"Fire!"

On the position of the Ming army in Tianmen Mountain, Lin Dong raised his knife and shouted. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Behind a simple breastwork, 1,600 soldiers pulled the trigger at the same time, and the dense bullets instantly hit the Shun army attacking below, and then the Shun army fell a piece, but the rest did not flinch, still waving the weapons in their hands and surging forward, only twenty seconds later, the second round of shooting of the Ming army began to sound continuously, and the attacking Shun army fell again in pieces, and the rest in the roar of a heavily armored general, still constantly attacking the simple breastwork above.

Behind the defense line of this breastwork, four small cannons and four cupola cannons on the artillery position on the top of the hill were constantly spraying flames outward, and the whistling shells passed over everyone's heads and fell on a group of soldiers in the rear of the Shun army who were pushing the cannons forward with difficulty.

The remaining artillery was still pushing the 3,000-pound cannon with difficulty, slowly advancing on the soft and muddy ground.

Their goal is still far away.

Their target is on the Yangtze River behind Tianmen Mountain, on the brown cable across the Yangtze River, a modified boat, under the driving of the boatman, carefully in front of the brown cable gradually brought together, the boat quickly dropped the anchor, the boat is one zhang wide, made of multi-layer bamboo rows, the bridge plate with the interface reserved at both ends is quickly lapped, and then tied with ropes, a simple pontoon bridge bridge across the Yangtze River is gradually formed, and once the pontoon bridge is completed, the whole two cavalry brigades and two infantry brigades on the west bank plus half a town of the Ming army, will continue to cross the Yangtze River natural risk.

And here is the only land passage for Li Zicheng's retreat to Guanzhong upstream.

He couldn't go.

Li Zicheng, who got this bad news, did not hesitate to send the elite of the Shun army led by Hao Shaoqi to storm Tianmen Mountain, which can be said to be crucial, and at the same time, the naval division warships led by Gao Yi also went upstream, attacking the pontoon bridge from the Yangtze River, it can be said that the most fierce and only real bloody battle in the entire battle of Yang Feng going south was on the east bank of the Yangtze River, which was actually only the size of a Nimitz-class aircraft carrier.

Lin Dong calmly looked ahead, then raised his swinging gun, aimed at the general of the Shun army, who had already reached less than twenty zhang away, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the latter instantly.

The latter, with a mace in both hands, shook it vigorously.

The heavy armor on his body could not stop the bullets of the Dangkou Gun, the bullet wrapped in deerskin with a diameter of 18 millimeters, after the best ratio of granular propellant was shot out of the chamber, the kinetic energy had far exceeded the resistance of the old-fashioned armor, even the heavy cavalry of the Ming army could not resist the cuirasse, but because it was not in a fatal place, this brave general of the Shun army just shook for a moment, and then roared and continued to run upwards with a mace, and behind him countless Shun soldiers who were also wearing heavy armor were also running wildly.

This is their way home.

If you want to return to your hometown in Guanzhong, you must open this point.

"Bomb dropping!"

Lin Dong, who had reloaded his ammunition, shouted.

The soldiers of the Ming army behind the breastwork quickly stopped shooting, picked up the defensive grenade that had been prepared long ago from under their feet, unscrewed the back cover and pulled out the fuse, pulled out the match sealed in wax, rubbed the wax seal and rubbed it on the bullet case, and got to the fuse as fast as possible. At the same time as the fire ignited, they looked at the Shun army on the opposite side, which was already less than ten zhang close, and quickly threw the grenade together, and the fire of the explosion exploded in the middle of the latter, and the shrapnel and the steel balls filled inside were scattered under the force of the explosion, and the Shun army in the front was blown down almost in a blink of an eye.

But the general was not killed, but he was blown over by a grenade, and then he got up and staggered forward with his mace.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the breastwork.

At the moment when he raised his mace and swept at the Ming army behind the chest wall, Lin Dong stabbed forward with the swing of the mace in his hand, and the sharp triangular pyramid immediately sank into his ribs, and the general who was actually running out of oil roared like a beast, carrying the mace with one hand, and grabbed Lin Dong's swing with the other hand. But unfortunately, at the same time, the bayonet of another Ming soldier next to him stabbed out, and the triangular pyramid stabbed directly into his chest, and the moment the two bayonets were pulled out, he finally fell weakly under the chest wall, but looking at the more and more soldiers rushing up behind him, he still showed a relieved smile.

Then he closed his eyes.

He didn't know that just a few seconds later, on the top of the hill behind the Ming army, the muzzles of the four four-and-a-half-pound guns were pressed down at the same time, and in the fire sprayed from the muzzles, dense scattered bullets swept across his soldiers.

"Keep attacking!"

Hao Shaoqi, who was in the rear of the Shun army, looked at this scene and said expressionlessly.

They have no other choice now, King Chuang was so bewitched by those rotten people that he missed the best opportunity to retreat, if he left immediately, he could basically retreat with his whole body, but now if he wants to withdraw to Guanzhong, he can only fight bloodily. As long as this hill is opened and the pontoon bridge being built is destroyed, they will have enough time to calmly withdraw from Nanjing, in fact, the retreat has begun at this time, and as long as they can withdraw to the upper reaches of the Yangtze River to the north to Nanyang, and take the Wuguan Pass to withdraw to Guanzhong, then the Dashun Dynasty will at least have a vast world in the northwest, but if they can't pass, as long as the whole army is wiped out in the south of the Yangtze River.

Under his orders, those Shun troops who were fighting to return home continued to attack Tianmen Mountain without stopping.

"I hate to kill all those rotten people sooner!"

Looking at the soldiers who kept falling in the Ming artillery fire, he said hatefully.

This is not those cannon fodder.

These are all the elites of the old battalion, all of them are the most loyal subordinates who followed King Chuang from the pass, this is the real foundation of King Chuang, and dying is a loss, but now for the fate of the entire group, it can only be released. After the fall of Yangzhou, Nanjing had actually begun to collapse, and all those miscellaneous people were in chaos, the generals fled and the soldiers looted, and even the so-called virtuous ministers of the Donglin Party began to run away, except for these cronies, no one fought for the king.

Even Qian Qianyi didn't know where to go.

They understood better than anyone that in the event of the fall of Yangzhou, all defenses of Nanking were ultimately only a futile struggle.

These loyal guys actually know best when to run away.

"I hate to kill all those rotten people sooner!"

Fifty miles behind him, on another sandbar in the north of Quarry Rock, on a warship on the river north of Xiaohuangzhou, Gao Yigong, another important general of the Shun army, was also scolding with hatred.

"Attack with the herald!"

Then he said.

This uncle of the Great Shun Dynasty, the commander of the loyal battalion in history, and the leader of the Shun army and the Southern Ming Dynasty to unite against the Qing Dynasty, at this time the mission is to open a way for his brother-in-law to survive.

In front of him is the river that is divided into two strands by the small Yellow Continent, the sandbar about ten miles long lies in the middle, the width of the left and right rivers is not more than two miles, in fact, the narrowest point is only one mile, and at this time there are two more artillery positions on the small Yellow Continent, each position has nine cannons, pointing to the left and right channels, and on the west bank of the Yangtze River, there is also an artillery position, where there are six cannons pointing to the channel west of the small Yellow Continent, a total of twenty-four cannons lock the Yangtze River.

On the warship where Gao Yigong was, the flag bearer immediately waved the flag.

There were hundreds of warships of different sizes on his left and right, divided into two groups stretching on the mighty Yangtze River, moving slowly forward against the current, and the dozen or so large warships in the front also had broadside guns, but the number was not very large, and the largest one only had no more than ten cannons. After seeing the flag on the handsome ship, the two fleets set sail forward almost at the same time, and then they will force their way into this passage that can be called a forbidden area of death, no matter how much they can rush through in the end, even if only one percent rushes through this channel, they will be able to attack the Ming army's pontoon bridge from the water.

Gao Yigong silently looked ahead.

It can be said that the survival of Dashun is in this move.

"What's going on?"

Suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked at his sides, the flagships of the two fleets were passing by on either side of him, but the problem was that they should have split into the two lanes on either side, but now they were squeezing towards the middle, that is, towards their own ships.

Gao Yigong, who has always been known for his shrewdness in the Shun army, instantly understood what would happen next.

He smiled wryly and looked to the right.

A general on the ship on the right was looking at him with a mocking smile.

He looked to his left again.

There was also a general on the battleship on the left who was also looking at him with a blank face.

Gao Yigong spat fiercely at the deck.

Almost at the same time, the two battleships on his left and right in front of the Ming army's commander-in-chief Zhang Yipeng and Zhang Shiyi waved their hands downward, and the cannons beside them suddenly spewed flames, and the cannonballs flew over a distance of less than twenty zhang in an instant, accurately hitting the waterline of the high-level ship, easily smashing the wooden planks that were not too thick, and creating a series of wounds at the waterline, and the river water immediately poured into these wounds, and then the two battleships passed forward, and on the other two battleships behind, a total of ten cannons also aimed at the same position in a very short time to complete the salvo.

At this time, the ship of Gao Yigong had already begun to sink.

He stood motionless on the deck, looking at the far northwest, looking at his hometown in Guanzhong, which he could no longer go back to, and soon with the rapid sinking of the ship, the river began to flood his body, but at this time, two sailors who also fell into the water grabbed him one left and one right.

"Stay on the west bank and offer prisoners to the king!"

Zhang Shiyi looked at Gao Yigong, who was caught by two soldiers in the water, and said with a complicated feeling.

"I hope the emperor can still remember some old feelings!"

He sighed and muttered to himself.