Suddenly, everyone's eyes looked at Han Dong, with a very strange look.

I just swear to say that the Tartars will not come to attack the city.

Don't think this is still very warm.

The Tartars had actually arrived at the city.

This Han Dynasty is simply a black prophet.

"Han Du, I just heard you know very well about the Tartars and know the military. Now that the Tartars are here, how about you going out of the city and fighting?"

Zhu Youjian said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, I am just a civil servant who is powerless. Just now... I just said nonsense, don't take it seriously, I... I will never take this important task!"

Han Du knelt down with a "thump" and said one after another.

The proud and fulfilled expression just now had long disappeared, and was replaced by panic.

"Don't know the soldiers? Don't know the Tartars? In front of me and in front of these ministers, wouldn't you betray the emperor and the emperor?"

Zhu Youjian narrowed his eyes half-squinted and shouted coldly.

The other ministers were so scared that they threw down their chopsticks and knelt in a black mass.

"I'm dead!"

Han Du's head was buzzing.

"Ten Thousand Deaths? One Death is Enough!"

After Zhu Youjian said that, he got up and walked out of the hall.

"All the ministers, follow me to kill the Tartars!"

Hearing this, the ministers on the ground quickly got up and trotted to follow.

Han Du had an old face stiffened, and he didn't know whether to get up for a moment, so he followed him.

But without the emperor's will, he could only lie down like an old dog...

"Gao Qiqian, move my hot pot here. I want to sautify the hot pot on this city tower and kill the Tartars!"

When he reached the city, Zhu Youjian drank.

Gao Qiqian quickly turned around and prepared to go.

The ministers following behind looked at each other, and the emperor was so worried.

The Tartars have arrived at the city, and they still have leisure and elegant hotpot.

I'm afraid I can't make a few slices of meat, and even the copper pot is going to be served to the Tartars...

But when they walked up to the city, they were all stunned.

Every few feet above the city, there is a red cannon...

Looking from afar, the city was filled with red cannons.

I couldn't believe my eyes at all. I rubbed my eyes hard and realized that this was really a red cannon.

No wonder the emperor is confident...

With so many red cannons, it is not easy for the Tartars to get close to them.

Everyone was so excited. With these cannons, their lives have been temporarily saved...

"Mr. Sun, where did these red cannons come from?"

Chongzhen's favorite minister, Zhou Yanru, Minister of Rites and Grand Secretary of the Dongge, asked about the Tao.

"Hahaha, all of these are arranged by the Lord. You can ask the Lord to answer your doubts!"

Sun Chengzong said with a smile.

He was also surprised when he heard the emperor say that the Red Barbarian Cannon last night. He brought people to place the Red Barbarian Cannon overnight.

The surprised expressions of the ministers today were even more exaggerated than the first time he saw the Red Cannon last night.

"Hahaha, the Tartars attacked the city, I was anxious. Compared to it, my heart moved God. At night, Taizu held a dream and said that for the century-old foundation of the Ming Dynasty, for the sake of thousands of miles of land, and for thousands of people, he specially granted 300 red barbarian cannons to the Imperial City Temple!"

"I woke up from my dream and felt something was strange. I immediately ordered someone to see it. Sure enough, there were three hundred red cannons!"

"Taizu has a spirit to protect all the people!"

Zhu Youjian's lies will come out when he opens his mouth.

The saying of dreams and appearance was very useful in the Ming Dynasty.

The ministers immediately knelt down and shouted, "Taizu has a spirit to protect all things and the people, the blessings of the emperor and the blessings of the people!"

Zhu Youjian had long expected this and nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, the Eight Banners soldiers led by Haoge had stopped four hundred meters away from the city.

Yesterday, Huang Taiji suffered a loss from Zhu Youjian's musket, and he was so angry that he was itchy.

If he raises troops and advances again, he will naturally not make the same mistake.

The fire range of the musket is only more than 200 meters long after it is dead, and it may not be accurate.

The effective range is between 15 and 180 meters.

Therefore, he guaranteed an absolute safe distance.

Little did he know that he had already entered the best bombardment range of the Red Barbarian Cannon.

"Chengzhen, today, I will definitely cut you into pieces and avenge my father's khan!"

"All warriors, whoever can climb the city wall will be rewarded with ten taels, and those who capture Chongzhen's children alive will be rewarded with hundreds of taels!"

Before launching an attack, Hauge could not change his habit of loving to be vigor.

"Children, immediately get off the horse and kowtow to confess, go back and whip the corpse Nurhaci, kill Huang Taiji with his hand. I can remember that you are young and ignorant, and spare your life!"

Come again?

This is still the same kind of rhetoric!

Zhu Youjian is much crueler than him.

With just one sentence, Haoge almost vomited blood.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

With Haug roaring.

The Eight Banners of the Later Jin swept towards the city gate like surging floods.

At the same time, large siege equipment also followed closely behind.

The ministers' faces appeared again.

These cowards were scared by the Tartars.

Zhu Youjian looked at him with a look of contempt, and the copper pot mutton was coming.

He picked up a thin piece of mutton and put it in the pot and rinsed it. He sucked it in his mouth and felt the delicious and fragrant taste.

Then he said softly, "Fire!"

In an instant, the sound of cannons shook the sky.

The Red Cannon, which had been filled with shotguns, opened fire at the same time.

Shotball was a powerful type of cannon at that time, and it consisted of several liters of lead-iron balls. In layman's terms, it was a small steel ball.

When shooting, it can form a barrage, with amazing lethality and a wide range. Once it is shot, it can cover at least ten people in combat formations.

Such a huge killing weapon, the Tartars, who were less than three hundred meters away from the city, were caught off guard and were immediately overwhelmed by the bombing.

"Ah...ah..."

"The Ming army...has red cannons..."

In just a moment, no less than a hundred people were blown into pieces.

Thousands of people screamed and rolled on the ground.

I was beaten so stupid that some even started running back.

"Scatter to both sides!"

The experienced Dorgon roared and led the two white flags to disperse to both sides.

Others followed suit.

But how could Zhu Youjian give them a chance?

With the order flag waved, the red cannons on the city walls on both sides opened fire at the same time.

The Later Jin army had no way left and right, and the howlings of ghosts and wolves were blown up, and corpses were everywhere.

Haoge was stunned.
To be continued...