"Boom boom boom" A roaring cannon sounded from the formation of the Qing Korean soldiers. One by one, a few red cannons made by North Korea spewed out orange tongues of flames towards the direction of the bastion, and white smoke filled the sky rose from the Qing Korean soldiers' positions.

"Go and avoid the cannon!" Liu Zhaoji shouted.

"Let's go down quickly!" Zhao Peng shouted. Seeing that Chen Yunying was still standing behind the female wall, he quickly threw her to the ground, took out a shield and blocked her head.

"I'm sorry, Zhao was abrupt. He just worried about the girl's safety, so I hope the girl should not be surprised." Zhao Peng apologized. Because when he threw Chen Yunying down, he touched her. In this era, men and women were not allowed to get along with each other.

Chen Yunying turned around and glared at Zhao Peng fiercely. He saw him holding a shield on his head. He heard the sound of shells hitting the female wall. The stones inside the female wall cracked and the gravel hit the shield. A sound like a rainstorm was made. Chen Yunying knew that it was Zhao Peng who saved him, otherwise she would have been injured now. She felt a little warm and moved.

Seeing Zhao Peng again, he looked handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and extraordinary temperament, Chen Yunying blushed and said softly. "Mr. Marquis, you should pay attention to safety as well. The shield blocks yourself and don't be injured by gravel."

In fact, there is no need for Chen Yunying to say anything. A soldier has long held a shield to protect Zhao Peng.

The Qing army bombarded the bastion group for an hour at a rate of fire every six minutes. More than 100 North Korean-made red artillery fired more than 1,500 shells, but the solid bastion remained unmoved.

Zhao Peng and others stood up, and Chen Yunying looked at Zhao Peng with gratitude.

Liu Zhaoji said: "Marty, we don't have red barbarian cannons. Every time Jiannu attacks our army, we can only watch them bombard, but we are unable to fight back. Every night, the brothers have to repair the castle."

Zhao Peng nodded: "The bastion is not so easy to collapse. Even if no one repairs it, they will not even think about shattering the bastion for a month! As long as Jiannu comes up, kill them as much as possible!"

The sound of the Qing army's cannon stopped, and only the war drums rumbled and the horns were heard on the Qing army's positions. Teams of Qing soldiers wearing red mandarin duck battle jackets and black Korean hats pushed the shield chariots and advanced towards the bastion.

Just as the shield carriage of the Qing Korean soldiers entered within three hundred steps of the bastion, Liu Zhaoji shouted: "Fire the cannon!"

With Liu Zhaoji's order, on the fortress above the brigade, a deafening roar of five hundred pound general cannons and a thousand pound Francs made a deafening roar, and the muzzle spit out dazzling flames. The smoke filled the top of the brigade, and rows of whistling three pound shells flew towards the direction of the Qing army's shield car group.

The shells pierced into the North Korean shield car group. The shield car in the front was hit by a three-pound shell. Accompanied by a sound of wood shattering, the shield plate in front of the shield car was immediately smashed to pieces. The shield cart was tilted to one side, and a blood mist rose from behind. The North Korean auxiliary soldiers who were pushing the cart were killed and injured.

The shells continued to drill into the shield chariot formation and smashed one by one. A scream rang out from the Korean crowd. From three hundred steps away from the bastion to the trench in front of the bastion, the shield chariots were destroyed everywhere, and the bodies of Korean soldiers and wounded soldiers were everywhere.

After all, the fire rate of artillery back then was relatively slow and its power was not large enough. Moreover, there were not enough artillery here, so it was impossible to completely stop the North Korean shield chariots from advancing.

The North Korean shield chariot arrived in front of the trench. Groups of North Korean auxiliary soldiers carried bags of sandbags, came out from behind the shield chariot, and threw sandbags into the trench.

At this moment, dense projectiles and arrows suddenly shot out from the two triangular forts and a concave fortresses, forming cross fire from three directions, and greeting the North Koreans who were filling the trench.

Screams continued, and most of the North Koreans were shot halfway, causing them to fall on the side of the shield car to fall outside the shield car. Only a few people rushed to the trench and fell into the trench with sandbags, or just threw the sandbags and were shot to the ground while running back.

The North Korean auxiliary soldiers who survived by luck retreated back to the back of the shield cart, pulled the emptied shield cart, and tried their best to pull back.

The general artillery and Qianjin Franc aircraft of the defenders at the city opened fire again, destroying another group of retreating shield vehicles, but most of them escaped from the range of the artillery fire at the city.

After the Qing army's shield car returned, about a quarter of an hour later, the shield car filled with sandbags came up again, and shield carts were pushed upwards in the direction of the bastion.

Seeing the Qing army's shield cart coming up again, Zhao Peng turned to ask Liu Zhaoji: "Liu Junmen, are you still enough ammunition?"

Liu Zhaoji replied: "It's enough. The Zheng family navy came at least three times a month and had a lot of supplies. In Jiaodong, we also produce gunpowder and bullets. Marquis, what we lack here is not ammunition, but cannons. I heard that Marquis cast a lot of new cannons, which are much better than our self-cast cannons in Jiaodong. I don't know how much I hope the Marquis can send some cannons to Jiaodong."

Zhao Peng nodded and said, "After I go back this time, I will send you Jiaodong some more artillery."

The defenders fired again and destroyed a group of shield cars, but more shield cars arrived in front of the trench and threw countless sandbags into the trench, leaving behind corpses in a row in front of the trench.

The Qing army shield car retreated again, and a quarter of an hour later, another shield car was pushed forward.

After a morning, the Qing army finally laid a passage above the trench. Next, they were about to launch a large-scale attack on the trench.

Zhao Peng stood in a concave fort, holding a telescope and looking at the Qing army camp about 500 steps away. He put down the telescope and turned to Liu Zhaoji and said, "It's a pity that we don't have long-range cannons here, otherwise we can hit the Jiannu camp five hundred steps away. Liu Junmen, don't worry, I will send a batch of cannons here when I go back this time."

"Then thank you Marquis!" Liu Zhaoji quickly knelt on one knee and thanked him.

The Qing army's shield chariot advanced again. This time the shield chariot was not loaded with sandbags, but groups of Qing soldiers followed behind the shield chariot. A large number of Qing Korean soldiers carried simple cloud ladders and simple trench bridges, and soldiers holding swords and guns followed behind the auxiliary soldiers. The Korean bird gunner followed closely behind the shield chariot, ready to enter the range, and then shot at the top of the city.

The roar of cannons sounded again at the top of the city wall. The general's cannon and the thousand-jin Franc aircraft kept spitting out flames. The shells hit the shield chariot one after another. The shield chariot and the shield plates were shattered and tilted to one side. Some shells smashed the shield plates and pierced into the Qing army behind, pulling out flesh and blood alleys from the crowd.

The gunmen of the general cannon nervously cleaned the cannon chamber, cooled the cannon chamber, then loaded it into a fixed charge pack, and then loaded it into a shotgun; while the gunmen of the Qianjin Franchise directly pulled out the shotgun, replaced it with a new one, and aimed at the shield truck that continued to advance. The gunmen ignited the cannon, and the Qianjin Franchise quickly fired the second round of shells.

The gunners had no time to observe the effect of the shelling, but quickly pulled off the pin at the tail of the gun, used an iron hook to pull the hot pin gun out of the belly of the cannon, then held a new pin gun and stuffed it into the belly of the cannon, then inserted the pin at the tail, and then inserted a medicine twist from the fire door, completing the preparation before firing.

The gunner then adjusted the angle and direction of the muzzle and ignited the gun.

Twelve thousand-jin Franchise machines fired desperately, and soon all six sub-guns equipped with each cannon were shot. The gunners began to carry a bucket of water to cool down the thousand-jin Franchise machines. Another group of gunners squatted on the ground and loaded the sub-guns nervously.

The Qing army shield chariot had pushed through the filled trench and advanced towards the bastion.
Chapter completed!