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Chapter 121 The Unwilling Abate

Under the bombardment of the mortars, thousands of canisters flew into the air and flew into the iron cans. The Qing army in front was shrouded in a rain of lead like raindrops. Those lead bullets the size of red dates roared and attacked.

It can easily tear apart armor and beat people into sieves.

For a time, the edge of the river embankment was full of broken corpses, blood flowed all over the ground, and broken limbs and broken arms were scattered everywhere.

Well played!

Zhu Guoqiang smiled as he looked at the clouds of blood mist rising from the river embankment shrouded in bullets.

"That's how we fight! Let the musketeers fight too!"

The infantrymen who were originally standing on the side eager to take action, after hearing the order, immediately attacked the enemy troops on the river embankment with muskets. Although the distance was only a hundred meters, the accuracy of the smoothbore firing gun at this distance was really impressive, but the raindrops seemed like raindrops.

The bullets still knocked down many Qing troops, and the messy bullet rain at least pushed back the Qing troops.

"My lord, it seems to have no effect! Isn't it too wasteful to fight like this?"

Ding Pengcheng put down the telescope and said,

"It's okay, let's boost our morale first!"

Sure enough, after several rounds of shooting, although the effect was average, everyone on the ship was full of confidence in victory.

Sometimes the confidence of victory is based on this one-sided blow.

However, the one-sided attack soon changed as the Qing army's artillery team brought in dozens of Fran cannons. The original weakness of the gun carriage's front legs resting on the embankment slope and its insufficient depression angle was immediately overcome.

Although the power of the Folan cannon is far less than that of the Hongyi cannon, the shells weighing one or two kilograms are still a full threat to the cannons.

The whistling projectiles came from bottom to top, smashing the guard plate on the left side of the bow. Broken wood chips fell on the faces of several infantrymen, causing them to scream and cover their faces. When the brothers next to them saw this, they immediately

He rushed over and dragged the injured person into the bottom hold, and the carpenter on the ship hurried forward to inspect the ship and prepare to deal with unexpected dangers.

"boom!"

The cannonball landed on the nearby river. It splashed white water and fell on the boat. Even Zhu Guoqiang's body was drenched with water.

"Master Shizi!"

When Wang Weizhong and other guards saw him, they immediately rushed over in a rage.

After discovering through the drone that the Qing army had withdrawn from the northern and western edges of the city within the mortar range to the camp three or four miles away from the river bank, Zhu Guoqiang frowned, took another look at the dusk that had fallen, and said.

"Give the signal, everyone retreat to the north bank."

When giving the order, Zhu Guoqiang had no expression on his face.

The lookout immediately hoisted the signal flag, and the fleet that received the signal immediately withdrew to the other side along the rolling Yellow River water.

"Minggou has withdrawn, Minggou has withdrawn!"

As soon as he heard that the Ming army's gunboats had withdrawn, Abatai immediately rushed to the river embankment and stared at the densely populated Ming army warships on the river. He was so annoyed that he didn't say a word for a long time.

He looked at the warship on the river and said after a while.

"Send the order, each member of the artillery appreciation team will be rewarded with ten taels of silver! In addition, Song Guofu will be rewarded with one thousand taels!"

"Boom, boom..."

Dozens of large and small Franco machine guns on the river embankment kept roaring, as if they were firing salutes to send off the Ming army's warships.

And the news that Lord Baylor had just rewarded everyone came from the Chinese Army, which made these gunners howl with excitement, and their cannon maneuvers were as skillful as flowing water.

"Hit me! Beat me to death! Aim at that big ship with the flag of command."

Song Guofu scurried between the cannons like a monkey. His eyes were full of madness.

As a surrendered general, he hoped to make achievements even more than the Manchus behind him.

Whether now or in the past, he has used the blood of his compatriots to prove his loyalty to his master more than once.

Now is no exception!

"What a waste!"

Seeing that the artillery team had been fighting for a long time without even sinking a single ship, Abatai glared at Song Guofu fiercely. With his brows furrowed, an idea came to his mind.

"No matter what, the Eight Banners must have their own artillery team!"

No matter how hard those demoted generals fight, it is still not the Eight Banners. The Eight Banners must have its own artillery team!

Since these surrendered generals could betray the Ming Dynasty, they could also betray the Qing Dynasty!

"Prince De..."

Staring at the big flag on the Ming army's warship through the telescope, Abate's face looked extremely ugly.

"Master Baylor, it seems that Xuzhou City cannot be taken down!"

Interior Minister Turg looked at the angry look on Lord Baelor's face and warned him.

"When we were leaving, the emperor had already made an order. This time we went south, aiming to kill and capture all the southern Zhili and corrupt southern tax-rich areas. Now that the reinforcements of the Ming army have arrived and the artillery fire is so sharp, if the army delays under Xuzhou City If you go down, I'm afraid you will disappoint the emperor!"

Although Turge is the deputy general, he is also Abatai's "strategist". Huang Taiji is not very reassured by his foolhardy brother who makes small mistakes but never makes big mistakes, so he makes Turge the deputy general. .

"I know!"

With a snort, Abata said.

"But it's really frustrating. That guy surnamed Zhu actually dared to attack me from behind. I'm really angry!"

Staring at the Ming army warships that had retreated to the other side of the river, although he was annoyed, he had no choice. After all, he couldn't let anyone swim across the bank.

"Master Beile, Xuzhou City is definitely not a place to stay for a long time now. In my opinion, we should go south at night. Although Mingguo has the convenience of shipping, there is no big river south of Xuzhou. How can they be our opponent if they get ashore? ?”

Abatai didn't say anything about Turg's suggestion. He knew that as long as the other party didn't get off the ship, he could only sit here and be beaten. He snorted and stared at the Ming army warship on the other side. , staring at the big flag in the dusk.

Although Abate, who had always had a grudge against Huang Taiji because the title given to him was too low, he also knew that Huang Taiji was never a soft-hearted person. When he broke through the Shanhaiguan wall, Huang Taiji once scolded him for not being able to do so. We are willing to march in depth. If we delay the plan again this time, we will lose our lives if we fail to protect everything.

"But Turge, I really can't bear to leave Xuzhou like this!"

Just when his heart was full of unwillingness, a man wearing a gray scholar's robe followed beside him. He seemed to have seen what he was thinking and whispered.

"Master Beile, I have an idea, I don't know whether to say it or not!"

The young scholar who stood up to speak was the slave Abatai had just taken when he conquered Guide. It was also a coincidence that he accepted this slave. Compared with other Han people, this man not only had a great reputation, but the most important thing was that he knew the current affairs. !

"explain!"

Abata snorted and then said.

"If your idea is useful, I will certainly not treat you badly!"

The young scholar glanced at the other side of the Yellow River, his eyes slightly lowered and he said.
Chapter completed!
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