Full of anticipation, Yang Feng finally waited for his reinforcements. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But......

It's not just reinforcements.

Well, the Qing army that went south from Jinzhou to counterattack Ningyuan also came, and it arrived a little earlier than Li Yutian and others.

It's really just a little bit.

"What a fateful five minutes!"

Yang Feng stood in the northwest corner of Ningyuan City and sighed.

At the same time, he looked at the two thousand Qing cavalry swept outside the city like a torrent with a melancholy gaze, and in front of the latter, that is, on the south bank of the Ningyuan River, a large number of Ming infantry were preparing in formation, looking at their panicked appearance, Yang Feng could basically be sure that the reason why these guys hadn't turned around and fled was only because of the rain yesterday, and the water level of the Ningyuan River had risen a little, and it seemed that it could provide a little psychological comfort.

"Your Majesty, the Tartars are ready to attack the city!"

Vice General Chen said nervously.

It's not just these two thousand Qing troops who came, at this time outside Weiyuan Gate, there was another Qing army also in formation, the core of a thousand yellow flag Manchurian cavalry, in front of them was pushing eight red-clothed cannons in front of them Wuzhen Chaoha, and on both sides of these cannons, there were at least three thousand full-time cannon fodder Eight Banner Han Army was preparing for the siege, most of them were shields and willow leaf scimitars, carrying flying ladders in line and preparing to charge, obviously they didn't take this person in Ningyuan City seriously, I don't even bother to make slightly more complicated instruments such as ladders.

"You take two teams of people to Yongning Gate!"

Yang Feng said.

"In addition, urge Tang Yu to march with the banner!"

Then he added.

"Your Honor!"

Vice General Chen hurriedly said.

At this time, the situation is delicate, the two thousand Qing troops who went around the Yongning Gate are obviously to contain the infantry on the south bank, although it is unlikely to attack the city, but they must also be vigilant against their raids on the Yongning Gate, fortunately, the cavalry has no flying ladders and other things, at most they can only rush to the front and throw hooks to climb, so they can only be divided into two hundred people to keep on guard, Yang Feng has reorganized the remaining eight hundred people, and directly divided into eight teams, each team of one hundred people is led by a captain, and the remaining six teams are led by Yang Feng to meet the Qing army outside Weiyuan Gate.

This is obviously a shortage of manpower.

Of course, if the Ming infantry on the south bank dared to cross the river, there would be no problem.

But the garbage didn't move.

Tens of thousands of troops were frightened by the two thousand Qing troops to protect themselves with shields, muskets and spears on the south bank, seeing that there was only one river left and a maximum distance of one mile on the north bank, they didn't dare to go forward, Yang Feng now wanted to use his mace to stab Tang Yu and Li Yutian's **** These two bastards are simply waste, of course, this problem will be talked about later, we have to solve the trouble in front of us first, just when Vice General Chen ran towards Yongning Gate with two teams of soldiers, Yang Feng sneered and looked at the opposite side.

Then he stretched out his hand.

The soldier next to him handed him the ignition rod with a look of adoration.

Yang Feng lay on a cannon, his visual image was uploaded instantly, Xiao Qian immediately calculated the distance angle, and at the same time, according to the ballistic characteristics of the cannon obtained from the previous test firing, he calculated the attitude of the cannon and then he made manual fine-tuning, and immediately put the arquebus into the ignition hole after finally locking on to the target. Suddenly, with a deafening loud sound, more than a dozen pounds of shells flew out with a slight parabola, like a divine help in the middle of a moving Qing cannon, killing a soldier at the same time, the wooden gun carriage was directly smashed into pieces, and the heavy barrel fell to the ground at once.

There was cheering on the city walls.

Yang Feng carried the ignition rod and walked straight to the other cannon.

And the soldiers behind him cleaned the chamber of the cannon as fast as they could and reloaded the ammunition, and just as they were finishing the job, the second cannon on the city wall let out a roar, still accurately outside the direct aiming range, shattering another cannon mount of the Qing army, and then the third one opened fire, but this time it did not hit as before, only killed a few Qing soldiers who were pushing the cannon.

Of course, Xiaoqian's calculation is fine.

She could even calculate the direction of the wind, the speed and humidity, but she couldn't guarantee the error that would inevitably occur if the shell did not fit into the chamber.

So Yang Feng may still miss.

But this is enough, when Yang Feng carried the ignition rod and walked leisurely on the city wall for three rounds, the eight cannons that the Qing army had worked hard to drag from Jinzhou outside the city were all scrapped, although only the gun carriage was destroyed and could still be repaired, but it was not something that could be solved today.

Moreover, the morale of the Qing army was severely damaged.

In fact, it is different from the general impression, at this time the Qing army siege is largely dependent on artillery, last year Zilharang went south to successfully capture the avant-garde and the middle and rear of the post, the most important one is that he carried a red-clothed cannon, and even after Dolgon also specially rewarded the cannon casting craftsman Ding Qiming, and these eight red-coated cannons are also an important reliance of the Qing army's trip, but before a cannon was fired, they were all scrapped.

What's more, they were all destroyed at a distance where they couldn't fight back, which was very embarrassing.

Well, their cannons actually have a good range.

It's a pity that their gunners don't know what ballistics is, and they don't have a full-time ballistic computer plus data support from a variety of sensors such as rangefinders and crosswinds......

In other words, Yang Feng and Xiaoqian are actually a modern fire control system, not to mention firing at fixed gun positions on the city wall, that is, let Yang Feng carry the red-clothed cannon on his shoulders like in a certain drama, and then ride a horse and fire while running, which can almost be hit.

It's called science.

But Shulhaqi's second son, the second son of Amin, one of the four great beylers, is inlaid with yellow flags and solid mountains, and Zhenguo Gong Ai Duli does not understand science, he only knows that this time I am afraid that it will be a little troublesome.

But fortunately, he still has cannon fodder!

Just when the Ming army on the city wall was cheering for His Majesty the Emperor, the main supporter of this Haoge, the guy who was about to be chopped up by Dolgon in history, also waved his hand expressionlessly, and then the war drums sounded and the flag waved, and the cannon fodder of the Eight Banners Han Army, who had long been accustomed to it, carried the flying ladder, and under the surveillance of those Manchurian uncles behind them, they began to attack Ningyuan City with a shout, and the masters of the Eight Banners also quickly stepped forward to prepare to shoot arrows on their horses to provide cover for them.

"Bring me my bow and arrows!"

On the city wall, Yang Fengyi stretched out his hand and said.

Now those cannons are used by soldiers, and condescending shelling infantry groups does not require precise aiming, but he needs a bow and arrow with a high rate of fire to play his role.

A soldier immediately stepped forward with a giant bow, this thing is different from the horn bow commonly used by the Ming and Qing armies, it is a single bow, but the bow is too big, especially the grip is so thick that it can only be said to be able to hold it with the hand, the length is more than a person high, the bowstring is as thick as the fingers, and the overall look looks like a thickened British longbow......

Well, this was actually removed from a bed crossbow.

Immediately after Yang Feng, an assistant beside him handed over the same special arrow, which was also a transformation of the arrow of the bed crossbow, just like a trumpet spear, in the cheers of the soldiers, Yang Feng steadily pulled out the giant bow, and then aimed at a Qing army officer who was commanding the cannon fodder of the Han army, and suddenly he let go of his hand, and the arrow flew out with the sound of the bowstring, and it was almost two hundred meters away in an instant with fierce power, and at the moment when the Qing army officer looked up in amazement, the small axe-like arrow cluster smashed into his chest.

At this time, no armor is used.

Not to mention the chain mail and cotton armor, even if it is replaced with a full-body plate armor, it is also like a piece of paper, and the sharp arrow more than one and a half meters long instantly penetrated his body, taking him back several steps backwards, and then he fell on his back like a piece of wood.

The cannon fodder of the Han army was stunned.

At the same time, Yang Feng's second arrow flew out, and then the second Qing officer was nailed to the ground.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth......

In less than a minute, he was like an elven prince on the wall of the Holy Helmet Valley, and he shot ten arrows with his giant bow one after another, each arrow killed a Qing army officer, the terrifying giant feather arrow was like ten flags, stuck in ten corpses, and the red tail feathers danced in the wind like a flag, and he held the giant bow, standing on the wall of Weiyuan Gate like a god, looking at Adori under the banner of Shuai in the distance with a proud gaze, and then drew the bow again.

This time it's a hanging shot.

The sharp arrow with red tail feathers, under the impetus of the huge force that originally needed a winch to pull away, flew obliquely into the sky under the gaze of countless eyes, and almost at the same time a sharp whistle also sounded, which was a whistle specially installed on the arrow, this strange sound shook everyone's hearts like the roar of a fierce beast, and the Qing army cannon fodder who was about to run to the moat on the battlefield subconsciously all raised their heads and looked at the red track in the sky with fearful eyes.

Fearing being named by the cannons, he had retreated two miles away, using a monocular to observe Adori on the city wall, and his heart skipped a beat.

But he didn't move.

He didn't believe the arrow could fly to him.

He kept telling himself in his heart that this was impossible, this was impossible, but when the whistle of the arrow reached his ears, he still almost subconsciously flicked his horse's head, but at the same time, among the Qing cavalry in front of him, a Niu Lu suddenly fell off his horse, and a spear-like feather arrow was inserted in his chest.

Adori wiped a cold sweat.

"That's not a thousand steps!"

On the city wall, Yang Feng said tastelessly.

"Your Majesty, it takes a few bows to work together, we have a bow, and it is already the limit to be able to shoot four hundred steps, of course, if there is no divine power of Your Majesty, such a bow is definitely not something that can be pulled away by manpower."

The officer next to him said with a smile on his face.

"It's not going to work, it's still too soft, I want to be harder, preferably a hard bow that shoots a thousand paces."

Yang Feng said.

"Your Majesty, this really can't be done, the horn bow must be made of horns, so it must not be that big, the wooden bow needs to be thickened, but if it is thicker, it will not be able to hold it."

The officer said with a sad face.

"Alas, when will I have a bow worthy of me!"

Yang Feng continued to pretend.

At the same time, he took the feathered arrows from the hands of the soldiers next to him and shot them unceremoniously at the next target.