Yang Feng, who played big chess, didn't know that Zilharang had seen through his sinister intentions......

Well, what a big game he has!

He is not Chongzhen, he is nothing more than a skin, this world is not his, how can he throw out or not, everyone in the world covets Beijing with hungry wolf-like eyes, but only he doesn't care who the city belongs to, if he is Chongzhen, then the dignity of the emperor, the orthodoxy of the world, to prevent the country from falling apart and so on, he will definitely take the recovery of Beijing as the first ......

But he's not!

He has all those thoughts!

For him, killing Tartars is the first thing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As long as he doesn't prevent him from killing Tartars, how many people in this world are kings, and how many people are dominating him! When he finishes killing the Tartars, he will push it if he has the ability, and if he doesn't have the ability to push, who has the ability to count whom, anyway, as long as it is not for our Qing Dynasty to live for another five hundred years. In other words, even if there are five dynasties and ten kingdoms, as long as he cleans up the northern grasslands, the world will still be unified by the Han people after all. Or are those Dutch, who can't even occupy Taiwan, capable of this? At this time, it is still far from the time when the European powers can threaten China. As for the number of dead people, there will not be more slaughter than the Tartars, on the contrary, such troubled times will also promote the development of science and technology, so that the martial spirit will return, and will not be enslaved and proud to be a slave.

It is precisely because of this that Yang Feng completely ignored the chaos inside the pass, and devoted himself to scolding the tartars outside the pass.

Under the watchful eye of Zierharang, in the onlookers of the various tribes in Monan, by the time the first snow fell in the winter of the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, Yang Feng almost slaughtered half of Horqin, the three banners in the front and middle of the branch, the middle banner on the right, the front banner of Guoerros, and the ten banners of the four departments of Horqin were slaughtered by him, and the adult men were all bled out, the women and children were captured, all the livestock were captured, and the camp was burned, in short, he was like a locust in transit, letting the plague of destruction rag on the grassland, and the heads of several major Horqin princes, He was also loaded into a small boat and sent to Shenyang along the Liao River, where he gave it to his sister Da Yu'er.

But only the Korqin people suffered.

He didn't touch anything else.

Whether it is the Eastern Tumut Division, which can be said to be close at hand, or the Chahar Division, which is close to the Horqin Division, or even the Alu Korqin, which does not belong to the Nen Horqin Division, and the Zalut Banner, which has been saddled in front of the horse and behind the Manchu Qing Dynasty like the Horqin Division, these Mongolian tribes have not been attacked.

Only the five banners of Nen Korqin were unlucky.

His Majesty the Emperor, who returned with a full load, also released a message, and he will continue to come next year, saying that there are still five flags to be collected!

After the news spread, there was a wail in all parts of the western part of the Songnen Plain.

In the midst of their wails, the alliance between the Mongol tribes and the Manchus began to disintegrate, after all, the premise of the alliance was to help each other, and the premise of their submission to the Manchus was that the Manchus must fulfill their duties as monarchs, rather than sit back and watch their vassals be slaughtered, not to mention that this vassal was still the closest to them, whether the Manchus were incapable or for other reasons, in short, since they did not rescue the Horqin Ministry, they were no longer eligible to accept the allegiance of the Mongol ministry.

Then the Mongol ministries will have to find new allegiances.

Of course, this is none of Yang Feng's business.

After a bumper harvest, he happily returned to Guangning, during which time he robbed countless cattle, sheep and horses on the grassland, but Li Shoufu was very happy, these cattle, sheep and horses not only increased the food supply for wintering in various places, but also solved the problem of winter clothing for those southern immigrants, and even the problem of land transportation after the freezing of Liaodong Bay was solved. Coupled with the fact that the Tan people are desperately fishing, the food reserves that are in place will basically last through this winter, and when there are fishing and southern transportation after the beginning of spring, there will be no shortage of food until the autumn crops are harvested.

Besides, it's really not enough, isn't there still an emperor!

And the Heavenly Taizu 1

The logistical problem was solved like this.

Then it was the turn of the bannermen in Quang Ninh who had been trapped for months.

After all, Quang Ninh must be taken before the severe cold comes, otherwise the 40,000 troops will freeze to death in the winter in the northeast if they live in tents in the wilderness.

Quang Ninh.

"Master, just eat some!"

One of the coats carried a rice bowl filled with some kind of dark red heart-shaped food, and carefully handed it to Tunqi.

"Master, master can't eat!"

Tunqi patted him on the shoulder with tears in his eyes and said.

"Master, if you don't eat, the slave can't eat, we don't eat enough, how can we fight with that barbarian, you don't eat the slave's daughter-in-law's spirit in the sky and can't close your eyes, she still grabbed the slave's hand when she left, and said that you must let you eat enough, even if she still has a slave after eating, you are the slave's God, she gave you all her heart, you can't live up to his filial piety!"

The coat also said with tears in his eyes.

"Good slave, you husband and wife are good slaves!"

Tun Qi said in a choked voice.

After speaking, he took the bowl and picked up the chopsticks, and resolutely poked at the red thing in the bowl.

But at this moment, suddenly a series of exclamations sounded, Tun Qi hurriedly turned his head to look outside the city, and saw the direction of the Ming army camp in the distance, a large group of people were pouring out, among these people were more than a dozen oxpers, slowly moving forward, dragging a black and heavy thing behind the cattle, Tun Qi casually took the clairvoyant mirror handed by the coat, and then looked at the thing, and then the cold sweat on his face suddenly appeared, and at the same time, the bowl also fell to the ground.

"Master, what's that?"

Bao Yi asked hurriedly.

"Cannon!"

Tun Qi swallowed hard and said.

"Quick, get ready to meet the enemy!"

He then let out a heart-rending scream at the soldiers on the city wall who were also watching.

Then he ran as fast as he could, towards the ruins of the Ying'en Gate Tower, because he didn't pay attention to his feet, his mud-stained cowhide boots were stepping on the dark red thing, and the heart was instantly trampled into mud, and a stream of unripe blood splashed out at once.

At this time, in front of the Ming army camp outside the city, the dozen or so cattle were still moving forward slowly, surrounded by countless Ming troops, and all the Ming soldiers were looking at the things they were dragging behind them, and then kept letting out exclamations.

It was a bronze beast, almost as thick as the mouth of a large water tank, more than a zhang long, and there was no decoration on its body, except for black and heavy steel hoops, like a black python wrapped around a downed bronze pillar. Below was a four-wheeled gun carriage, the wheels cast in pig iron were wide so that it would not be pressed into the dirt by the heavy tonnage, but even that left two deep ruts behind, and as the dozen or so oxen in front of them snorted heavily, the wheels turned slowly, and the two ruts gradually approached the city of Quang Ninh.

This is Yang Feng's version of the Urban Cannon.

After several months of hard work, those craftsmen in Jinzhou finally built the first one, and then Emperor Yang, who was forced to wait, went directly to Guangning to test the cannon.

It weighs seven tons.

The caliber is even more exaggerated than half a meter, and the specially equipped granite shells weigh 196 kilograms, and the firing range at the maximum charge can reach 4,000 meters, of course, in fact, the range of real effective aiming is only 1,000 meters, and no one knows what can be hit no matter how far it goes, and what can really guarantee accuracy is not even more than 600 meters at most, of course, this can be said to be enough.

"I love this!"

Yang Feng said solemnly as he stroked his divine might, the invincible general, and the cannon.

This thing was named by him as the Invincible General of Shenwei, these years the cannon likes to give a loud name, he is not exempt from vulgarity, the name of the Invincible General of Shenwei, or very in line with its identity, the original history of Kang Mazi's small artillery battle is simply defiled this name, although compared to the 680 kg shells of the Urban cannon, 196 kg is still not enough, but at this time on the battlefield of the Ming Dynasty, this is the real sense of the collapse of the country, not to mention compared with the Urban cannon that exploded after a few shots, The quality of this thing is completely heavenly.

"Your Majesty, there is a craftsman who proposed that it can be specially cast flowering shells, and he said that this thing has a short barrel, and it is better to use pig iron, make it thicker, and have less propellant, so that it can completely withstand the force when the cannon is fired without breaking, so that it can be used when shelling Shenyang, but the cost of the shell will be very high."

Cao Youyi said.

"Tell him that if you do it, you will be rewarded for your success."

Yang Feng said.

The 196-kilogram flowering bomb smashed in Shenyang, this feeling must be very sour.

While speaking, the invincible general cannon has been dragged to a mile outside Guangning City, at this time, without binoculars, the Qing army with good eyesight on the city wall can also see what this is, Guangning City near the Ying'en Gate screamed in horror, those Qing soldiers were scared stupid, this is a cannon, this is clearly a chimney. They struggled to support themselves in loneliness and despair, and 40,000 people persevered until now by eating dead bodies and living people, with a total of less than 25,000 left, and finally it was time to fight to the death with the Ming army, but a monster came.

The poor Qing soldiers looked at the huge cannon muzzle as if they saw the most terrible nightmare.

In their confusion, the Ming army quickly set up the cannon, and at the same time, the ammunition cart behind stepped forward, first loaded the silk-wrapped propellant bag, and then used the boom chain and leather pocket on the gun cart to lift a huge granite cannonball, the smooth ball carefully polished by the stonemason was pushed to the end, and the gunner behind took an awl to poke the propellant through the ignition hole, and then completed the final aim and looked at His Majesty the Emperor.

"Fire!"

Yang Feng waved his hand and said.

The gunner immediately put the arquebus of the ignition rod into the ignition hole.

With an earth-shattering loud noise, terrifying flames erupted instantly, and in the violent backseat of the heavy artillery carriage, a 196-kilogram giant cannonball suddenly flew out, carrying huge kinetic energy, and slammed into the city wall of Quang Ninh City like a meteorite outside the sky.

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