As Prophet - Chapter 193



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Episode 193. Response to Artillery Fire

The men with shields came up late, but one of the four tall pillars supporting the observation tower was burned. In the process, they burned the wood that had been added to reinforce the structure, and even the cowhide that covered the hide.

“Hehe, hehe.”

The commander-in-chief’s surprised gaze turned to Dalcheon.

“Wow! That’s a great shot.”

“It’s not that great.”

The commander looked at the other siege tools with an uncomfortable gaze.

“What should I do with them? I’m worried.”

“What are you worried about? Just think of it as target practice and pour it out.”

“It is not something that can be broken with an arrow.”

“For now, we’ve destroyed the observation tower. They have no idea how we’re going to respond from inside.”

“Yes, but there are too many enemies.”

“Remember our goal: to reduce the number of enemies as much as possible, so that it will take them a generation or more to rise again in the next era.”

“Yes.”

“Move the gun emplacement and use it to destroy their siege structures. It’ll be hard to hit, but it shouldn’t be impossible. It’ll be hard with arrows. The battering rams… … Hmm, they’ve already covered them in leather and sprayed them with water.”

“When you come near, I plan to pour oil on you and set you on fire.”

“Aha! You have such a great eye. What about those numerous fortunes? There are more than ten.”

“There is a sledgehammer right in front of us, so it will be difficult to attack the wall right away.”

“But there will be those who succeed. Respond with firearms. They don’t have firearms, but we do. Instead of discussing their superiority, wouldn’t it be better to focus on our strengths?”

“Let’s do it.”

The commander-in-chief ordered the gunners on the wall to destroy the enemy’s siege weapons. He gave fairly detailed instructions, such as to punish those who fired indiscriminately, and to fire one shot and then to adjust the next shot precisely.

In fact, most firearms of that time were blind. After firing a few shots, the enemy would scatter and run away on their own. Wasn’t it a weapon that relied on sound rather than destructive power?

“Send officers to encourage the gunners and gunners.”

“Loyalty!”

The officers at the gate rushed out.

“What happened to Amro?”

“I knocked down the entrance and two exits. I killed everyone who came out, and placed one female at each exit.”

“Thank you. Thank you for your hard work.”

I came just now, but I’m only asking about it now. It was a part that showed how worried the commander was about the enemy’s siege weapons.

“I’m worried that there might be another exit. The cavalry is closely watching the Sunginbang area.”

“There must be more. Since the front and back are blocked, they have to escape somewhere to survive. A rabbit doesn’t dig just one hole. That clever guy must have dug a few more.”

“Yes.”

At that moment, a cannon aimed at Inchangbang made a loud noise and destroyed a catapult being assembled about a hundred yards away on the other side. The cannon master and gunner raised their hands, and the soldiers on the nearby wall cheered.

“Wow! You got it! Wow!”

Success has the power to make people boil. Hitting something with a cannon is like throwing a stone into a hole with your eyes closed. The point of impact of the cannon flying here and there is not accurate. Another cannon shot made a loud noise and landed in front of the cloud. It was a little short of distance.

“Hey, Sipha! We need to put in a little more gunpowder!”

The shooter blamed his adjustments for the lack of gunpowder, not the angle, which was correct, the gunsmith said.

“I’ll put in a handful more, then.”

“Let’s do it.”

I wiped the barrel with a rag attached to the stick. I wiped the inside once more with a dry rag, then added the same amount of gunpowder, added exactly a handful more, and pushed in the round wooden board. I pressed it down firmly, sealed it tightly, and then put in the shell.

The painter, who was hurt by the criticism he received for his performance, opened his palm.

“I added more gunpowder.”

The shooter glared at the enemy with his eyes shining. He was in the same direction as before, but he adjusted the elevation a little. I have no confidence. This bullet never lands in the same place. He knows better than anyone that it misses a little bit every time he shoots. At first, I yelled at the gunsmith and pretended it wasn’t my fault, but this time, I have to hit it.

This is no one’s fault. The weapon itself was made that way. I feel bad for scolding the gunsmith for no reason. If I fail this time, I won’t be able to show my face. I might have to bow down to the gunsmith from now on. He’s already a guy who talks a lot about how the technique is different and how you shouldn’t shoot like that.

As he was trying to adjust the angle, he heard a small sound like ants in his ears.

[Transmission] ‘Just shoot.’

“yes?”

The archer looked around. No one spoke. The sight of the Jin-in standing in the gatehouse in the distance, smiling brightly, came into view. The archer muttered. The officer urged him on.

“Shoot!”

“The Master said not to adjust it and to just shoot it… … .”

He muttered so that the gunner could hear, and the gunner glanced at the gatehouse and lit the gun. The shooter shouted loudly.

“firing!”

Kwaang!

He said that he fired while shooting himself. The shell that flew more than a hundred times destroyed one of the almost finished clouds. The soldiers around the clouds fell down in blood. The shooter raised both hands and jumped up.

“See! What did I tell you! Didn’t I say we were running low on gunpowder?”

The gunpowder was whetted. I clearly saw him adjust the angle, but he still said it was because of the amount of gunpowder.

After the officer asked about the amount of gunpowder and confirmed it, he had them pass the amount of gunpowder they had just fired to the left and right. He also passed on the angle of the muzzle.

“Five and a half hops!”

“Five and a half hops!”

“Five and a half hops!”

“Five and a half hops!”

The amount of gunpowder was passed sideways and the angle of 28 degrees was also passed. It was impossible to do it exactly because the height of the wall and the distance to the target were not the same, but the archers who were instructed to hit it exactly were able to calculate the average of the angle and the amount.

Dalcheon, who didn’t know anything about how to fire cannons, nodded when he heard the sound being transmitted. Doesn’t that mean that if you use the same amount of gunpowder and angle, it will fly about the same distance?

Dalcheon grabbed someone standing next to him and asked.

“So, if you change the angle and add more gunpowder, will it fly farther?”

The general standing behind the gate answered.

“Yes, of course. But if you put too much in, the barrel may explode. People will get hurt.”

“Oh, there is a limit.”

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

Dalcheon’s fingertips pointed to the main camp’s tents in the distance. Nohoraha Special Forces was in the center, and Eunmyeon was next to him.

“How about there?”

“I’m not an expert, but it’s a bit far.”

It seems that the guys standing right up close, outside the shooting range, were an eyesore. They even put up chairs that they found somewhere and put up a white curtain behind them so that they could be seen clearly.

“It’s annoying.”

“It is a long way, but if you are so kind, I will do my best.”

“I would rather have Jincheonrye than Altan.”

“Of course.”

The person who answers is better. He has something to think about, has an opinion, and has the courage to express it. There are people who just talk without any plan, but there aren’t many people who are so reckless in a place where there are many high-ranking generals.

When Dalcheon was entrusted with the task, the commander frowned. There is nothing a person can do other than frowning. He was about to say no in a subtle way, but he closed his mouth when he saw Dalcheon’s innocent expression.

The general ran to the gun emplacement with a fairly long barrel and pushed the cannon. I wondered why he was coming when he was telling me to shoot, and looked at him with an uncomfortable expression. Then, the man encouraged the soldiers and led them up the circular rampart in front of the main gate. The height of the wall was a bit low, but there was an advantage in that they could advance a little further. They could advance at least twenty or thirty more jang and arrows would rain down.

He raised his shield, and, after making sure that the soldiers pushing and pulling were not injured, he placed the gun emplacement at the end of the round corner of the wall with difficulty. It was a place that was clearly visible from the gatehouse. He placed the gun emplacement and faithfully carried out the necessary procedures for loading.

“Oh, you seem to have some ideas.”

The commander-in-chief let out a ‘huh!’ at Dalcheon’s evaluation.

“Why? What don’t you like?”

“He’s a guy who goes crazy when he gets drunk. He’s weak.”

“Haha, ahaha, I see. Being weak to alcohol isn’t a bad thing, right?”

“In our society, it’s a waste. Ugh.”

“No, is war your main weapon?”

“It’s not that, but there’s something about it that makes me unable to help but look down on it.”

“Ahahaha. Let’s see. I went to the end of the wall with the biggest gun. Maybe I can take them all down with one shot.”

“Excessive expectations lead to great disappointment. I don’t trust that guy.”

“Judge a person by their alcohol. Haha, my goodness.”

While the two men continued their conversation, it seemed that preparations were complete. The general stood with his back to his shield and saluted. The commander reluctantly picked up his baton and then put it down. The gunsmith lit the fire, and those nearby retreated left and right along the wall.

Kkwang!

A thunderous roar rang out, as if it would shatter the heavens and earth, and Jincheonroe was fired. It was loaded with a lot of gunpowder to allow it to fly a long distance.

Dalcheon’s gaze turned to the center of the enemy camp. The shells that flew forward, covered with white cloth, shattered and broke the military formation blocking the front. Jincheon-roe stopped in front of the main camp, less than ten jang away. The bullets that flew in, fell, rolled, and exhausted their power were making a crackling sound. Was it the aftereffect of firing with gunpowder? The blackened side of the shells was leaking sparks with unbearable anxiety, which was ominous.

Eun-myeon, who was looking down at something, was startled.

“It’s a thunderbolt! Everyone run away!”

At the sound of Eun-myeon’s shout, black unmanned people surrounded him. Nohoraha Special Forces, who had no idea what was going on, was dumbfounded. Before he could count one or two more, Jincheon-roe exploded.

Wow, wow, wow!

A blinding white light blasted out, and millions of fragments flew out from the light. It was less than a dozen feet away. Fragments, dirt, and rocks flew in all directions. The flying iron shards pierced through the armor. Those who were watching for something were pierced and shattered. Some flew in all directions, while others, who were quite a distance away, collapsed. It was as if the soul of a person had been sucked out all at once.

The screams and screams were entangled.

He pushed through those who had covered him up. More than half of the dozen or so people who had blocked Eun-myeon’s front with their bodies had turned into corpses, and those who had not died were dying. Sharp iron pieces tore through his body. Eun-myeon, who had been injured in his buttocks and could not walk or sit properly, got up with the help of someone who was supporting him. His teeth chattered at the sight before his eyes. They were not people. Dozens of red chunks of meat were lying around.

“These evil bastards.”

It was a kind of criticism of a blind weapon. If it were me, I would have used more, but if someone else uses it and I get hurt, I would curse them as a vicious person. The subordinate examined Eunmyeon’s body. His white clothes were covered in blood, but fortunately, it was all someone else’s blood. Those guys are like that, but they don’t mix even a single drop of their own blood.

When he came to his senses and looked to the side, a group of armed men were clinging to Nohoraha Special. He had no one to risk his life to block them. No, he never dreamed that the shell that had come flying would explode again. Two iron pieces had pierced his body, and one was stuck. One was in his arm and thigh, but the other had broken his shoulder blade and was stuck in a place where his heart would touch. He couldn’t even breathe properly because of the pain. The assemblyman from the crowd came running.

Eun-myeon shook his head. He looked like he was going to die at any moment. I don’t know about anything else, but what was stuck under his shoulder was fatal. He was in no condition to command an army.