The Qing army had been brewing for many days, and all the means were used, and the most powerful wave was beaten back, and in the dark night, piles of broken corpses were piled up on the ground, and fragments and blood were covered in a layer on the collapsed wall.

Sun Chuanting was still loyal to his duty and endured, he first ordered the people who were not seriously injured and could still move to gather together, pick up the wounded on the battlefield, carry the corpses out of the wall, and then take out sacks from the back warehouse to make up for the wall that had been pierced by the return cannon as much as possible.

The coal, which was originally used as fuel for transporting trains, escaped again, and more than a dozen huge fires were lit to shine on the construction site, and everything was tossed in an orderly manner.

There, the five big guys are still standing there majestically, but each of them is emitting a puff of black smoke upwards, more than half an hour, but they haven't ventured in, the one on the edge is still snorting like the old man's asthma, more than fifty gunners and ants are climbing up and down around this thing with a wrench, or the same heroic uniform, the whip hanging next to the riding boots, a crooked little brain melon wearing a boat-shaped hat, a small hand pinching his slender chin, Sun Chun staring at these big things with a sad face.

"Sun ......, Sun Guerrilla, what are these ......?"

"The humble position is also used for the first time, these generals say that it is called Katyusha, which is specially subordinate to the Liaodong Governor's Mansion and developed by the Staff Headquarters College of the Dongjiang Academy in Baima Mountain City.

It's been a long time since she had women's clothes, and Sun Chun obviously lifted her hat a little awkwardly, but before Sun Chuanting could speak, the female officer still competently continued to finish the question in one breath.

"Only one of these five Katyusha can be used, as long as the firing pin is replaced, it can continue to fire, the gears in the remaining four are misplaced, and one of them exploded, and the runner belt was burned off, these machines are too complicated, not that we artillerymen who have only repaired Dongjiang artillery mounts can fix it!"

After all, the technology is not mature, a machine gun in later generations can be carried by at most two people and left, three or four horses of this thing, five or six people carry it, and it takes time to start a small steam engine, and it does not last long, it will be broken in just three or five minutes, it is okay to use in today's specific scene, if it is on the field battlefield, I am afraid that before it is put down, the cavalry on the opposite side can be killed, which is even more useless than when the staff under the command of Churchill just developed the tank.

"Only one works!"

Don't look at the Qing army fleeing today, it was frightened by the slaughter of thousands of people in an instant by these five big killers, morale suddenly collapsed, and in terms of losses, in fact, there were not as many people as burned by the fire a few days ago, the three huge holes in the warehouse wall, today's war has destroyed a lot, and the Qing army, which has eased up, may have to continue to attack, and it has to be a vicious battle, and I can't count on this Katyusha, Sun Chuanting couldn't help but be slightly disappointed.

But in addition to the disappointment, he still has a sense of relief in his heart, this thing is too terrifying! If it can really be equipped on a large scale like artillery, what is the use of these soldiers?

"Unload all the cannons at the head of the city tonight and reload them all! Plug the gap with artillery, wait for the Tartar cavalry to rush up, first crush them with heavy artillery, and then continue to fight with infantry. ”

"These things will retreat to the crossing, Sun Guerrilla, you still bring people to guard here, prepare more coals, grass, and put a dozen guns in the back, once the Tartars come up, even if they can't be fired, they will scare them!"

This is really called a fox and a fake tiger, seeing Sun Chuanting's air punch in high spirits, even Sun Chun was a little crying and laughing, and he hugged his fists helplessly and bowed.

"Obedience!"

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Because the artillery lost too much, this artillery is idle, and the hard work of carrying the heavy artillery falls on them, and the barrel is removed from the gun rack, and more than 20 people have used up the strength to eat milk, so they dragged the cannon to the cargo trailer and was dragged down by the horses.

After a while, they had to be transported down and installed, and the tired and sweaty artillerymen were numb in their scalps one by one.

The only good thing is that the head of their usual loud voice is particularly eye-catching.

"Look at what!"

Being stared at by his own soldiers was extremely uncomfortable, with a tiger face, Sun Chun was annoyed and pinched his waist, don't look at her becoming a beautiful man today, Yu Weike is still there on weekdays, and he was scared that the old man saluted sadly.

"I didn't look at you, the head ......, the small ......, the small one is looking outside the city, it seems that there is something abnormal!"

"If you don't have anything, you're dead!"

actually opened her eyes and said nonsense, the woman's temper is notoriously weird, and she put aside a cruel sentence, Sun Chun also turned back towards the north of the city, and beside the artillery commander, a few rabbit cubs were smiling, and the old and rough artillery commander was sad and trembling, and his face was like a mourning exam.

However, when she turned her head and looked at her twice, Sun Chun's face suddenly became grim, and then she suddenly untied the telescope hanging on the belt around her waist and looked at the north sharply.

The Mongols' camp is still here, after all, there are still more than 100,000 old and weak women, behind their camp, on the horizon, more than a dozen beating bright lights enter the bright pupils behind Sun Chun's lens, little by little like fireflies, and more and more.

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The Dongjiang army was holding a canned food box, and was busy eating two bites while working, while the Qing army at the other end was in no mood to eat from top to bottom, and the retreating Eight Banners armor soldiers no longer had the sharpness before the daytime attack, and their faces were frightened, whispering something to each other from time to time, and the big tent of the Chinese army in the middle was even more solemn to the extreme.

Suddenly aged as if he was a teenager, tilting his head and leaning on his hand to support the already emaciated and skinny face, Huang Taiji was snuggled in the dragon chair deputy in decline, this tired and weak posture was the first time he was exposed to the ministers under the command of the Qing State.

Dolgon is in an extremely complicated mood when he sees this scene, in the past, his brother was too strong and too shrewd! Jurchen is a child's keeper, since he learned from Amin that Huang Taiji forced their mother concubine Abahai to death and seized the throne passed to him by the old Khan, Dolgon has such a mustard in his heart, and he always treats his brother with hatred, wishing that he would die early, so as to take back what previously belonged to the three brothers.

But now, looking at Huang Taiji's exhausted appearance, Dolgon's heart is like fifteen buckets of water, the Great Qing Kingdom is now in turmoil, without his strong brother, can he support it?

It was not only Dolgon who had a complicated mind, but even the other Qing army ministers were silent, and the entire Chinese army was as silent as a grave.

At this moment, a slightly excited voice sounded in the tent.

"Master! Found it! Found it!"

Ning Wan me, who ran forward and after running like a dog's legs, was about sixty or seventy years old, with a wrinkled face, dressed like a pheasant, and the old shaman followed in, and the Jurchen grassland all believed in shamanism, even in front of Huang Taiji, the old god stick did not kneel, but Huang Taiji, who was resting and napping, suddenly sat up straight again.

"Old shaman, can divination have results?"

"Back to the emperor, just now the great god of Changbai Mountain responded to the old decay! Those Dongjiang demons sacrificed thousands of boys and girls, invited the five sons of the old black dragon king in Heilongjiang, and locked people in the iron cabinet on the battlefield to burn the blood sacrifice, and made a demon method to spew out dragon flames, which repelled the army, the old man has written a thousand talismans, and tomorrow let the soldiers stick in the armor, and then smear the black dog blood on the face, put a thousand roosters in front of the battle, spray the chicken blood on several evil weapons, and the demon law will be broken!"

This is worthy of the Qing Dynasty, and the Boxer Rebellion methods more than 200 years later were taken out in advance, but the words of this old god stick were really uplifting, and in the entire tent, a group of military generals and ministers who were full of people all looked up.

No way! This is too terrifying, in just two or three minutes, the thousands of people who rushed in died cleanly, and they didn't even see clearly when they crawled back with a roll, and the big guy could only be attributed to the demon law! Now that there are masters who have cracked the demon law, everyone is relieved.

Even Huang Taiji showed his face slightly, squeezed out a smile and stood up with a smile and bowed his head slightly.

"So good! Sakhalian, you send someone to tell everyone that the old wizard already has the means to break the thief's evil spell, Yue Tuo, you go and send the talisman down, and then go to the Mongolian camp, go to find those roosters and black dogs to come back, and prepare to break the thief!"

"Slaves obey!"

The two ministers went down on an errand with a smile on their faces, sent the old wizard away, and asked Ning Wan and me to follow some Han ministers to work, and after they were left in the tent, the descendants of the Jueluo family, Huang Taiji's face was gloomy again.

These things are also fooling the people's solid eyes, everyone knows that farts are useless, but now, they can only use this set to boost morale.

Looking at this hand-drawn cowhide map, a group of descendants of the Jueluo family once again frowned, this battle is not easy to fight!

Now is not the time for intrigue, whoever has any trick has to come up with, otherwise everyone will be finished together, but just when the big guy looked at me around the map, Yue Tuo, who had just gone to the Mongolian camp to find the black dog, returned in a hurry, his face was full of fear, and in the stunned look of everyone, he whispered in the ear of Huang Taiji.

With a click, his eyes straightened, and Huang Taiji sat on the ground with his ass......

(End of chapter)