Nanjing, Yaofangmen.

"I was watching the scenery from the castle tower, and I heard the chaos outside the city......"

Shang Kui, the leader of the Han army with a blue flag, sat on the Taishi chair in the city tower with a purple clay pot, humming while beating the beat.

This was the forefront of the Qing army.

But here is not a real line of defense, but an outpost, the real line of defense in Qixia, with Shibu Bridge, Qixia Fort, Qixia Mountain Heavy Battery together to form a fortress area, in Qixia Mountain erected eight 6,000 jin cannons, Shibu Bridge 3,000 cavalry for the outside line support, Qixia Fort 5,000 defenders and a full 50 guns of various tonnage, 500 guns and 3,000 bird guns as the main defense, stuck out of the main road to the east of Nanjing, and behind Qixia Fort there are 10,000 Qing troops in Dongyang City as backup, Tangshanzhai has another 10,000 infantry, There is also a naval division camp on the flank Jiangxinzhou, and 5,000 naval divisions can land on the flank at any time to join the battlefield.

It's a well-established defense system, and Sangyu is just at the forefront of this system.

"Master, take a?"

Beside him, he handed him the cigarette gun diligently.

"Take a puff, take a puff!"

Shang Kui put down the teapot and took the cigarette gun as he spoke.

Now the generals of the Eight Banners are generally popular with this, after all, in the face of that demon, they need something to be able to numb themselves.

"Look, sir!"

Just as he put the smoking gun to his mouth, an exclamation sounded in his ears.

Before he could start his fire, a cannon sound came into his ears, and he hurriedly looked south, where the gun on the hill to the south was filled with gunsmoke, and at the same time a standard-bearer stood in a conspicuous place and waved the flag desperately.

"Quick, get ready to meet the enemy!"

Sangkui suddenly stood up in a cold sweat and screamed in horror.

"Lift the beacon!"

Then he said to his own soldiers.

This means that the bandit army in the city has attacked.

Then less than half a minute later, the four cavalry who were scouting in the area of the Shogunate Mountain rushed like crazy, but before they could reach Yaofang Gate, dozens of black-clothed cavalry behind them chased up, and pulled out short guns on horseback, and after closing the distance, there was a dense burst of gunfire, and the four Qing cavalry who fled immediately fell off their horses. Shang Kui did not hesitate to order the artillery to be fired, and a total of twenty cannons of various tonnages fired almost simultaneously on the Yaofang Gate and the flank batteries, and the shells continued to fall near the black-clothed cavalry, but because the aiming technique was too bad, almost all the shells hit the front of the cavalry, and the latter quickly turned around and retreated.

"Reload!"

Shang Kui shouted.

Of course, he understood that this was also just the reconnaissance cavalry of the forward, and that the brigade behind him would soon arrive, and in fact the standard-bearers on the batteries with a wider line of sight than him on the flanks were waving their flags to tell him that the main enemy force was about to arrive.

"Mada, the day has finally arrived!"

He said with a sad face.

Suddenly, more than a dozen smoke trails rose from behind the trees in front of him like a festival salute, and he subconsciously followed the rise of the smoke trails and raised his head, not only him, but all the Qing troops on the Yaofang Gate were looking at these strange smoke trails, the latter quickly reached a high altitude and then fell rapidly, and at the same time as the fall, a faint whistling sound also came into their ears. They were stunned as they watched the dozen or so smoke trails disappear into the batteries on their flanks in a very short time, and the next moment the defenders on the batteries rushed out like frightened ducks, one by one in fright, and the next moment the flames of the explosion flooded the small battery, followed by a big explosion like the sky and the earth cracking, in which they could even see the dead bodies blown away and the broken cannons.

"These demons!"

Shang Kui said sadly.

At the same time, a frightened shout rang out from both sides of him.

At the end of their field of vision, a huge chariot drawn by eight horses appeared, on which stood a golden figure, with a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand with a golden brilliance like a god, and behind this figure, a shirtless drummer was constantly beating a huge war drum, the rumbling drum swept across the wilderness, constantly knocking on their eardrums, and behind this carriage, countless soldiers in red clothes lined up in a neat phalanx, like a wave sweeping forward.

"Hurry up and report to Haidu, that demon is coming!"

Shang Kui said tremblingly.

His own soldiers hurriedly ran down the city wall, and quickly went to Qixia Fort to report to Haining, the capital of the Han army with the blue flag.

"Brothers, the time has come to avenge your loved ones!"

Shang Kui pulled out his sword and shouted.

Then a dozen or so traces of smoke appeared in the sky again, and then they continued to fall, the most recent one even landed on the city wall less than five zhang away from Shang Kui, and he could see a spherical cannonball the size of a watermelon bounce on the city wall. A fiery red spot on the cannonball kept emitting sparks and gunsmoke, and then with the rotation of the cannonball, it looked like some kind of small flower cannon in mid-air, but after less than half a second, the thing turned into an exploding flame, Shang Kui felt a red in front of his eyes, and then a huge force hit his chest, and the next moment he felt a silence around him, and at the same time he also flew up, and then smashed on the wall behind him.

He screamed in terror, but couldn't hear anything at all.

He struggled to his feet.

Then he looked blankly at the devastation on the city wall, all of which were nightmarish scenes, broken corpses, blood flowing, wounded soldiers holding broken arms, cannons blown up on the city walls, all of which showed him the cruelty of war.

Shang Shenling, who had never been on the battlefield, vomited without hesitation.

At the same time, the demonic smoke trail appeared again, but at this time he also saw where this thing came from, in front of the enemy's formation, more than a dozen guns like Weiyuan's general cannon but one size bigger were lined up, and those enemy artillery were loading ammunition.

But Weiyuan's cannon shells won't explode!

However, Shang Kui didn't know that the shells of General Weiyuan's cannon could have been exploded, at least during the Kangxi period, but by the end of the Yongzheng Dynasty, they would not be exploded.

But he didn't have a chance to know either.

Because at the same time, eighteen twenty-pound shells loaded with black powder and aluminum powder were falling one after another, six of them hit the city wall again, and the closest one to him bounced up less than a foot away, the woodpipe fuse was naturally not as good as the bump fuse, but it also happened to form an air explosion effect, this cannonball exploded almost close to his head, and then exploded the whole Shang Shenling into a ball of flying flesh.

"Attack!"

Yang Feng in the distance roared with a wave of his sword.

The Holy Cult infantry who had been waiting behind him immediately began to charge, and at the same time all the newly erected cannons roared.

Of course, this is useless.

Because the Qing army has already begun to flee.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Yang Feng said disdainfully.

And at this time, the Qing army who went to Qixia Fort to report the news also rushed into the castle, followed by the ignition of the beacon fire, when Yang Feng's army began to pass through the Yaofang Gate, the messengers from all walks of life also rushed out of Qixia Fort, and began to gather all Qing troops, ready to fight to the death with him in front of Qixia Fort, when this castle appeared in Yang Feng's field of vision, the Qing cavalry attacking from the Shibu Bridge also appeared on his flank, these three thousand cavalry are all Eight Banners Manchuria.

"Immortal Venerable, the disciple is willing to break it for Immortal Venerable!"

Xu Hui, commander of the Second Cavalry Brigade, said.

He is the commander of the green battalion who surrendered, originally from the cavalry, and he can't wait to make a contribution in front of the Immortal Venerable.

"Wait a minute, you're not here to do this!"

Yang Feng said.

"Order the 2nd Infantry Brigade to meet the enemy!"

Then he said.

"Array!"

Watching the flag of the Chinese army waving, Fang Nan, the commander of the Second Infantry Brigade, pulled out his sword and shouted.

His four infantry battalions were immediately arrayed, because there were cavalry behind them, and there was no need to play any hollow phalanx, and there was no need to even leave reserves, and the three thousand two hundred soldiers of the four infantry battalions were lined up in three horizontal columns, and their battalion belonged to four and a half pounds of artillery sandwiched between the line columns, and behind the line was the brigade heavy artillery, but there were more mortar artillery battalions. At the same time as their formation was completed, the cavalry of the Qing army also arrived, and it was obvious that the Qing generals who led the team also wanted to make a meritorious service, after all, the Holy Sect army was infantry, no shield carts, and infantry without spears were like a joke in front of the cavalry.

"Fire!"

Fang Nan, a former weaver from the weaving house, said indifferently.

Eighteen heavy field guns and eighteen mortar cannons beside him roared at the same time, and the whistling shells instantly hit the Qing cavalry, and the fire of the explosion and the blood mist from the solid bullets immediately appeared in the Qing cavalry, and then the Eight Banners Manchurian warriors who had swept the world on their ancestors became headless flies, Yang Feng could see that someone was turning around and running away in panic without a telescope, and even someone who was scared to fall off his horse more than ten meters away from the explosion point, even if he didn't run or fell off his horse, they all began to slow down and hesitate......

"Abatai, Aobai, this is your descendant!"

Yang Feng sighed.

Obviously, Abatai and Aobai, who had fought with him on the battlefield and injured him, would vomit blood when they saw this scene, this is their Eight Banners Manchurian warriors! And the cannons of the Holy Sect Army are still roaring, solid bullets and flowering shells are still falling in the cavalry of the Qing army, only after the third round of shells fell, the cavalry of the Qing army has already herded sheep, just like on the battlefield of Bali Bridge more than half a century later in the original history.

The officers and men of the Second Infantry Brigade, who were preparing for a bloody battle, looked at each other blankly.

"It's your turn!"

Yang Feng said to Xu Hui.

"Yes!"

Xu Hui saluted and said.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out the upright Zhanghachi spear from the holster behind his back, and lifted the hollow wooden pole spear with a length of nearly six meters into the air.

"Brothers, kill the demons!"

He roared excitedly.

Three thousand cavalrymen took off their spears.