Boom, boom, boom...
The artillery roared continuously, and shells flew out of the chamber, hitting the shield carts or the enemies, with wood chips flying and blood and flesh flying everywhere.
However, the Jiannu army seemed to be oblivious to this level of attack and continued to charge forward.
Shield carts were continuously pushed into the trenches, and the Jiannu army wanted to use this method to create a path for a quick attack.
The most ferocious attackers were the two red flags. Yuetuo and Sahaqian each led a flag and led their troops in a fierce attack to rescue their brother Shuotuo in the city.
Yuetuo and Shuotuo were both born to Daishan's ex-wife. Daishan did not like them and even abused them. As a result, they were punished by Nurhaci and lost their status as heirs.
Nurhaci also forced Daishan to separate from his two sons, giving the Bordered Red Banner to Yuetuo. After Daishan was seriously injured, he gave the Plain Red Banner to his third son, Sahalian.
Yuetuo and Shuotuo are brothers from the same mother, so their brotherly love is naturally needless to say.
Although Sahalian was born to the second wife and was loved by Daishan, he was a man who understood the overall situation and knew that he had to contribute more at this time. It was not only for the safety of his half-brother, but also for the future of the Later Jin Dynasty.
Arrows flew through the air like locusts, so dense and terrifying that it was frightening.
However, the Ming army's camp was a two-story structure with a roof on top. The breastwork outside the camp also provided protection against such projectiles.
The gaps in the camp's wooden fences provided not only firing holes for artillery, but also unimpeded musket fire. The three-dimensional bombardment of muskets and artillery from top to bottom had even greater lethality.
The Ming army's defense was upgraded again. It was more solid than the previous trench breastwork and wooden stake formation, and its firepower was more fully exerted.
Boom, boom, boom... The field guns and falconets roared continuously, and solid shells and buckshot... fired at the enemy, causing countless screams and wails amidst the flying blood and flesh.
Wang Zhong held his gun steadily and aimed. There was a rapid sound coming from the awning above his head. Arrows were falling continuously, but it had no effect on him.
As a veteran, Wang Zhong was experienced and a heavy musketeer who had won two medals. From the Battle of Port Arthur to the present, he had killed nearly a dozen Jiannu soldiers, perhaps even more.
Wang Zhong considered the heavy musket in his hand his closest companion. He was grateful for it, because every shot, the flame that spewed from the muzzle, and the lead bullet that was fired, was a roar of revenge for his loved ones.
With the butt of the gun pressed tightly against his shoulder socket, Wang Zhong gently pulled the trigger.
The Jiannu officer in the distance fell down, and the heavy lead bullet hit his left shoulder, causing a cloud of broken flesh and blood to explode.
Being hit by a heavy musket at a distance of 100 meters has the same effect as being hit by a heavy sniper in later generations. If you don't die, you will be seriously disabled.
Wang Zhong was very satisfied. Although the recoil made him suddenly flash back, he quickly adjusted himself.
Whether he hit him or not was unimportant. What mattered was that the ferocious-looking Jianlu fell. If Jianlu was still alive, he would shoot him again.
After skillfully repeating the loading action, Wang Zhong picked up the musket again, placed it on the shooting hole, and looked down at the target.
The Jiannu finally cleared a path with shield carts and corpses, and rushed through the first trench howling, holding shields, swords and spears.
Let you scream! Wang Zhong gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. The distance was closer, and the heavy lead bullet seemed to hit more than one Jiannu. The effect of blood and flesh splattering made him unconsciously smile grimly.
A cloud of shells streaked across the sky, slamming into the charging Jiannu ranks. Within moments, flashes of fire followed one after another, sending plumes of black smoke soaring into the air, carrying broken spears and swords, rags of cloth, and scraps of flesh.
There were grenade trucks in front of the camp, and heavy Ming troops inside the camp. Everything from a hundred meters to several hundred meters was within the bombardment range.
The muskets in the lower level of the camp also opened fire fiercely, and lead bullets shot out through the gaps in the thick wooden walls, pouring down like raindrops.
The Ming army's defense revealed its characteristics: you are strong, but I am stronger than you. It was like a spring, appearing to be at ease and exuding a sense of viciousness.
The camps on both sides also used heavy Ming mortars to bombard the main camp, supporting its defense. Hundreds of Ming heavy mortars roared in turn, and the shells rained down on the Jiannu.
Nurhaci glared with anger and his teeth made a chattering sound.
The Ming army deliberately concealed its firepower and adjusted it according to the strength of the attack. This gave the attacking forces a false impression that they could still charge forward, but when they thought they were just below the precipice, the Ming army's firepower suddenly increased.
If the Ming army had used all its strength from the beginning, Nurhaci felt that he would most likely not have launched an attack of the current scale.
In the distance, the sounds of explosions and gunfire could still be heard in Haicheng, and the flag of the Later Jin Dynasty was still flying on the north city tower.
The old slave gritted his teeth, gave no orders, and tacitly allowed the troops to continue their fierce attack.
Inside the city, the sound of gunfire continued, but it was all confined to the northern part of the city. The defending enemy was being squeezed back and was doomed to defeat.
Round after round of musket fire, swords and spears clashed and collided, lead bullets and arrows flew through the air, mixed with the roar of artillery and the explosion of grenades.
Thousands of Han soldiers had either died or surrendered. Shi Wuli's son-in-law Tong Yangxing disappeared when the city was broken, and was most likely crushed to death under the collapsed city wall.
Now, only a thousand or so Zhenyi led by Shuo Tuo were still resisting. However, under the overwhelming attack of the Ming army, they could only retreat step by step towards the north city.
Suddenly, intensive musket fire was heard from the front and side, and hundreds of Zhenyi fled from the alleys of the street in a panic.
Hundreds of Ming soldiers were chasing them from behind, firing fierce volleys of musket fire in rows. Zhenyi were constantly being hit and fell to the ground with blood splattering. Those who were not dead were quickly stabbed to death by the Ming soldiers who rushed over with bayonets.
This team of Ming troops chased out and blocked the retreat route of Shuo Tuo's troops, only forty or fifty meters away.
When the enemy and our side met, they both stopped at the same time. Some officers shouted loudly and quickly reorganized their troops to prepare for fighting.
"Charge, kill them." Shuo Tuo waved his sword and pointed forward madly.
A pincer attack has been formed, and there might be more Ming troops coming. While the enemy is small and has not yet established a firm foothold, there is still a chance of charging forward.
The Jiannu army howled, some charged forward, and some drew their bows and shot at the Ming army.
The Ming army responded with a volley of lead bullets, firing at the Jiannu. Then, the front row retreated, and the back row stepped forward, firing another round of lead bullets.
In the exchange of fire, the Ming army held the upper hand. After continuous and fierce fighting, Shuo Tuo's troops had very few arrows left, and the archers were exhausted and weak, so the power of their arrows was greatly reduced.
But the Jiannu had been forced into a desperate situation, and they burst into a mad fight like a trapped beast, rushing forward howling.
"Raise your bayonets, charge, kill!"
With a command, a row of Ming soldiers shouted and rushed forward with bayonets in hand.
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