Everyone was surprised and happy when they heard President Jiang's explanation. Yang Ling ran out and saw this strange scene. He found it very funny.
After a commotion, the Tartar soldiers began to charge over under the command of a general, wanting to flip the cannon over. Yang Ling immediately shouted,""Don't look anymore. Take this opportunity, Lord Wang, quickly lead the people out of the city. Quickly, come over and save Ma Yi Cheng and the injured soldiers."
When Jiang Bin heard this, he realized that this was a matter of life and death. It was not the time to watch the show. He hurriedly turned around and shouted,"Where are the cannoneers? Is there anyone alive? Hurry up and set up our cannons and blow up the Tartar's cannons."
The people on the city gate tower immediately got busy. Fortunately, Lord Min had just been carried down to the second floor. Otherwise, he would have died from that cannon shot. At this moment, he was considered the happiest person. As the highest leader of Jiming Posthouse, he rode into the enemy's formation alone, took the head of the youngest son of the little prince Bayan Mengke, and left a mess for others to clean up.
The Wang Family's registrar ordered people to carry Min Zhixian and a group of squires to rush down the city. Yang Ling and Patrol Officer Liu called over a dozen soldiers to dig and scrape, rescuing people from the rubble. After a while, they pulled out five or six people from the broken bricks and tiles. Other than one who was smashed to death, the others were fortunately not in critical condition.
But Deputy Ma, who had been standing at the entrance of the building and directing the squires to retreat, remained motionless after his head was pulled out and his shoulders were grabbed. When Yang Ling and the others cleaned up the broken bricks on his body, everyone could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. A beam had smashed into Deputy Ma's stomach, and his lower body was a bloody mess. He was already dead.
On the other side, Jiang Bin managed to find a few people who knew how to use cannons among the remaining soldiers. Unfortunately, two of the three main cannoneers had already died in the hand-to-hand battle just now. Only one was injured and had just been dug out of the trash heap. He had been stabbed in the ribs, and now his head was smashed by a brick. Jiang Bin couldn't care less and asked someone to help him up the cannon with his face covered in blood.
The gunner's dizzy commanding assistant adjusted the angle of the cannon and fired a shot. The shell exploded more than ten feet away from the cannon. Although it didn't cause any damage to the cannon, it still killed more than ten Tartars. Those Tartars who were busy loading shells and explosives immediately panicked.
At that time, aiming devices had not yet been invented on cannons. The gunners had to rely on their experience and their naked eyes to make judgments before they could smash the Tartar chariots into pieces with one shot. It was all because the behemoth was already very close to them, and it was shooting at a flat angle. But now, the enemy had set up a cannon three arrows away. Even if he was at his best, he might not be able to hit the enemy so accurately, not to mention that the gunner was in such a state, and he was using a curved shot.
Jiang Binyuan didn't expect him to blow up the enemy's cannon in one shot. He immediately ordered people to load all three cannons and prepare to fire. Then he asked people to help the gunner to adjust them one by one. He fired two more cannons in a row. In the end, one shot was close, wasting the shell. The other shot was far away, blooming flowers among the Tartars.
County Deputy Huang, Yang Ling, Jiang Bin, and the others stood at the lookout post, so anxious that their hands were sweating. However, they could not help at all. For the first time, Yang Ling hated his insurance profession. If he had been an artillery soldier back then, he would not have been able to use this primitive cannon well!
At this moment, the dozen or so people beside the Tartar Cannon suddenly jumped onto their horses and turned around to run. Yang Ling and the others watched as the Cannon's muzzle shot out a stream of flames, and at the same time, a large cloud of thick smoke rose from the ground. The Cannon's body rose into the air amidst the thick smoke before falling heavily.
Yang Ling and the others only felt the ground beneath their feet shake from the loud noise, and then there was no more sound. Everyone looked at each other in surprise, feeling baffled. Where were the cannonballs? There were no explosions on the city wall, so why were there no more cannonballs?
"No matter how stupid the Tartars are, they wouldn't have forgotten to fire their cannonballs, right?" Jiang Bin laughed dryly.”Although he was joking, his heart was filled with an inexplicable fear, so the smile on his face was very forced.
Before Yang Ling could reply, a wave of thunderous cheers suddenly came from below the city. It was the cheers of the Tata soldiers. Looking down the city wall, he saw a dense crowd of people with swords and spears.
Yang Ling sucked in a cold breath, and his eyes met Jiang Bin's. Both of their eyes flashed with coldness and fear, and they cried out in unison,""City gates!"
The Tartar's cannon had blown open the wooden city gate. The two broken and incomplete city gates were half-open, and smoke was still rising from them. The people on the city walls were all dumbstruck. Thousands of cavalry were charging forward. Jiming Posthouse had fallen.
The earth-shattering battle cries drowned out the panicked shouts of the soldiers and civilians who had lost their will to fight. Yang Ling quietly turned his head around, and his searching gaze met a pair of sparkling eyes.
Those eyes contained boundless affection and nostalgia. Yang Ling suddenly felt that those eyes were so familiar, as if a long, long time ago, there had been a pair of eyes staring at him with deep affection. Perhaps this fateful relationship of his had indeed been a part of his past life, but what about the next life? Would they be able to meet again?
His dreams were in a hurry, and he had no regrets when he loved her deeply. At this moment, his heart was filled with longing for life and fear of the unknown. However, he only had these feelings in his heart, and he had no time to think about anything else. His consciousness had already stopped, and his mind was blank.
Suddenly, a hideous ghost face appeared in front of Yang Ling, blocking the young lady's figure. The ghostly face was stained with blood, and it bared its mouth, letting out a bellow-like sound from its throat. It shook Yang Ling's shoulders with all its might and laughed maniacally,""It's here, haha, it's finally here, hahahaha!"
Yang Ling was shaken so hard that he almost vomited. He pushed away the ghost face that was dancing cheek to cheek with him, and his focus returned to its normal distance. Only then did he see that the face was Jiang Bin's. Due to his excitement, Jiang Bin's originally fair face had turned blood red, and the muscles on his face were twisting uncontrollably.
Pushed away by Yang Ling, he didn't show any signs of unhappiness, still dancing and laughing maniacally."He's here. Hahaha, the heavens will help the good. Yongning General is here!”
Yang Ling was stunned. He then heard a series of gunshots. County Magistrate Dai Min had been handling government affairs for a long time, so he naturally understood what Jiang Bin was saying. The Xuanhua Border Army had a commander and a deputy commander, with seven officers under them. The Yongning Officer was the general in charge of the defense of Huailai.
The rapid rise and fall of joy and sorrow caused his vision to turn black, and he almost fainted. He didn't know when, but Young Lady Han had already run up to him. Yang Ling hugged her in his arms, his entire body trembling with happiness.
When Han Youniang helped him turn to the city wall, his legs were still shaking as if he had drunk two catties of dried white wine. The Tartar soldiers at the city gates had already rushed into the area, but a large number of soldiers had also rushed out from the city gates. At the very front was a group of musketeers. The sound of gunshots was like frying beans, and the smoke filled the air. In front of them, people fell like wheat being cut.
At this moment, the power of the muskets was not strong enough, and the shooting distance was not as far as the bow and arrow. If the enemy wore a layer of armor, even lead balls might not be able to penetrate it. But now, the Tartar soldiers were so proud that they galloped on their horses. They only wanted to enter the city first, plunder more gold and silver, and rape more beautiful women. When the muskets were fired, they were already halfway into the shooting range. In addition, most of the soldiers were only wearing ordinary cloth robes, so there were instantly many casualties.
Although the muskets couldn't kill the warhorses, the warhorses that were hit were in pain and refused to charge forward. As they ran around and trampled on the warhorses, the number of casualties was almost equal to the number of people hit by the muskets.
Yang Ling saw that the Ming army's musketeers were also in a state of chaos. He remembered watching some foreign films from the 17th century. The musketeers were split into three columns when they fired. The first column was lying down, the second column was kneeling on one knee, and the third column was standing. They fired and loaded their bullets in sequence. If they were shooting while moving, they would be in two rows. The first row would retreat after shooting, and the second row would move forward and shoot in a crisscross manner, making up for the flaw of the slow loading of the musket after shooting.
However, the Ming army below the city rushed forward to shoot, then hurriedly retreated. The cavalry that had just rushed out of the city surrounded the Tartars from both sides and attacked them. However, the musketeers at the forefront who could not retreat in time had already been shot dead and injured by the Tartar archers.
Could it be that the Ming army did not know how to use formations to make up for the shortcomings of the old firearms? Yang Ling thought to himself, I might as well ask Chief Jiang and the others later. A modern person like me might really be able to show off some of my knowledge.
In fact, this kind of three-stage shooting method had been used as early as the Hongwu period when General Mu Ying suppressed the rebellion. However, firearms were more and more equipped in the army later on. However, the Ming Dynasty never paid attention to the training of officers and soldiers, so the use of these tactics was not popularized at all. When the Ming army used firearms, it was usually a salvo of fire. When the enemy had already rushed in front of them, the handgun immediately became a fire stick.
The main force of the Ming army was still rushing out of the city gate to attack the Tatars. Although the formation was not as fast as the Tatars, the Tatars were not mentally prepared. Moreover, the previous round of gunfire had caused chaos among them. The situation was very favorable for the Ming army.
Yang Ling clenched his fists tightly, his blood boiling as he watched. At this moment, he heard someone shouting from behind,""Yongning Huailai General He, Army Supervisor Ye, and Deputy Army Supervisor Liu have arrived. Where are the county magistrate of Jiming County and the garrison officers?”
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