The Hongyi cannons of the Qin Army rumbled and fired.
After the whistling sound, a large iron bullet suddenly fell down, smashing a deep hole in the city gate tower. Then, it bounced up and crashed into the city gate tower, instantly causing the city gate tower to suffer heavy damage.
After a series of earth-shattering noises, Yang Wei, who was so scared that his legs turned to jelly, struggled to get up from the ground, and immediately leaned against the battlement to cover his body. He panted, eyes wide open, and body trembling.
He looked at the pile of flesh not far from him, and a large number of people lying on the gate tower with broken arms and legs, constantly wailing.
At this time, death was easy, and there was no pain. But those who were hanging on to their last breath but whose bodies were broken were the most painful.
Without treatment, they would die slowly, and this long process was the most painful.
However, guns and cannons had no eyes, and the battlefield was ruthless.
This was only the first cannonball that hit, followed by the second, the third, the fourth, and the fifth.
One after another, the iron bullets fiercely smashed onto the city gate tower or the city wall. They either smashed a hole and fell to the ground, or smashed onto the city gate tower, bringing about a reign of terror on the city gate tower. Broken limbs and flesh were everywhere, puddles after puddles, it was extremely terrifying.
The native soldiers of Bozhou on the city wall had never seen such terrible weapons. For a moment, they thought it was some evil magic of the Qin Army, or divine thunder from heaven. Some of them even knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, not daring to get up, let alone fight.
After all, Yang Wei was experienced and knowledgeable. He knew that these were just cannons. He didn't believe in any evil magic or magic, but the cannons of the Qin Army were so powerful that he didn't dare to stand up, for fear that he would be smashed to death as soon as he raised his head, just like the pile of flesh not far from him.
Even so, he had an intense urge to stand up. He knew his duty, and he knew what he had to do. The rear pass could not be lost, absolutely not. This was something that he and Yang Yinglong both agreed on.
It was not to say that Sea Dragon Harbor was finished after the fall. Even after the fall, there were still two more checkpoints and countless chain of forts that could be defended. The Qin army would still have to face the powerful defense system and would suffer heavy losses. It would be very difficult to take down these checkpoints in a short time.
The problem was that the morale of the Bozhou soldiers who were trapped in the Sea Dragon Barracks would suffer a devastating blow. They were already fearful of the Qin army because of their repeated defeats and casualties, and now it was even more so.
At present, they still had the impregnable defense line of Hai Long Fortress to rely on. The longer they held on, the more morale they could recover, the more they would be able to defend their property against the enemy, and the more they would be able to wear down the logistics of the Qin Army.
Based on the current situation, it was impossible to defeat the Qin army head-on, but their only weakness was the logistics. The logistics of the 160,000 regular soldiers was enough to drag them down, and the longer the sea dragons could hold on, the higher the chance of victory.
When Strategist Qin's veterans were tired and had no choice but to withdraw, it would be Bozhou's victory.
But the premise of all this was that they couldn't lose the checkpoints.
At this sensitive time, even the loss of one checkpoint would bring a devastating blow to the morale of the Bozhou Army, which was already low. The chain reaction would infinitely expand the panic. Obviously, it was only the rear checkpoint that was breached, but in the end, it was very likely that the Qin Army would attack the mountain.
At that time, the panic could cause the army to collapse, allowing the Qin Army to take down the strong checkpoints without shedding a drop of blood. Hai Long Fortress, the core of the Chieftain rule of Bozhou that had been painstakingly built for hundreds of years, was likely to be destroyed.
The 700-year-old foundation of the Yang Family would be destroyed in the hands of their generation!
After he died, how would he have the face to see his ancestors?!
Yang Wei pounded his weak legs in pain. He forcibly dispelled the fear in his heart, propped himself up with one hand, and pulled out the saber at his waist with the other. Then he half-knelt on the ground, panting violently.
At this time, the Qin Army was loading ammunition and adjusting their positions. There was a short interval.
It was at this moment that Yang Wei shouted crazily.
"Don't forget how the Heavenly King has treated us! He has treated us well! We rely on him for food and clothing! Now is the time when he needs us! Fight back! Fire the cannons! Fire the arrows! Kill them!
If the rear checkpoint is lost, the Heavenly King is finished, and we will all die with him! The imperial army will not let us go! Don't forget what happened to the people who were captured before! They were either killed or buried alive! Do you want to be buried alive?!!! "
At this time, the importance of a strong core leader was reflected.
Especially for the product of an organization like the army, the importance of a core leader was self-evident. A strong core could even reverse the situation of the war to some extent and give the army courage again.
Just as at this moment, Yang Wei's shout woke some people up. They remembered the gold, silver, jewelry, food, and women that Yang Yinglong had brought them. They remembered everything they had gotten, and they were grateful to Yang Yinglong when they ate meat and drank wine.
All of this was under Yang Yinglong's command. If the Qin Army captured Hailongquan, even if they were lucky enough to survive and become prisoners of war, how would they be treated?
There was no specific news about the fate of the captured Bozhou soldiers, but there were rumors among the surviving Bozhou soldiers. Some said that they were killed, some said that they were collectively beheaded, and some said that they were killed and eaten. Anyway, they did not have a good ending.
How could they believe that they would have a good ending after becoming prisoners of war?
Apart from fighting to the death, there was no other way out. Instead of being captured, it was better to fight for a slim chance of survival.
In this case, a slim chance of survival was as trustworthy as a life-saving straw, and they would never let go.
Therefore, they suppressed the fear in their hearts and looked at the Qin Army, which had not yet launched a charge. They clenched the weapons in their hands, planning to fight for Yang Yinglong and for themselves.
They were all Yang Yinglong's most trusted soldiers, treated the best, and deeply indebted to the Yang family. This kind of army was also the most reliable in the old era. Once in a desperate situation, this kind of army was most likely to fight to the last man, and was the most troublesome existence for all enemies.
The surviving cannoneers straightened the cannons that had fallen to the side, reloaded the ammunition in a flurry, or aimed the cannons in a flurry. In short, they had to launch a counterattack, and they had to encourage more soldiers to fight back.
"Fire!!!!"
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