Chapter 555: Displaying Might

"Get up, coward, load the cannon immediately!"

Beidi Eastern Artillery Position.

The Beidi Shizhang in charge of the artillery glanced at the dead artilleryman and immediately ordered the reserve artillerymen.

Although his expression was fierce, the panic in his eyes was hard to conceal.

When the Black Iron Royal Tent attacked the Yanzhou Bastion, they already knew that the range of Yanzhou's artillery was longer than theirs, and its power was greater.

Before attacking Yanguan, their generals had reported this problem to the Khan Mule Hongzhen.

After all, if this problem could not be solved, when attacking Yanguan, these artillerymen of theirs would only end up as targets for the enemy's artillery.

Not long after, they obtained a solution.

It is said that a Missionary from the Ross country gave their Khan a suggestion.

This was to use sandbags, mud, wood, and other materials to construct artillery positions, protecting the artillery and the soldiers.

It was just that the power of Yanzhou's artillery was truly too great.

If it were equal artillery, the fortifications they built might have made the enemy artillerymen extremely troubled.

But the Yanzhou soldiers were in a superior position, and the artillery's power was great, so although their situation had improved somewhat, they still could not avoid casualties.

Once again suppressed by the Yanzhou artillerymen.

"Ah..."

As he was distressed, another artillery sandbag was knocked down, and a bouncing Cannonball hit the arm of a Beidi soldier.

The Beidi soldier let out a miserable scream, his arm was severed directly, and blood flowed freely.

"Do not be afraid, hit them hard for me, the soldiers of Yanguan have mostly died from the plague, now only a few are putting up a desperate resistance, victory will ultimately be ours, the Beidi."

"After taking Yanguan, I will take you to Yanzhou to eat and drink well, and you can pick any woman in Yanzhou you want," the Beidi general shouted with bloodshot eyes.

"Anda!" The beastly nature of the Beidi soldiers was stirred up; they kept pounding their chests and roaring, shouting slogans in their mouths.

Anda means "to fight to the death" in Beidi; with a roar, they immediately loaded their cannons to return fire.

It was just that their Cannonballs flew toward Yanguan, either passing over the Yanguan City wall and landing inside Yanguan, or hitting the city wall and kicking up slight dust.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

After their bombardment, the artillery on the Yanguan city wall let out another roar.

The Cannonballs emitted a sharp whistling sound as they flew toward them, and another round of screams rang out on the position.

On the Yanguan city wall, Tang Qing held a Telescope to observe the Beidi artillery position.

He felt slightly satisfied with the bombardment of the Beidi artillery position.

Although the Beidi's fortifications caused them obstacles, their Cannonballs were still continuously causing casualties to the other side.

And they were in a superior position, occupying the geographical advantage, and coupled with the attenuation of the Beidi artillery's power, they would not be as miserable as the Beidi artillerymen.

However, despite this, the Beidi artillerymen ultimately pinned down a portion of their artillery.

And this was also a major difference between the enemy having artillery and not having artillery.

If the enemy had no artillery,

they could concentrate all their strength to bombard the attacking soldiers.

Now, they could only spare a portion to deal with the attacking soldiers, and the rest had to engage in mutual fire until the enemy's artillery was destroyed.

"Anda!"

Just as they were bombarding each other, the Beidi soldiers let out roars and charged toward the city wall.

The distance kept shortening: four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters.

Tang Qing had left seventy-two cannons specifically to deal with the Beidi soldiers attacking the city.

The artillerymen switched to Grape Shot, and as the sound of the cannons rang out.

The Grape Shot fell like a rain of bullets, and among the dense charging soldiers, people kept falling, blood splashing into the air.

But this did not make the attacking soldiers retreat; they carried Scaling Ladders and continued to charge toward Yanguan.

"Mule Hongzhen has really gone all out this time," Chang Wei looked toward the battlefield.

Unlike in the past when he ordered the Servant Soldiers to attack the city first.

This time, the Beidi soldiers and the Xiliang soldiers were actually mixed together as they rushed forward.

Clearly, they did this to boost the morale of the Xiliang people, meaning that they, the Beidi people, did not treat the Xiliang people as cannon fodder.

However, in Chang Wei's view, this arrangement by Mule Hongzhen had another deeper meaning.

That was that the Beidi soldiers also acted as a Supervision Team during the charge.

If the Xiliang soldiers retreated, the Beidi soldiers would immediately kill them.

Thinking of this, he observed carefully, and sure enough, he discovered the phenomenon of Beidi soldiers forcing Xiliang soldiers to advance during the march.

"Fortunately, His Highness cracked the Beidi's plague, otherwise Yanguan would not have been held this time," Mo Yu also noticed this, and a chill suddenly ran down his back.

It had to be said that the casualties of the Beidi soldiers would be great this way, but it ensured the morale of these four hundred thousand soldiers.

"General, they have entered the two-hundred-meter range," the soldier responsible for measuring the distance of the enemy soldiers said loudly.

Chang Wei immediately said: "Fire!"

"Bang, bang, bang..."

As his order was given, the soldiers on the city wall immediately pulled the Trigger.

A burst of white smoke rose, and the Beidi soldiers who were running seemed as if their feet had been tripped, falling to the ground.

The number of casualties in an instant was much higher than the casualties caused by the artillery.

"Good!" Mo Yu could not help but shout.

Although the power of the artillery was immense, the number of Cannonballs fired at one time was ultimately limited, and there was an interval between firings.

By comparison, there were nearly ten thousand musketeers deployed on the city wall.

At this moment, they were arranged in three rows, continuously using the Three-Stage Shooting method to attack the charging Northern Di soldiers.

In this way, the number of Bullets they fired at once was high, and the firepower was continuous.

If the rain of shells fired by the Artillery was a light drizzle, what the musketeers fired was a torrential downpour.

With the long range and accuracy of the Rifled Musket, one round of Three-Stage Shooting immediately caused one or two thousand casualties among the charging Northern Di soldiers.

On the city wall, one could clearly see that the density of the charging soldiers had decreased.

"No wonder His Highness is so calm," Chang Wei sighed with emotion.

He had only witnessed the power and precision of the Rifled Musket on the Drill Ground.

He had never seen so many soldiers using Rifled Muskets simultaneously on a real battlefield.

But the effect was much stronger than he had expected.

This was at a distance of two hundred meters; if it were a Flintlock, the Bullet would have almost no power left after flying that far.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The first round of Three-Stage Shooting ended, and immediately after, the second round of Three-Stage Shooting began.

Another large group of Northern Di soldiers fell.

The density of the charging Northern Di soldiers thinned out even more.

After this volley, the movements of the charging Northern Di soldiers were noticeably sluggish, as if they were wondering what had happened.

Why did the people beside them just disappear while running?

"Don't stop, keep charging!"

"If we don't take Yanguan this time, no one will get to go back alive!"

"..."

Among the charging troops outside the city, Northern Di soldiers kept clamoring, urging the Xiliang soldiers to continue moving forward.

Beside him, the wounded soldiers kept letting out painful groans.

But they could not worry about all that; they were the Dare-to-Die Battalion.

If they could not achieve victory, they would rather die on the battlefield.

"An..."

Another Northern Di soldier shouted a slogan, but his voice came to an abrupt end.

After a burst of gunfire, a bullet hole appeared in the center of his forehead.