Nanjing Daxing Palace.

"Kill, kill one is enough, kill two to earn one, all show the majesty of our ancestors when they entered the customs, and let these dog minions see the true colors of our Eight Banners athletes!"

Jiang Ning Weaving Wen Feng howled madly.

At this moment, this is the Yellow Flag Han Army, Jiangning Weaving, who was born in a family of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, is holding a Suzhou brown bass lying on the palace wall of the palace, and hundreds of internal affairs flag people on both sides of him are also lying on the palace wall, and there are even many women inside, all of them are Suzhou brown basses, relying on the solid palace wall, constantly shooting bullets outward, and in the middle of them, the whistling of bullets is also constantly crossing, and from time to time there are eight banner athletes screaming and falling down.

Outside the palace walls, a large number of regimental training foreign spear teams wrapped in large headbands were relying on the opposite houses and street corner walls to shoot at them.

There are even large numbers of ordinary people.

The Emperor has decreed that all the property of the rebels in the city will be rewarded to the people in the city and the besieging armies.

With this will, the people in the city will definitely not continue to sit idly by, and this Daxing Palace and the Jiangning Weaving Mansion, which are already together, are undoubtedly the biggest piece of fat, and tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians are besieging this famous palace.

It's not just here.

Such street fighting scenes can be seen everywhere in the whole city of Nanjing, the smoke of cannonballs fills the sky in the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the blood flows in the Qinhuai River, and the gunshots are like the sound of firecrackers during the New Year filling the whole city, from Xuanwu Gate to Zhengyang Gate, from Lion Rock to the garrison city, more than 20,000 men and women of the Eight Banners with the belief of death, and the regimental training green battalion and even ordinary people who poured into the city, launched a cruel street battle, both sides of the city are familiar with the city, and many of them are used to killing madly in the streets and alleys that many of them have been accustomed to since childhood. Their blood is flowing in this officially established capital of the Ming Dynasty, or rather, re-washing the city.

What is lost with blood must also be regained with blood!

This is the oracle of the Emperor of God.

"Cannon!"

Suddenly, there was a scream of horror.

Wen Feng, who was taking over his youngest son's loaded rifle, subconsciously raised his head, and a cannon on the opposite street was slowly pushed out.

"Fire!"

He also screamed.

Not far from him, behind a firing port that had just been pulled out, an old-fashioned mountain-splitting cannon let out a roar, and the cannonballs flew out and hit the opposite side, causing those regimental exercises to splash flesh and blood, but the latter still pushed the cannon forward, and just after the second shell was fired from this mountain-splitting cannon, the imitation British twelve-pounder field gun also stopped only eighty feet away, and then spewed flames against the palace wall. The next moment, Wen Feng felt that the palace wall under him shook fiercely, and at the same time, the cannonball penetrated the wall, spraying with broken bricks like a scatterball, and several artillerymen behind the mountain splitting cannon were smashed by these bricks, and in just half a minute, the field cannon on the opposite side fired a second cannonball, which was also accurately hit on the palace wall not far from the first cannonball, and with this cannonball penetrating the palace wall, a section of the palace wall more than a zhang wide collapsed.

"Kill!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

……

Countless shouts rang out.

Wen Feng, whose leg was injured by the rubble, struggled to get up from the dust, looking at his son who was crushed under the wall, and before he could fully come to his senses, a soldier wearing a blue regimental training number rushed in through the gap that had just been blasted out by the shell with a rifle with a bayonet.

Wen Feng suddenly roared and pulled out his waist knife......

But the bayonet was pierced in his chest.

He raised his knife and made a strange sound in his mouth.

Then the soldier drew his bayonet violently, and Wen Feng fell to his son's side at once, and before he could close his eyes, the bayonet stained with his own blood plunged into the chest of his son, who was not yet dead.

"Kill, kill all the Tartars!"

In his last consciousness, there was an exuberant roar.

And at the same time as he swallowed his breath, outside the Jiangning Eight Banners garrison city, or the gate of the original Ming Emperor, more than a dozen British twelve-pounder field guns lined up, and the whistling shells continued to bombard the south gate of the garrison city. But because the gunners were old and weak who never touched this, most of the shells missed, and the regiments trained by the British outside the city were very accurate, and although they were a mile away, the shells basically hit the city gate, which was actually rotten a long time ago, but the stones and dirt piled up behind it were still blocking the shells.

"Fire, kill these dog minions!"

This year, too, there was a howl of Dezhubu.

Not far from him, a fleeing prefect of the banner put the arquebus in his hand into the cannon ignition hole in front of him......

Suddenly, there was a loud sound like the sky and the earth cracking.

The cannon instantly turned into an exploding flame, and it was obvious that there was too much propellant in it, or maybe it was overwhelmed by the continuous firing, and the prefect and the cannon were torn apart in the firelight, and the broken pig iron smashed the blood and flesh on the city wall, and even the two nearby cannons were tragically affected, a fragment of pig iron roared and hit Dezhubu, and the broken bricks beat his grandson and daughter-in-law into a scream, and some soldiers screamed in panic.

"What are you panicking about, sooner or later you will die!"

Dezhubu stood there and shouted fiercely.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang at his feet.

Countless pieces of rubble and dirt spewed out of the city behind him......

The gates of the castle, which represents the symbol of Tatar Qing's rule in Jiangnan, have finally been opened.

"Kill, don't leave chickens and dogs!"

Qian Baochen, the original governor and governor of Jiangxi in Taqing, shouted murderously.

The thousands of regimental training and green battalions that had been on standby for a long time beside him were surging forward, and the men and women of the Eight Banners on the city wall opened fire chaotically, and the bullets kept the attackers falling but could not stop them at all, and in the blink of an eye, the former Tatar Qing Jiujiang Town General Soldier at the front rushed into the city gate. A group of female soldiers of the Eight Banners stepped forward with bayonets in the smoke of gunpowder, and saw the chief soldier who was famous for running away on the battlefield, rushing into them with knives, shouting and slashing fiercely, with blood splashing and cutting down four rebels in a blink of an eye, and those regimental exercises behind him also stepped forward with bayonets, and the two sides started a bloody battle in the city gate cave, and soon they stepped on a dead corpse to enter the defense city.

And at the same time, the Eight Banners warriors defending in the city ......

Uh, brave woman.

There are even children!

They also poured out with all kinds of weapons, and they also lay on the wall to shoot, or shoot arrows with their ancestral treasure bows, although they can't pull this thing away, but they can shoot arrows if they pull it a little away, after all, the opponent is only a few feet away, and the five-meter treasure bow that the Eight Banners athletes are used to at this time is more like a fish in water, and they can fully play their usual training level.

"Tartar, don't give the head yet!"

Qian Baochen shouted at Dezhubu on the city wall.

The latter did not hesitate to ignite the cannon.

Along with the flames of the cannons, countless lead bullets sprayed at Qian Baochen, and at the same time, those field guns also roared, and a cannonball hit Dezhubu's side, and after the rebound of the city bricks, it instantly broke him in half.

Watching his half-dead body fall, Governor Qian sighed with embarrassment, and then looked at the blood on his arm with joy.

"Master, you're hurt!"

The old servant next to him exclaimed.

"Idiot, this is our Qian family's life-saving talisman!"

Qian Baochen scolded in a low voice.

"Kill, kill all the Tartars, and give me back a bright future!"

Immediately afterwards, Governor Qian ignored the blood flowing from his arm, held the knife in his left hand, and shouted to the soldiers and civilians who were pouring into the defense city.

……

"God Emperor!"

On the Qi Jiguang in Pukou, Xu Hui said in a low voice.

The Divine Emperor was silent.

The Divine Emperor is practicing!

It is said that the skill of the God Emperor is becoming more and more sophisticated, and at this moment, between his hands, there is a cloud of mist that does not disperse, and it has formed a milky white ball that looks like a substance, and the color between this ball is constantly changing, and it looks extremely mysterious, making the female attendants beside him hold their breath one by one.

Xu Hui also watched this scene with adoring eyes, of course he wouldn't know what was in the ball in the God Emperor's hand......

Well, the God Emperor doesn't know either.

He's working on microbes! He wants to artificially create some useful microorganisms under the guidance of Xiao Qian, so that he can go to those places that need to be dealt with in the future to play the plague god, but unfortunately he is not strong enough, although his soul energy can already touch the cell structure, and even easily change the cell combination, and can barely accelerate the division of cells, but it is still a little powerless to play deeper.

"Alas!"

The God Emperor let out a long sigh.

Then the mist in his hand suddenly disappeared.

"What?"

He then stood up and said.

"God Emperor, Zeng Guo Fan sent an envoy over."

Xu Hui said.

After the settlement of the two rivers, the next one will definitely be Hubei's turn, at this time Jingzhou garrison Eight Banners have all been withdrawn to Sichuan, the real power of Hubei is in the hands of the new governor of Huguang, Zeng Shaved his head, he and Hubei Governor Hu Linyi retired to Xiangyang, and the group training organized by the Henan gentry provided them with support, but it was obvious that Zeng Shaved his head also knew that he could not last a few days.

"No, he will surrender if he wants, and if he doesn't want to surrender, he will wait for death in Xiangyang, he is not qualified to negotiate conditions."

Yang Feng said with a sneer.

At this time, Zeng Shaved was really not qualified to negotiate conditions with him, but he was not interested in attacking Hubei in the short term, Liangjiang still needs to be digested, although all parts of Liangjiang have surrendered, but only nominally, most places are still not stationed in the Ming army, and the mountainous areas south of Xuancheng and northern Anhui have not even surrendered. In order to ensure the next land reform, the First Army Corps of Luo Gang must quickly complete the real control of all parts of the Liangjiang River, and there is no need to be too hasty in the attack on Hubei. In fact, at this time, Hanyang and Jingzhou have already been captured by the Ming army, or it can also be said that they were abandoned by the Qing army, the current Ming and Qing border lines are on the Jingmen to Anlu line, Zeng Guofan controls at best a small half of Hubei, and the Ming army in the Hubei battlefield at this time The main attack direction is Dabie Mountain, Xiang Rong ran to Guangzhou with part of the Qing army, and continued to be loyal to the Qing Dynasty.

In addition, Yang Feng had to give Daoguang some time.

The latter is not so easy to solve the northwest, if the Ming army quickly approaches the Qinling line, then Daoguang will definitely have to transfer troops back, which is not conducive to the war in the northwest.

Yang Feng next needs to keep northern Hubei, Henan and the southwest of Zhili, and of course, Sichuan as a buffer zone, to give Daoguang enough security, so that Daoguang can be kind enough to clean up those guys in the northwest, and his next focus is not only on the land reform of the two rivers, but also to take Shandong, Yunnan and Guizhou. At this time, Li Kaifang's department had begun to enter Yunnan, but the progress was slow because it involved land reform in the mountainous areas, and several brigades in Fujian that were familiar with mountain operations were just transferred to the Yunnan battlefield, and then his main direction of attack was Yunnan and Guizhou, and when he attacked Sichuan, he happened to go all the way to the Three Gorges, all the way to the Shizhou stone pillar route when he went to find Grandma Qin, and then went north out of Yunnan.

At this time, the Three Gorges had reached the same importance as the Cuihan Road for Daoguang, including the Eight Banners of Jingzhou and the headquarters of the Chengdu General, plus the regimental training organized by the Sichuan gentry, all of which were concentrated on the front line of the Three Gorges.

Sichuan is the only one that can provide food to Daoguang.

At this time, whether it was Zeng Guofan or the gentry in the area of Henan Zhili, they no longer paid money and grain to the imperial court, they had to rely on these money and grain to organize the army to resist the Ming Dynasty, these places were basically autonomous in addition to the Qing Dynasty signboard, and those officials appointed by Daoguang were basically a coordinating role, and the real decision was the local eunuchs and celebrities, and the government had to ask them to hold a meeting to make a decision on anything.

Daoguang really has the final say, that is, only Guanzhong, Shanxi, Sichuan, including Yunnan, he said that he doesn't count, but the vast majority of these places are not self-sufficient in grain, and Sichuan is the only one that can provide food.

Although the shipping was a little more difficult.

But relying on the Jialing River shipping and plank road, Sichuan's grain can barely support him.

This is also the main reason why Daoguang must go all out to solve the northwest, firstly, to clean up these troublemakers can stabilize the rear, and secondly, Sichuan is also facing the Ming army, if Yang Feng really wants to rob, he can't stop it 100%, if Sichuan doesn't protect Guanzhong, there is not much drama, he has to continue to run, and the best choice is Gansu and even run all the way to Dihua, but before that, he must first clean up those who are not welcome him.

And this is Yang Feng's favorite.

Daoguang is responsible for cleaning it up, and basically the one with the strongest combat power is almost cleaned up.

Then wait for him to clean it up again.

To deal with these people, you have to learn from Spain back then, simply set up the Inquisition, and wash it over and over again until it is clean and there is no residue left, so that as long as you ensure that future generations do not make stupid mistakes, you basically don't have to worry about the problems of these guys. So when Daoguang is doing this work, he has to try not to interfere, he doesn't care that the Qing army is honed into an elite because of this, and no matter how much he hones, he can't carry his army, not to mention him, even if he leaves, relying on faith to cohesion, relying on the most advanced industrial system of this era, and the navy that can be called hegemony in the East, Daming will still complete the follow-up work.

The crushing gap in strength has really formed.

A Qing dynasty that is purely agricultural and animal husbandry cannot compete with a Ming dynasty that is rising like the rising sun and striding into the era of industrialization.