Chapter 411: Mortar Attack

"Your Majesty, this King Yan's fortress looks really strange. It seems to be able to accommodate more soldiers and artillery." Gordan said to Enke through the gaps in the woods.

"King Yan has always been despicable, and naturally the construction of this fortress is also despicable." Enke said angrily.

Then he said: "But the Khan ordered us to enter Yan County. Even if this fortress is made of iron, we will take it this time."

Gordan nodded and said to the general behind him, "Lead the servants and soldiers."

As soon as he finished speaking, only the sound of "whirring" was heard.

The shells were carrying like a strong wind, and a hundred black spots were getting bigger and bigger in their eyes.

"Dodge," Gordan shouted.

At this moment, all the servant soldiers immediately dispersed and ran back and forth.

But even so, some Beidi soldiers were still hit by artillery.

"Damn it!" A miserable cry came from the team, and Gordan cursed fiercely.

Then he said: "Your Majesty, pull out ours and let them taste the power of our artillery."

"Don't be anxious. These servants are all Song people anyway. Let them rush forward to consume King Yan's troops first, and then use artillery when our Beidi warriors come up. Good iron must be used on the blade." Enke said.

At this time, fire lit up again on the wall of the bastion, and Gordan once again dodged. He looked at the bastion in front and shouted: "Charge me, and anyone who retreats will be shot."

At his order, the servants rushed towards the bastion as if desperate.

During this period, they experienced Enke's cruelty. They knew very well that if they did not rush, they would definitely die under the sword of the Beidi people.

And in order to prevent them from escaping, Enke also left their wives and children in the grassland.

"kill!"

Roaring, the servants carried the ladder and rushed towards the bastion.

At the same time, Beidi archers continued to shoot arrows at the top of the city to provide them with cover.

"It's the servant soldiers again!" On the bastion, Chang Wei frowned.

This is an old routine of Beidi people.

First use the servant soldiers to consume them, and then let the real Beidi soldiers come in.

Although he knew that many of these servants were Song people, now they were enemies.

This is a kind of sadness. If they had not lost Ningjin Dusi back then, there would not be so many Songren servants in the Beidi army.

And now, even though they knew they were Song people, they had to kill them.

"Mortar attack!"

Thinking of this, Chang Wei felt a little aggrieved, but there is no mercy in war.

"Yes, General." Tang Qing responded and passed on the order, "Blow these enemies to death."

Zhao Xu observed the battlefield. Beidi people's bows and arrows kept falling on the city wall, and some soldiers were shot and injured.

There are many nails in the mortar shells this time. This is the most primitive shotgun. As long as it explodes, it will kill an entire enemy.

Moreover, the mortar's parabolic descent can also directly attack enemies hiding in the woods, unlike the smoothbore cannon's shells which are blocked by trees.

The soldiers in charge of the mortar received the order and immediately adjusted the length of the shot cork according to the distance, then loaded it into the mortar, and aimed at the Beidi servants and archers.

"Let go!" an order was given.

Fifty mortars fired shells at the same time.

The Beidi archers who were shooting saw many black spots in the sky and immediately hid behind the big trees.

"Dong, dong..."

But they were wrong. These dark things suddenly exploded four or five meters above their heads.

The nails in the shotshells flew out like flowers scattered by a goddess, and immediately many Beidi soldiers screamed.

Many Beidi soldiers were frightened, but some shotguns exploded too late and fell on the ground.

The Beidi soldier looked at the round thing on the ground with a ghost-like expression.

But their doubts ended with a huge explosion.

The powerful impact and thick smoke instantly enveloped the nearby Beidi soldiers, and the Beidi soldiers within a radius of ten meters fell one after another.

The stench of nails, iron beads, and feces mixed with the explosion of shotguns quickly filled the air.

These are some special shotguns specially made by the Bingzhan Division, which are similar to Beidi's arrows that have been touched by dung.

The Beidi soldiers at the center of the explosion were blown to pieces, while the soldiers on the periphery were basically injured and fell to the ground wailing.

The Beidi soldiers were so frightened that they retreated one after another.

At this time, the second wave of shotgun shells was thrown over again by the mortar, and the wounded soldiers who had no time to escape were torn apart in another explosion.

"Good fight! Hahaha..." Chang Wei's laughing voice came from the city wall.

This unexpected attack by the mortar caused the Beidi archers to retreat one after another, and the servant soldiers who lost their cover became a living target for the palace soldiers.

They aimed the artillery at the servants, and the sound of "boom" sounded. The smoothbore cannon shells flew towards them like raindrops, and the screams continued.

Enke got up from the ground in embarrassment.

The continuous huge explosions frightened him to death, and Gordan also turned pale.

"What is this?" Enke panicked.

Compared with artillery, this kind of explosive thing scares him more.

Because the distance was very close, he felt the slight vibration caused by the explosion on the ground. He almost thought he was going to die here just now.

"King Yan must have a new firearm." Gordan said, "This cunning little fox."

Enke said: "Even so, this will not scare the warriors of our Black Iron King's tent, allowing the soldiers to continue the attack."

Gordan nodded. Even if the King of Yan was a god, they would fight to the end this time.

The battle lasted from noon to night. The servants driven by the Northern Di came in waves. The bodies of the servants soon lay under the bastion. The setting sun was like blood, making the scene even more desolate.

In the evening, Zhao Xu looked at the retreating servants and hit the city wall hard.

"Until now, not even the fur of the Northern soldiers has been injured. It's all the servants who are hateful!"

Chang Wei comforted: "Your Highness, this is the usual war method of the Northern Di. They will only attack when the opponent is exhausted and suffers heavy losses."

Looking at Yanshan shrouded in the sunset, Zhao Xu nodded and said, "Forget it, we will drag them. Chen Hu and Zhongli will make them pay the price."

After a day of fighting, Chang Wei immediately asked the soldiers to transport artillery shells, eat and rest. This war cannot be ended in one or two days.

Moreover, the daytime attack was just a test attack by the Northern Di. The real bloody battle was still to come. He knew this very well.

After all, the artillery of Beidi has not appeared.

However, judging from today's battle, he has a lot of confidence in this defense battle, and he is very satisfied with the role played by the mortar.

Just as the King of Yan said.

These projectile shells make the battlefield have no blind spots, and they can hit the enemy hiding anywhere.