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Chapter 1003: The next danger

"Listen to my order, target! Five hundred meters of city wall ahead! Prepare for verification of the No. 1 gun position!"

Zhang Zhiyi, the best artillery soldier in the entire mortar song, wiped his nose and began to adjust the angle of the mortar in his hand carefully.

Zhang Zhiyi is from Youzhou, or to be precise, from Xinchang County, Liaodong County. He was originally a cowherd. Before he was fifteen years old, he was called Zhang Da. Because his father's surname was Zhang and he was the eldest son in the family, he was called Zhang Da.

As a poor man, just take a name casually, just have one.

When he was fifteen years old, in order to treat his younger brother Zhang San, he joined the Taiping Road and then joined the Yellow Turban Army. Then... he was captured by the Red Star Camp led by Ma Qiang.

When he was captured, he thought he would die, because his first meal after entering the prisoner's camp was wheat rice with broth.

What is this not a beheading rice?

When a man named Mr. came to the camp to teach everyone and teach everyone to write, when the senior who was the Yellow Turban Army who was wearing Han military armor appeared and said this, when the man named the camp leader came to ask if he had been abused in the prisoner camp, and when he learned that his food was the same as the one who was merciless as the one who was merciless in the Red Star Camp, Zhang Da couldn't believe that there were such troops and such nobles in this world when he went to bed at night.

Therefore, Zhang Da quickly became a member of the Red Star Camp and changed his name to Zhang Zhiyi.

The instructor also told him that the name of the two characters is better, and the nobles are both of them.

But Zhang Da just wanted to change the name to three characters

At this time, Zhang Zhiyi was already a village chief, married a wife, and also had land in Qingzhou, allowing his father-in-law to farm.

But the better life is, the more Zhang Zhiyi wants to go back to his hometown.

It’s not that he wants to return home with wealth, but that he still remembers how sad his days in his hometown were.

It’s hard for a year to survive, and it’s not easy to survive.

For example, he has five brothers and sisters in total, and only three have lived to the point of being older. Now there are only him and a sister who is ignorant of life and death.

Although there is often only one child in a person, it is normal for a normal family to give birth to five or six in an ancient family without contraceptive measures.

The population problem in ancient times is different from later generations. It is not that everyone is not alive, but that it is difficult to live...

When Zhang Zhi wanted to go back to his hometown, he hoped that his hometown could be divided into land like other places in Hebei, and he could work hard for a year to get enough food to eat, let his children study, and he could also find the sister who married to the village next door.

"The first calibration of the artillery position has been completed!" Zhang Zhiyi shook his head, cleared out the distracting thoughts, and reported according to the requirements of the artillery warrior's command.

"put!"

Pass!

The shells flew out, and Zhang Zhi narrowed his eyes and looked at the city wall opposite.

Bang ~

About two seconds later, a small spark suddenly appeared on the opposite city wall, and then two seconds later, the explosion came.

Zhang Zhiyi proudly raised his eyebrows to his comrades beside him, and his comrades also gave him a thumbs up.

He is worthy of being a head of the Tun school with high school mathematics skills!

"Hit! Pay attention to each gun, adjust the elements according to the data of the No. 1 gun position, fifteen rapid fires, prepare... to release!"

All! All! All!

Mortar shells slipped down the barrel, then rushed out of the barrel at a faster speed and flew towards the opposite city.

Eighty mortar shells covered the entire southern city gate in an instant. Under the mortar shells, no matter who you are or what armor you are wearing, it will be a result--the end!

Gang Beiyan watched Beihai at the top of the city and was blown away by the first wave of volleys, which made the defenders on the top of the city even more at a loss.

Many soldiers' limbs were broken by shells and bleeding profusely. The entire city was almost instantly turned into a purgatory on earth.

The experienced sergeant hurried down to the city and hid behind the city walls. This was the safest place they found.

But the result is that there is no living person on the city except for the sergeant who was injured by the bombing.

Fifteen waves of mortars fired rapidly, and the mortar barrels were slightly red, which made the surrounding air begin to twist.

When Zhang Zhi saw such a gun barrel, he began to worry about whether it would explode.

Although the Arms Bureau has been studying artillery for several years, the seamless steel pipe requirements required for mortars are too high. Although the current Xingping II mortar was produced, its lifespan and range are incomparable to later mortars.

As an excellent artillery soldier, Zhang Zhiyi participated in the initial artillery test and finalization work. The highest record of this kind of mortar is thirty-seven rapid-fire rounds, and then it will explode...

Now fifteen rapid fires should be within the range of the gun barrel, but it must also be cooled down.

"Quick, kettle, cool down!"

The sergeant next to him quickly handed the kettle over. Zhang Zhiyi opened the lid of the kettle and poured the water inside on the gun barrel to cool down.

When Qingshui encounters the cannon barrel, it instantly turns into water vapor. The squeaking sound accompanied by water vapor forms a beautiful scenery on the artillery position.

"Siege!"

Zhou Zhan held the drumsticks in both hands and beat the drums hard. Under his leadership, the drum team beat the drums together. The deafening drum sound urged the soldiers of the 12th Army to pounce on the dangerous city.

Teams of sergeants surpassed the artillery position, took the ladders they had built in the past few days, and then quickly climbed up.

When these soldiers climbed up to the city wall, the defenders rushed back to the city wall.

Although Bei Yan was not here and Bei Hai no longer knew life and death, the children of the Bei family in the army still spontaneously began to fight back.

But such a counterattack was so powerless in front of the 12th Army, who had been resting for a long time and was still hungry.

"Delay a hundred meters! Five consecutive shots, release!"

The second round of artillery began, and this one was intended to cut off possible reinforcements.

Bei Yan, who rushed over, happened to encounter this round of artillery attack.

When the sergeant in front of him was blown back, Bei Yan knew that something was wrong and hurriedly hid under the house next to him.

"General, the city gate has been opened and cannot be kept!"

"What?" Bei Yan looked at the city wall in the rain of shells, and indeed saw that his flag was missing.

"Damn it! Go and let the troops and the Hebei army get together. If they get together, they won't dare to hit the sky!"

Bei Yan thought it was pretty good, but he lost the battle situation at the cityside within a quarter of an hour, which almost reduced the morale of the defenders in the city to zero.

But Jiandu City is too special, surrounded by water on three sides, even if you want to escape... you can't escape unless you swim.

Then you can only fight to the death.

Street fighting is Bei Yan’s confidence in defeat. His sergeants are familiar with geography and are mostly fellow villagers. Street fighting will definitely have the advantage!

With this thought, Bei Yan led a team of guards to fight against the 12th army lined up with scattered military formations.

First, they arched each other, but they all had shields, and there were few casualties on both sides. They continued to approach more than ten feet. Bei Yan saw the opposite side stop suddenly, and then several black stones were thrown over.

What's this?

Bei Yan narrowed his eyes and wanted to see clearly, but saw the black stone suddenly explode, and then he knew nothing.
Chapter completed!
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