On March 20, the witches launched another breakout operation.
First, they hauled out thirty 12-pounders and fired two volleys into the rebel lines, nearly shaking the smaller witches in their artillery position into Cat Lamp witches.
"My hat!" Jiang Han let out a shriek no less piercing than a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She was that Cat Lamp witch... even her hat had been shaken off.
Beside her, Kang Xuezhen's eyes had gone wide. Without even blinking, she held down her own hat. "These cannons really have no refinement. Back when I fought in wars, those companies all used good artillery."
Lin Shu's eyes had gone wide as well. "They really have no refinement."
BOOM!
Another volley rang out. Jiang Han and the others couldn't control their bodies, and with a thud, they were jolted into the air.
Flailing, she grabbed at the air with both hands, then clamped them tightly over her hat before landing steadily with a plop.
To increase the power of their cannons, witches often stuffed a pair of graywood powder charges inside, at the cost of greater recoil and vibration when firing!
After landing, Jiang Han realized that every witch in the group was staring at her.
Getting shaken into the air wasn't embarrassing. Tan Yue had been jolted up too... She puffed out her cheeks and glared at the other witches in confusion.
Why did it feel like all of you saw that? Jiang Han wanted to ask again, but the rebel camp seemed to flare up all at once. Several ranks of unshielded peasant spearmen poured out from their lines.
After taking two artillery volleys on the front line, followed by several rounds from the demon riflemen, those peasant spearmen would basically collapse.
But they had been meant to soak