"Dong dong dong dong..."

In the twentieth year of Wanli, in the early morning of September 20th, when the first ray of rising sun was about to pierce the last dark curtain in front of the people, as hundreds of huge war drums were beaten, the thunderous drum sound made the people

The morning glow in the sky seems to be trembling!

"Hey yo~hey yo!"

Under the fiery red sun, amidst the thunderous sound of war drums, outside the gates of Pyongyang, groups of Yulin Guardsmen wearing bright yellow uniforms were shouting slogans, lifting or pushing people.

He placed a Menhu squatting cannon and a Folang machine gun about three hundred steps away from the city wall, and began to place and adjust them in an orderly manner.

"Brothers, this siege begins with our artillery's attack. You have to adjust it for me!"

While these gunners were adjusting the artillery, Zhu Dingchen, Zhang Weixian and Wu Changsheng, who were members of the Artillery Thousand Households, were constantly inspecting and patrolling outside each door on their war horses.

"Qianhu, don't worry! We will definitely feed these little bastards to their fullest, hahahaha!"

While carefully and skillfully placing and adjusting each artillery piece, these artillerymen were still in the mood to joke.

"Herodus..."

While the artillerymen of the Yulin Guards were placing and adjusting the artillery pieces, the horses, which were neighing with excitement, and a cavalryman wearing red, white, yellow, and blue cotton armor, were also

They gradually came to a stop about fifty paces behind the artillery.

Needless to say, these cavalry were the Jianzhou Guard Cavalry distinguished by flag colors under Nuerhachi, which were the predecessors of the Eight Banners in original history.

However, in this time and space, with Wang Bing, the champion who devoured Nuerhachi to death, there is a high probability that it will be impossible for him to develop the Eight Banners.

"Kakakaka..."

After these Jianzhou four-color cavalry, the Yulin Guards, who carried flintlock rifled muskets on their backs and carried Qi swords on their waists, followed closely.

"Baga! Are our big tubes just decorations? Blow their big tubes!"

Just as the Habayashi Guards were setting up and debugging artillery outside the city, on Pyongyang City, Commander Konishi, who was the general of the Japanese First Army, was roaring at the Japanese gunners at the top of the city.

"Back to the General, we... our big guns... can't hit that far!"

Facing the angry-looking Governor Konishi, several gunners fell to the ground with their heads almost stuck in their crotches.

"Baga! How do you know you can't hit it if you don't try? We are on top of the city, from a high position, how can we not hit it?"

After mentioning that a gunner's slap was a slap in the face, Governor Konishi finally revealed his reasons.

In fact, Governor Konishi was very clear about the range of his so-called large barrel, which was almost an enlarged version of the matchlock gun.

But looking at the large and small artillery pieces that totaled at least thousands outside the city, he was really unwilling to give them a try.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Soon, under the unwilling urging of Governor Konishi, more than a dozen so-called big tubes roared and sprayed pieces of lead shotguns towards the city.

However, compared to the real cannons of the Ming army, these enlarged versions of matchlock muskets known as "big tubes", even taking advantage of the geographical advantage of the city head, their maximum range is still nearly five meters away from the artillery positions of the Yulin Guards.

It's ten steps away.

In other words, when the artillery of the Habayashi Guards 'speaks', even with the geographical advantage, the Japanese in Pyongyang City can only endure it.

"Damn, you scared me! You little naughty boy, you can't wait any longer, right? I'll serve you the food right away!"

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"General, the artillery is ready. General, please give instructions!"

Even though Wang Bing's current official position is "General Manager of Japanese Preparation", the people of the Habayashi Guards are still accustomed to calling him "general".

"Then let's start after half a stick of incense! Remember, don't let me stop until the barrel of the cannon is turned red!"

Compared with Li Rusong's attack on Pyongyang City in the original history, which used poisonous smoke and rockets, Wang Bing's method of attacking the city this time was much simpler and cruder.

However, simplicity must be simple, and roughness must be rough. Infected by Wang Bing's "synthetic phobia of insufficient firepower", the entire Yulin Guard's pursuit of "firepower" has almost reached what the current "production capacity" can satisfy.

the pinnacle of.

Therefore, even if it is just a simple Tiger Kneeling Cannon and a medium-sized Folan cannon, it is too powerful to hold them back.

There are a total of 2,400 Tiger Crouching Cannons and 600 medium-sized Folang Machines. On average, each of the five attacked city gates in Pyongyang has to withstand the bombardment of more than 500 artillery pieces.

What's more, this is just artillery. In addition to artillery, the Habayashi Guards also have two major items, flintlock rifled muskets and grenades, which are far more powerful than the Japanese matchlock muskets!

"fire!"

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Soon, half a stick of incense passed by in a flash. Wang Bing, who was personally supervising the battle outside the Great West Gate, pulled out his long sword and struck forward with a "choking" sound. Along with the earth-shattering roar of cannons, only a piece of lead was seen.

The large net woven by marbles and stones appeared instantly on top of Pyongyang City.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

"Ah~"

"Oh Kasan!"

In an instant, as these 'big nets' came down, above the city, the miserable wails and ghostly screams of these wimps could be heard in an instant!

There is no way, facing the Ming Dynasty version of the "mortar" like the Crouching Tiger Cannon, even if you hide behind the parapet, you still can't avoid the baptism of its curved trajectory.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Not to mention, when the little Japanese on the city head were bearing the curved ballistic strike of the Crouching Tiger Cannon, among the several city gates, except for the Mi Tai Gate in the northeast corner, all the other gates were

It was heavily bombarded by Franco machine guns.

Although due to the power of the medium-sized Folan cannon, it cannot blast through the city gate as easily as the red cannon, but it cannot defeat the rich and powerful Habayashi Guards.

Therefore, under the continuous bombardment of more than a hundred medium-sized Folan cannons, it didn't take long for several city gates to collapse one after another under the horrified eyes of the little Japanese at the top of the city.

However, what these Japanese scoundrels did not understand was that when the city gates had collapsed, the Ming army outside the city strangely did not immediately launch an attack on the city, but continued to attack the city with dense artillery.

Anger poured out of his head, as if all the ammunition was free.

However, the Ming army did not immediately launch an attack on the city, which made these little Japanese pirates think they had seized the opportunity, and actually wanted to have people block the city gate.

"Hahahaha, what are you thinking of?"

Seeing that the Japanese in the city actually wanted to block the city gate, because the effect of bombarding the Japanese in the city was not as good as that of the French gunners with the Crouching Cannon, I couldn't help but get excited.
Chapter completed!