"I like to eat the whole lamb, I like it the most. I will eat it three or five pounds..."

In the Pili Legion, a soldier hummed proudly.

The soldier next to him glared at him with contempt and snorted: "Dezhi! I ate roasted beef legs last night, isn't it better than roasted whole lamb?"

"It's delicious, delicious... all delicious. Damn, how many livestock should the Tartars have robbed? ***, all over the mountains and fields are full of cattle and sheep. I have never seen so many cattle and sheep...all fell into our hands...haha..."

"Foodies! There are more than 30,000 Tartars in front of you, and there is still a fierce battle!"

"How many real Tartars are there? I won't talk about the Mongolians, there are more than 10,000 Han people. Why are these people working wholeheartedly for the Tartars? Surrender quickly..."

"Not! Their faces of our ancestors were thrown away..."

...

During the battle of Gaotang, Yuetuo and Du Du discarded all the livestock and prisoners, and made the Pili Legion get a big bargain. Every day, the meat and esophageal tubes are full, so they eat the soldiers with fat waists and round belly, and they almost get the Tartars to move their bodies.

"After arriving in Shandong, I ran back and forth for a long time, but I didn't see the shadow of the Tartars, which made the cavalry and the navy stand out. It was strange that the Tartars ran to our encirclement. This Tartar was really stupid..."

"Haha...not. Although we have not seen the shadow of the Tartars yet, we have military achievements! The people here are not worth the money..."

As he was speaking, the soldier's words came to an abrupt end. He looked into the distance and was stunned, and shouted desperately: "Enemy attack!"

With the soldiers' roar, the sound of gongs suddenly rang out. The soldiers were fully armed, and rushed up the village wall with their weapons and looked into the distance.

"My mother... it's not an enemy attack, it's clearly a group of people..."

"That's right, there are all Tartars, all the people!***, there are more cattle and sheep all over the mountains and fields..."

"No...there are Tartars driving the people out!"

A soldier had sharp eyes and found the Tartars in the team. The soldiers suddenly became nervous, and they all looked out through the clasp.

"Woo...woo..."

Among the people all over the mountains, the shrill sound of the ox horn suddenly sounded, and the breakthrough east of the canal, the anti-breakout battle officially began.

During the battle, the so-called hesitation about firing arrows and firing shells because the enemy drove the people to attack the city is bullshit, it is a sensational plot made up by the novelist and does not exist at all on the real battlefield.

Seeing that the people were less than a thousand steps away from the city, the thunderbolt cannon took the lead and poured the flowering bullet into the people and the Tartar array.

"Boom...boom..."

The artillery bombardment began, and it was extremely fierce without any interruption. Since the artillery of the Pili Legion arrived in Shandong, it had hardly fired many artillery pieces. It drove the beasts to transport artillery and ammunition every day, which was much harder than ordinary soldiers. This time, they finally found a good way to reduce their load, which was to shoot all the shells at hand.

The scene of the shelling is far less beautiful than the fireworks. What you see in your eyes is that except for the monotonous red firelight, it is thick black smoke. Sometimes a gunner with a black face emerges from the black smoke, almost like black charcoal, thrown in the dark night and disappears directly.

The sound of artillery bombardment is far from pleasant. Apart from the dull sound of firing and the sharp sound of breaking through the air, it is also a violent explosion. The artillery soldiers' hearing is basically not very good, and they can be regarded as third-class disabled.

Of course, the soldiers of Jingzhou in the city had time and energy to think about these things. However, the people who were directly under the fire of artillery were hit by the enemy.

This is not the first time that the Tartars among the people have experienced artillery fire. Although their hearts are so scared that they are pounding, they are still calm, holding swords and guns, galloping around, driving the people to watch the city and run desperately, and wantonly harvesting the lives of the people who are trying to escape.

The people's faces were stormed by strong wind, and they heard the violent explosions and sharp whistling sounds in their ears, which scared them so much that their five souls had been lost. Especially when they saw someone around them being terrible by shrapnel, they finally shouted and ran away in scattered.

Seeing that the first batch of people attacked were completely in chaos, the Tartars simply left the people's group. As soon as the Tartars were driven away, they took more than a hundred steps behind them. The archer, who was waiting for the battle, let go of the bowstring without hesitation and poured the deadly arrow into the people's group.

In massacre, both the enemy and us were massacring. In less than a quarter of an hour, more than a thousand people who set out in the first batch were slaughtered and became unjust souls on the battlefield.

All the people who had not yet set out were frightened and their calves were weak and their bodies were trembling like sieves.

The Tartars used bloody killing to tell the people a cruel fact: the shells that exploded above their heads were far less threatening than the Tartars' archers. If they rushed forward, they might survive. If they ran around, they would have to be shot and killed by the Tartars.

“Wow…wow…”

The people in the second batch cried and shouted, running desperately towards the city. They fell down, got up and ran away until their lives finally disappeared.

They used their rough big hands to move the horse away, stepped on the caltrops with their fleshy feet, and filled the trench with their flesh and blood...

Here, there was only one attack point. Under Yue Tuo's strict order, the army was divided into three units and launched an assault at three places at the same time.

"boom……"

Suddenly, a burst of explosion between heaven and earth, and the red-clothed cannon of the Tartars opened fire.

The sound of the red-clothed cannon was beyond the reach of the thunderbolt. It instantly overshadowed the thunderbolt's momentum and smashed several solid iron balls towards the village wall.

The red-clothed cannon was more than two miles away from the village wall, and its hit rate was imagined. A shell even landed behind the people, rolling out a bloody road, smashing more than a dozen people into pieces and unable to find the complete corpses.

The remaining shells crossed the walls of more than meter and fell into the Jingzhou army camp. The Jingzhou army, which was caught off guard, finally suffered casualties.

However, just from the sight of the red-clothed cannon aiming at the village wall, the hit rate is zero.

After more than half a minute apart, the red-clothed cannon finally fired again. This time, his luck was pretty good. An iron ball hit the village wall directly, knocking the village wall to the ground with a range of more than meter. The iron ball, which had not yet been exhausted, jumped into the camp and broke into the camp until it hit a big tree. It stopped. The black iron ball was still steaming with a sneering heat.

The first gap finally appeared in the village wall.

"Boom...boom..."

The shelling of the red-clothed cannons was effective, and they became more and more courageous when they fought. They had a strange gun battle with the thunder cannons in the city that did not interfere with each other.

The Pili Legion was not equipped with cannons with a range of more than two miles, and no cavalry launched a raid on the Tartar cannons, so the soldiers had only one choice: resist!

Fortunately, the shooting speed of the Red Barbarian Cannon was pitifully slow, and the casualties to the Jingzhou Army were minimal.

After a full bombardment, the wall of the village was covered with holes by red-clothed cannons, and more than a dozen gaps appeared.

The Tartars seemed to be satisfied with the number of gaps, and eventually stopped shelling and issued an attack order.

The heavy armored cavalry was in front and the archers were behind, and the formation was scattered. The Tartars slowly and resolutely approached the village wall. Even if the flowering bullets exploded or exploded above their heads, it would not affect their progress at all.

Ling Su stood at the height of the camp and saw Tartars swarming like mountains and fields, without any nervousness, but felt a little regretful.

"What a pity, a military army has only more than forty thunderbolt cannons. If there are hundreds of them, it is enough to cover up the barrage that the governor said. How could the Tartars have the possibility of moving forward at all?"

As the absolute master of cannons, Ling Su always dreams of cannons becoming the god of war and playing a decisive role in the battlefield.

"Maybe it will be difficult to see the spectacular barrage blocking in this life, and the scene covered by barrage..."

Ling Su was a senior officer, of course, knowing that in order to prepare for the three-month ammunition, military workshops in Jingzhou increased their horsepower to produce before they could barely supply them. At the same time, they used almost all their transportation strength and recruited more than 60,000 civilians to transport military supplies.

In Jingzhou, it is already quite difficult to maintain this war. How could a single army be equipped with hundreds of artillery?

Just as Ling Su kept sighing that the artillery battle was already facing a bottleneck, the Tartars had advanced to less than two hundred steps away from the city.

In the Tartar formation, the rhythm of the war drums suddenly became more and more urgent. The Tartars shouted, with heavy cavalry as the leader, and the archers followed closely and launched an attack.

"***, the Tartars were willing to use heavy cavalry to attack the village wall. It seems they were going to fight to the death..."

Before Ling Su's secret curses fell, the musketeers took the lead in firing. The world was filled with banging gunshots, like fried beans or storms, covering the entire camp in the black smoke.

This is the massacre, the massacre that the Han people have always dreamed of!

The Tartars' war horses fell to the ground as if they had suddenly encountered a tripping rope, overturning the Tartars on their backs, either falling on the trumpets or on the iron caltrops. They were lucky, but under the guard of the armor, their internal organs were hit hard and they vomited a mouthful of blood. If they were unlucky, a part of their body would be penetrated directly, which was extremely tragic.

The musketeers were hidden behind the village walls, not as nervous as they were when facing the cavalry. The speed and accuracy of their movements were greatly improved. The barrage he produced was getting faster and faster and denser, and they all poured into the Tartars, one round after another, endless.

When the heavy cavalry were slaughtered, the Tartars' archers finally rushed to the range, and they all set their bows and arrows, pouring them desperately onto the village wall.

Under the intensive attack of bows and arrows, the musketeers' losses increased sharply, and the speed and density of shooting were greatly affected.

The cavalry took the opportunity to swarm up and drove the horses in the galloping wildly to jump across the trench, and in an instant they rushed into the gap.

The Tartar cavalry was about to start a massacre and when they took out their anger from the soldiers in the village, they suddenly discovered that the spearmen were waiting for him not far ahead, staring at him with cold eyes, and the left and right sides were filled with musketeers.

"Bang...bang..."
Chapter completed!