Song Yingxing, who was acquired from the Ming Dynasty, was truly skilled at making cannons.
"Hurry up and come into the city with me. I'm so happy to see you."
"Today we'll drink until we drop!"
Several trains slowly started moving again.
Soon, the train arrived at the city gates.
"Ling Yunzhi, Chen Feilong," Jiang Tian snapped his fingers, and Ling Yunzhi and Chen Feilong quickly stepped forward, "Have Commander Han Xin deploy 50 Francois cannons on the city wall."
"The other Frankish cannons are mounted on this train."
Fifty Franchi cannons mounted on the city walls were enough to withstand a cavalry charge.
This train was equipped with François cannons, which were essentially mobile turrets.
During World War II.
Many countries have mounted cannons on trains, and the effect of equipping trains with cannons is excellent.
During World War II, all trains ran on fixed tracks.
The train developed by Song Yingxing does not require rails and runs extremely fast.
Han Xin led his men and charged over.
Seeing these large black iron pipes, Han Xin scratched his head, having no idea what they were for.
"Han Xin, this is the famous inventor Song Yingxing." Jiang Tian introduced Song Yingxing to Han Xin with a smug look on his face.
"This Frankish cannon is extremely powerful, far surpassing heavy crossbows and catapults."
"If we equip the city walls with these cannons, no matter how many enemy soldiers come, they will all die one by one."
Han Xin had never seen the Franco Cannon, nor had he ever seen it fired.
However, Han Xin always believed Jiang Tian's words without question.
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