Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

When I went out to have a look, I saw fires everywhere in Yingzhou camp.

More than a dozen pillars of smoke connected the sky and the earth together, and the gloomy sky seemed to be blackened by the smoke, pressing down on the top of people's heads.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

There were heart-piercing shouts from Ming army soldiers everywhere, and with the screams, "Boom!" It seemed that something was projected into the camp.

Su Mu raised his head, but saw more than a dozen black dots flying across the sky in the distance, and when they landed, there was a loud noise.

"How could this Tatar have artillery? If this is the case, things will be troublesome." Su Mu didn't care about that much, and with all his strength, he found the direction and ran forward.

As a staff officer next to the emperor, he had to be on the front line when necessary to truly grasp the enemy's situation.Otherwise, if the emperor asked him what happened on the front line, how should he answer?

In fact, the Tatars surrounded them three times and attacked from north, south, and west at the same time. Now they no longer need to find their direction. They only need to run towards the place where the killing sound is the loudest and the crowd is the most.

After running for a few hundred meters, he finally arrived at the gate of the west house, jumped in front of the fence and looked west, Su Mu suddenly took a deep breath.

However, a line of up to a thousand Tatars held spears and thick shields to resist the crossbows that kept shooting past, and walked forward step by step.

Behind them, there are more than three thousand teams.

This is still the Xizhai Gate. It is conceivable that this time the Tatars attacked, the first wave alone concentrated more than 1 people.

It is estimated that the little prince probably also realized that the Ming army in the other five towns was starting to advance towards the battlefield, so he was anxious.

Through fighting all day yesterday, the little prince has fully realized how inferior the fighting power of the Ming army is.Even though he had a favorable location and city defense, he was still beaten to shame by himself yesterday.Today, if we just work harder, we may not be able to win the old camp of Yingzhou and capture Zhengde alive.

However, capturing the emperor of the Ming Dynasty alive was an irresistible temptation for him, no matter in terms of political influence or practical benefits.

Therefore, he did not retreat at this point, but continued to attack.

Just because they realized that time was running out, the Tatars' attack seemed extraordinarily crazy.

This is also Su Mu's guess about the little prince's psychology at the moment. If it were him, he would probably bet on it.

It can be seen that the Tatars' attack today is different from yesterday's hasty attack, and they are fully prepared.

Several huge catapults were erected in the enemy's main formation.

"Huh, huh, huh, huh!" Amidst the rhythmic shouts, "Squeak!" The sound of the rope tightening resounded through the sky, even after such a distance, even in a noisy battlefield, the sound was still clearly audible, Makes the scalp tingle.

These catapults are ten meters high and require two hundred soldiers to operate them. Standing in the wilderness, they look like giant beasts.

Behind the trebuchet were piled stones the size of millstones, and the Tatar soldiers put the big stones in their pockets behind the huge throwing arm and fired them fiercely.

At this time, Su Mu realized that the little black dots he saw when he went out were not shells.

In the mid-Ming Dynasty, with the appearance of portable angle-adjustable and powerful artillery, the catapult has withdrawn from the stage of history.

Therefore, the Ming army did not prevent the Tatars from doing this to themselves.

I also didn't expect that the Tatars could build such a huge catapult overnight.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

Stones weighing dozens of catties were thrown continuously, and the Tatars' main camp was more than one mile away from the Yingzhou camp, just outside the range of the Ming army's artillery.

But even so, the artillery stone could easily hit the camp of the Ming army.In addition, the kinetic energy generated after a long-distance flight cannot be resisted by non-manpower.

A stone the size of a millstone hit the dirt wall, and the wall collapsed as expected, the mud splashed, and a large group of yellow dust filled the air. Even after a distance of 20 meters, Su Mu was still choked and coughed. There was dust all over his head and face.

"Stop it, stop it!" an officer yelled, beating his subordinates with their scabbards.

A dozen or so soldiers of the Ming army came to their senses, carrying the linen sacks they had already prepared, and desperately blocked the opening.

"Boom!" A stone hit the fence, and the apparently indestructible wooden fence, as thick as a human arm, was broken like a glass pillar, and the two soldiers behind were rushed away.

The dense sawdust danced wildly, and a soldier was stabbed with blood all over his face. He fell to the ground and kept shouting: "My mother, my mother!"

Su Mu was dumbfounded, he didn't expect the trebuchet to be so powerful.

Compared with the artillery of the Ming army, it is simply a child's play.

It can be seen that the eliminated weapons are not powerful enough.

According to historical records, the trebuchets of the Tang Dynasty were larger in size. If this is the case, it is unknown how powerful they were.

After a whole day of fighting yesterday, Su Mu was already familiar with ancient warfare.But today, this kind of cold weapon war has shown its more majestic and cruel side.

On such a battlefield where tens of thousands of people are fighting, the power of an individual seems so insignificant.

Another cannonball was thrown, but this time it used an earthen jar filled with kerosene. As soon as it hit the ground, the flames spread uncontrollably.

More than a dozen Ming soldiers carried their pockets and poured the sand that had been prepared, and hurriedly put out the fire.

Then, another stone flew over.This time it happened to be in the middle of the team.

This stone is very large, according to Su Mu's visual inspection, it is at least four feet in diameter.

First of all, one person was smashed into meat paste, and then the stone bounced up suddenly, rolling in the screaming crowd, and the dozen or so soldiers who put out the fire were bounced away at the same time, lying on the ground like sackcloth , Seeing that he couldn't survive.

At this time, the shells that had lost their potential energy stopped.

Looking closely, the stone has turned red, and it is stained with a red and white liquid that cannot be named.

The "bang" sound continued, with flames everywhere and thick smoke everywhere.

While Su Mu was shocked, his hands and feet felt cold for a while.Although it is a cold weapon war, its scale is not overwhelming that of modern warfare.

Standing there blankly, Su Mu even forgot to dodge.

Fortunately, the Tatars' trebuchet finally stopped after launching for a while.

Because the hoplites had already arrived on the battlefield, they were firing at this time, and they might accidentally injure their own people.

"Wow!" The sound of footsteps came in order. Looking up, the Tatars had already walked 100 meters away from the old Yingzhou camp.

"Go back to your position, go back to your position."

"Archer, archer!"

"Musket, shoot, shoot!" Ming army officers shouted loudly.

The smoke filled the air, and there was chaos everywhere, with horrific screams interspersed, like hell on earth.

"Bachelor, bachelor, why are you here?" At this moment, a hoarse voice came.

Su Mu turned his head and looked, Wang Xun came to reinforce with a team.

"Heard the noise from here, come and have a look." Su Mu's throat started to hurt again, and he spoke in the same low and hoarse voice.