It is not easy to walk in the snow that is above the knee in double-layer heavy armor. Guan Bao, who is Niulu Zhangjing, was exhausted and panting before he could walk a hundred steps. In fact, if it weren't for the snow that was too deep, they might have pushed shields to resist the lead of Ming army guns and cannons.

But now, they can only rely on their double heavy armor to resist the lead of the Ming army's guns and cannons, but their faces are completely fearless. Guan Bao's soldiers, the Jurchen tribes in the East China Sea, are the Hezhe tribes of later generations. Because they wear salmon fish skins as their clothes, the Ming army often calls them "fish skin Tartars". Compared with the Jianzhou Jurchens, these Jurchens who came to Heilongjiang are more barbaric and of course more brave, and they don't even know what death is! According to Nurhaci, these Jurchens are all Batulu who can fight tigers, so whenever they fight, these brave fish skin Tartars wear heavy armor to charge forward and play the role of heavy infantry trapping the formation.

At this time, the same is true. Guan Bao, led more than a thousand lives to shout in Manchu dialect from time to time. The meaning inside and outside is that after fighting the long trench, the emperor would give a lot of rewards. The heavy reward immediately aroused the fighting spirit of the people and made them excited. They were not in the army to fight for the emperor. Besides, they were conquered by the Jianzhou Jurchens. The reason why they charged for the Jianzhou Jurchens was precisely because the emperor's reward was like a fortune from heaven for those who were used to poverty. Even if they only had a few pieces of cloth, they would make the women in their families happy for a month or two. If there were a few more pieces of jewelry, it would be better.

Of course, the emperor's rewards are very generous every time, so although they were conquered, they are also willing to fight for the emperor. After all, fighting means more wealth and more rewards!

Carrying an iron axe weighing more than ten pounds, Na Lu was breathing heavily and staring at the long trench ahead. He had only one thought now, to rush over and kill the Ming dog behind the trench. Then he took the money rewarded by the emperor and went home. The women and children were waiting!

Na Lu stared at the Ming army, and the Ming army was also staring at them. Not only the infantry were staring at them, but also the artillery was staring at them.

Among the trenches that lasted twelve miles, in addition to the hundreds of nine-jin mountain howitzers, there are nearly fifty eighteen-jin field guns. Its range is long and powerful, so it is arranged on the rammed earth turret in the rear, playing a backbone of deterrent.

When Jiannu jumped out of the trench, the gunners on the fort immediately noticed their movements and immediately prepared for the shooting.

"They are here!"

The gunners shouted excitedly. While they were making final preparations for firing, the cannon leader on the turret stared at Jiannu with a telescope, staring at some stones near them. Those stones of a size of a thousand kilograms were all deliberately separated on the battlefield, with one piece every 100 meters, marked with a distance of two thousand meters in depth.

In fact, those Jiannu who were shouting and fighting out had no idea that within a 2,000-meter-deep depth in front of the Ming army trenches, it was actually a "slaughterhouse" they carefully constructed. Any prey entering the slaughterhouse could not escape the fate of being massacred.

"Ten, eleven...position thirteen!"

From counting stones into the telescope, the assistant next to the cannon leader immediately took the calculation book to compare the numbers. These numbers correspond to the distance. With the distance, there will naturally be the flight time of the shell. Yes, the delay fuse is set more standard, and then he shouted loudly.

"Distance, thirteen, fuze timing is 4 seconds, drill one less hole!"

Amid his shouting, the gunner used awl to drill a small hole above the 4-second scale of the wooden conical signal tube, and the small hole exposed some gunpowder. The so-called less drilling means drilling an extra pinhole on the net. Less than four seconds after the delay is shortened.

After the gunner stuffed the wooden signal tube into the shell, the complete shell was stuffed into the barrel. After a moment, the gunner lit the fuse with a command.

Accompanied by a roar, the fort was submerged in a ball of white smoke. Duoduo and others from miles away could clearly see the smoke coming out from behind the Ming army's trench.

Their red cannons opened fire!

"There is no shield car or a dense step formation. What's the use of red-clothed cannon firing cannons?"

Duoduo couldn't help but snorted. It was true that the red-clothed cannon was powerful, but it could only be used to break the city and bomb the formation. A loose camp like Guan Bao, using the red-clothed cannon was simply a waste of talent!

"No, it seems that Prince De is just like this!"

Almost as soon as their words fell, they suddenly saw more than a dozen smoke bursts of smoke suddenly exploded from the air, black and white smoke exploded one after another.

What's going on?

"Kill it..."

Guan Bao, who was busy attacking, also saw the cannon smoke from the rear of the Ming army, but he did not feel any fear. He had been fighting for many years, was not a fool. He scattered his men and horses on the battlefield like a bean. In such a scattered formation, the bird guns could not be accurately shot, and the cannons could not be bombed.

At most, it will just hit an unlucky guy!

About three and a half seconds were enough for Guan Bao and his commanders to think a lot. Of course, those savage fish tatars who were not aware of death were too lazy to think about it. In their simple thinking, they were just killing Ming people, stealing Ming people, and exchanging the emperor's reward.

When they raised their heads, they could see the shells flying slowly. Because they flew very slowly, they still had the opportunity to avoid its trajectory. At this moment, the shells that were getting closer and closer suddenly exploded in the air, and when balls of black and white explosions were blown out, small lead shells were thrown from the air like flowers scattered by the goddess. After the gunpowder of the shells exploded, hundreds of lead balls contained in the shells still flew to the enemy ahead at the previous speed, and their power was no less than the approaching shooting of a shotgun. These 17 mm-diameter lead shells can easily knock people into sieves.

This is a shrapnel!

After the detonating agent explodes the projectile body, the projectiles in the content will maintain the previous speed and fly to the enemy in front, which is no less powerful than the close-range shooting of a shotgun. However, compared with the closer range of the shotgun, the shotgun can effectively kill the enemy at medium and long distances. It can explode over the target according to the set fuse. After the explosion, thousands of lead bullets can fly forward like a scattered flower of the heavenly girl. Such "long-range shotgun" is undoubtedly the most deadly for infantry.

In fact, from the day the British invented the shrapnel in the Napoleonic Wars, for a hundred years, he was the most effective shell at medium and long distances. None of them. In order to defend this line of defense, Zhu Guoqiang chose it without hesitation. Of course, its technology is not complicated, it is just a lead shell installed in the iron shell.

This was the first time it was used on the battlefield. Naru, who was rushing forward at the forefront, and the people around him did not feel the danger. After all, the smoke was still a hundred steps away from them, but the next moment, they heard the "chubby" sound like a rain of arrows. They looked at the attacking black spots like rain, covering them in it.

Driven by kinetic energy, the 17mm lead bullet easily tore open the armor on their bodies. It first penetrated the armor on Naru's body, and then penetrated the cloth armor. The twisted and deformed lead bullet instantly penetrated his chest, broke the rib head, and then got stuck in the internal organs.

At the moment he was hit, Na Lu even felt the burning sensation in his body after the lead bullet hit his body, like a piece of charcoal placed in his chest, which was hot and painful. Then his legs became weak and he fell into the snow, and blood flowed out along the gaps in his armor.

"ah……"

As he screamed, blood foam surged out from his lips and his lungs were broken. Although he was not afraid of death, when death came, he still shouted in horror and struggled. He wanted to raise his hand, but found that his arm had been broken, and blood was constantly surging from the broken arm.

Beside him, there were people lying in pools of blood. Although they were protected by armor and there were no broken corpses, most of them were seriously injured. Bullets were stuck in their bodies and took their lives little by little. Blood flowed along the armor all over the ground, dyeing the white snow red, and there were Jiannu crying and screaming everywhere.

Sometimes injury is often more terrifying than death, especially when people are seriously injured and dying, they will wail there in an extremely miserable way. Their howlings are undoubtedly a heavy psychological blow to others.

However, just one round of artillery bombardment, the Jiannu between the two armies was killed and injured. The original team of more than a thousand people fell down nearly half of them.

The shelling did not stop!

Of course, the fish-skin Tartars did not stop because of the screams and deaths around them. The bloody smell around them stimulated their fighting spirit and made them yell excitedly to charge. When they charged, balls of white smoke were blown out in the air ahead of them again. In the explosion, thousands of lead bullets roared and smashed towards them like raindrops.

But in just a moment, many fish-skinned Tartars fell to the ground and fell into a pool of blood.

Under the fierce attack of artillery fire, the battlefield at this time is no longer a region of power and barbarism as in the past, but an area of ​​iron and fire. In this area, through relatively precise calculations and designs, the power and barbarism of guards are only a futile increase in casualties.

Of course, for the fish-skinned Tartars in it, they had no idea that they had already entered a death trap...
Chapter completed!