It seemed that I had a premonition of the blood that was about to happen. Dongjiangtian, which had been clear for half a month, actually drizzled in the middle of the night.

Mao Jue hated the rain the most in later generations, which made it wet and felt uncomfortable all day long. Now, he hated it even more.

Fortunately, God gave face and a little rain to set off the atmosphere. He stopped around seven o'clock in the morning, and did not affect the paper shell bullets in the Dongjiang deer skin bag and the gunpowder in the oak barrel.

In front of the two armies, the flat Dongjiang Highway was like a pockmarked tree. Cracks were already broken out of the soil with one hand. Drops of water slowly dripped down from the index finger that seemed to be mockingly gestured downward, and then a small water concave was formed downward.

Glowing red!

Apart from one hand, the body could no longer be seen. A huge mound of earth completely buried the master of the hand of the Manchu Eight Banners or the Han Eight Banners. Perhaps, only this hand was left.

This is a masterpiece of the Dongjiang Army's artillery bombardment last evening!

More than two months ago, the Dongjiang Army had already set up positions. The gunners also measured the units in advance when the Qing army set up camp. They could hit the units in advance. They had already become materials and written on paper. Even if they were closed, they could hit them, let alone concentrate on death.

Yesterday, the shelling took four rounds, and more than 800 shells were fired. It is estimated that at least five or six hundred frontier Qing army heavy infantry or cavalry were killed and injured. If the exaggerated records in the "Draft of Qing History", the casualties of the Qing army would be another battle to annihilate tens of thousands of Ming army.

However, after being beaten by feudal warlords in Dongjiang, the Qing army seemed to have learned its lesson. Taking advantage of the rich night, tens of thousands of Baoyi slaves who came with the army were busy all night. A trench two meters high, two meters wide and three kilometers long stood out in front of the Qing army, and firmly wrapped the thick and huge Jianzhou Jurchen Army Town behind.

Although the Qing army's ability to siege the city was mediocre, they could not underestimate their civil engineering capabilities. In the Battle of Daling River, the Qing people dug three trenches and earth walls in succession, firmly surrounded Zu Dashou's army in Daling River City, and relied on the trenches to attack the aid, almost killing Mao Jue under Daling River City.

Seeing the extremely lustful Qing army formation only a small part of the trench group, but there were still flags and tents one by one, like mushroom bushes, Mao Jue snorted fiercely, then picked up the can and stuffed it into his mouth.

Just when Mao Jue was jealous of the large number of people in the Qing army, he didn't know that Huang Taiji was also doing the same thing.

"This Dongjiang Mao Man! Where did you get so many cannons!"

No wonder Huang Taiji sighed so vicissitudes. When Ningjin won a great victory, Yuan Chonghuan defeated the arrogant Nurhaci back to the Liaoshen line, relying on the red cannons. How many cannons did Yuan Chonghuan have at that time? Eleven!

In the sixth year of Chongzhen, a Ming army ship carrying red cannons ran aground in Ningqian. Qingting took out Zhenbao Island to rob Soviet tanks and dragged the wrecked cannons back. Headed by Tong Yangxing, a Jurchen tribe of Tong Jia, who had been doing business in Liaodong for many years, formed a heavy army, imitating the red cannons, and spent all the efforts of nine donkeys and two dogs. How many red cannons do the Qing army now have?

Twenty-four doors!

Apart from those who stayed in Shengjing, Huang Taiji did not draw many cannons for so many years. As a result, he arrived in Dongjiang. He was treating the sixteen red-clothed cannons from the two mending forts as the main artillery of the Dongjiang Army. When he moved forward, there was a dangerous mountain fortress with five or seventy red-clothed cannons. He encountered no less than a hundred red-clothed cannons from Baima Mountain City and Dongjiang Academy were equipped with more than fifty red-clothed cannons. He transferred to Tieshan to break through Dongjiang. Half of Huang Taiji suddenly woke up, and the other half was awakened by the artillery bombardment of the five thousand defenders in Baima Mountain City. Good guy, this is too much. Yesterday, Mao Jue showed out more than two hundred cannons.

You can't have money?

But let alone, Huang Taiji's feelings were correct. Qingting's smelting technology was backward. Only one or two were successful for every thirty cannons cast, and the cost was 5,600 taels per cannon. The Ming Dynasty was better and the technology was leading. However, a cannon was distributed from the Ministry of Revenue to the arsenal under the Ministry of War. I don't know how many civil and military officials and eunuchs reached out. There were only a few who really used cast cannons. The cost of the red-clothed cannons in the Ming Dynasty was limited, at about two or three thousand taels.

Mao Jue has neither of these two disadvantages. He is the firearm workshop in Dongjiang. Who dares to embezzle his money? Mao Jue chops up his claws first. In addition, the ore produced by Dongjiang himself and coal produced by Dongjiang himself. The craftsman's expenses are more than the top. He casts a cannon. Before the steam engine, the cost was only a few hundred taels, and now it has dropped to more than two hundred taels.

There are also ammunition, volcanoes, and local Dongjiang. There are many in Japan, including nitrogen mines and Hamkyung. Although Japan is a little less, half of the country's power is not less. As for charcoal, is it short of wood. Is the primeval forests all over the mountains and fields lacking wood? And the iron balls of shells are simpler. With the steam engine, the wheels are polished out. Others are not short of money, but Mao Jue is not short of cannons!

But Huang Taiji was so heroic, and he was just a little emotional. After his eyes turned red, his sharp eagle eyes that did not match his fat face instantly burst out with a sense of despicable energy, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"But this Mao Man is still too young!"

"What the emperor said is extremely true!"

In the telescope, a piece of sack hall was raised, and the stair-shaped circular position was reflected in the telescope. The more than 200 powerful cannons were all encircled by Mao Jue. Fan Wencheng's old face also showed a sneer, holding the telescope in both hands, and returning it to Huang Taiji again.

He stuffed the precious Western telescope into the photobag on his waist and pulled the horse. Huang Taiji immediately raised and down the towering pile of soil, gaining wisdom from his mistakes. On the three-kilometer earth fortress, eight substitutes dressed in clothes similar to him also pulled the horse's head down from the pile. Then there were thirty-two Jurchen strong men with small braids and covered in flesh suddenly beat the sixteen-sided cowhide drums. With the rumbling drums, the Qing army rushed out like an ant from the gaps in the various earth walls.

If the Qing army would plunder the population from the invading places as cannon fodder to take the lead, but Mao Jue from Dongjiang was too clean and cleared the fields. None of the people in Dongjiang were his precious resources, and none of them were left for Jiannu. So the one who took the lead was Baoyi slaves from each family.

He was wearing a horse hanging on his body, holding a knife in one hand and a dirt basket in the other. The first wave was that he had about 3,000 coats and morale rushed out of the dirt encirclement with high morale. He ran forward for dozens of steps, and then he didn't go to fight. He squatted down and took a shovel, desperately clenched in the wet and soft wheat field.

Behind them, some of the eight Han banners equipped with thick leather armor were pushing chariots and coming out from behind heavily and slowly.

This tactic is similar to when Mao Jue and Matsuhira Nobutsu were in the battle at Nagasaki Castle. Faced with Dongjiang's artillery advantages, he adopted civil engineering projects, constantly digging trenches as cover, and then advanced layer by layer to the bottom of the mountain.

The three thousand coats from the village were scattered on the front line of three or four kilometers. The formation was extremely loose and was specially used to deal with the Dongjiang cannons. You can bombard them. Anyway, I am a slave, I am not worth it. If you exchange for five cannons for one life, I will make a profit!

Moreover, war can never be seen clearly. Behind the earth wall, about two thousand of the most powerful cavalry warriors of the Eight Banner Army, led their horses to squat behind, waiting specifically. Once Mao Jue sent cavalry and infantry down the mountain to attack and harass the pavilion of these excavation tunnels, these cavalry would go out of town to entangle the Dongjiang troops, and then encircle the superior cavalry and eat up a large number of his troops.

It had just rained, and the mountain soil was not very hard. As long as a trench was dug and came back alive, you would have half a future military merit. If you accumulate a few more, you would have the possibility of being promoted from Baoyi Aha to a civilian. If you even kill the next head, you would have the hope of raising the flag. A group of plundered Han people were also numb but excited to squat on the ground and snatching it. After more than ten minutes, the second intermittent earth wall had begun to show signs.

Behind the military town, peering quietly at the silent Dongjiang Military Town, Huang Taiji's face showed a look of disappointment.

Is there nothing to do?

But just when Huang Taiji despised Mao Jue, a bean-like gunfire suddenly broke out in the front. After the gunfire, several cannon roars were still slapped.

The Ming army in Dongjiang is not as good as the Ming army in Liaodong! The Liaodong army could not bear the pressure before the Jianzhou cavalry reached more than 100 meters and fired the firearms in advance. Now the two armies are three kilometers apart, and there are no bullets here. Can you hear it?

However, the contempt just rose, and then the expression on Huang Taiji's face froze.

The screams of the blockbusters came at the same time.

"Master!"

Full of excitement, Liu Da, the clan's brother of Dongjiang sentry commander, guerrilla general, and commander Liu Chong, whose beard, whose face was almost no different from his brother, was red with excitement. He held up the officer's revolver and shouted, and a team of Dongjiang troops also shot out the guns in an orderly manner.

There must be something hateful about poor people. These coats are pitiful enough. They are robbed from the Central Plains after leaving their hometowns! But if you are a dog for Jiannu and want to turn me into coats, you will be sorry! The coat slave who was still squatting on the ground and digging was immediately hit by dozens of people by this sudden gun. The rest threw the basket and turned around and ran away.

I never expected that after yesterday's investigation, hundreds of Dongjiang troops could emerge from the empty Luo Village. Meleezhenguar Jiatuly, who was squatting behind the earthen wall, was so angry that his bearded flew up on his face. He shouted and rushed out with a machete. Following him, the cavalrymen of the Huangqi Cavalry Camp whipped their horses and raised their ghost-headed swords diagonally. They didn't care about trampling on Baoyi who had escaped, and collided straight towards the Dongjiang Army formation.

Who knew that these gangsters were really not good guys. They didn't even put the third wave of guns. With a shout, they turned around and ran back into the village.

He had no idea at all, so this picture rushes into the village.

There are too many coincidences on this battlefield. On this side, Huang Taiji's messenger followed behind in anger, and on the other side, Mao Jue's messenger also ran to the artillery round formation panting, yelling at the duck.

"Mr. Sun, please order the fire!"

"It's ready!"

As a veteran who has been in the army for several years, others have practiced big and round waists. Sun Chun is not sure what he is like a little chick, but it doesn't delay her enthusiasm. She almost replied with a reply. She knocked on the flintlock machine with her right hand, and a roar of iron chains trembled, and the shrunk bullets smashed out like a meteor.
Chapter completed!