Chapter 549: Showing Power

"Get up, coward, and reload immediately!"

North Di East artillery position.

The North Di chief in charge of the artillery glanced at the dead artillerymen and immediately ordered the reserve artillerymen.

Although his expression was ferocious, the panic in his eyes was difficult to conceal.

When the Black Iron King's Tent attacked the Yanzhou Bastion, they knew that the Yanzhou artillery had a longer range and greater power than theirs.

Before attacking Yanguan, their generals reported this problem to Khan Mule Hongzhen.

After all, if this problem cannot be solved, when attacking Yanguan, their artillerymen will only become targets of the enemy's artillery.

Soon after, they got a solution.

It is said that missionaries from the Russian country gave their Khan a suggestion.

That is to use sandbags, mud, wood and other materials to build artillery positions to protect artillery and soldiers.

It's just that the power of Yanzhou artillery is too great.

If the artillery is equal, the fortifications they built may give the enemy artillery a headache.

But the soldiers of Yanzhou were in a high position and the artillery was powerful. Although their situation was better, they still could not avoid casualties.

They were suppressed by the Yanzhou artillery again.

"Ah..."

He was distressed when another artillery sandbag was knocked down and the bouncing shell hit the arm of a Beidi soldier.

The Beidi soldier screamed and his arm was broken directly, bleeding.

"Don't be afraid, hit them hard. The soldiers of Yanguan have almost died of the plague. Now only a few people are resisting stubbornly. The victory will eventually belong to us Beidi."

"After we take over Yanguan, I will take you to Yanzhou to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks. You can choose any woman in Yanzhou." The Beidi general shouted with red eyes.

"Anda!" The beast nature of the Beidi soldiers was provoked. They kept hammering their chests and shouting slogans.

Anda means to fight to the death in Beidi. After a roar, they immediately loaded and fought back.

It was just that their shells flew towards Yanguan, or passed over the walls of Yanguan and fell into Yanguan, or hit the walls, raising a slight cloud of dust.

"Boom boom boom..."

After their bombardment, the artillery on the top of Yanguan roared again.

The shells flew towards them with a sharp whistle, and screams were heard again on the battlefield.

On the top of Yanguan, Tang Qing held the telescope and observed the artillery positions of Beidi.

He felt slightly satisfied with the bombardment of the Beidi artillery positions.

Although Beidi's fortifications caused them obstacles, their shells continued to cause casualties to the other side.

And they were high above, occupied the terrain, and with the attenuation of the power of Beidi's artillery, they would not be as embarrassed as the Beidi artillery.

However, despite this, the Beidi artillery finally tied down some of their artillery.

And this is also a major difference between the enemy with artillery and without artillery.

The other side has no artillery, so they can concentrate all their efforts on bombarding the siege soldiers.

Now, they could only send out a part of the soldiers to deal with the siege, and the rest had to shoot at each other until the other side's artillery was destroyed.

"Anda!"

Just as they were firing at each other, the Beidi soldiers roared and rushed towards the city wall.

The distance kept shortening, 400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters.

Tang Qing left 72 artillery pieces to deal with the Beidi soldiers' siege.

The artillerymen changed to grapeshot, and the sound of the cannons rang out.

Grapeshot fell like a rain of bullets, and the densely charged soldiers kept falling down, and blood splashed into the air.

But this did not make the siege soldiers retreat, they continued to charge towards Yanguan with ladders.

"Muller Hongzhen really snowed blood this time." Chang Wei looked at the battlefield.

Unlike the past, he ordered the servants to attack the city first.

This time, the Beidi soldiers and the Xiliang soldiers actually mixed together and rushed forward.

Obviously, they did this to boost the morale of the Xiliang people, meaning that they, the Beidi people, did not use the Xiliang people as scapegoats.

However, in Chang Wei's opinion, there is another deeper meaning behind Muller Hong's arrangement.

That is, the Beidi soldiers also served as the supervisory team during the charge.

If the Xiliang soldiers retreated, the Beidi soldiers would kill them immediately.

Thinking of this, he observed carefully, and indeed he found that the Beidi soldiers forced the Xiliang soldiers to move forward.

"Fortunately, Your Highness has cracked the Beidi plague, otherwise Yanguan would not be able to be saved this time." Mo Yu also noticed it, and he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

It must be said that the casualties of the Beidi soldiers would be great, but it guaranteed the morale of the 400,000 soldiers.

"General, they have entered the 200-meter range." The soldier responsible for measuring the distance of the enemy soldiers shouted loudly.

Chang Wei immediately said: "Fire!"

"Bang bang bang..."

His order was issued, and the soldiers on the city wall immediately pulled the trigger.

A burst of white smoke rose, and the Beidi soldiers who were running seemed to be tripped and fell to the ground.

The number of casualties in an instant was much greater than that caused by artillery.

"Good!" Mo Yu couldn't help but shout.

Although the power of the artillery is huge, the number of shells fired at one time is limited after all, and there is an interval between firing.

In comparison, there are nearly 10,000 musketeers deployed on the city wall.

At this moment, they are arranged in three rows, and they continue to attack the charging Beidi soldiers in three stages.

In this way, they can fire a lot of bullets at one time, and the firepower is continuous.

If the rain of bullets fired by the artillery is a drizzle, the rain fired by the musketeers is a heavy rain.

With the long range and accuracy of the rifle, a three-stage shooting immediately caused one or two thousand casualties to the charging Beidi soldiers.

On the city wall, it was obvious that the density of the charging soldiers had decreased.

"No wonder His Highness is so calm." Chang Wei sighed.

He had only seen the power and accuracy of the rifle on the parade ground.

He had never seen so many soldiers using rifles at the same time on the real battlefield.

But the effect was much stronger than he expected.

This was a distance of 200 meters. If it was a flintlock, the bullet would not have much power after flying so far.

"Bang bang bang..."

The first round of three-stage shooting ended, and the second round of three-stage shooting began.

Another large number of Beidi soldiers fell.

The density of the charging Beidi soldiers became sparser.

After this shooting, the charging Beidi soldiers obviously moved more slowly, as if they were thinking about what happened.

Why did the people around them disappear while running?

"Don't stop, keep charging!"

"If we don't take Yanguan this time, no one will be able to go back alive!"

"..."

In the charging team outside the city, the Beidi soldiers kept shouting, urging the Xiliang soldiers to keep moving forward.

Beside him, the wounded soldiers kept groaning in pain.

But they couldn't care about all this, they were dying in the camp.

If they couldn't win, they would rather die on the battlefield.

"An..."

Another Beidi soldier shouted slogans, but his voice stopped abruptly.

After a burst of gunfire, there was a bullet hole in the center of his brow.