"Yang Lang, what kind of magic weapon is this? Why does the iron pipe hole face toward the sky?" Li Mochou squatted beside Yang Yifei and asked curiously.

Yang Yifei opened his mouth and said, "This magic weapon is called 'Sky Thunder Cannon', which can hit the shells into the sky, then descend from the sky, and land at the target location, just like thunder from the sky."

"It can reach seven miles at a distance, and it can be hit twenty feet in the nearest, and the shells explode. There will be no chicken or dog within five feet, and there will be no life within eight feet."

"It is because of this that the object hit the shells into the sky and then fell down, so the city wall is useless in front of this magic weapon, and it can even cross the mountain and bombard the targets on the other side of the mountain."

"This cannon is specially used to attack the city. Without climbing the city, you can eliminate all the enemies on the city wall."

The two of them suddenly realized and couldn't help but become excited. They actually had such magic weapons. In this way, even if they were barriers to the city, they could not provide protection for the Tartars.

Li Mochou asked again: "Then what's the point of using that on your shoulders in the town before?"

Yang Yifei said: "That is called the 'soul-chasing cannon', which is direct-fired. Its biggest function is to destroy enemy defenses and large equipment. The Tartars's Huihuan is still very powerful, but in front of the Soul-chasing cannon, it can be broken up with one shot."

"The distance that can exert its maximum power is about one mile and can penetrate a six-foot thick stone wall. Generally, the city gate can be blown into pieces with just one shot. The lethality of fire into the crowd is also good. Of course, it is weaker than the thunder cannon and can only kill people within a radius of three meters."

Zhang Yong said astonishedly: "That's very terrible. It's indeed a soul-chasing cannon. It's a soul-chasing cannon, and it's indefinitely doomed."

Yang Yifei smiled and said, "But using this magic weapon requires understanding very complex calculations to control its accurate bombing target. If it is just a random bombing, there will be no counting where the shell lands."

"Now you don't need to know how to calculate it for the time being. I will teach you slowly in the future. Now you just need to learn how to fire a gun."

"I have now initially adjusted the landing point of the shell. Please pay attention to my actions. It is very simple to fire the cannon. The key is to protect yourself so as not to hurt yourself."

"After shooting, I will make minor adjustments based on the landing point of the shell to make it fall to the position I want it to fall. You can stand back."

After Yang Yifei finished speaking, he took out a shell from the shell box. This box was 16 rounds and three cannons were 48 rounds. It was more than enough to bomb the small camps of the Tartars.

Li Mochou and Zhang Yong stood behind Yang Yifei's side, staring at his movements, but saw that he just held the shell in his hands and stuffed it into the muzzle. Then he loosened his hands, but he covered his ears tightly and turned his head back.

"Bang...boom."

With a muffled sound, a pillar of smoke spewed out of the muzzle. After less than a breath, a large fire light rose from the Tartar camp. A thunderous sound came instantly. The Tartar soldiers who had originally formed three circles were in chaos.

Mortar shells are produced by gunpowder gas produced by the combustion of the launching medicine and the expanded air heated by the heat to generate pressure difference, pushing the shell out of the barrel and shooting it into the sky.

The strong pressure difference causes strong vibrations in the air to cause a sharp sound, and the shock wave generated by this pressure difference is the power to tear the eardrums apart. Therefore, when the mortar is fired, you must cover your ears, lower your head or squat to prevent damage from shock waves.

Although Li Mochou and Zhang Yong did not understand these principles, they remembered Yang Yifei's actions.

This gun did not fall in the middle of a circle as Yang Yifei hoped, but fell in the outer periphery of a circle. However, because the Tartars stood too densely, the gun killed more than 20 people, and four or five people were even split.

The Tartars were completely confused. Such an attack was beyond their understanding. They only knew that the attack was descending from the sky, so they subconsciously ran into the tent. Yang Yifei smiled when he saw this scene.

He quickly fine-tuned the three cannons. After adjusting it, he said to Li Mochou and Zhang Yong: "Come on! Take action together, pay attention to follow my actions. I kept firing the cannons without stopping."

The two of them squatted in front of a cannon and stuffed shells into the muzzle with Yang Yifei.

"Bangbangbang...boombo..."

The sound of cannons rang one after another, and the thunderous blasts spread all over the place. Even the towns several miles away could be heard clearly, and the Tartar camp was covered with flames little by little.

Don't worry that the uncorrected shells will fall to the same position. The chances of two shells falling into the same crater are lower than the chance of being hit by lightning. So on the battlefield, those large craters are usually the best natural bunker fortifications.

This is because during the launch of the cannon, the recoil will cause the mortar itself to vibrate slightly. Don’t underestimate this slight vibration. As the saying goes, a slight difference will lead to a thousand miles of error.

Of course, the vibration of the mortar is not that exaggerated. However, after each gun is fired, the landing point of the next gun will definitely change slightly, which will prevent the shells from falling in the same position and wasting the shells.

That little bit of slight displacement will cause the shell to form a connection of the killing radius, causing the effect of carpet bombing.

Yang Yifei adjusted the various elements to be aimed at the camp area, and the three cannons were aimed at three different areas, and the Tatars' camp quickly fell into a sea of ​​fire.

Some Tartars found it useless to hide in the tent, so they rushed out of the tent and rushed to the stable, trying to ride a horse to leave this hellish place.

Seeing this, Yang Yifei stopped firing the cannon, and took out a semi-automatic sniper rifle with his hand and began to name the Tartars.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

After the continuous bombing of mortars, most of the Tartars were killed and injured. In the chaos, dozens of people were seen running around like headless flies.

The Tartars had no idea what they had encountered, nor did they know how to avoid shelling, but they just ran around, which made them more likely to die.

This would not happen in later generations, because the soldiers all knew that they had to find a shelter to hide when they were bombed. When they heard the whistle of shells falling, they were already lying down and quickly climbed to the shelter in a crawling posture. But where did these ancients know?

Besides, in today's camps, there are no effective shelters to guard against artillery bombardment? So the Tartars were tragic.

Some Tartars climbed under the chariot that transported food and grass to avoid it, but the chariot was easily penetrated and exploded. You can imagine what the outcome of the person hiding below.

"stop."

After Yang Yifei sniped and killed more than a dozen people, he saw that the Tartars had already run out of the camp area covered by artillery fire and rushed towards the stable. Yang Yifei stopped the two of them, rushed to the side of the two, put down the sniper rifle, turned the steering wheel, and adjusted the shooting elements. This time the ballistic was controlled about twenty meters outside the stable.

"Okay, let's continue!" Yang Yifei adjusted his orders and continued to raise his sniper rifle to kill the lonely Tartar soldiers.

"Bang...boom..."

Yang Yifei's time was extremely exquisite. When Li Mochou and Zhang Yong started firing cannons again, the alive Tartars were riding on war horses and rushed out, but they just happened to be hit by a new round of bombing.
Chapter completed!