"This is the real bloody battle!"

Yang Feng stood on the chariot and looked at the breakthrough of the Qing army in front of him and said with emotion. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It can be said that it is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the corpses piled up under the city wall are even close to half of the height of the city wall, like a landslide mountain that extends outward and continues to cross the moat, and the Qing army that is still surging forward with the dead corpses reminds him of the zombies in the Resident Evil movie. And the city wall has turned blood red, this is not only the blood of the Qing army, but also the blood of the Ming army on the city wall, the two sides have even begun to engage in hand-to-hand combat, the lancet in the hands of the Qing heavy infantry with shields and the spear of the Ming army on the city wall continue to collide, and the blood of killing each other flows wantonly. The Qing army in the most dangerous place had even rushed to the city wall, and was fighting fiercely with the Ming army, their dead bodies kept falling down the city wall, and behind the passage filled with dead corpses, countless Qing troops crowded forward.

I have to say that the Eight Banners are indeed brave.

Even with such heavy casualties, it is no wonder that they have been fearless in their march without receiving an order to retreat, and it is no wonder that they have been on the rampage for decades.

But alas......

"It's time to finish!"

Yang Feng said as he suddenly changed into a hideous smile, and then he jumped out of the chariot and reached out to pick up a giant gunpowder bag that he loved from behind the city wall.

"Ignition!"

His Majesty the Emperor said.

A subordinate brocade guard immediately put the fire fold on the fuse, and at the moment of the spark bursting, he did not hesitate to lie down, and almost at the same time, His Majesty the Emperor threw the big killing weapon that actually weighed nearly two hundred catties upward, and then danced above his head like a meteor hammer.

Behind the Qing troops outside the city, a general who was commanding the battle subconsciously screamed, and then turned around like crazy and ran backwards with his subordinates behind, and then all the attacking Qing troops saw this scene, saw the killing god wearing a dragon robe on the city wall, and of course the huge gunpowder bag that danced into an afterimage above his head and threw out sparks, so these Qing troops who originally hit the city wall like a flood turned around and fled back in a crazy confusion.

"Shoot, fire, stop him!"

One of the generals who hadn't run in the middle of them yelled desperately as he raised his hand to cut down a soldier trying to escape.

Immediately after that, the bird hand beside him aimed at Yang Feng and pulled the trigger, especially the high-speed rotating gunpowder bag above Yang Feng's head, which was the primary target, and the bullets flew out in the smoke of black powder, but they disappeared on Yang Feng's body like a mud cow entering the sea, whether it was him with three layers of heavy armor or gunpowder tied by multiple layers of cotton armor, raw cowhide and iron chains, these bullets could not attack, and Yang Feng could not make such a low-level mistake.

"Monster, monster!"

Now the Qing army is even more chaotic.

Especially when you think of his various horror legends, the Qing army that has accumulated too much fear of him always broke out at this moment, in the angry roar of the unlucky general, the fleeing Qing army instantly knocked it down and then drowned it directly, a few Baoyi just wanted to come forward to save the master, and then they were also knocked down and trampled under the feet of the rout, at this time all the Qing troops in front of Yang Feng were desperately fleeing.

But alas, it was too late.

Just when they were in a mess, Yang Feng let go of his hand with a loud roar.

The gunpowder bag flew out with the sound of the wind, and in an instant it was thirty meters away, and the terrifying fire exploded as if tearing through space, and the lava-colored waves slapped down violently.

Below are countless Qing troops crowded together.

The Ming army, including their emperor, who had been prepared for a long time, didn't even bother to look at the spectacular scene, everyone brushed and hugged their heads and lay behind the female wall, and then the violent air wave was accompanied by the loud sound of the sky and the earth cracking, and countless human body fragments collided like a hurricane above their heads, and even the nearest Franc machine was almost overturned by this terrifying force, and the blood rain composed of those stumps and broken arms fell like hail, and even fell on the city wall.

"It's so brutal!"

After the explosion, Yang Feng got up with a bloody piece of minced flesh, lay behind the female wall, and looked out of the city in horror.

Originally, the position of the Qing army on the other side of the moat was pouring into the breach, and now there was no living person in sight, and the passage filled with cannon fodder corpses was actually less than fifty meters wide, because of the rush to break through the defense on the city wall, the surrounding Qing troops were all surging into this breach, so the density was quite large, almost like an ant on a sugar cube, and the power of his gunpowder bag was not wasted at all. Even those who were rushing up under the city walls, plus the reinforcements from behind, were basically centered on the explosion point, and no one within a radius of thirty meters was spared either dead or wounded, and it is estimated that there were more than a thousand people. Especially in order to be able to tie up to the maximum strength, the outside of his gunpowder bag is wrapped with iron chains, these iron chains basically act as the role of filling iron nails and broken glass, and the result of the air explosion at a height of ten meters is to make those shattered iron pieces scatter like flowers, and even hit nearly forty meters away, and countless Qing soldiers are struggling and wailing on the ground.

The two armies of the entire battlefield were stunned by him again, and the Qing troops outside the explosion range were all stupid and looked at the breakthrough that was suddenly missed.

"One more!"

Suddenly, Yang Feng roared.

All of a sudden, all the Qing troops did not hesitate to turn around and run, even those who had already begun to climb the city wall jumped down like crazy and ran wildly to escape.

Behind them was a laugh.

Yang Feng scared them.

This thing is not something he can have if he wants to, there are only 30,000 catties of gunpowder in Ningyuan City now, and this is thanks to Huang Fei's left on those warships, all of which can only be made by him, and he can only make more than 300 of them, this thing can only play an effect when it is a special time, such as when the Qing army is densely packed, otherwise it will not blow up a few people. The first time he bombed the infantry phalanx, the infantry phalanx against the cavalry must be as dense as possible, and this time it was also because of the battlefield environment that the Qing army had to be as dense as possible, but if the cavalry bombing did not surprise the Qing army's war horses, the actual explosion would have killed and injured a hundred and ten Qing troops.

Moreover, these gunpowder still have to supply those cannons and more than 3,000 bird guns, in fact, he has to use them sparingly, you must know that these bird guns alone cost hundreds of pounds in a salvo.

He doesn't have a gunpowder factory here.

Of course, no matter what, this round of attack is over, after the defeat of the Qing army at Weiyuan Gate, the Qing troops of the other gates also retreated, and their losses were also huge, although they did not suffer a big explosion, but Yang Feng's giant bow alone shot hundreds, coupled with the artillery bombardment of the Ming army, the Qing army lost no less than 5,000 in this round of attack. This number is already quite terrifying, especially for an army that is almost invincible, such casualties bring not only a simple loss of troops, but also a serious morale setback, just look at the embarrassed appearance of their rout.

"How many brothers have we killed or wounded?"

Yang Feng asked Tang Yu.

"Your Majesty, there are not many, only two hundred died in total, and less than three hundred were injured, thanks to Your Majesty's cannon, in fact, the most ruthless Tartar siege is the red-clothed cannon, in the past, most of the cities we were captured were destroyed by them with cannons, and then they rushed into the city from the gap, and now their cannons don't even have a chance to go to the battlefield in front of Your Majesty, just climbing the city wall and attacking it is not a big deal."

Tang Yu said with a smile.

This casualty is indeed not worth mentioning compared with the casualties of the Qing army, especially the vast majority of the casualties of the Ming army can be cured, but the injury of the Qing army is equivalent to removing half a life, so the final real death ratio of both sides will be even more expanded, which is already unbelievable for the Ming army, after all, in most cases, the casualties of the Ming army in the battle will far exceed that of the Qing army, even if it is a city defense battle.

"I'm going to see my wounded brother, and you keep an eye on the tartar."

Yang Feng patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, as long as Your Majesty is in Ningyuan City, the Tartar will be a hundred years old, and don't expect to conquer here."

Tang Yu said.

"If they really fight for a hundred years, I should have died of old age a long time ago!"

Yang Feng said speechlessly.

As he walked down the wall, Dorgon on the hill in the distance put away his binoculars with a blank face.

"Ah Hun, let's attack again tomorrow."

Duoduo said hatefully.

"Fool, thousands of casualties at one time, you attack again, my Eight Banners have a total of thousands for you to squander, can I still withstand such a scourge?"

Dorgon scolded.

"Anyway, most of them are Han soldiers."

Dodor whispered.

"The Han army is also the Eight Banners, how many people are there in total? If we don't rely on them, how can we take over the flower world of the Central Plains with that little population? Remember the point in the future, their Eight Banners Han Army, not the Han Army, they are banner people and not Han people! ”

Dorgon scolded.

"So, what should we do?"

Duoduo said weakly.

"How?"

Dolgon sneered and said, "Decree, all the armies will besiege the city and set up camp, choose a site to build a pontoon bridge on the Ningyuan River, don't be too far away from the city, just avoid the range of their cannons." ”

"Shall we go and attack the mountain customs with Li Zicheng?"

Dodor asked.

"Who will take Shanhaiguan? Will Li Zicheng be stupid enough to give Shanhaiguan to us? Since he won't give Shanhaiguan to us, is the life of our Eight Banners athletes so cheap? ”

Dorgon said.

"Huh?"

Duoduo was at a loss.

"I'll see if the dog emperor can hold back!"

Dolgon looked at Ning Yuancheng and said with a sneer.

"Lord Regent, Mr. Fan has arrived."

At this point, a guard reported.

"You, go pick it up!"

Dorgon said to Dorgon.

"Why ......"

As soon as Duoduo was halfway through speaking, he shut up under Dolgon's stern gaze, and then honestly walked towards Fan Wencheng, who was waiting to see him with a humble smile on his face in the distance, and then walked away and muttered in his mouth: "Isn't it just a woman, and if you don't give up, isn't it natural for the master to enjoy the slave woman?" ”

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