"Quick, fire!"

The city wall was inlaid with red flags, and Fuchun, the leader of Manchuria, roared like madness with trembling lips.

A row of more than a dozen mountain splitting cannons beside him were aimed at the city at the same time, aiming at their own homes and roaring, and in the blazing fire, the cannonballs whistled and hit the houses where they had lived for a hundred years, and he could even see a group of his acquaintances being splattered with blood and flesh by a cannonball, and their screams echoed in his ears, but he still had to grit his teeth and let out a sad roar.

"Keep firing!"

He almost gritted his teeth and yelled.

His soldiers were also gritting their teeth and even firing at their homes and their loved ones with tears in their eyes.

Because among their relatives, a ghostly figure is disappearing from time to time.

His speed is extremely fast, so fast that even the best war horse galloping at full speed can not be compared, the narrow streets, dense buildings, provide him with the best cover, as he continues to loom, the flames are also constantly burning, in the billowing smoke, the entire Eight Banners garrison area completely turned into a sea of fire, almost all the buildings were ignited by him. In the flames and smoke, his figure loomed with great speed, fleeting in the chaos of the crowd, and even the Eight Banners could not accurately aim at it on the condescending city wall, so they could only shoot at it indiscriminately with multiple cannons regardless of accidental damage, and they had to shoot at it.

Because every time he appeared, the heads of the Eight Banners soldiers who fled on the streets would fall in pieces.

Strange falls.

There was no knife in his hand, only a shield that was not too big, and as he swept through the crowd again and again, the heads of the Eight Banners soldiers within a kilometer of his right side would fall strangely, and blood would shoot into the sky like a fountain.

It was even cut in half.

The entire Eight Banners Manchurian garrison area was a complete hell.

The Manchurian soldiers of the Eight Banners, who had lived here since the time of Qianlong, and their families were screaming and crying in terror, escaping from their homes that had become a sea of fire, crowding the streets and running, and then the strange figures flashed among them, and then the heads fell in pieces, blood shot into the sky like fountains, or accidentally wounded shells fell and their flesh and blood splattered. All kinds of screams and the sound of the collapse of those buildings in the raging fire echoed throughout the Eight Banners Manchurian garrison area, making this usually high-flying city completely become Guangzhou when the city was slaughtered two hundred years ago, but at this time, the dead bodies everywhere are no longer the descendants of the conquerors who slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people in the city by the people of the Ming Dynasty, and the reincarnation of two hundred years shows that the sky net is restored.

"This, this demon!"

Fuchun's lips trembled.

"This demon!"

Not far from him, Qishan and Dirk Jinbu, who had hurriedly climbed the city wall, cursed in the same way.

They watched almost in despair at the fires and smoke in the streets, at the people who fled in terror and despair, at the constant decapitation of their heads or at the splatters of their own shells, and yet they had no choice but to watch. They never thought that Yang Feng would be so arrogant, openly breaking into Guangzhou alone and killing in the city, and they never thought that this demon would be so ferocious, and he would kill thousands of garrisons and eight banners with blood in one person. If it was on flat ground, they might be able to concentrate weapons like cannons and guns and blast the demon to pieces, but this is in the city, especially among their own relatives, and they simply can't do that.

In fact they also did not have enough troops.

Guangzhou only had the garrison of the Eight Banners who did not dare to go to the front line for fear of death, and it was the Eight Banners Manchuria, and the Eight Banners Han Army and the Green Battalion were all on the front line.

"Quick, the demon is out!"

An officer suddenly screamed.

Yang Feng flashed in the thick smoke, and the heads of the two Eight Banners soldiers who were fleeing suddenly fell, and then his figure appeared again, and more than a dozen cannons that were hurriedly aimed there opened fire at the same time, and a huge metal impact suddenly sounded in the smoke.

"Hit!"

A soldier of the Eight Banners cried with joy.

But at this moment, Yang Feng's figure rose into the sky.

"Fire!"

Dirk Jinbu yelled desperately.

More than a dozen gunmen beside him pulled the trigger almost at the same time, and he saw Yang Feng in mid-air raise the shield in his hand, accompanied by the sound of metal impact, the sparks on the shield burst out one after another, and Yang Feng flew out upside down at once under the force of the impact, but then hit a roof, and then bounced back in an instant. The shotguns in the hands of the soldiers of the Eight Banners on the city wall opened fire one after another, but it was useless, he appeared on the city wall with a splash of bullets, and swept through the soldiers of the Eight Banners like lightning, and as he passed, all the soldiers either fell from their heads or cut off their waists. On the background of fountains of blood, Yang Feng instantly arrived in front of Dirk Jinbu, and Qi Shan behind didn't think much about it, and jumped off the city wall, and Yang Feng's right hand swiped down very casually, and Dirk Jinbu's body split in two from the top of his head.

Yang Feng stood on the city wall with blood all over the ground, looked at Qi Shan who broke his leg with a cold and arrogant gaze, and then jumped out of the city wall.

"Enter, attack Xinhui!"

A mad roar rang out from within the city walls.

This was followed by screams of pain.

Yang Feng didn't know how to move forward at full speed, and in the roar of the cannon behind him, he arrived at the bank of the Pearl River in a blink of an eye, and jumped onto a sailboat that was sailing from the shore, and the boat was already waiting for his Jinyi guard to quickly steer the ship to sail downstream at full speed. Immediately after that, the two girls stepped forward to take off the crane that had been stained with blood for Yang Feng, and then waited for him to change into a European dress, and his face quickly changed to Brother Tom, and soon the sailboat merged into a large number of the same sailing ships on the Pearl River, and went down the river to Humen to easily pass the search of the Qing army's sailors, and entered the open sea to board the Dingyuan battleship cruising here.

When he returned to Xinhui, the Qing army's offensive on all fronts had already begun.

Jiangmen.

"Bullying Lao Tzu has no cavalry?"

Su Wen, the commander of the first battalion of the first brigade of the first army of the Ming army, looked at the surging cavalry on the opposite side and said with disdain.

Yang Feng's attack on Guangzhou made Qi Shan have no choice, after all, the minister of Qin had a broken leg, and he killed a Guangzhou general, and there were more than 2,000 casualties in the Eight Banners of the Guangzhou garrison. It was the Green Battalion who attacked Xinhui who died, but Yang Feng attacked Guangzhou and died in the Eight Banners, which Qi Shan knew very well, so his only choice was to force the Qing army on the front line, because Yang Fang had not yet arrived at this time, Zhang Qingyun was dismissed and confiscated into the army, and the front line was personally commanded by Qi Shan.

Their only hope was cavalry, after all, the Ming army was all infantry.

Jiangmen is the most important breakthrough.

Here the Qing army assembled all the horse teams that could be used, and the charge of the whole 3,000 cavalry was also quite spectacular.

But alas......

"Ready!"

Su Wen raised his hand and said.

Behind him, beside the fifty tubes that pointed diagonally to the sky, the soldiers with torches stood in full force.

"Launch!"

He said with a sudden wave of his hand.

All the torches were put on the fuse next to the launch tube, and the ignited fuse quickly burned to the end and disappeared into the iron tube, followed by blazing flames and thick smoke gushing out, one by one the round-headed cylindrical rockets flew out with the flames, and rushed to the sky with a whistling sound, and the tail flames of fifty thirty-pound rockets formed an extremely spectacular picture in the sky. And behind those launch tubes, the soldiers holding the same rockets completed the reloading as fast as possible, at this time the first batch of rockets had crashed into the Qing cavalry, the flames of the explosion rose densely, and those originally galloping war horses were chaotic, and then the second round of rockets followed, and then the third round, the fourth round, in the following time, fifty launch tubes shot three hundred thirty-pound rockets at the three thousand Qing army green battalion cavalry all the time.

And then......

There is no then.

The explosion of 300 rockets, coupled with the mortar and field artillery that fired at the same time, caused the war horses of the Qing army, which had never been attacked by flowering shells, to collapse directly.

"Attack!"

When the Qing cavalry ran chaotically in the flames of the explosion and trampled on each other, Su Wen shouted with a finger of the saber in his hand.

Immediately after that, the Ming troops in formation began to move forward.

The four three columns of sentry units marched forward in unison to the beat of drums, and all the soldiers raised their rifles and pulled the trigger, and then quickly loaded the bullets with the projectile and the paper-wrapped gunpowder, and then loaded the fire caps and re-fired, and they fired bullets at a speed of up to five rounds per minute, all the time without stopping. Those Qing troops who were still in chaos fell one by one in the storm of thousands of bullets per minute, and even if they hadn't fallen yet, they were fleeing like frightened ducks, but the bullets behind them still wouldn't let them go, with an effective aiming range of more than 500 meters and a lethal range of more than 900 meters, making the entire battlefield their place of death.

"Hale Rocket, who sold them this thing?"

Not far from the battlefield, an Englishman with a telescope said with interest.

In fact, there were tens of thousands of people watching the battle.

Not only in the area of Xinhui in Jiangmen, but also in the areas controlled by the Qing army, many people came to watch the battle in this vicinity, and when they saw the rout of the Qing army, hundreds of people were applauding and cheering, or laughing at these officers and soldiers with all kinds of sarcastic words.

"They must have made their own products, the East India Company had never sold Hale rockets in Asia, but bought a lot of things from the emperor at a high price, expanding the rifled guns, and they were also made of steel barrels, and the breech-loading rifled guns, which were also made of steel, and were extremely accurate, at least at the moment our factories were far from reaching the same accuracy. His Majesty the Emperor has many good things in his hands, including the fact that his steam engine technology far surpasses ours, consuming the same coal, and his steam engine provides far more power than ours, but it is also with high precision, our machines simply cannot reach the same accuracy, and the quality of steel is far superior to ours. It is said that His Majesty the Emperor did not need any machinery to make these things, because he was a god, so he could make the iron directly into what he needed, of course, or maybe he really had to be a wizard, or else he would not be able to explain the meteor shower that befell the Dutch in the naval battle in Batavia. ”

The companion next to him shrugged.

"God? Sorcerer? Isn't science able to explain the world anymore? ”

The former sneered.

"But compared to the identity of His Majesty the Emperor, there is another point that interests me more."

The latter said.

"Mr. Eliot, are we mistaken about this ancient empire? We once thought he was a behemoth to be feared, but now it seems that he may be just as fine a porcelain vase as his specialty, and if we casually tap him, he will turn into a pile of shards. Five thousand expeditionary forces and three warships made the army of an entire province of the empire helpless, and the weakening of the Tatars was already jaw-dropping. Although this expeditionary force is well-equipped and well-trained, it is clear that His Majesty's soldiers are not much stronger than ours, and I think 10,000 British troops should be able to do what 5,000 Ming troops can do.

It really can't be more, and any more will damage our honor.

In the same way, what three steam-powered warships of the Ming army can do, thirty warships of the Royal Navy should also be able to do, no more, and any more, General Nelson in heaven will be ashamed of us, that is to say, an expeditionary force in the Far East that can be easily assembled can cut a piece of land on the body of this huge empire like this emperor.

So why don't we do it?

The British merchants needed to have a port next to this country that belonged to us, and not to be like the dogs who came to the door, who gave me only a piece of land on which they could stand, and endured the oppression of the greedy officials, the humiliation of the treacherous merchants, and the injustice and even barbaric treatment of all kinds. We are the most powerful empire in the world, and we can enjoy respectful gaze in any port, but here we suffer only daily humiliation on the Tatars, and if they are indeed powerful, then we can only suffer in silence.

But he's so rotten that he can beat a random infantry brigade,"

He paused for a moment, then said with a hint of hideousness: "Then why don't we give him a hard slap in the face and make him understand what he is?" ”

"James. Mr. Matheson, this requires congressional approval. ”

Elliot said expressionlessly.

"But you can get Parliament to approve that you are the British Government's plenipotentiary in China, Charlie. Mr. Eliot, it is your duty to defend our interests. ”

Matheson said.

"You're absolutely right!"

British Commercial Director in China, Charlie. Eliot, or later more familiar to the name of Yilu, was very interested in James Matheson, the chairman of Jardine Matheson. Matheson, or another more famous name, said Matheson.

Then the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.