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Then countless pieces burst out.

The fragments of the cannonballs, the fragments of the city bricks, and the fragments of the rammed earth flew out like a spray of scattered bullets, and even the city wall trembled slightly, and at the same time, there was a huge scar in the middle of the city wall not far from the Ying'en Gate, and almost at the moment when this scar appeared, the force of the impact shook the rammed earth above, and a city wall more than ten meters wide collapsed like a landslide mountain, and fell down together with a dozen screaming Qing soldiers above, and disappeared into the dust in a blink of an eye.

The Ming army was silent.

Everyone stared at the wall in amazement, at the extra sores that seemed to have been gnawed by some monster.

"It's still not powerful!"

Then I heard His Majesty the Emperor say with some dissatisfaction.

"Poof!"

Cao Youyi almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"Reload!"

Then he swallowed and shouted.

The large group of soldiers in front of the mighty and invincible general's cannon also quickly sobered up and hurriedly began to reload their cannons.

Soon the second shell was loaded.

"Fire!"

Cao Zongbing roared.

The second cannonball suddenly flew out with a terrifying whistling sound, accurately hitting the wound created by the previous cannonball, and then I saw that the city wall was like tofu that had been stabbed by chopsticks, and among the countless fragments that flew backwards, there was a huge gap, which was obviously directly pierced, after all, the first cannonball had actually cut off nearly half of the thickness of the top of the city wall, and broke through the strongest brick-clad shell, and this cannonball did the rest of the work, but it was not enough, This is not enough to be a breakthrough.

"Go on!"

Cao Youyi shouted.

At the same time, more than 50 cannons on both sides of this huge cannon were lined up, and they also roared towards the city walls on both sides of the gap, and more than a dozen pounds of cannonballs continued to shatter the brick female wall at a speed of no more than two minutes, and harvested the lives of the Qing soldiers on the city wall with the same cannonball-like gravel. And the giant cannon with slow, firm, and unstoppable momentum, at a speed of three minutes, constantly smashed a granite cannonball weighing nearly 400 catties at the gap, constantly expanding the width of the gap and reducing the height of the city wall.

Yang Feng stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the rapidly crumbling Guangning city wall with a deep gaze.

The gap soon turned into a passage more than twenty meters wide.

"Your Majesty, it's okay!"

Mr. Cao said in a low voice on the side.

At the same time, on the other side of Yang Feng, with a series of neighing of war horses, his giant chariot slowly stopped, but this chariot has changed, there is a huge steel enclosure on the car, two steel plates one and a half meters high and three meters long are horizontal at the front of the car at an acute angle, and the outward side is densely covered with half-foot-long spikes, which looks quite ferocious.

Yang Feng casually pulled out the giant Mo knife that was slanted in front of him, then jumped into the carriage, stood behind the fence, pointed forward with the Mo knife in his hand and shouted: "Warriors of the Ming Dynasty, advance, follow me, fight for me, fight for your emperor!" ”

A tsunami-like roar immediately sounded behind him.

At the sound of this roar, a drummer in heavy armor began to beat the war drums on the carriage, and the carriage slowly started to move to the sound of thunderous drums.

Yang Feng, who was dressed in a red dragon robe, carried a domineering Mo knife, standing behind the enclosure, behind him was a frantically beating war drum, twelve dragon flags hunting in the wind, and on both sides of him, a full 30,000 Ming troops carrying various siege equipment lined up. Under the banner of Rulin, a famous general sat on a horse with a weapon in hand, and a soldier in full armor walked with a trembling step for the earth, striking the shield with a goose feather knife, and with a fanatical and resolute expression, the emperor who followed them kept roaring forward, like a torrent across the snowy earth.

Behind them, all the cannons spewed flames wildly, and the whistling of cannonballs kept cutting over his head, creating one scar after another on the walls of Quang Ninh ahead.

Then the counterattack of the Qing army began.

The huge arrows of the bed crossbow whistled and flew out helplessly on the steel fence, and the bullets of the large guns also whistled, but the lead projectiles could only make dents in the five-millimeter-thick steel plate, and as for the feathered arrows falling from the sky, it was like a helpless sigh.

His Majesty the Emperor, who was wearing a stainless steel helmet on his head, looked through the bulletproof glass of the mask and looked at the desperate Eight Banners warriors on the city wall with proud eyes.

"Kill!"

He pointed at his long knife and roared.

Immediately after that, the carriage under his feet began to run at full speed, and at the same time, all the Ming troops on both sides of him also began to run at full speed, more than two hundred meters of snow rushed through in a blink of an eye, and Yang Feng suddenly inserted the Mo knife under his feet on the galloping carriage, and then grabbed the steel pipe on both sides of the arm at the same time, and lifted the entire steel fence at once, just as the carriage stopped by the moat, he carried this monster weighing thousands of pounds, and rushed directly down the carriage, rushing headlong into the moat covered with snow and thin ice.

The half-dried river could no longer stop him, and in the blink of an eye he had rushed to the breach.

Like a steel monster covered in spikes, he rushed down the collapsed dirt slope, and then headed straight to the right of the city wall, and behind him was a dense brocade guard, and under the protection of this special shield, this special team reached the city wall in the blink of an eye.

Because of the previous intensive shelling, the Qing army was forced into the distance, and both sides of this gap were the main targets of the shelling, which had been completely emptied under the impact of hundreds of shells, including several shells at this time, dozens of meters away, and had just begun to rush towards them as the shelling stopped. However, the shells stopped, waiting for them was the dense bullets of the Ming army, and the brocade-clothed guards behind Yang Feng were all replaced with swinging guns, hundreds of flintlock pistols loaded with bayonets, with the help of the protection of His Majesty's giant shield, they kept shooting forward in turn, and those human bullets were quickly detonated dozens of meters away, and then turned into a ball of flames.

And Yang Feng doesn't care about anything else.

Carrying a huge shield, he roared and continued to move forward along the city wall, two steel plates connected at sharp angles formed a tight shield on the narrow city wall, and then relied on his brute force like a giant axe to continuously hit, and the Qing soldiers who dodged the bullets of the Jinyi guard waved their knives and guns forward, but then they were pushed aside by the shield with spikes and pushed down the city wall. And behind this shield, hundreds of brocade guards followed His Majesty the Emperor with Dangkou Guns in their hands, and kept shooting forward with dense bullets, in fact, there were almost no Qing troops who could get close to the shields, and they had no way to dodge on the narrow city walls, and the bullets of Dangkou Guns almost missed, and as the shield moved forward, dense corpses continued to pile up and spread forward.

At this time, countless Ming troops had poured into Guangning City from that gap, and the recalcitrant Qing troops in the city were constantly buried in the torrent they formed.

Yang Feng still kept running forward.

He and the musketeers behind him were like a huge broomstick, and the Qing army was swept away from the city wall wherever they passed, and soon appeared on the inner city wall with a dense mass of dead corpses.

Guangning City was expanded to the south from the old Xianzhou City of the Jin Kingdom, the old southern city wall became the inner city wall, and the city gate became the drum tower, which is also the significance of Yang Feng's move, he must seize the drum tower from the city wall, in order to ensure that the Ming army entering from the Ying'en Gate continues to move forward, otherwise this drum tower that controls the center of the street in the city will become the number one threat to the Ming army.

And Tunqi also retreated here.

The condescending Qing army began to shoot continuously downward from the drum tower, and sharp arrows and bullets kept falling in the middle of the Jinyi guard.

"Cannon!"

Yang Feng didn't rush hard, but yelled behind him.

Behind him, at the Ying'en Gate that had just been opened, a group of soldiers were dragging a mortar along the road upward, and soon rushed up the city wall, braving the bullets and sharp arrows of the Qing army on the opposite side, and quickly erected it on the city wall.

"Go on!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

But at this moment, in the originally only broken drum tower, a flaming monster suddenly expanded, accompanied by a loud sound like the sky cracking down, and the entire drum tower instantly turned into countless fragments and rose into the sky.

"Ma, I still want to yin Laozi!"

Yang Feng looked at this spectacular scene and said speechlessly.

Obviously, Tun Qi piled up a large amount of gunpowder in the drum tower, waiting for Yang Feng to detonate and die after he entered it, if his goal was achieved, then Yang Feng could really only become a ghost wandering in the sky of Daming. But it's a pity that this guy's poisonous plan to dig out his mind finally lost to Providence, and a flowering shell of a mortar cannon made his efforts come to naught, and then made this drum tower, which originally stood in history more than 300 years later, become the grave of him and hundreds of Qing soldiers.

"It's getting less and less of a problem!"

Yang Feng looked at the mortar cannon that continued to spew flames and said.

Not only this, but more mortars are also being dragged up the city wall by the Ming soldiers, and then condescendingly bombarded the recalcitrant Qing army in the city with flowering shells and even scattered bombs. And the flintlock pistols in the hands of the brocade guards behind him also completely replaced his previous charge, and the dense bullets killed far more Qing troops than him, and even the Ming army in the street battles in the city was constantly killing the stubborn Qing soldiers with those xiang banana water burning shao bottles, and everywhere you could see those Qing soldiers covered in flames wailing and rolling on the ground.

In the final analysis, with the continuous improvement of the scientific and technological level of the Ming army, the force of 10,000 enemies has begun to be reduced to a supporting role on the battlefield.

He doesn't need to smash the city wall, the efficiency of the Shenwei Invincible General Cannon is higher than him, he doesn't need to throw a powder bag, the small mortar cannon plus the flower shell is also more efficient than him, he doesn't need to carry two iron Laos to fight, the flintlock gun kills much faster than him, and he can still be somewhat useful in the field now, but after the new army is trained, it is estimated that he is useless in the field.

Of course, that's a good thing.