Standing on the main fort of Anhua Town Basin, Yu Shizhong looked proudly at the basin under his feet, the spreading corners and the moat close to the fortress.★In addition, the low walls a hundred steps away from the fortress, as well as wooden stakes inside and outside the low walls, these constitute the defense system of this fortress that can now barely be included in the category of duplex basin.

Of course, the most important thing is people. Most of his subordinates were veterans who participated in the siege of the city in the past year, and the officers were also experienced. Although a large number of them had been sent to the two new bastions in Hulu Town and Chuzhou, the status of Anhua Town Bastion was nothing to be compared, and elite soldiers and generals would naturally give priority to it. At least in his opinion, he, the artillery instructor, is an example.

Yu Shizhong was very satisfied with his first appointment after leaving his position as a training officer. In fact, it would be better if he entered the war barracks, but if he was able to lead troops independently, he would naturally have greater contributions. This is the experience passed down from his ancestors. Yu Shizhong was able to understand how he worked in the preparatory Japanese guard office and had done coastal defense work.

The Qing army had already launched an attack, and the huge red barbarian cannons in the distance really made Yu Shizhong swallow a big saliva unconsciously.

"What a good cannon, why did it fall into the hands of the Tartars?"

"Brother Yu, our only kingly army in Zhejiang is here. Where can we be there if we are not in the hands of the Tartars? Can they still grow legs and come over anyway?"

The witty words of the officers in charge immediately made the officers and soldiers who were heard by Zuo Jin laugh, and suddenly diluted the overly tense atmosphere. However, it did not mean that Shi Zhong had reacted. The few red cannons that he had just envied him emitted a fatal roar.

"Look at this movement, I know that it's not well maintained when I hear it. These Tartars are really going to waste things."

As always, several shells did not even hit the low wall. Yu Shizhong looked at it from a distance, and it seemed that it was not just as simple as having opinions on the maintenance of the Qing army's artillery, but even the aiming technology of the Qing army made him unable to bear to look at it. However, after a moment, a few figures of the siege equipment that drove out of the Qing army's battle formation attracted his attention, causing him to involuntarily take out the carefully collected monocular telescope in the leather case.

This monocular telescope is the first finished product of Charles, the Tayce monk in the Military Industry Department. Chen Wen personally handed it to him when he announced that he would take office as the commander of Anhua Town Lenbuo. This telescope is slightly worse in the lens than the one he presented to Chen Wen, but it is very exquisite in workmanship. Moreover, this thing cannot be measured simply by these, and more importantly, it is the connotation represented here.

Putting the telescope in front of you, Yu Shizhong quickly found what he wanted to see.

"The rod arm, bracket, grenade belt, and counterweight box. Bastard, there are actually Xiangyang cannons, these Tartars..."

Before he finished muttering to himself, Yu Shizhong realized another problem and turned to look around the Xiangyang cannon, but what he saw was a big cart and a wooden barrel pulled on it.

"No."

No matter how other military generals in the army, Yu Shizhong was a serious hereditary officer. He was also very interested in military affairs since he was a child. After the monarchy, he had read military books, so even if he was not familiar with Xiangyang cannons, he was not unaware of Xiangyang cannons. However, Xiangyang cannons had long been eliminated by artillery, and he did not see the thrown stone bullets, which made him feel suspicious for a moment.

Yu Shizhong's question did not last long. After more than 200 steps, the Xiangyang cannons stopped. Then the auxiliary soldiers and civilians fixed them under the command of the officers, completing each step step, and finally put a wooden barrel on the grenade belt.

"put!"

Although he didn't hear this word, Yu Shizhong and his subordinates all saw how the Qing army's Xiangyang cannon used the principle of leverage to throw out the wooden barrels one by one.

These wooden barrels drew arcs in the sky, but some of the last landing points were close, some far away, and even the nearest one landed on the ground without throwing it far away, while the farthest one directly smashed into the moat, causing a small splash of water, and not even wet the wall much.

The thunder was loud and the rain was small. Although it was still a bit strange, Yu Shizhong still asked the red artillery guns with slightly larger caliber on the main fort to turn the target to the Xiangyang artillery that other artillery were not very good enough. However, these red artillery guns had just completed a round of shooting and needed to be restored, cleared, loaded, etc., but it was difficult for them to threaten the Xiangyang artillery for a while.

The Qing army officers observed the shooting effect of the Xiangyang cannons in the distance, and asked the auxiliary soldiers to move the blue bricks from the large chariot and then put them in the counterweight box. The next moment, the counterweight box was raised high, and the auxiliary soldiers put the wooden barrels on again, and then threw them out amid the officer's shouts.

This time the projectile was much stronger than the last time, at least half of it hit the wall of the bastion. The barrels were not empty and immediately dispersed after hitting the wall, but the things contained in the barrels sprayed the fortress wall, turning the wall into a big lace face.

"vomit……"

The smell was so stinky that even on the main fortress, Yu Shizhong could clearly smell it, let alone the soldiers from the outer fortress. Holding his mouth and nose, Yu Shizhong observed it with a telescope, and the understanding coincided with the answer in his heart.

"Corpsy!"

It was indeed corpses. These corpses were collected by Tian Xiong on the road. They specially caught patients from each village. No matter what their disease was, they were taken to a designated location with a knife, then stuffed them into a wooden barrel, and then poured some water into it. They exposed them to the sun for a few days until there were maggots inside and the corpses showed signs of rotting. Today's attack is also a special day.

Yu Shizhong remembered that his grandfather said that rotting corpses will cause epidemics, so the army will deal with the corpses as quickly as possible. This is the basic common sense passed down by the hereditary military family. Yu Shizhong used to be in charge of the firearm battalion in Wu Yi's army, and he personally led the troops. Once he saw it, he immediately reacted - the Qing army knew that this bastion could not be defeated, so he wanted to use the epidemic to kill everyone in the fortress!

"Transfer the order and wrap your mouth and nose with cloth. Come on, and call Dr. Hao."

"I'll go now."

The military supervisor was a half-baked scholar. His family was poor, so he only had a job in the guise and could not continue to learn. He originally planned to find a job as an accounting office, but as soon as the Ming army recovered Jinhua Mansion, he joined the army. However, before the battle started, the Qing army threw rotten and maggots corpses. He had never seen such a scene, and he almost vomited it out just now. If he hadn't been afraid that the soldiers would look down on him and affect the military supervisor's work, he would have been holding the wall. At this moment, Yu Shizhong had an order, so he quickly accepted the order and ran to the wounded place like a fleeing.

Not for Shizhong's words, the officers and soldiers of the fortress consciously covered their mouths and noses. When Yu Shizhong's order was issued, they tore off a corner of their clothes, wrapped them around their mouths and noses, and tied them with buckles on the back of their heads. But even so, the stench that the man wanted to vomit still kept drilling into their noses and mouths, so that they didn't even care about counterattacks.

Fortunately, the wooden stakes on the ground were originally used to hinder the movement of siege equipment, and the low walls were repaired quite strongly. The Qing army's siege equipment had to be stopped almost every time they advanced for a short time, and the auxiliary soldiers removed the wooden stakes to move. However, the low walls were really difficult to deal with. After a long time, the Qing army destroyed the low walls and allowed the siege equipment to pass through.

During this period, the Qing army's Xiangyang cannons were always projecting, and the hit rate was higher than each other. Some of the wooden barrels were thrown on the wall, and a piece of corpse and minced meat exploded, while others were thrown directly onto the fortress, sending the juice and corpses that had been freed from the bondage to the fortress.

"Call me, hurry up!"

As he said that, Yu Shizhong kicked the cannon leader beside him in the butt. The cannon leader was an apprentice taught by Yu Shizhong, and now he is a subordinate. He didn't dare to slap the footprints on his butt. He quickly closed one eye and used his fingers to estimate the distance between each other. Then he ordered the gunner to adjust the angle of the gun mouth.

The first counterattack effect was very poor. It was obviously those disgusting pickled objects that affected the tactical actions and the psychology of the soldiers, making them unable to concentrate on shooting.

The Qing army was still fighting with those low walls, with a total of five Xiangyang cannons. Even one of the first round of shooting failed. Yu Shizhong was anxious, but he also knew that the artillery fired the most, the more it was easier to make mistakes. In this regard, he had to let those gun teams suppress the irritability and anger in his heart waiting for the start of the second counterattack.

Due to psychological influence, the Ming army's artillery's hands were much slower than usual training. After a while, the Qing army's Xiangyang artillery fired two rounds before reloading.

"Open fire!"

Even if there was a piece of cloth wrapped around his face, Yu Shizhong's roar still made the eardrums of the gunners on the main castle revived. Like Yu Shizhong's roar, the red barbarian cannons seemed to be full of anger at these disgusting old seniors. With the huge roar, shells flew out and hit the two Xiangyang cannons in an instant.

One shot hit the bracket, and the Xiangyang cannon collapsed almost the moment it was hit, and he slapped the officer below who was commanding the auxiliary soldiers with a whip into the mud. The other cannon hit the counterweight box, and a piece of blue brick fell down like rain, smashing the nearby auxiliary soldiers all over their heads and faces.

After one round of shooting, Yu Shizhong couldn't help but look better. At this moment, the military inspector pulled a goatee and ran up the stairs with a goatee.

"Doctor Hao, the Tartars threw the corpse on the wall. Is there any way for the soldiers to avoid being infected with the disease?"

"General, don't worry, don't worry, the general Chu Army just told the lower officials that the disciples and auxiliary soldiers were already preparing, and it would be fine in a while."

The goatee was pulled up by the military inspector, and he was pulled before he could breathe evenly, saying so many things. But as soon as he finished speaking, the strange stench of the stench of corpse in the air and the smell of gunpowder smoke immediately made him vomit all over the floor.

At this moment, the third round of artillery bombardment began. Several artillery pieces were launched, and two more Xiangyang cannons were defeated and fell to the ground. Even the auxiliary soldiers scattered birds and beasts.

After vomiting, Goatbeard didn't bother to wipe the vomit on his beard, so he quickly said to Shizhong: "The vomit and corpse water on the fortress must be cleaned. The lower officials have already moistened the cloth strips with vinegar water to wrap the mouth and nose of the soldiers. In addition, the lower officials have already made people smoke vinegar in the wounded and barracks, and I think it should be..."

"Okay, okay, it's time for the military doctor Hao."

"This is the duty of the Xiaguan. Xiaguan thought that the corpse should be dragged outside the fort and burned, and must not be approached by the water source..."

As the goatee chattered, a moment later, the fourth round of artillery of the Ming army began, and all the artillery aimed at the last Xiangyang cannon. In a blink of an eye, accompanied by the collapse of the Xiangyang cannon, even the Qing army roared and retreated back to its own formation like a tide.
Chapter completed!