"Fire!"
Li Daoxuan roared from Weiyuan Sect, and the sky and earth instantly collapsed.
The ten cannons in front of him retreated ferociously. The ten heavy artillery shells shot out at high speed with a piercing whistle in the flames from the muzzle. In the blink of an eye, the group of Qing soldiers three miles away were torn apart into broken limbs and flew into the sky. Of course, the cannon in the middle was also torn apart...
Their last cannon.
The forty cannons that Dorgon had brought were all useless.
They could not compete with Li Daoxuan in artillery. The cannons on both sides were basically the same. They were both developed from the European 18-pound cannons. Even if there were differences, there was no qualitative difference. However, the Qing army's cannoneers could not accurately hit any target. They did not know how to measure distance, they did not know how to calculate the trajectory, and they did not know how to calculate the impact of the crosswind on the error of the cannonball. However, their opponents...
Their opponents did not understand either.
However, the supercomputer that their opponents had uploaded to it understood.
The latter even created a model for each cannon and each shell.
The scattering area of the different cannonballs was accurately calculated. Then Li Daoxuan concentrated ten cannons to solve this problem. The final result was that he could easily destroy one cannon with each round of bombardment. The Qing army had brought a total of forty cannons. To him, it was nothing more than forty rounds of bombardment. All the Qing cannons were destroyed by his tactic. What was the use of the cannons without the cannons? Even if it could be repaired, it would have to be dragged back to the base in Jinzhou.
"Your Majesty is mighty!"
The moment the last cannon was destroyed, the Ming army on the city wall cheered wildly.
Li Daoxuan proudly raised his hand.
At this moment, he suddenly turned his body and an arrow shot from a ballista appeared in his hand. He immediately turned his head and glared at the Qing soldiers behind a ballista in the distance. At the same time, the Ming soldiers who were also angered reloaded their ammunition as quickly as possible and pushed forward ten cannons.
Before Li Daoxuan could aim, the Qing soldiers around the ballista scattered in fear.
The Ming army on the city wall instantly burst into laughter.
Li Daoxuan smiled and aimed the cannon at a charging carriage that was pushing forward. He wouldn't waste the cannon on a worthless target like the ballista. That Franch on the city wall would be taken care of.
At this moment, behind the wall of the Qing army's shield chariot, the chariot covered with wooden boards and cowhide slowly moved forward, just like a huge monster in the game.
But unfortunately…
"Fire!"
Li Daoxuan said.
The ten cannons roared again. None of the ten shells missed the target. All of them hit the charging vehicle. Wood and cowhide were trash in front of the high-speed shells. The charging vehicle was blown into pieces. The Qing soldiers hiding inside were like cockroaches that were trampled to death, falling from the shattered charging vehicle.
The morale of the Qing army was low, but the flag on Shoushan had not changed. The war drums behind them were still beating. They could only push the scaling ladders and lift the flying ladders under the protection of the shield carts and shields. They slowly advanced towards the moat. Behind them were cannon fodder carrying wood and pushing carts. Their mission was to fill the moat.
Without cannons, it would be very troublesome to attack.
It was impossible for them to focus their cannons on a certain section of the city wall like they did in the past.
Now, they had to use their lives to hit it.
Behind them, the archers and musketeers who were in charge of suppressing them kept firing. Bullets and arrows flew towards the city wall. Behind the sturdy arrow piles on the city wall, the Ming archers and musketeers kept firing back. However, it was obvious that they were much calmer than the Qing army. Without the threat of the cannons on the opposite side, the brick arrow piles covered with the heads of the Qing army made them immune to most attacks.
The attacking Qing army did not have any reliable protection. Their fallen bodies quickly covered the wilderness outside Ningyuan City.
Li Daoxuan was still directing his cannon.
He continued to destroy all the Qing army's large-scale siege weapons, such as the charging vehicles, scaling ladders, and even the war drums that boosted morale. All these high-value targets were shattered by the ten cannons.
He was like a protective umbrella, providing a safe sky for the Ming army on the city walls of Ningyuan, allowing them to use their weapons to kill the Qing army. The same scene was happening in other directions of Ningyuan. All of Dorgon's troops had arrived, and the 80,000 Qing soldiers attacked from all sides with an overwhelming momentum.
Weiyuan Sect was only the main force.
The other Chunhe Gate, Eternal Peace Gate, and even Yanhui Gate to the south were all under attack. They wanted to use their strongest force to break through this castle that had blocked them for 20 years.
"I am here, Dorgon. Come and die!”
Li Daoxuan stood on the Weiyuan Sect, holding his giant bow and shouting arrogantly.
"Dorgon, come and die!"
The Ming soldiers on both sides of him also roared in unison.
Amidst the tsunami-like roar, Li Daoxuan jumped onto a modified carriage. Like a general of the Spring and Autumn Period, he stood on the chariot and took the arrow from the Brocade Guard beside him. He pulled the giant bow and at the same time, the horse pulling the carriage slowly moved forward. The moment the chariot started to move, Li Daoxuan released the bowstring in his hand. The giant arrow whistled out and streaked across the sky with red tail feathers. In the blink of an eye, a Qing general who was commanding the battle more than 100 meters away was nailed to the ground.
"Kill the Tartars, I will be with you!”
On the galloping chariot, Li Daoxuan used his giant bow to call out the names of the Qing army officers outside the city while shouting at the Ming soldiers he passed by.
He was wearing three layers of armor on the inside and an oversized dragon robe on the outside. He was like a flag, constantly moving on the city wall of Ningyuan. As he moved, the one-and-a-half-meter-long arrows kept shooting out. Almost every arrow killed a Qing army officer. When they saw his figure moving over, the charging Qing army subconsciously stopped and quickly used their shields to protect themselves. The officers rushed into the densest place of the soldiers at the fastest speed. However, this was useless. The arrows that should have been used on the ballistae were not something that shields could block. In most cases, the arrows would pierce through both the person and the shield.
The morale of the Qing army fell to the bottom.
The morale of the Ming army was on the verge of exploding. As the Emperor shouted, the arrows and bullets in their hands kept shooting out. The cannons and Franks were also loaded with shrapnel and kept bombarding the Qing infantry at close range. The corpses of the Qing soldiers outside the city kept piling up, and some places even began to stop moving forward.
After all, the Qing army was not a machine.
The Eight Banners were brave, but that didn't mean they weren't afraid of death. They didn't have cannons, didn't have charging vehicles, and even their scaling ladders were about to be destroyed. They could only use the simplest weapons to attack a castle that they hadn't conquered for twenty years. On top of the castle, there was also a monstrous general, countless soldiers with high morale and cannons in their hands. This was a complete waste of their lives. As Li Daoxuan circled the city, more and more Qing troops slowed down, and some generals even began to retreat.
Li Daoxuan's giant bow was specialized in killing officers.
In the last few battles, he had killed twenty-one of the Qing army's most powerful officers, five of them were Jia La. In addition, he had also killed two third-class Mayle Zhangjing, Yi Er De and Li Sizhong. If he also counted Ai Du Li, who was indirectly killed by him, just the generals alone would almost make up a whole flag. Five Niu Lu was one Jia La, and twenty-one Niu Lu was four Jia La, and five Jia La was a complete flag. It was just right to match Ai Duli, who was in charge of the flag affairs, and the two Mei Le Zhang Jing on the left and right. They were only missing four Niu Lu, or a complete flag.
Now, the generals of the Qing army were frightened when they saw Li Daoxuan.
But Dorgon was still urging them to attack.
The generals of the Qing army looked at Li Daoxuan, who could be said to be showing off his power in Ningyuan City, and then looked at the flag on Shoushan, which represented the continuation of the attack. They gritted their teeth and moved forward. Fortunately, they had a large number of people. After leaving countless corpses behind, the main attack was on the front of Weiyuan Gate. The Qing army finally reached the moat, and then they split up to the two sides. The cannon fodder behind them pushed the cart and carried the wood and rushed forward crazily, ready to fill the moat that was already very deep.
At the same time, the firepower on the city walls increased, especially the cannons and Franks. At such a distance, they directly swept through the area with shrapnel.
The cannon fodder who were actually slaves were caught in the artillery fire on the city wall and chased by the Qing army behind them. They fell one by one like slaughtered animals. Many people even filled the moat with their corpses. Anyway, their mission was to fill the passage. Using corpses to fill the passage was considered to have completed the mission.
Fortunately, these cannon fodder were still very useful. Thousands of corpses and the wood they carried were filled into the moat, and a barely passable attack surface was finally filled. Then, the heavily armored Qing infantry rushed to the city wall without hesitation, braving the Ming army's artillery fire. At the same time as the cannon fodder fell one by one, a flying ladder was finally placed on the city wall. The Qing soldiers with shields and swords began to climb up.
The Ming soldiers on the city wall unceremoniously smashed things like stone wolf fang bats down, toppling the flying ladders with wooden poles, and even smashing lime bottles down. What was even more ruthless was to pour boiling dung soup down, and it was dung soup with poison added.
Similarly, the Qing army kept moving forward. The first batch died, and the second batch followed. The first batch of flying ladders fell, and the second batch climbed up. In the desperate battle, the corpses under the city wall piled higher and higher. At the same time, more moat sections were filled with cannon fodder, and the Qing army's attack area became wider and wider. This terrifying line of corpses continued to extend to both sides under the city wall. They were like a flood that poured into the breach of a dam, pouring into the passage filled with corpses. They kept hitting the city wall of Ning Yuan and expanding the width of the passage. As the soldiers behind squeezed, the Qing army in front even stepped on the corpses that were getting higher and higher, gradually closing the distance between them and the top of the city wall.
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