A large number of Qing troops rushed over, and Lin Feng led the army to battle. For the rest of the day, the Tartars did not make any movements. They only continued to cut down trees in the surroundings, as if they were burying their heads in their tents to build war chariots.
On the morning of the second day, the continuous sound of horns suddenly came from the Tartar tent. The gates of the tent were opened, and soldiers in yellow armor rushed out of the tent while howling. They didn't ride horses. They walked on both sides of the gate with their sabers raised.
The gold-woven dragon flag was also raised. Dozens of generals stood under the flag, riding their horses slowly toward the city wall. Zhijin Longchang led the entire Qing army forward and stopped four miles away from the city wall.
Shield carriages were pushed out of the tent one after another.
The shield carriages were six to seven meters long, two to three meters wide, and two meters tall. They were wrapped in a thick layer of wood and covered with wet quilts. Ordinary arrows and muskets could not penetrate them. There were eight or nine wooden wheels installed under the shield carriage, and more than twenty armored Beetles were standing inside to push the shield carriage.
The Tartars had built nearly a hundred shield carriages! The shield carriages were only four to five meters apart, covering the entire front of the battlefield.
The Qing army consisted of 300 soldiers, each of which had about ten of the most elite White Tooth Labradors, about 40 elite vest soldiers, 50 infantry soldiers, and the remaining 200 soldiers were all wearing cotton armor or not.
At this moment, each shield carriage was followed by more than 20 servants and auxiliary soldiers pushing wheelbarrows. They were prepared to fill the pits and traps outside the city wall with earth and stone.
Behind the guards and auxiliary soldiers were more than 300 armored Bai Baiya, also known as the White Armored Soldiers. They had red tassels on their helmets and fiery flags on their backs. They held bows and arrows in their hands as they guarded the rear, ready to provide support at any critical moment and shoot down any fleeing soldiers.
Lin Feng used binoculars to observe the White Ivory Labradors and found that there were some generals in thick armor among them. These generals had feathers on their heads and a two-foot-square flying tiger flag on their backs. They were probably the leaders of the White Ivory Labradors.
A Jia La Zhang Jing led his personal guards and stood two miles away from the city wall, acting as the frontline commander of this siege. The guard behind him held a large flag, which was very eye-catching.
The shield carriage left the tent gate and headed toward the northern wall of the Fan manor. The preparations for the defense of the walls of Fan Manor were almost complete, so the Tartars simply attacked the north wall.
Lin Feng let Li Zhi take the lead. After all, Li Zhi was his disciple and knew that the Tartars could build war chariots. At this time, he had already gathered 62 six-pound cannons on the north wall. The six-pounder cannon was placed on the specially designed battlements and could shoot down the city. Including the four 18-pound heavy cannons on the north wall, there were now 66 cannons on the north wall.
Four li, three li, two li, one li…the Tartar shield carriages slowly entered the firing range of the cannons.
Li Zhi gave the order," Riflemen, don't shoot. Wait for the shield vehicle to stop in front of the hole before firing!”
The Tartar's shield carriage continued to move forward, arriving in front of the hole that was more than a hundred meters away from the city wall. The Tartars pushed the shield carts and were not attacked along the way. They thought that there were no cannons in the Fan manor and were especially happy.
They didn't know how powerful Fan Manor was and thought that this seemingly rich city was already within their grasp.
The shield cart stopped in front of the hole. The servants and auxiliary soldiers behind the shield cart pushed the wheelbarrow up and began to fill the hole outside the city.
"Artillery, fire!" Li Zhi shouted.”
Bugle horns sounded on the city wall, and the swans sang loudly. Twenty six-pounder cannons and two eighteen-pounder cannons aimed at the shield carriages 150 meters away and spat out tongues of fire.
The soldiers on the wall couldn't help but cover their ears. Black smoke spewed out of the cannon, spraying the smell of saltpeter and sulfur onto the entire city wall.
The cannonballs were like bolts of lightning as they flew towards the shield carriage at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.
Twelve six-pounder cannons hit their targets, creating one-meter-wide holes in the shield vehicles. The wooden shrapnel from the cannonballs flew everywhere, more deadly than stray bullets. In an instant, the three or four Tartars in the front row of the shield carriage lost their fighting strength.
Although the Tartar's vest and armor were wearing armor, their necks and faces were defenseless. When the flying wooden pieces pierced into their necks, they immediately died. In the rain of flying wooden chips, there were many Tartars whose necks were cut open. A few of the tartars had their glasses cut by the wood shavings and were immediately blinded. Even if they were lucky enough not to be injured in a vital part and were only stabbed in the face by a wooden block, they would still lose a lot of blood and lose their combat ability.
Apart from the dangerous wooden shavings, the cannonballs themselves were also very lethal. The cannonball crashed into the shield carriage, shattering the body that was blocking it. It bounced on the ground and directly took one or two lives.
An 18-pound cannon hit the shield carriage.
The 18-pounder cannon was even more powerful. When it smashed into the shield carriage, it directly shattered the front row of the shield carriage. More wood pieces were knocked out, causing the first five or six tartars to either die or be injured, and withdraw from the battle. The heavy cannonball smashed into the shield carriage, smashing all the flesh that blocked his way into a pulp. The pulp was smashed, the first body was smashed, and then the second body was smashed. It bounced on the ground and continuously smashed through three or four layers of tartar bodies before stopping.
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere in the shield carriages that were hit by the cannonballs, and the miserable screams of countless Tartars could be heard. It was as if those shield carriages had turned into hell. Although a few of the cannonballs did not hit their targets, they still hit the auxiliary soldiers behind the shield carriage, killing more than ten unlucky auxiliary soldiers.
With just one volley, the 80-odd Tartar soldiers below the city wall had lost their fighting strength. Moreover, these soldiers were basically all elite armored soldiers. The Qing generals under the Zhijin Dragon Flag were in an uproar. Li Zhi looked over with his binoculars and saw the generals of the Qing army gathered together and discussing animatedly. They seemed to be very pained by the sacrifice of the brave warriors in front of them.
However, the massacre had just begun.
Another horn sounded on the city wall. Another twenty-two cannons roared and bombarded the shield carriages that were parked 150 meters away.
This time, eleven cannons hit their targets. When the cannonball hit the shield car, it was like a flower blooming, and countless pieces of wood flew out from the impact. These densely packed pieces of wood were as fast as knives, reaping the lives of the elite Tartars in the shield carriages.
Once his neck was cut, he would immediately lose his life.
Even if they were lucky enough not to be cut in the neck or head, they would still bleed profusely if their hands or legs were cut by these wooden pieces. These broken pieces of wood pierced into the body and were difficult to remove. As soon as the wound was pulled, the pieces of wood continued to cut into the flesh, causing a greater injury than the wound.
Moreover, the shells themselves were extremely destructive. The six-pounder cannon only stopped after piercing through one or two layers of soldiers. The shells of the 18-pounder cannon, on the other hand, were like an invincible killing god, smashing through all obstacles in his way and turning the three or four layers of tartar flesh in the shield carriage into blood and flesh paste.
Before the Qing army had even poured a cart of soil into the pit, the elite soldiers in the shield carts had already suffered two frontal attacks. More than 160 Tartars were either dead or injured, losing their combat effectiveness.
The third volley was about to arrive.
Another twenty-two cannons fired at the same time. Amid the thick black mist, the cannons fired their cannonballs at the shield chariot a hundred steps away.
How could a shield chariot defend against a cannon? It was simply a weapon that could amplify the power of the cannon! The shells penetrated the wet quilts and two-inch thick planks, smashing the defensive planks into pieces. The wooden block pierced into the head and neck of the bugmen and the horse vest, stabbing these Jianzhou Tartars who had killed countless people to the ground.
The bouncing shells scared the Qing soldiers in the back row out of their wits. As soon as the artillery shell rang out, they ran out of the shield car and stood outside.
Li Zhi raised his binoculars and looked below the Zhijin Dragon Flag. He saw that dozens of Tartar leaders could no longer stand still and had gathered around the leader in the middle, talking about something. The leader in the middle was probably Yanguly. He didn't say a word, as if he was still thinking about the situation on the battlefield.
After firing three volleys, Li Zhi's artillery began to push the cannon carriages back to their original positions and clean up the barrels. The battlefield fell silent for a moment. When the armored Beetle operating the shield chariots saw that the cannons on the city wall had stopped firing, they also hid in the shield chariots one by one.
The followers and auxiliary soldiers behind the shield carts seized the time to push the carts and load the soil, wanting to fill up the 150-meter-high trench. The Tartars didn't know the level of the artillery on the city wall and thought that Li Zhi's soldiers would need a long time to reload. They imagined that they could fill the holes in this interval.
However, after only a minute, their fantasies were shattered. Before the auxiliary soldiers had even filled one-tenth of the hole, the cannons on the city wall had already loaded their shells and started the second round of firing.
The smoke had dispersed, and the artillery could take aim calmly. Another twenty-two shells broke through the air and shot at the hundred shield vehicles parked in front of the hole. Wood shavings flew in the air as the cannon carriages were hit. Miserable screams could be heard from the broken shield carriages.
Blood and flesh splattered from the shield carriages that were hit. The front half of the shield carriages was sprayed with a layer of blood, dying them red. Blood spurted out of the wounds caused by the wooden chips and the minced meat caused by the cannonballs, flowing from the bottom of the shield car to the outside.
When had the Tartars ever seen such a powerful cannon? Seeing the warriors being killed by the cannons in the shield carriages, they lost their will to fight and turned to flee.
Bai Bai Ya, who was behind the armored Beetle, did not let them escape. Bai Baidala was shooting arrows from the back of the line. The arrows were vicious and went straight for the vital parts, killing the armored beetles that escaped the shield chariots on the battlefield.
The armored Beetle realized that there was no way to survive if they retreated, so they could only get back into the shield carriage.
The frightened Tartars had just returned to the shield carriages when another twenty-two shells flew over and knocked away thirteen shield carriages. The shield vehicles were like cans that had been opened by iron pliers, and they were completely destroyed.
In just one or two minutes, the cannons on the city wall fired five times, and more than 60 shield carriages were blown up. The flying wooden shards and fierce cannonballs slaughtered the armored infantry in the shield carriages, causing the four hundred Tartars to either die or be injured, and withdraw from the battle.
If the Tartars were confident that they could easily take down Fan Manor when they slaughtered the Ming people, they had lost the confidence to win now. How could there be so many cannons in such a small city? How many warriors 'corpses would be laid under the city walls to take down this city?
Finally, the leader of the Tartars, Yanguli, realized the ferocity of the artillery on the city wall. He stopped forcing the armored infantry to hold the shield chariots and sounded the bell to withdraw.
Hearing the bugle call, the elite Tartar soldiers who had been waiting in the shield carriages were relieved. They all fled to the rear, retreating from the front line like a tide.
The sixth volley of cannons was aimed at the fleeing Tartars. Twenty-two cannonballs whizzed towards the moving targets.
When the Tartars heard the cannon fire from the city wall, they held their heads and fled in all directions, afraid that they would be touched by the cannonballs. Twenty-two cannonballs landed on the ground, bounced up, and bounced forward on the ground, drawing twenty-two straight lines of death in the fleeing Tartar army. Although the results of this volley were not as good as the bombardment of the shield carriages, the twenty-two shells still killed more than thirty Tartars.
After two rounds of bombardment, more than three hundred Tartars were killed, and more than a hundred were thrown onto the battlefield with heavy injuries.
The Tartars retreated from the shield carriages and hid in the camp, not daring to approach. The gold-woven dragon flag followed the retreating Qing army into the camp, leading the entire Qing army back to the camp.
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