"Fire!"

Yang Feng waved the iron and roared. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, he was fully dressed in heavy armor, covered with a red dragon robe, standing on a large four-wheeled carriage drawn by eight horses, and there was even a shield made of cowhide and wooden planks on the back of the horse, behind him was a huge war drum, two drummers in heavy armor stood in front of the drum, and above his head was his special yellow crank umbrella for the emperor, and twelve dragon flags on both sides of the carriage were waving in the wind.

In front of him, twenty-four Hongyi cannons using new gun mounts were lined up.

With his roar, all the cannons roared at the same time.

In the spectacular flames sprayed from the muzzle, twenty-four solid cannonballs flew out with a roar, and instantly flew over the wilderness of five hundred meters, with the still terrifying kinetic energy, and continuously slammed into a rammed earth brick city wall, the huge impact force made the city bricks immediately turn into pieces, and even the rammed earth inside collapsed a large piece, as if the entire castle that was not too big was trembling under the bombardment of this cannonball.

This is Lianshan Castle.

This was the goal of his personal expedition.

Of course he won't go to Beijing, he still wants to watch more good performances, isn't it a very happy thing to see the ugly performances of those officials and gentry? But it is not good to let Dolgon's life be too happy, then he will be unhappy, in this case, it is better to go into their hometown to kill people and set fires, the target of his imperial expedition is Quang Ninh, where there is what he needs in the future, there is the only graphite mine in the northeast, and then he wants to smelt crucible steel without graphite.

More importantly, he can cut off the path of Fu Lin's entry.

Imagine what it would be like for him to seize Guangning, and then use it as a base, when Fulin led the princes and ministers of the Eight Banners to move the capital to Beijing, what would it be like for him to raid with the Jinyi Guards and Iron Cavalry?

"Keep going, keep banging!"

Imagining the scene of dragging Da Yu'er out and throwing it to the barracks for 10,000 horsemen, and throwing Xiao Fulin to those to destroy, His Majesty the Emperor roared again with great excitement.

Next to the twenty-four cannons, the gunners cleaned the chambers and reloaded the ammunition as quickly as possible, and soon His Majesty the Emperor personally completed the aiming, and all the cannons opened fire immediately, and the twenty-four cannonballs hit the scar on the city wall of Lianshan again, and more rammed earth was smashed by more than a dozen pounds of shells, and the scars on the city wall continued to deepen, and even began to see obvious craters, as if they had been bitten by a monster.

But that's not enough.

Twenty-four cannons continued to fire, shells kept flying out in batches, in the desperate eyes of the Qing army on the city wall, the area of the crater became larger and deeper, when the tenth round of shells hit, like a landslide mountain, a large part of the city wall directly collapsed. But this was not enough, the cannonballs continued to shoot out, and when the twentieth batch of cannonballs hit the city wall, the city wall finally collapsed helplessly, and in the flying dust, a gap nearly two feet wide appeared.

"Kill, not a single Tartar is left!"

Yang Feng roared.

At the same time, he grabbed the giant battle axe standing next to him, and waved it arrogantly above his head, the drummer behind him waved the drumstick desperately, and the drumming sound resounded throughout the battlefield, and in the drum, eight horses stepped forward at the same time, and the huge carriage slowly moved forward, and at the same time the Ming soldiers behind him let out a fanatical shout, first the cavalry, then the infantry, and 10,000 Ming soldiers followed their emperor and followed their god of war to attack.

Guarded by a thousand horsemen, with the frantically beating drums of war, with the emperor standing under the yellow crank, the galloping carriage galloped forward with an indomitable momentum, and behind it a torrent of ten thousand soldiers swept across the wilderness.

Crossbow bolts on the walls of the city suddenly flew in.

The huge arrows fired from the bed crossbow kept falling among the Ming soldiers, but they were as meaningless as throwing a few stones into a flood, and the fanatical Ming soldiers followed their emperor forward.

Then there is a dense feathered arrow.

The sharp arrows shot by the strong bow fell densely from the sky, and the Ming infantry cavalry with a shield on their heads continued to move forward, even if people kept falling on the way forward, his companions would not look at it, everyone was staring at the red figure in front of them, the red figure standing on the galloping chariot, holding a giant battle axe like a god.

And then there's the Bird Gun.

As the smoke of black powder on the city wall erupted one by one, the bullets whistled and hit the middle of the Ming army, and more and more Ming soldiers fell in the mad rush.

But at this time, the chariot carrying Yang Feng rushed to the moat, and the Qing army on the city wall shot frantically with terror, and the bullets kept hitting the shield covered with cowhide, hitting the wooden planks of the carriage, and even hitting the stainless steel armor on Yang Feng's body. With the bullets splashing on the spark, he jumped out of the carriage without hesitation, rushed directly into the ten-meter-wide moat in front of him, disappeared into the two-meter-deep river in the blink of an eye, but rushed out of the river in the blink of an eye, and rushed to the opposite bank with a body of constantly dripping river water. In the desperate gaze of the Qing army defending the city, he roared loudly, picked up the giant axe in his hand and smashed it on the gap, and the Qing army who was blocking the gap with logs flew out upside down with those logs, and then he rushed into the gap.

"Kill!"

Yang Feng roared and crashed straight into the counterattacking Qing army, like a raging monster rushing into a flock of sheep, wildly waving his giant battle axe, constantly smashing the Qing soldiers into flesh and blood, and the broken dead bodies flew out one by one.

Behind him, eight horses pulling the cart were driven into the river, and at the same time dozens of accompanying cavalry dismounted to push the chariot, the eight-meter-long four-wheeled carriage was pushed directly into the moat, a huge wooden wheel on the cart was constantly turned by two heavily armored drummers, a folding wooden bridge gradually flipped and carried the opposite bank, and then the cavalry who had been impatient for a long time swarmed through the bullets of the Qing army, and the emperor who followed them poured into the gap.

And behind them, the infantry arrived like a raging torrent.

Lianshan City is broken.

"Madamn, this dog emperor is crazy!"

Cursing indignantly, the Zhenglanqi Manchurian Mailezhangjing Bahana hurried out of the open city gate in despair, and behind him there was only a Zhenglanqi Manchurian cavalry with less than a cow.

And the remaining 1,700 defenders in this castle have been overwhelmed by the 10,000 Ming troops who are surging in, he turned around for the last time, at the end of the street facing the city gate, a terrifying red figure is killing from the recalcitrant Qing army, behind this demon is countless fragmented corpses, paving a blood-red road, on this bloody road, the beast-like Ming soldiers surged forward, frantically killing the surviving Qing army.

"Why is that?"

Bahana raised his head to the sky and howled in grief.

He was really about to collapse, he really didn't understand what the dog emperor was in his head? Why do you put the city of Beijing that is close at hand, put your own capital, and put your own picturesque country and mountains not to recover, but come to think about the bitter cold place outside the Guan? Is this Manchu more important than Beijing? It's completely unreasonable! Why are you doing this? It's not scientific!

However, it is useless to say this.

Lianshan City, which had just begun to expand, was breached in a blink of an eye, and it couldn't even stop the Ming army for more than an hour, and he could only run away to Jinzhou in a hurry to withstand the wrath of Abatai, the king of Raoyu County, who was the defender of Jinzhou with Tong Tulai, who was the defender of Jinzhou. However, I think Abatai will not cut off his head, after all, a small castle with a circumference of only one mile and two hundred and sixty steps cannot stop a monster and an army of 10,000 in any way, not to mention that Dolgon in order to attack Beijing, he took away the only eight cannons here, and as a result, he had no ability to fight back in the face of the Ming artillery, and was finally easily destroyed by others.

In short, he is not really to blame.

Anyway, he and Abatai are still brothers as a family, but they are just a little far away.

The nephew of the wild boar skin, the great-grandson of his third boar Zu Suo Chang'a, Aixin Jueluo. Bahana, full of grief and indignation, fled from Lianshan, rushed across the small bridge over the Lianshan River and fled north with the remnants of less than a cow, because of the obstruction of the trees, he did not notice that there were countless warships gathered on the coast more than ten miles away in front of him. There, countless Tan people were driving small, dilapidated fishing boats, and were taking boatloads of soldiers from these warships to the beach, where tens of thousands of Ming troops had gathered and marched forward, and by the time Bahana knew this, the army was already in front of him.

Bahana was stunned and took the horse with him.

The remnants of his Qing army also took their horses and looked ahead of them with horror.

There were countless Ming soldiers with a wall of long contradictory birds, bows and arrows, stretching over the green wilderness, and in front of this wall, three Ming army generals controlled the war horses together, and one of them looked at him with a smile.

"Bahana?"

He said.

"Liu Zhaoji?"

Bahana gritted his teeth and looked at his opponent at the Battle of Matsuyama.

The latter nodded.

"Kill!"

Then the two yelled almost at the same time.

The Qing army that charged to the death collided with the Ming army in an instant, and the Qing army, which was less than one-thirtieth of the Ming army, was immediately submerged, and the elite of the Eight Banners Manchuria slashed wildly, but they were swallowed up by the Ming army swarming around them like a mud, and they fell off their horses one after another in the thorns of the spears. Bahana brandished his spear and rushed desperately towards Liu Zhaoji, trying to stab the old opponent who was said to have stabbed Ao Bai to death not long ago, but the latter, who was less than thirty meters away from him, was as far away as the horizon, and he threw the spear in his hand in despair amid the sorrow of the war horse under his crotch being stabbed by more than a dozen spears at the same time.

Liu Zhaoji casually reached out and took the spear in his hand.

Bahana roared angrily, and then was dragged by three Ming soldiers at the same time, and directly pulled off the war horse.