Gunpowder had not yet appeared in Japan at that time. Although the people of Fukuoka and Nagasaki had seen it, the people in other places had not seen it, including the troops. When they heard the sound, they thought it was thunder.
But there was a big sun in the sky and not even a cloud in sight, so how could there be thunder?
"Look, General!"
A soldier pointed to the back and said that dozens of fire mushrooms appeared there, but only some of them exploded among the crowd, and the rest exploded in the wasteland nearby.
"What...what is this?"
The general leading the team was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a thing before and didn't know where it came from. But one thing was certain, as long as they were around those fire mushrooms, it seemed that many soldiers were lying on the ground shouting, and what was flowing out of their bodies was blood?
These people are still lucky, at least they still have their lives, but the others are not so lucky. The others have lost their lives, and those who don’t move must be dead.
Some of them were hung on the trees nearby or fell on the rocks. In short, their deaths were extremely tragic. The wars they had fought before were all cold weapon wars. Although people would be chopped into several halves, the number of deaths was limited. Now so many people died at once.
"Sea... sea..."
When the second round of artillery fire started, the soldiers finally understood what was going on. It turned out that these things were fired from the sea.
Tang Dynasty Fleet!
The officers also understood what was going on. These ships were warships of the Tang Dynasty Navy. They had heard about them a long time ago. They were very powerful and could decide our life or death from thousands of miles away. But many people did not believe it at the time. They felt that it was made up by local officials to cover up their own failure.
Many people believed this statement, but those present today know that those failed officials did not lie, it’s just that we are narrow-minded.
During the first round of shelling, because the accuracy was not very high, more than 70% of the shells hit other places, but during the second round of shelling, more than 70% of the shells hit the crowd.
"Run to the mountains, run quickly to the mountains, away from the sea."
Finally someone understood, but now the four rounds of artillery fire had passed. Because the Fuso people's ranks were relatively tight, it was unknown how many people died. By the time they found a solution, many people could no longer get up.
The general who had led the troops also fell to the ground. As he lay dying, he couldn't understand what method had been used. He could actually take his life from such a distance. He was still tightly gripping his samurai sword, a sword passed down through two generations, but he didn't even have the chance to draw it on the battlefield.
The other soldiers had no time to care about him and just wanted to run up the mountain quickly. However, these shells seemed to have eyes. When they ran up the mountain, these shells chased them up the mountain, without slowing down their death at all.
But at this moment they did not dare to stop. One thing was certain, that is, the farther they ran, the safer they would be. Many people were already exhausted, but when they looked back at the tragic appearance of their dead comrades, they seemed to have strength all over their bodies.
Finally, the sound of thunder became quieter and quieter, and these people could no longer run.
They lay on their backs on the ground, looking at the blue sky. Everyone sighed that they had saved their lives, but none of the people around them were familiar. You know, most of the people in an army are from the same hometown. But when these people around heard different dialects, they began to look down the mountain.
It was about several thousand meters from the place where they escaped to here, and there were dead bodies everywhere along the way.
They finally understood why they couldn't find anyone familiar, because all those familiar people died on the road. From the place where the first fire mushroom exploded to now, no one knew how many people had died along the way, and he might be the only one who survived in this group.
Everyone looked at each other's panicked faces. At least it was safe now. We didn't know how many people had died, but could we still find out how many were still alive? There were only about one or two thousand people on this hill, and maybe another two or three thousand on the hill next to it. It looked like there were more people there than here, but we were eight thousand-man teams in total!
Look at the time, only an hour has passed at most. Half of the people died in an hour. How can we fight?
The most important thing is that all the dead were our people, and we didn’t even see the enemy.
"Should we go down and rescue them?"
Some people saw that there were still people alive. After all, they were all their comrades-in-arms, and they were all climbing up the mountain with difficulty.
"Are you crazy? How do you know that kind of thing won't attack? If it attacks us when we go down to rescue people, we will be the same as them."
The selfish voice quickly spread throughout the entire mountain. Originally, some people wanted to go down to rescue people, but looking at their fellow disciples at the foot of the mountain, some of them had only half of their bodies left. If we went down to rescue people, there was no guarantee that we would not end up like them.
"Go down the mountain from the south side. All of you go down the mountain from the south side."
Finally, some low-ranking generals spoke up. They were also the highest commanders on the entire mountain. Although the south side was steeper, at least there were endless mountains to the south, and it was impossible for those warships to come over.
Everyone looked at the steep downhill road on the south side, and their legs felt weak, but there was no other way. At most, a few people would fall to death, but compared with those who died on the north side, wasn't it still a minority?
Led by several centurions, the people on the mountain began to descend from the south side.
They were also afraid. What if those ships were attacking here? According to their thinking, as long as the mountains blocked those ships, we wouldn't be able to see them, and they certainly wouldn't be able to see us, so they would never be able to hit us.
Theoretically, there is no problem with this, but if we know where you are and the ship can get closer to the shore, then there is no problem in attacking you.
"Adjust the angle and continue sailing towards the shore."
Ding Jiayong gave the order at this moment. They opened fire right after entering the bay. In fact, they could still sail towards the land for a while, and the water here was deep enough, so they could carry out extended bombardment later. Even if you ran behind the mountain, our shells would be able to pass over the mountaintop and continue to hit you. Even if three shells killed one person, we would still make a profit.
