If you are despicable or not, and put it aside, what you pay attention to on the battlefield is useful or not!

How could Zheng Zhilong’s move be useless?

It's useless, would Haoge be so angry that he cursed?

Just relying on this move, in the first half of the night, Zheng Zhilong swept through two Qing army defense lines outside Tongzhou City. The innermost part was not because the pepper bomb was not used properly, but because there were several small castles standing outside Tongzhou City.

This was built by Buckhouse.

Each bastion is not large in size, but no matter how big the bastion is, it is not something that Zheng Jun can win in the dark.

Shi Lang on the front line suffered a loss and immediately called for a stop.

If someone hides behind a thick earthen wall, shoots and cannons, and you can't even hit them. What else can you do? The fireworks in the sky are setting off for a while, making you unable to approach them quietly.

Besides, the Tartars were not a constant fool. After seeing Zheng Jun's mortar and grenade, they added a cover to the bastion.

The thigh-thick logs covered the head in rows, and even the mortar grenade really fell to the top of the head, and it would not hurt the people below.

It was originally an open-air bastion, but now it has a bit of a closed one.

Fighting hard is just a death. The Tartars now have grenades and shotguns, and no matter how many people there are, it is useless. Shi Lang saw that the situation was not good, so he immediately called to stop.

But in general, it was so serious that such results were achieved overnight.

After dawn, Zheng Jun's shelling was still deafening. To be honest, this was almost useless for those small bulwarks.

The architectural features of the stakes are not tall, but low. Is it easy to avoid enemy shelling? When this thing appeared on the European battlefield, it was when artillery had just become the undisputed leader on the battlefield. Stone shells could easily break the city walls, while metal shells could penetrate the guard walls between the bunkers. Such destructive power made the towering castles collapse at a touch - their indestructible era has never returned.

From then on, in order to avoid the cannon trajectory, castle designers gradually abandoned the tall and solid walls and towers that entered the sky, and instead designed military buildings closer to the surface, keeping them hidden in the land. This complex architectural technology incorporated strict geometry - all the side fortifications in the castle are basically composed of trapezoids and triangles.

The trapezoid refers to the height of the upper and lower. If the basin is low, it cannot stop the enemy. It only takes a thorough cleaning of the soil and sand at a distance from the front of the basin, dig a hole, and look out from the bottom of the pit. Isn’t this height back? The triangle is composed of sharp corners that face outwards, and does not leave a vertical angle of the impact surface on the front.

Second, it is thick. No matter how bad the wall thickness of the basin is, it is not less than three feet. Zheng Zhilong has detailed information here at these basins outside Tongzhou City, with a wall thickness of between four and five feet and five feet. In addition, the resistance of the soil guard wall to shells is much stronger than that of the stone. This sounds ridiculous at first, but it has been tested by practice.

People use softness to overcome hardness, rather than fighting head-on with shells.

So, although Zheng Jun's artillery was very cheerful, it was actually useless for the brink of the brink.

What can make the enemies in the bastion feel threatened is the zigzag trenches that keep digging the soil forward.

Zheng Zhilong remembered that there was a French marshal named Vaubon in European history. He was an architectural genius. Whether it was the design and construction of the bastion or the attack of the bastion, the effect was significant. He even developed a siege method for the bastion. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember the content in a single word.

The way he could come up with was to dig the tunnel and approach the edge of the Tartars' bastion, and at the same time, he would break the cover on the top of the Tartars as much as possible.

As long as there is no cover on the head, send the shells to the basin surface and clear the defensive troops, artillery and gunners on the city.

Then he started to attack the later bunker in the middle and rear of the castle. This is the method Zheng Zhilong took out after thinking about it over and over again.

...

Standing in the trench on the side of the basin, Martai was grinding the sabre with bricks and stones in the trench. A green flag was inserted behind him, indicating the identity of the soldiers beside him.

After experiencing the first battle of the war, he was sent to the Green Camp. This was something Martai never expected.

Yesterday he was still a third-class guard beside Haoge. Although he was only sixteen years old and had just been transferred from the capital, he deserved it as a child of the Niuhulu clan and as the grandson of Eyidu, one of the five ministers.

From a third-class guard to a first-class guard, then transfer to the Green Banner Soldier to be a deputy general, and slowly gets to the rank of admiral, then you are qualified to return to the Eight Banner Soldier to be a role.

This is the route that Martai had already been booked early on.

But I really didn't expect that this plan would change faster than it would. With the blink of an eye, he was pushed to the front line and supervised the war.

The defenders were defeated last night, and I don’t know how many troops were lost. Many green flags were messed up, and the defeated soldiers have not been fully rectified yet.

And the officers also suffered a lot.

However, Haoge could not allow these green flag defeated soldiers to be confused, so he simply organized a group of thousands of people and sent his guards to take the lead.

Martai, who had never even touched the battlefield before, had to drive the ducks to put them on the shelves.

This guy is quite good at martial arts, after all, is he a real Tartar? At this time, the top leaders of the Tartars were not corrupt yet, but when asked to lead troops to fight, Martai was so tender that he was like a delicate yellow-flowered girl.

But he still has to come to the front line - such a very unpredictable place.

In the last trench area, Hauge sent out all his guards, and rookies like Martai were sent to the trenches to supervise the battle. The great defeat at night was too much to hurt the morale of the defenders.

Originally, the three-layer defense line was well-known, especially the first night when Zheng Jun came, he even repelled Zheng Jun.

But who expected that he used his trick and took down two layers of defense in the first half of the night. The third layer of defense has a bastion, and it is hard to deal with this thing, but although I can guarantee that Zheng Zhilong would not find any other one and get the bastion done? In that case, Tongzhou City will be over.

Martai shredded his sword, hoping that the sword he had left behind would bring him martial luck. Suddenly, his ears roared, and the sound was different from the sound of Zheng Jun shooting artillery. He hurriedly looked up and saw that his own artillery on the top of the city were firing one after another.

If Martai didn't stretch his head to look, he knew that Zheng Jun's trench must have been dug close to it.

A burst of dust and smoke rose from the southern position, and almost at the same time, the whistle of the mortar cannon blossoming bullets broke through the air!

Even though the shell could not hit the Qing army at all, the shells still had to be fired. Can the rising smoke block the view?

Martai kept sharpening his knife. He was not worried that the shell would fall on his head at all. He was a child of Niuhulu. How could he have such a back? He would be stunned by the shells and fall into the narrow tunnel?

What's more, the Zheng army's artillery fire was all aimed at the bastion.

But..., people really can't stand flags at will!

But after a while, a sharp voice came into his ears, and the sound was getting closer and closer!

He was shocked and before he could get up, he saw a black shadow falling two or three feet away on the right side of the tunnel. The iron bullet hit him right and fell into the trenches. Martai shouted and rushed out.

A scream and a roar of explosion spread in his ears, but the shell ignited half a barrel of powder on the side.

Fortunately, the medicine powder was open, and its power was greatly reduced after the explosion. The Marty people were lifted up by a wave of air and then hit the side wall of the tunnel heavily, causing a burst of numbness all over their body.

But his life is still there.

His face was wet, and his nose could smell a strong smell of blood. He struggled to get up to see the trench. The smoke filled the gunpowder and the shrill screams came out. The soldiers on the left and right sides all left here like the plague gods. Then his two followers rushed over. The two looked at Martai nervously, and they opened their mouths and said something in Martai's ear, but Martai couldn't hear clearly.

It is true that Zheng Jun was blocked in front of the bastion, but isn’t the scene in this trench real?

Martai was only a member of the Qing army. He had not died just now, which was his luck; if he could encounter this unlucky thing even when he was squatting in the trenches, it was his misfortune again.

Luck and misfortune have a great impact on personal destiny. However, on the battlefield, personal destiny is so irrelevant to the outcome of the entire battle.

The next battlefield progress is a microcosm of the previous one. With the bombardment of Qing army artillery, Zheng soldiers dug the tunnel bit by bit, and mortar bombs exploded on the battlefield. Although the rolling black smoke could not completely provide thorough cover for the tunnel soldiers, it would always have some effect. More importantly, this could give Zheng soldiers who were digging the trenches great comfort in their hearts.

Martai was very lucky to be unharmed and sat up staggeringly, "Dog slave, why don't you help me sit down." The fear in his eyes soon disappeared, and then he started to curse Zheng Jun in a nagging manner.

After being assigned to the trenches, he knew that he might have given his life here. But then he was just a life, what were he afraid of?

The Qing Dynasty had been fighting with Zheng Zhilong for a day or two, and there were not only one or two ministers of the Eight Banners who died in his hands. Several of the Aisin Gioro family had lost their money. Their uncles (Turg and Yilden) were both defeated generals under Zheng Zhilong. What's so strange about him dying in Tongzhou?

Although he is only sixteen years old, he is really not afraid of death.

Compared with death, Martai was more worried that he would embarrass his ancestors.

The moans were soon gone in the trench, and the latter was carried away. As for where they would be sent, Martai knew very well, but many low-level soldiers were not clear.

There were no screams and moans in the tunnel, but the sound of low crying was endless.

Martai's eyes were filled with fierce lights. He didn't want to hear crying now. Is he afraid of death? He was afraid of death. If he could do it, he would never want to die. But he would not surrender, would not escape, nor would he cry. In Martai's eyes, the crying was a coward.
Chapter completed!