Dai Shan said it well, when Shengjing City was broken, he knew that continuing to hold on was only a dead end.

As for Huang Taiji, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, he is also dead, whether it is his reserve, pride or even his physical condition, he is not allowed to continue to live.

Since Huang Taiji is dying, what is the future of the Great Qing Kingdom?

Dai Shan didn't know about this issue, but he knew that the most important thing now was not to think about the future of the Great Qing Kingdom, but to rush out of Shengjing alive. It's just that this matter seems simple, but the difficulty is very great, and now Shengjing has long been surrounded by the Ming army, and it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to rush out.

However, Dai Shan is not an ordinary person after all, the idea of being prepared for danger in times of peace has long been deeply rooted in the bones of people in this era, as early as a few years ago, Dai Shan secretly dug a secret passage in his mansion to the outside of the city, which is also the retreat left by Dai Shan for himself.

It stands to reason that there is no problem for Dai Shan to want his family to go out of the city while the chaos is today, but the problem is that the risk of going out of the city during the day is too great, and if it is not good, it will be followed by the cavalry of the Ming army.

Just when Dai Shan was asking questions left and right, he received news that his fourteenth brother Dorgon, who was known as the most "smart", came up with an idea of lacking virtue and smoking, taking advantage of the Ming army's generals' penchant for benevolence and righteousness, good face and other characteristics, and pushed the old and weak women and children outside as shields, forcing the Ming army not to attack or dare not use artillery.

After learning that Dorgon's method worked, Dai Shanru was a treasure, and immediately drew a gourd to find thousands of old, weak, sick and disabled, and pushed them to the battlefield. As long as he can hold out until dark, he can take his men to escape from Shengjing from the secret passage at night, but as the so-called people are not as good as the sky, he met a master who did not play cards according to reason.

Hundreds of meters outside Daishan's mansion, more than a dozen six-pounder cannons were lined up, and the muzzles of the black holes were aimed at the wall in front of them.

Looking at the black hole in front of them, the Qing soldiers on the wall were all stunned, but the old and weak women and children who acted as meat shields looked at them curiously one by one because they had never seen the power of artillery.

An old man even curiously asked a foot soldier next to him who looked a little wrong: "Is this the artillery of the Ming army, it looks so small." ”

"Shut up!"

The infantry soldier glared at the old man fiercely, if it weren't for the sake of the same man, he would have swung the long knife in his hand and slashed down.

This old man is indeed a full man, and it stands to reason that this kind of cannon fodder fire is not his turn to do it, but in order to strive for realism, Dai Shan asked to push the old man, women and children as much as possible.

Although there are many Han people in Liaodong, most of them are young and middle-aged, and those old people who can't work have long been killed or abandoned by them, so the Qing soldiers who can't find so many old people for a while can only find the old people of their own clan to make up the number, so don't look at the large number of old and weak women and children standing outside, but at least half of them are Manchurian.

And these people are not good birds, although they were forced to go up to the wall as meat shields, but just now when they saw the Ming soldiers fall one after another in the rain of arrows of the Qing army, they were so happy that many people even cheered for the Qing army while watching.

Although the scolded old man was not happy, but now he is already old and frail, so he naturally does not dare to argue with the young people of his clan, although these people will not kill them, but it is no problem to let himself suffer a little.

With a stomach full of anger, he sprinkled his anger on a white-haired Han woman holding a child next to him, only to see him kick the woman, and the woman fell to the ground instantly along with the child in her arms.

That's not all, the old man also scolded: "It's all you damn dogs, if it weren't for your lord, why would you come here to blow the cold wind, why didn't the Ming army beat you to death just now?" ”

"Put!"

An artillery battalion officer in a green military uniform raised the small red flag in his hand and waved it vigorously.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

With a dull roar, solid and shotgun shells flew out of the barrel and smashed into the wall hundreds of meters away with a piercing whistling sound.

"Boom ......"

A six-pound cannonball slammed into the wall, and although the wall was built with several layers of green bricks, there was no way to compare the thickness or solidity of the wall, and just one cannonball made a big hole in the wall, and the surrounding green bricks crackled and fell.

The old man who was scolding felt the vibration of the wall under his feet, his face instantly turned pale, and he opened his mouth wide and screamed.

"Oh no, the Ming army is fighting!"

A shrill voice echoed across the walls, but his voice seemed so weak in the sound of artillery fire.

Suddenly, a cannonball hit his body, and the old man's mouth was still wide open, and the sound was still lingering, but when the cannonball hit his body, his body suddenly turned into a sky of debris.

An old Manchu woman next to her turned around and just wanted to escape, but as soon as she turned around, a thumb-thick shotgun passed through her body, and the thin body was a big hole by the way, and the hole was pitch black, and the hot shotgun had already evaporated the blood near the bullet hole.

Next to her, the Qing soldier was screaming terriblely, his left arm was gone, and blood gushed out from his shoulder like a fountain.

Seeing that the walls of the opposite mansion became shattered in the artillery fire, and the Tartars who were still arrogant just now rushed one by one, the generals of the Ming army, who were still worried about the defeat of the attack, laughed one after another.

Zu Dale laughed even more, pointed to the front and shouted: "Dog Tartar, now that you know the power of your grandfather's artillery, you continue to be arrogant to show your grandfather." ”

Zu Dashou stroked his beard with his hands, and his eyes flashed with brilliance.

He's not stupid, at least he's sharper than many people. Through these years of understanding, coupled with the battles he has experienced these days, Zu Dashou is keenly aware that it will not be long before firearms will soon replace the status of cold weapons and become the darling of the battlefield.

Compared with cold weapons, firearms have too many advantages.

In the era of cold weapons, it took at least three or even five years to train a good archer, but how long did it take to train a qualified firecracker?

He was amazed by the answer, three months, only three months, and even a farmer who had never received training could skillfully use firearms to kill warriors who had been practicing martial arts for more than ten years.

Whoever can have more and more sophisticated firearms and well-trained soldiers will be able to become the king on the battlefield, and unfortunately, at present, all this excellent firearms are from Yang Feng's hands, and what this means Zu Dashou is too clear.

"After this battle, the ancestral family has to reposition itself, and it is also necessary to strictly urge the eldest uncle, and he can no longer oppose Yang Feng, otherwise once Yang Feng is hated, I am afraid that the ancestral family will have a catastrophe." Zu Dashou thought to himself.