"Little ones, it's time for a decisive battle with the Pseudo-Ming! The time has come to avenge Mao Shuai! Geng Zhongming rode in front of his troops and began to lecture.

Geng Zhongming's subordinates are partly from Phi Dao and partly from Dengzhou, and he certainly knows how to arouse the fighting spirit of this group.

In fact, for so many years, Geng Zhongming has always circled the hearts of his subordinates on the grounds of revenge for Mao Shuai, and made them die for him and the Qing Dynasty.

Of course, the Qing Dynasty's willingness to give silver and titles is also a major reason, after all, the siege of the city is the most serious casualties and the most cruel, you are not willing to give a reward, who will give you your life.

"Do you see the city ahead? The first credit for taking this city is ours, and His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty will definitely not hesitate to reward it!

If you break this city, all the finances and beauties in the city are yours! Geng Zhongming shouted loudly.

"Kill, kill!" The soldiers conquered by desire roared loudly, these Han people from the Ming Dynasty had been completely lost and turned into madmen dominated by money and power.

"Rush forward!" Geng Zhongming raised his sword and gave the order to charge.

Groups of soldiers carrying ladders ran towards the city walls in several squares, and the siege battles that had lasted for 2,000 years were staged here as usual.

The crossbowmen also quickly reached the walls under the cover of the shield men.

Boom - Boom -

The four fur machines at the head of the city spewed out fury, and two shells hit directly in the middle of a queue, and one of the soldiers at the head was cut off by an iron ball, and the soldiers behind were the neck, and then the chest.

The solid iron ball was like an indestructible fist, instantly plowing a bloody path of more than ten meters in Geng Zhongming's army.

Blood sprayed on the faces of the other thieves, only to provoke their madness, and they did not even look at the corpses of their companions, and if they wanted to survive, they had to be faster and more ruthless.

"Crossbowmen ready!" Qiantun City North City Wall, Yan Yingyuan shouted.

The defenders on the city walls bent their bows and arrows, and waited for the battle, everyone knew that the city was broken or dead, and the city was still alive.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Woo - Woo - Woo –

More than 1,000 crossbowmen and 1,000 arrow feathers in Beicheng instantly covered the area of dozens of meters under the city wall, and Geng Zhongming, who had just run to the city wall, ate a bunch of arrow feathers head-on, and one hundred and ten soldiers who were shot at the key point fell.

The second wave of arrows followed, but with the lesson just now, the shield soldiers under the city had already protected the vital point, and the effect was obviously much worse.

In a matter of moments, the ladder was set up on the city wall, and Geng Zhongming's crossbowmen began to scatter towards the city, but the soldiers on the city wall were condescendingly close to the wall, and most of the arrows were shot into the air.

Only a few soldiers who tried to pry over the ladder with a long log were hit by the arrow, but there was no way to do it, and the crossbowmen under the city mainly provided long-range suppression, assisting the infantry to ascend the city.

And Yan Yingyuan definitely couldn't watch the enemy army climb the ladder safely, in addition to the bow and crossbow, he also picked up hundreds of old-fashioned three-eyed firearms from Huang Degong.

Although this thing is older than his grandfather's grandfather, its quality is better than the arquebus currently issued by the Ministry of Industry.

In fact, at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the border soldiers had basically given up using the arquebuses made by the Ministry of Industry, because the musket technology in the past hundred years at the end of the Ming Dynasty not only did not progress, but deteriorated.

Due to the lack of unified standards for corrupt officials and craftsmen, the arquebuses produced in the later period had little power and a high rate of explosion, and more people were killed by frequent explosions than the enemy, which was not as safe as broadswords and spears.

But the three-eyed firearm is different, the barrel of this thing is an iron hammer, a thick batch, there is no problem of exploding the chamber at all, and it can also be fired in three bursts, shooting scattered bullets, and shooting a large piece.

Bang - Bang Bang -

Hundreds of three-eyed guns like iron hammers fired at Geng Zhongming's army, which was only a few meters away, and the scattered shrapnel sprayed everywhere instantly made the city wail.

Geng Zhongming didn't expect that the defenders would have such a big (old) killing (ancient) weapon (Dong), isn't this thing only used by the Ning cavalry?

There is a kind of person in this world who is born with a certain ability to surpass ordinary people, and in defending the city, Yan Yingyuan is like this.

The three-eyed fire gun was invented by the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Chongba, who would have thought that nearly three hundred years later, his descendants were still using this thing to fight against the Tartars.

The Three-Eyed Gun only attacked in two rounds, and the soldiers on the front wall retreated a little overwhelmed.

Geng Zhongming, who was supervising the war, was in a hurry at that time, and several princes in the rear were watching!

This special thing was beaten back before he even touched the city wall, and he was about to be thrown to his grandmother's house.

He commanded the Warlords to cut down dozens of the fastest soldiers in a row before stopping the decline.

"Attack Lao Tzu! The three-eyed antique can only be fired three times, you eggless things!

Those who retreat will be killed! Geng Zhongming said angrily.

These retreating soldiers were even more afraid of the Manchu cavalry in the rear than Geng Zhongming, who looked like a monkey in front of them, and they were only panicked by the three-eyed guns.

They don't dare to run, even if they run with their legs thrown around, can they still be faster than the hundreds of thousands of troops behind them?

After regrouping, Geng Zhongming's troops pressed up the city wall again.

Rows of soldiers raised their shields, groped their way under the walls, pulled up the corpses on the ladders, and began to climb the walls again.

Bang bang - bang another volley, and there was a wail under the city again.

However, most of the surviving soldiers were very happy, because the three-eyed gun could only be fired three times, and if they wanted to reuse it, even a skilled firecracker would have to tinker for a long time.

"Release the Thunder Stone!" Yan Yingyuan was also counting the number of shots of the three-eyed gun, and when the three projectiles ran out, Yan Yingyuan immediately yelled.

The resentment in his heart towards the Han soldiers under the city even exceeded the endless Manchu and Mongolian soldiers in the rear, the Manchu and Mongolian soldiers were aliens, and there was nothing to say about the two sides fighting.

But what about these Han troops?

Why take refuge in these filthy and vulgar barbarians who treat human life as a mustard?

Not only that, but it also served as the vanguard and stepping stone of Jiannu, consuming the precious arrows and ammunition of Qiantun City.

The soldier who had fired the three-eyed gun just now threw away the hammer in his hand, picked up the stones in the city tunnel, and threw them down.

Under the command of Yan Yingyuan and Chen Mingyu, the soldiers on the city wall lost their panic at the beginning and defended in an orderly manner.

Arrows, rolling stones, and giant trees rained down on the enemy troops under the city, and the speed of their frequency, high efficiency, and accuracy of strikes made Geng Zhongming, who was watching the battle from behind, feel bleeding.

That's his old book, without these soldiers, don't say that the King of Jingnan on his head is a question of whether he can live or not.

Boom –

Boom - Boom -

The only four furlong machines on the city wall were finally filled with gunpowder projectiles under the busy work of dozens of veterans of the Shenji battalion.

The four Furlong machines were launched almost in unison, plowing out four blood gullies in the center of Geng Zhongming's dead support.

The four shells were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and Geng Zhongming's department collapsed.

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