"Fire!"

Yang Feng roared on the Weiyuan Gate, and the sky collapsed in an instant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of him, the ten cannons retreated fiercely, and ten dozen shells shot out at high speed with a piercing whistling in the flames sprayed from the muzzles, and in the blink of an eye, a group of Qing troops three miles away were torn apart, turned into stumps and broken arms and flew into the sky, and of course the cannon in the middle of them was also torn apart......

Their last cannon.

All the forty cannons that Dorgon had brought with him were useless.

They can't play artillery shooting with Yang Feng at all, the cannons on both sides can be said to be basically the same, they are all developed from the eighteen-pounder naval guns of the Europeans, even if there are differences, there is no qualitative difference, but the gunners of the Qing army three miles away can't accurately hit any target, they don't know how to measure the range, they don't know how to calculate the trajectory, they don't know how to calculate the impact of crosswinds on the error of shells, but their opponents ......

Their opponents don't understand either.

But they know the supercomputer that they uploaded to them.

The latter even generated a model of each cannon chamber and each shell.

The dispersion area after different shells were fired with different artillery guns was accurately calculated, and then Yang Feng concentrated ten cannons in a salvo to solve this problem, and the final result was that he could easily destroy a cannon with each round of shelling, and the Qing army brought a total of forty cannons, for him it was nothing more than forty rounds of salvos, all the Qing artillery artillery was destroyed under his tactics The artillery mount, what is the use of a cannon without a gun mount? Even if it can be repaired, it will have to be dragged back to the base in Jinzhou.

"Holy Might!"

At the moment when the last cannon was destroyed, the Ming army on the city wall let out a feverish cheer.

Yang Feng raised his hand proudly.

At this moment, he suddenly turned to one side, and then an arrow shot from a bed crossbow appeared in his hand, and he immediately turned his head to glare angrily at the Qing army behind a bed crossbow in the distance, and at the same time, the Ming soldiers who were also enraged loaded their ammunition as fast as they could, and ten cannons were pushed forward immediately afterward.

Before Yang Feng could take aim, the Qing troops around the bed crossbow were frightened and scattered.

On the city wall, the Ming army instantly burst into laughter.

Yang Feng smiled and aimed the cannon at a rushing cart that was pushing forward, so that he would not waste the cannonball on a worthless target such as a bed crossbow, and the Furlong machine on the city wall was solved.

At this time, behind the wall of the Qing army's shield cart, the rushing cart covered with wooden planks and cowhide moved forward slowly, like a giant monster in the game.

But alas......

"Fire!"

Yang Feng said.

The ten cannons roared again, none of the ten shells missed the target, all of them hit the rushing car, the wood and cowhide were garbage in front of the high-speed cannonballs, the whole rushing car was blown to pieces, and the Qing soldiers hiding inside were scattered from the smashed rushing car like cockroaches that had been trampled to death.

The morale of the Qing army was gloomy, but the flag on the first mountain has not changed, the war drums behind them are still beating, they can only push a cloud ladder, carry a flying ladder under the protection of the shield cart and shield, slowly advance towards the moat, behind them is the cannon fodder carrying the wood and pushing the cart, these people's task is to fill the moat.

Without artillery, the offensive is troublesome.

It was no longer possible for them to concentrate their artillery on a section of the city wall as they had done in the past.

Now they have to hit it with their lives.

Behind them, the archers and bird gunners who were responsible for suppressing kept firing, and the bullets and feathered arrows flew densely towards the city walls, and behind the strong arrow stacks on the city walls, the Ming army's archers and bird gunners were also constantly firing, but it was clear that they were much more calm than the Qing army, without the threat of the cannons on the opposite side, and those brick arrow stacks full of Qing army heads, so that they were immune to most attacks.

The attacking Qing army had no real trustworthy protection, and their fallen corpses soon covered the wilderness outside Ningyuan City.

Yang Feng was still commanding his cannons.

He kept destroying all the Qing army's large siege weapons, rushing cars, ladders, and even morale-boosting war drums, all of which were high-value targets that were reduced to pieces in a volley of ten cannons.

He was like a protective umbrella, holding up a safe enough sky for the Ming army at the head of Ningyuan City, so that they could continue to kill the Qing army with their own weapons under this sky, and in other directions of Ningyuan, this scene was also staged, Dolgon's army was all gathered, and the 80,000 Qing army launched an attack directly from all sides at the same time with a overwhelming momentum.

Weiyuan Gate is only the main attacking surface.

The other Chunhe Gate, Yongning Gate and even Yanhui Gate to the south were all under attack, and they wanted to use the most powerful force to break through the castle that had blocked them for twenty years in one fell swoop.

"Here I am, Dolgon, come and die!"

Yang Feng stood on the Weiyuan Gate, carrying his giant bow and roaring arrogantly.

"Come and die, Dolgon!"

The Ming soldiers on both sides of him also roared in unison.

In this tsunami-like roar, Yang Feng jumped into a modified side van, just like a military general in the Spring and Autumn Period, standing on this horse-drawn chariot, taking the arrow handed by the brocade guard beside him and pulling the giant bow, at the same time, the war horse that pulled the cart took a slow step. At the moment when this chariot was moving, the bowstring in Yang Feng's hand was released, and the giant arrow roared out, sweeping the sky with red tail feathers, and in the blink of an eye, a Qing army general who was commanding the battle was nailed to the ground more than a hundred meters away.

"Kill the Tartars, I am with you!"

On the galloping chariot, Yang Feng used his giant bow to constantly name the Qing army officers outside the city, while constantly shouting to the Ming soldiers he passed.

Wearing three layers of armor and covering the oversized dragon robe outside, he was like a banner, constantly moving on the city wall of Ningyuan, and in his movement, the one-and-a-half-meter-long sharp arrows continued to shoot out, almost every arrow killed a Qing army officer, so that when he saw his figure move, the Qing army that was charging subconsciously stopped, and quickly protected himself with a shield, and the officer rushed into the densest place of soldiers at the fastest speed. But this was of little use, the bow and arrow that was supposed to be used on the bed crossbow were not blocked by a shield at all, and in most cases they were shot through with a human shield.

The morale of the Qing army fell to the valley.

And the morale of the Ming army almost exploded, in the emperor's shout, the arrows and bullets in their hands continued to shoot, and those cannons and furlong machines were also loaded with scattered bullets, constantly bombarding the Qing infantry at close range, and the dead bodies of the Qing army outside the city continued to pile up, and even began to stop in some places.

After all, those Qing troops are not machines.

The Eight Banners are brave, but it doesn't mean that they are not afraid of death, they have no cannons, they don't rush cars, and even the ladder is about to be blown away, they can only use the most rudimentary weapons to attack a castle that they haven't conquered in 20 years. And there is also a monster-level fierce general on the castle, as well as countless morale-boosting soldiers and cannons in their hands, which is completely wasting their lives, in Yang Feng's galloping around the city, more and more Qing troops slowed down, and even some generals began to retreat.

Yang Feng's giant bow is a killer officer.

In just a few battles, the officers of the Qing army at the Niu Lu level let him shoot a full twenty-one, five Jiala, and added Yild and Li Sizhong, two third-class Meler Zhangjing, if you count Adori, who was not killed by him but was indirectly killed by him, the generals alone will soon make up a whole flag. Five Niulu has one Jiala, twenty-one Niulu is four Duojiala, and five Jiala is a whole flag, which is just matched with a solid mountain that leads the flag affairs of Aidoli, plus two Mele Zhangjing on the left and right, there is still a lack of four Niulu, or it is a complete flag.

Now the generals of the Qing army were shocked when they saw Yang Feng.

But Dorgon was still urging the attack.

Those Qing army generals looked at Yang Feng, who could be said to be showing off his might in Ningyuan City, and then looked at the banner on the first mountain that represented the continuation of the attack, and gritted their teeth one by one, grinding forward, fortunately, there were many of them, after leaving countless dead bodies, the main attack of the Weiyuan Gate front, the Qing army finally reached the moat, and then they divided to both sides, and the cannon fodder pushing the cart and carrying the wood behind them began to rush forward like crazy, ready to fill the moat that was already very deep.

At the same time, the firepower on the city wall was even denser, especially those cannons and furlong machines, which were directly swept away with scattered bullets at such a distance.

Those cannon fodder, who were actually slaves, were caught in the cannon fire on the city wall, and in the drive of the Qing army behind, they fell one by one like slaughtered livestock, and many people even filled the dead bodies into the moat, anyway, their task was to fill in the passage, and using the dead corpses to fill in the task was also considered to have completed the task.

Fortunately, these cannon fodder were still very useful, thousands of dead bodies and the civil wood they carried were filled into the moat, and a barely passable attack surface was finally filled, and then those heavily armored Qing infantry did not hesitate to brave the Ming artillery fire to rush to the city wall, and at the same time as those cannon fodder, at the same time, there was finally a flying ladder on the city wall, and the Qing soldiers with shields and lancets began to climb up.

The Ming army on the city wall unceremoniously smashed down with stones and wolf fangs, knocked down those flying ladders with wooden poles, and even smashed lime bottles down, and even more ruthlessly poured down with boiling dung soup, and it was also a large dung soup with poison.

In the desperate struggle between the two sides, the dead bodies under the city walls were piled higher and higher, and at the same time, more moat sections were filled with cannon fodder, and the Qing army's attack surface became wider and wider. This belt of terrifying corpses continued to extend to both sides under the city wall, they were like a flood pouring into the mouth of the embankment, pouring into the passage filled with dead corpses, constantly hitting the city wall of Ningyuan, and constantly expanding the width of the passage, under the crowding of the soldiers behind, the Qing army in front even stepped on the corpses that were getting higher and higher under their feet, gradually narrowing the distance from the top of the city wall.