Dominate the Country

ps: It's been a week. So sad...

The gun smoke disappeared without a trace under the mountain wind. The Qing army gunners were skillfully loading the cannons with ammunition. Compared with their actions three days ago, the Qing army gunners are much more skilled now. Everyone in their artillery group has done the same set of actions hundreds of times in these three days.

"Attack!" Xu Shilian looked at the two artillery platforms on the Phoenix Terrace with a fierceness that was like a nail in the flesh. They really stood still. After being bombarded by two cannons for three days, not to mention how accurate the gunners of Ruzhou Camp were, after several tests, the accuracy of the two Weiyuan General Cannons hitting two fixed targets of the same size was still 70% to 80%. Each of the two artillery platforms was hit by sixty or seventy cannons. The iron bullets hit the iron bars and cement outside the cannon platforms, but it was just a scratch on the cannon platforms.

The two cannons always stood in the artillery fire!

Xu Shilian was already prepared to pay a certain price in casualties. Under the threat of two earth cannons, Ruzhou Camp had to bleed to attack the two-meter-high Phoenix Terrace. It was because of those two nails!

If vision could destroy something, the left and right artillery platforms on the Phoenix Terrace would have been torn into pieces long ago. Now they stand there quietly, waiting to teach Ruzhou Camp an unforgettable lesson.

"Last check. Remember, ten stone bullets, the rest are all mud bullets, mud bullets!"

Both artillery platforms on the Phoenix Terrace shouted the same words. Mud bullets, most of the gun barrels are mud bullets, only ten small stones.

Why do this? It's just Chen Ming's last fight. He still hasn't given up the original idea of ​​"falling into the bandits". He doesn't want to make a deadly feud with Ruzhou Camp. He hopes to have a friendly match with Ruzhou Camp, not a real war. That will attract the attention of Nanyang Town and the governor of Henan.

Chen Ming couldn't say how much hope he had, he just wanted to fight and seize the last ray of opportunity.

A group of Qing soldiers hid behind the shield carts and approached Fenghuangtai little by little. Hundreds of militiamen pushed the heavy shield carts for them. This was the most primitive wooden cart. The shield surface was made of tree trunks as thick as thighs and as wide as ten feet. The height was also more than ten feet. The shield surface of the shield cart alone weighed several hundred pounds. In addition, there was a layer of wet quilts on the outside, a long ladder connected to the back of the shield surface, and stones on the cart for weight. There were only six shield carts, and hundreds of militiamen could not push them fast.

From the Qing army's main camp to Fenghuangtai, the road was flat, but the distance was more than a mile. How could it be done without enough labor?

"This is called a shield car. When the Qing Dynasty fought with the former Ming Dynasty before entering the Pass, this thing was their way to defend against artillery fire and engage in close combat. I guess even a two-jin cannon can't hit them, let alone a tiger squat cannon. Let's go after the people, not the objects. They always need people to climb up when they put up a long ladder. If there are fewer people, use guns to shoot, and if there are more people, use cannons." Anyway, there are eight tiger squat cannons in Fenghuangtai, and more than fifty long and short guns. When Chen Ming led the team down the iron fort, he also brought thirty musketeers.

In the narrow battlefield of Fenghuangtai, no matter how many Qing soldiers were added, as long as the ammunition in the rear could support it, Chen Ming was not afraid of fighting the Qing army.

Liang Zhiqiang pushed the cart hard, with only a knife hanging on his waist. As the selected cannon fodder, Liang Zhiqiang's legs had been shaken by the sound of the cannon, but these militiamen had the swords and guns of the Green Camp behind them, so they didn't dare to run, and they didn't dare to not use their strength.

"Hurry up, hurry up..."

"Push hard, push hard..." Such urging voices are always loud in my ears.

The two small cannons of the Qing army no longer attack the left and right artillery platforms, but bombard the city walls, trying to suppress the Phoenix Tower as much as possible, mentally suppressing it.

"Don't be nervous. When the group of soldiers from the Green Camp get closer, they will not dare to continue firing."

The artillery platform was full of Chen's army, and Chen Ming asked people to shout loudly. He knew the fear of artillery that the common people of this era had. This fear could not be eliminated by Ruzhou Camp showing off its artillery and firing for a few days, and everyone listening to the bait for a few days. From the definition of the army, Chen's army is still a joke, or a group of bandits who have not experienced the tempering of blood and fire.

Chen Ming didn't know how to fight, he could only do everything he thought of and make every effort to lead Chen's army to face this meaningful war. He didn't know if this shouting would really work, but it was the best way he could think of.

When the six shield carts were only ten feet away from Fenghuangtai, the Qing army's cannons really stopped.

Xu Shilian and Li Zhao were watching nervously, and a layer of sweat oozed out of Li Zhao's forehead.

Fenghuangtai had no trenches or moats, and the six shield carts were pushed directly to the foot of Fenghuangtai, and then all six long ladders were successfully placed on the wall.

Gunshots rang out.

The Green Camp soldiers and the Yibing who led the way fell down with crackling sounds. Xu Shilian's face turned pale instantly. What was going on? "How could the thieves have so many bird guns?"

In the firing holes of the left and right turrets, under the crossed muzzles, no one on the six long ladders could climb up halfway safely.

"Thieves, thieves. They really have evil intentions. They even made so many firearms privately!!!" Li Zhao was trembling with anger, pointing at Fenghuangtai with an expression of irreconcilable hatred for the thieves.

Xu Shilian watched his performance coldly, his eyes flashing with disgust. He was the most useless of all. He didn't even know how many firearms the Chen family thieves had for such a long time. This was a batch of dozens of muskets. The Chen family could make so many muskets. It would be natural for them to have two more than two cannons.

"Sir. It's impossible. Let the brothers withdraw..."

"Phoenix Terrace is too small. The thieves have taken advantage of the facilities. If we continue to attack, it will only increase casualties."

Under the Phoenix Terrace, Liang Zhiqiang shrank under the wheels. He threw his waist knife aside. He didn't dare to go out. He didn't dare to go out. Going out means death!

The Green Camp soldiers didn't dare to climb up, so they let the righteous soldiers and the militia rush up to be scapegoats.

The Green Camp soldiers and the righteous soldiers who fell from the long ladders either died on the spot or cried for their parents. The harsh sound blocked the ears. Liang Zhiqiang was completely frightened to collapse by a corpse that fell beside him. He was a ferocious soldier just a moment ago, and in the blink of an eye, he climbed up the ladder with a knife, and turned into a corpse.

The bloody hole on his chest and the pungent smell of blood made Liang Zhiqiang, an honest farmer, collapse.

"Throw two grenades down, and then the artillery crew, pay attention."

Chen Ming spoke to a copper tube, the other end of which was on another turret. It was a technical defect. Chen Ming had no choice but to shout at the top of his voice every time he issued an order.

"Boom boom..."

The shrill cries of the Qing soldiers came out in the black smoke. Liang Zhiqiang, who was hiding under the car, saw a sturdy Green Camp officer running back with a shout, and the waist knife in his hand was lost. Liang Zhiqiang recognized this man. If he remembered correctly, this tall and sturdy Green Camp officer was also a captain, the commander of this offensive battle. Before the battle, he drew out his knife and threatened all the militiamen and volunteers - anyone who dared to escape would be killed!