and fell to the ground. He endured the severe pain and flapped his wings, desperately looking for Chu Ying.

A series of loud noises and explosions had just occurred, which not only turned the charging infantry team into a pot of porridge, but also blew up the large troops following behind.

Looking around, there were potholes and torn bodies everywhere with wisps of white smoke coming out. People were running, horses were neighing, and no one knew when the next loud noise would be heard, let alone whether there would be an explosion around them.

What worried the Jurchen generals even more was not the attack from the top of the city, but the retreat of the Ming army. After these people were suddenly hit by an indiscriminate attack from the top of the city, they immediately regarded the city gate as the only way to survive as the most dangerous place. They turned around and ran away, and soon got mixed up with the Jurchen army.

(End of this chapter)