"Just when pear blossoms are blooming all over the world..."

Zhu Guoqiang, who was standing in the trench and observing the front line of the slave establishment with a telescope, couldn't help but hummed softly. The rockets whizzed past in the air. The sound sounded so beautiful. The dark sky was filled with fiery red streaks.

The meteor tore apart, and it roared towards the distant plane with a heart-stirring whistle.

The melody is so moving.

As if the God of Death was playing, the star-like fire dragons in the sky were like the strings of the God of Death, fiery red. They roared across the sky, and then fell from the sky. When they landed on the ground

In an instant, violent explosions of smoke exploded on the ground. The explosions of twenty kilograms of nitrate dynamite and the flash of explosion flames caused huge clouds of smoke to rise up in Jiannu's position. For a moment,

, Jiannu's position was completely shrouded in the fierce explosion smoke. The smoke column was like the god of death breathing out from hell, swallowing everyone up in an instant.

Holding a telescope in his hand, Zhu Guoqiang just looked at the Jiannu position that was constantly flashing with explosions. Through the light of the explosion, he could vaguely see the people who were blown up into the air in the smoke. They were like dolls, being blown away by the god of death.

Throw it up from the ground, fling it hard into the air, and then fall to the ground again...

Even two miles away, Zhu Guoqiang could feel the vibrations coming from the Jiannu position with his feet.

"Katyusha love will always belong to him..."

Humming this song softly in his heart, Zhu Guoqiang was waiting for the next round of launch...

However, the rockets of this era are not that perfect. Although they can carry 20 kilograms of nitrate explosives and fly 5 miles away, this weapon still has its shortcomings. Due to problems such as gunpowder burning, some rockets will still fly in the air.

partial.

Occasionally when he looked up at the starry sky, Zhu Guoqiang could clearly see some rockets flying to other places in the sky.

"It seems that this rocket still needs improvement!"

Staring at the Jiannu position that was completely shrouded in gunpowder smoke, Zhu Guoqiang said to himself.

He even thought about where he should go to get information about rocket knowledge - a netizen once suggested that he make rockets. There seems to be a forum where many talents are studying various rockets, and there is no shortage of black powder.

Propellant for rockets.

Maybe we can learn from it, or at least learn from their technology. No matter what, it is more advanced than this era.

Staring at Jiannu's position, Zhu Guoqiang whispered to himself in his heart.

"In the future, violent artillery fire should be used as cover for geotechnical excavation operations..."

For him, this battle is more like learning than a battle. With weapons that are ahead of the times, he can bully others. In order to master some skills as much as possible, he specifically ordered the attack time to be postponed.

one day.

After all, opportunities are rare.

It's rare that there are so many Jian slaves staying in rat holes waiting for the artillery of the Pinglu Army to blow them up. The opportunity is really rare!

It was not only the artillery that carried out "exercises", but also the engineers - the engineers were also training. When they dug a parallel trench in front of Jiannu's Zhizhilu Village - only a hundred meters away, this distance was 100 meters away from Jiannu's Zhizhilu Village.

The cannons cannot be hit and grenades cannot be thrown, so they can be used as infantry attack positions. However, these parallel trenches have now become "artillery positions" on the construction site.

"Quick, compact, press more..."

Zhao Youshui told the brothers around him that they dug pits on the ground and used the pits at a certain angle as "explosive projectiles." They buried explosives at the bottom of the pits, then put wooden boards, soil, and top

Put a 20-pound gunpowder box, and when it is lit, the explosion shock wave will blow the gunpowder box one to two hundred meters away.

Although this engineer version of "explosive projectile" is far more powerful than a mortar, it requires twenty kilograms of gunpowder to project. Therefore, most of the time, this simple projectile is used in emergency situations under special circumstances. Normally, they are rarely used.

There is a chance to practice, and this opportunity is just for practicing.

After the engineers made the request, Zhu Guoqiang even waved his hand specially and approved twenty tons of gunpowder.

Since you have to practice, let’s practice together. It’s a rare opportunity!

While Zhao Youshui and his brothers were preparing weapons there, the green battalion soldiers in the long trench became exhausted due to the continuous bombardment. They were unable to resist the upcoming bombardment at all, and the fortifications had been destroyed.

It was destroyed, and the long trenches also collapsed during the shelling. Even the earthen sheds where they were hiding were collapsed by the violent explosion. Unknown how many Green Camp soldiers were buried alive in those earthen sheds during the explosion, and then suffocated to death inside.

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Pillars of smoke rose up from the ground one after another, mixed with soil, and rose into the air. Although the artillery bombardment was violent, what really shook people's hearts was the rocket artillery bombardment, which was fierce and left no room for resistance. Sometimes, the rockets fired rapidly

The shells poured down like a torrential rain, destroying everything around the trench in the fierce artillery fire.

Amidst the violent shelling, everything on the ground was trembling, and the people inside were experiencing despair that only they could experience.

despair!

Park Yiman, who originally wanted to repay the emperor with his life, only felt a despair that he had never experienced before. This despair made him breathless. After the bombardment finally stopped, he did not even shout as loudly as before.

He was shouting and asking if anyone had lost the prize or was injured. With his head covered in dust, he just sat there dejectedly.

"Park Dabu, will the army fire again?"

Zhang Xinwu, who was leaning in the long trench, picked up a piece of intestine in the soil with his bayonet in some frustration. Whose intestine belonged to it?

Only the devil knows, but it did fall from the sky, and one guy must have been blown to pieces.

In the past, he thought that when he went to the battlefield, he would just take a few knives. But in the past two days, he saw how big living people were blown to pieces. He saw some people staying there one second, and then the next second.

The people just disappeared, and some minced meat - minced meat was scattered near the blasted soil. This was the end of many people.

"Yes, what kind of battle is this Ming army fighting? If you have me, you will rush over..."

"This is an artillery battle. They want to use cannons to blow us all to death..."

Another person sitting on the side said loudly that although as untouchables they longed to become middle-class people with the emperor's gift, or even high-ranking lords, the cruel reality now reminded them that this was just a dream.

Dream!

No one will die in dreams, but here they will not only die, but even their bodies will be left intact.

"Artillery battle? What about our Qing Dynasty's artillery?"

Jin Xiaoli on the side said angrily and loudly.

"Why don't our Qing cannons speak anymore..."

"Like us, we were also bombed so hard that we couldn't even lift our heads..."

Raising his red eyes that were choked by gunpowder smoke, Park Yiman looked in the direction of the gun platform, and then sighed. The place there was also blown away, and the situation there is probably the same as here - just as difficult.

ah!

While they were talking, they suddenly heard a violent loud noise, which seemed to be coming from around them. Even when they were leaning against the trench, they could feel the tremors coming from the ground.

How is this going?

They didn't know that while they were talking, the "gunpowder ejector" in the parallel trench a hundred meters away fired one after another. Hundreds of gunpowder packets were drawn in arcs, mixed with tons of soil, toward the building.

The slave's position flew away.

Before they could figure out what was going on, a lot of dirt fell from the sky. Where did it fall from? Pu Yiman and the others looked at it with some confusion.

When the soil was removed, a large wooden box suddenly fell to the edge of the long trench dozens of feet away.

Suddenly it exploded violently. Even though they were dozens of feet apart, they were still shocked and fell to the ground. Although Park Yiman stuffed cotton in his ears, the shock still made his ears hurt, and he threw his body
Chapter completed!