The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 247 The Dirtiest Man on the Battlefield

Qi Chongli cursed out loudly, and the thirty-second eunuch standing next to him was dumbfounded. He thought: My Lord, you are a cultured person, the kind who writes poems and couplets with great poets like Li Qingzhao. You are such an elegant person. What's wrong with your mouth now?

Qi Chongli didn't care what the eunuch next to him was thinking. He spitted out his mouth: "Kill these bastards! Hit them! Fly the shells! Hit that crooked-eyed piece of shit over there!"

Amid his passionate curses, the shells whizzed and fell into the enemy's stone-throwing group.

"Crack!"

There was a sound of wood breaking as a catapult was hit by an iron bullet.

Not to mention that this was a crudely made catapult made by cutting down trees on the spot before the battle. Even if it was made of top-grade sandalwood made with modern technology, it could not withstand the destruction of artillery shells. The catapult instantly collapsed, and wood chips flew in all directions. Several soldiers nearby were the first to be hit by the wood chips and fell down screaming.

A shell did not hit the catapult when it landed, but it bounced on the ground, rolled forward, and hit the right front wheel of a catapult. The catapult lost its footing, tilted to the right front, and fell down with a bang, knocking down three soldiers nearby. A broken piece of wood pierced into the abdomen of a soldier, who screamed in pain. The scene was extremely horrifying.

Panic suddenly spread across the Jin army's catapult positions.

In contrast to their emotions, the morale of the rebels and the ordinary people in the city was greatly boosted.

"So we have such a powerful new weapon! Hahaha!" A glue archer watching the battle from the top of the city wall roared, "We've smashed the gold thieves on the other side so hard they can't fight back. Hahahaha!"

After he shouted like this, many people hiding behind the city wall also climbed up to the top of the city wall to watch the battle. Seeing that the Jin army was being beaten unilaterally, they smiled happily.

The General's Cannon had always been a secret of the rebel army. Not only did the enemy not know about it, even the auxiliary soldiers and civilians did not know about it. Now that they knew about it, cheers rose and fell on the city walls.

The bald labor camp members, led by Wang Hong and Li Cui, were now shouting at the top of their lungs, "Great! What a great weapon! Damn! It turns out the iron we brought into the firearms workshop was used to make this! Hahahaha! We also deserve credit for these shots."

"Hit again, hit again!"

"No wonder the firearms workshop needs so much iron. Just this iron bullet can be used to make so many spearheads."

Each shell of the General Cannon weighs ten pounds. When four cannons are fired at once, forty pounds of iron will be ejected.

The iron tip of a spear only requires six taels of iron.

That is to say, when the four cannons are fired once, sixty-six spears will be fired out.

This is just like transferring money!

But it feels so good to transfer money!

There were cries of grief and wailing everywhere in the Jin army camp, and the catapult soldiers' faces were so scared that even the blood drained out of their faces.

But Guwei was still urging them forward...

Anyway, the shells didn't hit Gu Wei, so he wasn't afraid! He only considered "strategy" and didn't consider the lives of any soldiers on the battlefield, especially the lives of puppet soldiers. He didn't count human lives at all.

The supervisory team flashed their cold knives...

The puppet infantry in charge of the catapults had no choice but to continue advancing.

This time, the Jin army built 55 counterweight catapults, each of which was very large and had four wheels underneath, but it did not run fast. The infantrymen pushed them forward slowly with great effort. It took a long time to get from a distance of one mile to a range of half a mile. In addition, the two rounds of artillery fire just now had already made them frightened, and their legs were shaking when they walked, which made their advance even slower.

"Load the guns! Load new shells!" Qi Chongli was jumping up and down, yelling at the artillerymen. Of course, he knew he had no command authority, and his yelling was simply an emotional outburst, just like when everyone at a football game yells at the player with the ball, "Shoot! Shoot!"

But the artillerymen did not rush to load the shells. Instead, they took out the wet cloths they had prepared in advance and wrapped them around the barrels...

Qi Chongli understood. The last two shots had already raised the temperature of the barrel considerably, and the artillerymen were working to cool it down. He quickly wrapped the barrel with a wet cloth, then removed it and threw it behind him. Immediately, the soldiers behind him took the wet cloth and placed it in the bucket, while the artillerymen in front immediately began to reload their ammunition...

The whole process takes less than two minutes.

Qi Chongli watched quietly for two minutes. When he saw the artillery had finished reloading and was ready to fire, he immediately became restless again and roared at the top of his voice: "Go! Let's go! Kill these sons of bitches! Bomb them right up their asses!"

The people around rolled their eyes and thought: My Lord! I didn't expect that a cultured person like you would be the foulest-mouthed person on the battlefield.

The cannons roared again...

The catapult array was hit by four more artillery shells.

Two more catapults were destroyed and several soldiers died tragically.

The trebuchets turned to look at the supervisory team behind them, gritted their teeth, and fought to the death...

Pushing the catapult forward quickly.

"Boom boom boom!"

The four large cannons roared again accompanied by Qi Chongli's swearing, and this time, the catapults finally entered the range of half a mile.

The catapults in the front row quickly began to "land", removing the wheels, pulling out the supporting legs, and nailing the supporting legs into the ground with huge wooden needles, allowing the catapults to "stand firmly", so as to ensure that they would not fall down due to imbalance of center of gravity during the launch process.

This operation will take at least a few minutes to complete.

Just as they were doing this, cannons sounded again and Qi Chongli started cursing again.

At the same time, the rebels' catapults also began to work.

The defending side's catapults always have the advantage of throwing the first round.

This time, a large number of 30-kilogram stone bullets flew together with four cannonballs.

For a moment, stone bullets were flying in the sky, which was a spectacular sight.

There was only a loud rumbling sound, and the Jin army's catapult array was severely hit and collapsed in an instant.

The puppet infantry, forced forward by the butcher knife of the supervisory team, finally couldn't hold on any longer. With a loud cry, they retreated...

The supervisors raised their knives, intending to kill, but Gu Wei waved his hand with a dark face, "Forget it, let's spare them this time."

Any general with normal IQ can see that this collapse cannot be blamed on these puppet troops, but rather that the enemy's weapons are too powerful.

It seems that we have to retreat before we make any plans.

Gu Wei was thinking about this when he suddenly heard the sound of drums beating from the opposite army: Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Madam Gong Er's flag began to move forward.

The chariots in the front row of the rebel army shouted in unison, and the huge wooden wall began to slowly advance forward.

Gu Wei: "What the hell? They're going to turn defense into offense?"

(End of this chapter)