At This Moment, All Mankind Thinks That I Am The Eternal!

bang bang bang!

There was a dull thud from the mortars.

Hundreds of shells, drawing a perfect parabola, hit the Mongolian soldiers and the two Tartars who were charging hundreds of meters away!

They are wondering right now.

Why did the Ming army throw this thing over here?

In the past, didn't they use cannons to shoot solid cannonballs weighing more than ten kilograms and use the impact force of the cannonballs to injure people?

Why are you making such small shells now? Why is the shape so strange?

Are you sure this shit can hurt people?

The two Tartars couldn't help laughing, but when the shells exploded, they realized how ridiculous they were.

Boom!

Terrible shells exploded wildly.

The crowd suddenly burst into flames, screaming again and again.

A large number of war horses and soldiers were blown to pieces on the spot, and the indomitable charging lineup instantly became chaotic.

This time Chongzhen went to battle, but he brought out all his inventory, and there were hundreds of mortars alone.

One hundred mortars lined up!

Two gunners were half-kneeling beside each mortar.

A main gunner is responsible for igniting and firing, and the sub-gunner is responsible for clearing the gun chamber and delivering the shells. One round after another is uninterrupted bombardment. On average, a shell can be fired in a few seconds!

This kind of intensive and terrifying bombardment, combined with the massive amount of blooming bombs, is definitely a desperate and terrifying existence.

A round of shells fell in the crowd and rumbled and exploded!

The terrifying air wave not only blew people and horses apart, but many people died on the spot because of the shock.

All kinds of shrapnel and steel balls are even more difficult to guard against. Most of the soldiers within ten meters around the explosion site fell to the ground screaming, because the shrapnel had already unknowingly penetrated into their bodies!

With luck, one cannonball can kill seven or eight people on the spot, make more than a dozen people around them lose their combat effectiveness, and be seriously injured by the shock on the spot!

Even if it is bad luck and misses, it is enough to create a terrifying momentum, scaring the horses to neigh and scurrying in panic!

"What the hell, what kind of artillery are these?"

Mongolian soldiers and the two Tartars are scared to pee (bbed)!

Azig and the Jiannu cavalry with the white flag were also scared to pee!

The old soldiers of the Beijing camp who were watching the battle from a distance were also stunned.

Everyone originally thought that a charge on the opposite side would kill the Divine Machine Battalion, but watching these gunners calmly load the shells and fire the artillery again and again, everyone suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

What kind of magic weapon is this, so terrifying?

Are your eyes dazzled? Or are you hallucinating?

"This, what kind of divine artifact is this? Its power is even stronger than that of a wooden handle grenade, and its lethality to densely packed enemies can be described as slaughter! 99

"This should be the legendary artillery, what a terrible thing!

"It's no wonder they put up such a lineup. They are not afraid of the enemy's cavalry charging."

"It would be great if my Daqin had such artillery, any enemy can easily kill them!"

Daqin generals exclaimed and shocked, envy and jealous!

Ying Zheng couldn't help but be stunned. He couldn't help but be greedy. This mortar is really quite scary.

Even Chongzhen had never seen such a scene!

This was the first large-scale use of the mortar since its development, and the effect made Chongzhen unable to hold back his tongue.

Only Ji Han frowned slightly.

He did not marvel at the power of the mortar, but observed it secretly, and only he found that the explosion rate of the mortar could not reach 100%!

Many shells did not explode after landing!

This should be the reason why the fuse fails.

Although this failure rate is not high, about one-tenth, but these shells left on the battlefield will bring huge risks to the soldiers who will clean the battlefield next.

If the soldiers cleaning the battlefield exploded, and everyone would be killed by the explosion, it would be very troublesome to deal with these things.

"It seems that the mercury fuze must be made as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too backward to use fire to light it!"

Ji Han muttered in dissatisfaction!

But he didn't know that even a cannonball that was so backward in his eyes was a godlike product in this era.

In just a few dozen breaths, more than a thousand shots washed the enemy in front!

More than 20,000 Mongolian soldiers and the two Tartars suffered heavy losses, countless scenes of broken hands, broken feet and bloodshed, which made Azig, a madman, unable to help but tremble with fear.

"Rush over, hurry over!" Azige roared hysterically: "Once the artillery fire of the Ming army gets close, it will become scrap iron, you are afraid of shit, rush! Those who retreat will be killed, those who advance will be rewarded with three Han female slaves!

"Kill! 35

Under the reward, there must be a brave man!

These Mongolian soldiers and the two Tartars are all desperadoes.

Everyone has long put life and death aside, gold and silver jewelry and women are the kingly way, and this is also the most exciting thing.

In a burst of roars, these guys attacked again, pulled up their horses and forcibly drove the speeding, directly killing the Ming army!

They knew that once they entered the battle formation of the Ming army, the battle would be won, because the infantry could not stop their stampede and crush.

But just as they burst out of the mortar bombing circle!

Huang Degong sneered disdainfully, and he immediately ordered: "The mortar gunners retreat, no conscience, fire!"

"Yes!

The gunners quickly withdrew their mortars into the army formation.

They put away their mortars and picked up their guns, again an ordinary shooter.

As for the unconscionable cannons, they had already been placed properly, and small pits were dug in front of the army formation, and then forty or fifty large iron buckets were placed.

"what is this?"

Everyone was stunned again!

This thing seems to be called a conscience gun?

Holy crap, it's also a cannon?

This thing is obviously dozens of times bigger than the mortar hole. Can this thing be fired?

When everyone was puzzled, one by one, the soldiers put the large lit gunpowder packets directly into the vat, and then everyone covered their ears together.

"Seeking Flower Evaluation Ticket".