The barrel of this gun has hand-polished rifling. Historically, neither gun rifling nor cannon rifling was invented at the beginning, but was discovered by people later.
But with Zhao Jun around, this was naturally not a big problem. Even the research and development of muskets directly skipped the inefficient matchlock musket and studied the production of flintlock muskets based on the shooting principle of the musket.
As the shell was successfully stuffed into the muzzle, Yang Wenguang used a plunger to poke it in to the very bottom. After making sure it was a tight fit, he looked at the soldier holding a torch next to him.
"ignition!"
He shouted.
“Sizzle, sizzle!”
The soldier immediately lit the fuse.
"Bang!"
The moment the fuse was inserted, the cannon let out a loud noise, and the barrel seemed to move back a little.
The soldiers standing next to them could feel the ground shaking beneath their feet, and the huge sound was like a shock wave. Even with their ears plugged, they were still deafened and their heads were buzzing.
Sometimes this thing makes the soldiers who fire it feel that they are injuring twenty of their own for every one thousand they injure. After a few years of being an artilleryman, their ears will be deafened.
But it works amazingly.
The artillerymen standing on the slope saw two huge iron balls fly out from the two flaming gun barrels in an instant and fly into the enemy's formation at an extremely fast speed.
Wherever the iron ball passed, people and horses fell to the ground. It pierced through countless enemy bodies, with broken limbs and fragments flying all over the sky. When it stopped, the artillerymen on the hillside saw only an extremely spectacular scene.
Where the shell passed, two blood lines were actually blasted out, and that line became a vacuum zone. No one was standing there anymore. There were only fallen corpses and pieces of broken flesh and armor.
In fact, standing on a high slope in the distance, one cannot intuitively feel the power of the cannon. Only those standing near the artillery line can understand what has just happened.
At this time, wherever the artillery line passed, all the Liao army soldiers were stunned. Many of them even stood there in a daze, completely unaware of what had just happened. They only felt a strong wind whistling around them, followed by a hot current covering their faces, accompanied by the feeling of something falling on their bodies.
When they came to their senses and looked to the side, they could only see minced meat, broken limbs, and pieces of clothing all over the ground. There were at least thirty incomplete bodies, and the blood on the ground had gathered into a small river.
Their bodies were also stained red with the blood of their comrades, and some of them had the bodies of their teammates hanging on their heads. There was a row of people missing from the entire artillery line, leaving a long line of space around them.
"ah!"
“Run!”
"Witchcraft, this is witchcraft!"
This group of Liao troops were Bohai people. They wore warm animal skins and had fierce looks.
But when seeing this scene, even the most ferocious person would just collapse.
They have the courage to fight the enemy, but if they don't know where the enemy is, it will only bring them fear.
Many people opened their mouths wide, staring blankly at the remains of their teammates. After they came to their senses, they felt scared out of their wits, their eyes filled with fear, and then they instinctively rushed towards the surrounding areas.
Their squeeze immediately caused the gap near the long line to become larger and larger. Then a large number of people who didn't know what was going on also squeezed to both sides. The formation suddenly became scattered and chaotic. Even the leader's suppression was of no use.
Less than four minutes later, two more shells completely destroyed the psychological defenses of these soldiers. Many simply dropped their weapons and ran, leaving the battlefield in chaos.
The Bohai soldier regiment northwest of Baosai City was thrown into chaos by four artillery shells, and even panic had spread to the other legions nearby.
The morale of the Song army in the front was not greatly boosted by this. After all, they were too far away and they still needed to deal with enemies nearby.
However, the war at this point was basically a battle of attrition. After less than ten minutes, the infantry regiment in the front was blown to pieces by grenades, and the Bohai Regiment in the rear was slow to make up for it, which caused the balance of war in this area to quickly tilt towards the Song army.
At the same time, on the hillside several miles north of the battlefield, Yelu Zongzhen quickly noticed the commotion over there. Although the distance was extremely far, he could only see that something seemed to be wrong over there, but he didn't know what the problem was.
The main reason was that the artillery was behind the Song army, at least seven or eight miles away from Yelu Zongzhen. At such a long distance, it was almost impossible to see the situation over there except through a telescope.
Moreover, the explosions of grenades and thunder fireballs also covered up the explosions of cannons. Unless Yelu Zongzhen went to the front line of the battlefield in person, it would be impossible to see clearly.
Now he could only vaguely see a large number of people crowding in the direction of the Bohai Legion on the distant battlefield, rising and falling like waves. This was extremely rare in the disciplined rear corps.
So he could only react normally and anxiously said, "What's going on over there? Did the enemy's grenades and thunder fireballs blow up their formation? Quick, go over there immediately and tell their tribal leader to stabilize the formation. Don't let it get chaotic."
"yes."
Tang rode forward to convey the instructions.
However, how difficult is it to convey orders to a battlefield with hundreds of thousands of people?
At least when the Tangqi galloped away, the two artillery pieces on the Song army's side had already aimed at the next target and fired a few more shells.
Now, not only the Bohai army could not hold on, but even the brave and warlike Jurchen army could not hold on. They screamed and fled everywhere like ants on a hot pan, trying to avoid the baptism of artillery fire.
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