Safi looked at Zhu Youxiao and felt a turbulent feeling in his heart.

"Prepare to attack! I want to take down this Ming monarch myself!" Safi was very heroic and waved his hand and prepared to go out and start a film with Zhu Youxiao.

He felt that he would have a sense of accomplishment in taking over the Ming monarch. Imam had no chance. It was a very regretful thing to have originally been given a Ming monarch. Now he has to seize the opportunity.

"No!"

"No!"

"No, Your Highness!"

The Safi officials next to them all stared wide and tried to stop them.

"How dare you say no, I am the lord of the central government of the world! Do you think I will be defeated by the Ming Dynasty?" Safi was immediately unhappy when he heard someone stop him.

In his heart, he is the strongest, and his subordinates should have this force. He wants to go up to fight the monarch of the Ming Dynasty. The people below are just to support him, but now they say no. Isn’t this giving him eye drops?

The original good mood was immediately overshadowed.

I, Safi, are unhappy, so don’t be happy, don’t be happy in this life!

The officials next to him changed their faces as soon as they saw Safi's appearance, because they forgot the king's temper in a hurry just now. If anyone dared to refuse, he would be against him, and he would never let you have a good life.

However, these officials are all old men, and immediately thought of a solution.

"My great central lord, I don't think you will be defeated by the Ming Dynasty, but this is the first time we have seen this Ming Dynasty. If we attacked so suddenly, I don't know what despicable means they would have to wait. So I think I should take a look first and figure out the situation of the Ming army. Then the king can lead my Safi's warriors to defeat this despicable Ming Dynasty in one go!" An official said with a smile on his face.

"Great King, we just captured the capital of Habra, and the soldiers were a little tired. Now the soldiers who attacked were unable to exert their highest combat power." A general said as he saw that Safi's face became less and less beautiful, and he changed his tone: "But even if our soldiers' physical strength has not returned to the peak, they are the most powerful soldiers of the king. It is really easy to defeat this despicable Ming army."

"But the kind king must not want the soldiers to go to the battlefield after they are tired, so let these Ming soldiers go to the battlefield first and let them live a few more days. This is also the kindness of the great king." The general bent over and said carefully, while wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.

Yes, they just don’t want to attack and guard such a city well. Isn’t it good to have a big wall? Why do we give up the advantage of such a good location and fight hard? How good we are on the wall.

So these generals didn't want to go down, there were too many variables to go down. No one on the battlefield knew what would happen next, or it was more at ease to have defensive facilities on the city wall.

It is impossible to take the initiative, we just like to be passive.

Safi was convinced by a flattery, so he smiled again.

"That's fine. Let our soldiers rest for two days and give these Ming people two more days of life." Safi raised his nose proudly and expressed disdain for the Ming army below.

At this time, Zhu Youxiao was still leading people to study the weaknesses of this city and how to deploy when attacking, without knowing that he was despised again.

"It seems like he was a shot." Zhu Youxiao looked at this city wall and had the desire to get a shot himself.

There were too many advanced firearms in later generations, and they basically required multiple technical troops to control them. Zhu Youxiao could not use them. Seeing those big killers could only drool. In desperation, he chose to use those things that had been eliminated by rabbits for a long time. This was very sad.

It’s like when facing a peerless beauty with a handsome body, your guy’s affairs are locked up and it’s useless.

Fortunately, there are still some 155 guns that can barely be used.

Twenty-four 155 howitzers lined up three miles away and pointed at the city wall.

The black muzzle made people feel terrifying.

This 155-caliber howitzer can be used as a howitzer or as a cannon.

It is precisely because of this that Zhu Youxiao used it, otherwise this kind of heavy artillery would have a range of 30 kilometers, and it would not be visible to the naked eye if it was shot out in one shot.

To aim at a target, you need to know what ballistics and what mess you can do.

If you want to operate this cannon, the artillery of later generations also needs to be systematically learned for a long time.

Zhu Youxiao has tried to learn, but when he picked up the operating manual full of mathematical formulas and the textbooks, he gave up tactfully.

It’s not that I’m not good at math, but that I’m busy with so much time and really don’t have time to study.

Zhu Youxiao doesn’t know how to do it. Do you expect the artillery soldiers under his command to learn it? Of course, there is no hope.

Therefore, these howitzers can only be used as flat-fired cannons. Anyway, bombing the city wall is particularly useful. This is a waste of time.

A flat-firing cannon only needs to aim at the line of sight and aim the muzzle at the target object. There is no need to calculate the shooting parameters like that.

Fortunately, the howitzer of 122 is short-range, and there are many shells that can be trained and then pulled out to use. If it is like the one of 155, not only are there few shells, but the calculation is complicated, and Zhu Youxiao really vomits blood.

The gunners who operated the 155 heavy artillery were already preparing and saw them carrying a green painted shell from the green wooden box.

It can be seen from the face of the soldier holding him that the weight of this shell is not light.

Then another gunner held a silver thing and slowly rotated and twisted it to the point of the shell. This thing needs a fuse. If the shell is smashed without a fuse, it will be a bad egg.

Although Cao Bianjiao felt that this big iron ball was very powerful even if it didn't explode, he had seen the power of this cannon, and it was really as powerful as the heavens.

As he saw, no one in the world could withstand the bombardment of this cannon, and even if the ancient war god came, he would be looking for death.

Seeing that the 155 shell had already been fuseed, Cao Bianjiao walked to Zhu Youxiao with a little hesitation. He wanted to shoot the cannon himself and try the power of the giant cannon.

The cannons he used were quite powerful before, but how could men who had seen eagles look down on little chickens?

A real man has to play with cannons, and only by firing cannons can one show his might.
Chapter completed!