boom!

The first counterattack by the Ming army was the Red Cannon.

Yan Yingyuan did not place the Red Cannon on the front, but hid it near the corner of the east and south city walls.

When the Eight Banners soldiers attacked the city, they held their shields in front of them, leaving little extra protection on the sides.

There were ten Red Barbarian cannons, one of which was damaged by a Jiannu bullet.

The remaining nine red cannons were loaded with large solid bullets and hundred-bullet chain bullets, and fired in unison under the command of Wang Zhong, a captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

His target was not the soldiers pushing the pontoon bridge, nor the siege soldiers following behind them, but the firearms soldiers and crossbowmen behind them.

They were wearing brand new cotton armor and holding various long-range weapons, shooting continuously at the Ming army on the city.

However.

The most powerful firearm in this era was the Red Cannon. Not to mention the cotton armor, even the armor of the Jiannu heavy armored soldiers could not withstand a blow from the Red Cannon.

Moreover, the long-range weapons in their hands are nothing compared to the range of the Red Cannon.

Whoosh whoosh!

The sound of breaking air was endless, and the dense projectiles directly enveloped the ranged soldiers.

The lead bullets, the size of a little finger, pierced through the bodies of these people directly, and shot onto the ground with residual force, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The large solid bullet drew an arc, killing and injuring seven or eight soldiers. The bullet fell to the ground and rolled dozens of meters away, breaking the ankles of two or three people.

"Ah! My legs my legs!"

"Where's the dog slave? Why the hell are you rushing so fast? I'm injured, carry me back!"

"Help...Help me..." An Eight Banners soldier covered his chest and lay in a pool of blood, begging for help from the people around him.

No one cared about him.

All the uninjured people accelerated and rushed towards the city. Only by rushing to the blind spot of the Red Cannon could they avoid the tragedy from happening again.

at this time.

The Eight Banners soldiers had already pushed the pontoon bridge to the edge of the moat. As the bridge was launched into the water, they couldn't wait to step onto it, intending to rush to the other side of the moat to chisel the wall and dig bricks.

When they reached the middle of the floating bridge, the people in front were stunned.

The Eight Banners soldier who was rushing in the front was the first to recover. He took a deep breath, jumped to the other side of the moat, then slipped and fell into the river.

Yan Yingyuan had piled up earth on the other side of the river to create a slope, and poured water on it, making it very slippery.

Immediately afterwards, two or three more Eight Banners soldiers repeated the same trick and also fell into the river.

The Eight Banners soldiers who were queuing to cross the river were stunned where they were!

"What are you doing in front of you? Come on!"

"Brothers, charge quickly, the ones behind can't hold on any longer!" The Eight Banners soldiers at the back didn't know what was happening, and they pushed forward while roaring.

The Eight Banners soldier in front raised his shield and cursed under the rain of arrows and bullets: "Damn it, I can't jump over! The three brothers in front of me fell into the river. Are you blind?"

"Yes, this set of armor weighs dozens of kilograms, and the river bank is slippery, how can I jump?"

The Eight Banners soldiers behind were getting anxious. One of the captains waved his weapon and yelled, "Fuck you, why are you jumping around? Do you think we are playing monkeys? The Tenth Prince asked us to dig the city wall! If you don't move forward, I will kill you!"

The Eight Banners soldiers in front felt very wronged. One soldier wearing three layers of armor cried out with a sad face: "The floating bridge is too short. It is at least half a meter away from the other side of the river!"

"No! Today's pontoon bridge is the same length as yesterday's. I cut the trees myself!" A Han Eight Banners soldier answered loudly.

"Last night the Ming army widened the moat. Look, the water level is different today than yesterday!"

While these people were arguing, a deputy commander squeezed over and said, "Hurry up, the first one to reach the top will be awarded a hereditary position and a reward of 1,000 taels of silver!"

After saying that, he threw the shield in his hand over, then leaped over and lay directly on the river bank. He dug his hands into the mud, exerted force with his arms, and climbed up.

The Eight Banners soldiers behind followed suit and scrambled to climb onto the river bank.

The soldiers who climbed ashore picked up their shields and came to the city wall, and began to use tools to pry bricks and dig the wall.

At this time, the Ming army on the city was killing like crazy!

The Red Cannon was used to deal with the enemies at very long distances, and other medium-sized artillery was responsible for suppressing the opponent's firearms, while the enemies at medium and short distances were overwhelmed by the Portuguese cannon, muskets and bows and crossbows.

Especially the Rumi gun squad led by Ding Yi. As long as those bullets hit the Eight Banners soldiers, they would either be killed or injured.

"Rolling logs and stones!" The defenders shouted immediately when they saw the Eight Banners soldiers starting to dig the wall.

As soon as the log hit the ground, barrels of hot kerosene were poured down, and then dozens of burning torches were thrown down from the top of the city wall, igniting the kerosene and the log at the same time.

The Eight Banners soldiers who were digging the wall were first knocked unconscious by being smashed to death, then scalded to death or burned by kerosene, and finally engulfed by flames, losing their lives amid wails of pain.

Those who were agile immediately jumped into the moat. Those who were lucky were rescued by their companions, while those who were unlucky were dragged down by their armor and sank into the water and drowned.

Outside Xuanfu Town, a sea of fire rose and black smoke billowed!

This is an insurmountable gap that cannot be crossed at all. Even if they are lucky enough to cross it, death will await them.

Looking at the rolling flames, even the Jiannu soldiers did not dare to rush forward.

They retreated to the moat and fired at the city.

The Ming troops on the city wall took the opportunity to hide behind bunkers to cool down their firearms.

Their shelter had three layers: the first layer was dirt packed in bags; the second layer was thick wooden boards; and the third layer was logs.

Even if the arrows and bullets could penetrate the bags filled with soil, they could not penetrate the wooden boards, let alone the logs behind them.

Only some artillery and falconets fired projectiles can occasionally cause damage.

Without waiting for the flames to die out, the Eight Banners soldiers rushed up again.

This time, both the speed of the charge and the number of people charging were much greater than last time!

As the number of their companions killed and wounded increased, their desire to capture Xuanfu Town became stronger and stronger, and more and more urgent!

"Insert the wood!" A captain dodged the attack of the rolling logs and took the lead in inserting a piece of wood that was more than half a meter long and as thick as a bowl diagonally into the ground, and the other end was against the wall.

After a dozen soldiers did the same thing yesterday, a temporary shelter was built. The rolling logs and rocks hit it and slid down the slope made of wood.

The Eight Banners soldiers below, under the protection of wood, pried bricks and dug the wall as quickly as possible.

There are special tools for prying bricks. First, draw a circle along the seam between the bricks, then push hard, and the whole brick will be pried out.

After the first brick was removed, the speed of prying bricks increased rapidly.

"Pour the kerosene!"

Before the kerosene on the city wall was poured down, five or six Eight Banners soldiers rushed up with wet quilts and spread the quilts on the wood as quickly as possible.

At this time, the kerosene had just been poured.

Due to the presence of the quilt, the kerosene did not pour under the shelter, but flowed onto the ground along the quilt.

Just as the Ming soldiers who were pouring kerosene cried out in surprise, an arrow shot him in the eye, and his body tilted and fell off the city wall.

The Eight Banners soldiers below swung their swords and cut off his head.

Before the Eight Banners soldier could feel proud, the bullet from Ding Yirumi's gun shot into his head, avenging the Ming soldier.