What made Zhangguli even more frightened was that the defenders on the city wall were also attacking.

They threw down a few thunderstorms with blue smoke. Under the continuous explosion, the Later Jin soldiers under the city wall were either dead or injured, and only a few shallow marks of shovels and picks were left on the watering and condensed city wall.

Such a blow - Zhangguli lay on the ground, reexamined the Ningyuan city walls that were spitting out flames and white smoke at close range, and finally understood the insidiousness and viciousness of such construction and defense.

Whether it is attacking the inclined surface or a relatively normal and straight city wall, it will be shot by the opposite or cross fire, as well as the rolling wood and rocks on the top of the city, or even the bombardment of the sky-blasting thunder thrown down from the head.

This is a full-scale attack, with no blind spots at all, that is, there is no place where the Jin army thought it was safer.

Streams of white smoke rose up in the city, and the Ming army's muskets shot round after round. The front and side intertwined together, as if there was no pause in Zhangguli's feeling.

Boom, boom, boom... even more deafening, and the roar of amazing power began to sound, and the cannons on the city roared in brighter flames and thicker white smoke.

The shells flew through the air at a speed visible to the naked eye and smashed into the distance. Zhangguli felt glad, but he didn't know that it was Tong Yangxing urging the Han soldiers to push the cannons, attracting the firepower of the Ming army on the city.

It has the advantage of being condescending. Even the Franc aircraft has poor breathing ability, its range is comparable to that of the old artillery brought by the Later Jin army.

Speaking of old-fashioned artillery, there are also many on the Ming army city. Except for more than 20 yellow-branded cannons, they cannot be considered new.

The shells flew past the siege of the Later Jin army, flew over trenches and obstacles, and jumped to the ground, causing flesh and blood to fly all the way, or shattered cars, and the cannon cars were broken.

The Red Cannon roared again, with its power and accuracy far exceeding other artillery. The target was determined by a group of Jiannu cavalry who were quietly approaching Ningyuan.

After the third Red Barbarian cannon bouncing on the ground and penetrated half of the Jiannu cavalry ranks indestructible, the old slave retreated helplessly under the support of the generals.

Don’t think that if you don’t make any contribution, you will let you miss the Internet and observe the situation. If you are in charge of command, you will naturally appear to be slow. Let those Jiannu pay more casualties for this!

Xiong Tingbi put down his telescope, but the artillery commander Luo Li discovered a new target, instructed the artillery to adjust the muzzle, and aimed at Mangourtai who was commanding in front.

It is not surprising to use the accuracy, range and power of the Red Barbarian cannon to snipe important enemy generals.

Of course, even if the accuracy of the Red Cannon is very high, it is only compared to other old-fashioned artillery. Also within its effective range, the hit rate of the heavy match-rope gun is higher than that of the Red Cannon.

After all, luck is more important than technology to expect a shell to hit or kill a person at a distance of hundreds of meters or nearly kilometers.

At this time, Zhangguli, who was under the city, was still alive. I have to admit that he had good luck and rich experience. But after a long time, good luck could no longer save his life.

The Later Jin army not only had siege cars, but also had a siege car with a steep roof. It was tilted to reduce the damage caused by rolling wood and rocks.

With cover and cover above his head, Jiannu could dig the city safely under the car. Zhangguli seized the opportunity to get over and survive until now under the attack of bullets.

There was a rumbling sound of smashing and a blast sounded from the head, followed by an explosion next to it, and shrapnel hit the siege carriage. In Zhangguli's fear, the siege car once again blocked the destructive attack.

A large piece of thick ice on the city wall had been chiseled, revealing the wall bricks. Several Jiannu became more and more excited and worked harder to dig and dig.

Another explosion was much smaller. But the fireworks soon rushed in like a poisonous snake. The Ming army in the city used a bursting incendiary bomb and threw down the quilt with gunpowder and grease.

As the fire grew, the choking smoke filled the carriage, and Jiannu could no longer stay there. He coughed violently, burst into tears, and ran out in a panic.

The muskets outside were still roaring, and a row of lead bullets came. Several Jiannu were either dead or injured, and some were still dead for a while. They were still on fire, making a shrill scream and stumble.

Zhangguli jumped out of the siege car with quick movements, and he wanted to hide in a small pit that he was optimistic about.

The lead bullet roared beside him, and just as he was only a fish leaping away from the pit, a lead bullet hit his thigh.

This was a bullet of a heavy musket, and the huge destructive power almost knocked away half of his legs. As the flesh and blood flew, he screamed and fell face down on the edge of the pit.

A coat rolled and crawled into the pit, his face full of sweat, his face pale, and his lips were still trembling. From his fearful eyes, it could be seen that he was frightened and collapsed.

"Save, save me." Zhangguli raised his head with great difficulty and made a pleading sound.

The high-ranking slave owner begged to the slaves was incredible. But the seriously injured Zhangguli could no longer imagine this, leaving only the simplest desire to survive.

Zhao Huai shrank and stared at the Jurchen official who begged him. After a while, his eyes rolled, and he reached out and dragged Zhangguli in.

Zhangguli howled in pain, leaning against the edge of the pit, flames flashed out on the head of the city, and rows of bullets poured down. The smoke of gunpowder floated in the air, sometimes thick and sometimes faint, like clouds moving with the wind.

The huge pain has been relieved. It was not that Zhao Huaiyi bandaged him, but that the blood kept flowing out, making the limbs numb in the cold.

As he looked at Zhangguli saw the bloody legs and felt the coldness spreading throughout his body. He lowered his head slightly and saw the huddled Baoyi.

"Dog slave, hurry up, tighten my legs, wrap them tightly." Zhangguli cursed with breath.

Why is it yourself who is injured and dies? Why isn’t this timid and humble coat?

Zhangguli felt a huge imbalance in his heart. He was usually domineering and treated Baoyun like a mustard, completely forgot to count on Baoyun to save him.

Zhao Huai immediately acted consciously, but he had never learned battlefield rescue and had no suitable things to tie the wounds and bandage them.

Seeing Baoyi being in a hurry but not knowing how to deal with it at all, and even hurting her wound, Zhangguli scolded: "Silly, idiot, take off her clothes and get hurt."

Zhao Huai was as obedient as a puppet. He reached out and took off his clothes, regardless of whether he would be frozen.

"Idiot, dog slave." Zhangguli closed his eyes and cursed, although his voice became weak, "Go back and chop your dog's head. Damn, Han Dog."

His consciousness was a little dazed, and Zhangguli didn't have much strength, and he might not be able to survive even if he was injured.

It seemed that after a long time, Zhangguli slowly opened his eyes, but his legs were still covered with bloody injuries. The damn Coat did not bandage him.

Turning his head with some difficulty, Zhangguli saw Baoyi. Just as he was about to scold him, he suddenly realized that Baoyi's eyes were no longer fear, but coldness and hatred, and even a little crazy.

Puff! All the sounds Zhangguli wanted to make were blocked in his throat. It was his dagger, which was held in his hand by the coat and stabbed deeply into his neck.

With his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open, the light in Zhangguli's eyes quickly disappeared, and it was unbelievable that it was his last expression.

Zhao Huaiyi pushed away the body, mainly because the dead face and dead fish-like eyes could not be pointed at him.

This action seemed to consume all his strength. He covered his face and shrank back into a ball, and his nose and tears kept flowing down with the trembling of his shoulders.

Baoyi, slaves, their lives are not even as good as dogs in Jiannu's eyes.

They were the ones who risked their lives to push the car. If they were timid, they would be chopped and killed; if they were injured and fell to the ground, they would be killed immediately. Jiannu didn't want their screams and howlings affected their morale.

Erniu from the same village died and his head was cut off with a knife; the rope also fell on the cold snow, and an arrow penetrated into his neck...

Although he was frightened to death by the guns and cannons under the city, Zhao Huaiyi had seen many deaths, and saw too much blood and terrifying death.

If Zhangguli hadn't been yelling to kill him, he would have been the puppet and would not have a desire to resist. But after killing Zhangguli, the instant hatred and anger that arose was replaced by fear.

Boom! The convex gun paused back and pushed Ma Wu's shoulder away.

Despite the military rules that were not allowed to observe the results of the battle, Ma Wu still saw a blood mist burst out from the target sixty or seventy meters away.

Either die or be injured, or lose 90% of the life! Ma Wu pursed the corner of his mouth and pulled away the gun.

Although Ma Wu's archery shooting skills were the best in the Ming army, he also liked the power of this heavy musket. He was already in charge of hundreds of officers, so he still had to shoot a few shots and kill a few Jiannu to enjoy it.

As for heavy armor, heavy muskets are more effective when hit, and the armor-breaking ability of bows and arrows is still not enough. Moreover, one shot makes the enemy fly with blood and flesh, which is more shocking and makes the heart feel more comfortable.

Retreat to the back row, although wearing an iron face, Ma Wu's joyful smile could be seen from the exposed eyes. The owner of the heavy musket took the gun, loaded the gunpowder with skillful movements, and pushed the lead bullet wrapped in grease silk into the chamber.

Wrap the projectiles with grease-soaked linen and silk is not only used as muskets, but also shells. First, it increases airtightness, and second, it can tilt the muzzle and the projectiles cannot fall out.

"Get another shot." Ma Wu reached out to grab the gun without hesitation and walked into the queue moving forward.

The owner of the gun straightened his eyes, and he was also a tall and strong man, but he was bullied by the superiors and turned his eyes straight. He must have had an aggrieved expression under his iron face.

Jiannu and Baoyi, who were siegeing the city, were already injured and killed. The hanging cards on the city and the iron-faced armor of the Ming army officers and soldiers showed great effect on resisting bows and arrows, with very little casualties.

After great casualties, Jiannu still stubbornly erected several hook ladders on the city wall, and the heavy armored soldiers began to climb upwards.

With a loud noise, Jiannu on the hook ladder lay down on the ladder, and black blood and internal organ fragments spewed out of his mouth.

The lead bullet shot from the side and back hit his back heavily. Although it did not penetrate the heavy armor, the huge impact force was absorbed by his body.

Not only did Jiannu's internal organs be damaged, but his spine was also broken. He barely stayed on the ladder for a while, then twisted his body and fell heavily.

A row of lead bullets roared over, and Jiannu, who was gathered under the hook ladder, was knocked down several times.

Thunder was thrown down from the city again, and several consecutive explosions stirred up heavy smoke. This group of tenacious Jiannu suffered an almost devastating blow.

More and more thunders and explosive incendiary bombs were smashed down from the city. Explosive fires and splattering flames flashed under the city. The enemy screamed and wailed, rushing and dancing in the fireworks, like a group of demons dancing in hell.

After finally attacking the city, Manguertai was extremely unwilling to retreat without success. Even with such a tragic scene and heavy casualties,

He howled and roared, and galloped with more than a dozen personal soldiers, leading thousands of Jurchens, Mongolian vassals, and Han soldiers continued to rush to the city to attack.

Seeing the soldiers carrying the hook ladder, pushing the siege car across the trenches and approaching the city, Mangguertai stopped a little, and a thick white mist spewed out of his mouth, staring at the head of the city where the fireworks were constantly spitting out.

About a hundred meters to the left of Mangurtai, Tong Yangxing commanded the Han soldiers to brave the shells that were constantly bombarding, and suffered heavy casualties. Finally, he pushed more than a dozen artillery pieces into the trench and set them up.

It is impossible to bombard the city head with direct shots, and you don’t have to think about how far it is and how much elevation angle is?

According to Tong Yangxing's estimate, the cannons can hit the middle and lower parts of the city wall at most if they bombard it here. However, according to the purpose of blasting the city wall, this is enough.

Several shells flew from the city and hit the artillery positions that had not been set up, bouncing. Amid the screams and screams, many Han soldiers were either killed or injured.

Tong Yangxing howled and cursed with more than two hundred Zhenyi, waved his sword and bow, and pressed against the Han soldiers who were somewhat confused because of fear, urging them to set up artillery and load ammunition.

But Mangurtai's command disrupted Tong Yangxing's plan, and the two attacks were not coordinated well. A large number of soldiers attacked the city again, so that the artillery could not start bombarding immediately.

Frowning tightly, Tong Yangxing ordered his personal soldiers to find Manguertai, hoping that he would let the soldiers under the city retreat to the trench temporarily so that he could bombard the city.

Even among the high-ranking Han officials of the Later Jin Dynasty, among the Zhenyi generals and officials, Tong Yang was still depressed, not to mention the Mangourtai who was Beile.

The rude and irritable Mangourtai was obviously something that Tong Yangxing didn't want to face directly. He had no intention of command, just discussion and suggestions. Tong Yangxing was also a little afraid of the reckless man who stared at big eyes and roared with eyebrows.

Boom! A shell flew in a roar, bouncing with a low ballistic trajectory, smashing a cannon cart into pieces and forming a pile of parts.

Tong Yangxing raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking for the banner and figure of Mangourtai.

Nurhaci couldn't say he was timid. His generals and officials were already frightened by the powerful artillery of the Ming army and tried their best to stop him from getting closer.
Chapter completed!