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At this moment when Governor Yuan was stunned!

In the formation of the Hou Jin Army, there were about a dozen "swish, swish, swish", black, like black clay pots, and objects like rubber balls wrapped in black oilcloth, streaking across the sky in a few low ways.

The parabola, the burning fire letter, erratically hit the top of the Ming army's battle formation.

"Brothers, look over there! Then~, what is that? Why is it a little evil?"

"Fuck! What kind of tricks do these Tartars want to play?"

At this time, the Ming army's battle formation was still celebrating for having withstood the offensive of the Hou Jin army, and many people were still cheering to vent their anger. But soon the soldiers who saw it realized that something was wrong with the situation.

"Donkey balls, that's not good! This thing is a firearm! It's a big killer! Brothers, get down quickly! Get down quickly..."

Be it the Guan Ning Army or the Beijing Camp.

Although most of their subjects are indeed "showcases", there are still some people who really do things, just like some yamen in later generations... Otherwise, the whole world will be in chaos, and the inherent pattern will not be maintained.

Went down...

At this time, after all, there were capable men in the Ming army.

Seeing these dark objects getting closer and closer, some people immediately reacted and shouted at the top of their lungs.

Seeking good fortune and avoiding evil is an instinct not only for humans, but for almost all living creatures.

At this time~, although most of the Ming army did not understand what these dark objects in front of them were, they still followed the flow and instinctively fell to the ground.

Emotions, or behavioral patterns, are contagious among people.

Especially among very large crowds of people.

Throughout the ages, the most taboo thing for all ruling classes is the gathering of ordinary people.

Especially in a certain foreign dynasty in the middle period of Chinese feudal history, if a group of three Han people came together, they would be severely punished. In severe cases, they would even be directly beheaded and the car would be broken into pieces.

What's more, Han people are not allowed to own even kitchen knives.

At this time, most people in the entire Ming army's battle formation were lying on the ground. Many people raised their heads out of curiosity, wanting to take a closer look at what these ghosts were.

What kind of tricks are the dog tartars playing?

Soon, their wish came true...

About a few seconds later, these dozen black ghosts exploded violently in pieces one after another on top of the Ming army's battle formation.

"Ah!!! It hurts! It hurts! Dog Tatar, you~ are your mother!"

"Help! Help! My dear mother, it hurts me so much, it hurts me so much... Please help me, please help me..."

"What a bastard Tatar! You are so despicable! Ah..."

"..."

Even the foresighted soldiers had already discovered that something was wrong and shouted loudly, so that most of the Ming army soldiers were prepared.

But ~~, these dark clay pots are not only filled with extremely powerful black gunpowder, but also a third of the iron fragments and sharp sand and gravel.

At this time, these things actually exploded above the heads of the Ming army. The effect was no less than that of the large-caliber shotguns and rifles of the Ming Dynasty in later generations!

Especially~, at this time, most of the Ming army officers and soldiers saw this kind of ghost thing for the first time, and they instinctively looked up to the sky.

This also made the explosion effect of these pottery jars of the Hou Jin Army extremely good~ and extremely vicious, all directed at the faces of the Ming Army soldiers.

Even these black and seemingly inconspicuous broken clay pots were shot out by the Hou Jin Army using cowhide bands, and the speed was not too fast.

This gives people at least five or six seconds, or even seven or eight seconds, to take a good look at their fall.

But~~, just before they hit the ground, when they detonated, at least five or six kilograms, seven or eight kilograms of black~ gunpowder was produced, which is not comparable to that of a cowhide band ejection!

To a certain extent, this is simply an enhanced version of the Changsheng Camp grenade!

At this time, although the methods of these black clay pots of the Hou Jin Army were still a bit immature, and the proportions were quite uneven, if the soldiers of the Ming Army had not memorized their ideas to the extreme, they would not have been fatally struck by these fragments!

But at this time, this kind of explosion happened right above their heads, especially at least dozens of Ming army soldiers, whose originally good faces were immediately bloody and bloody...

This kind of deterrent effect on the morale of the entire Ming army was simply unimaginable!

But Abata tasted the sweetness for the first time, and obviously he would not give up so easily. After a moment, 'swish, swish, swish', another round of dark black clay pots was already heading towards the top of the Ming army's battle formation.

Float over here!

"Get down! Get down quickly!"

"Brothers, get down quickly! Don't look up!"

This time, the Ming army finally had a good memory. No one dared to look at these ghosts anymore. They all fell on the ground and tightly protected their heads and faces.

Snapped!

Bang bang bang bang!

Another round of black clay pot offensive exploded violently above the heads of the Ming army's battle formation. Black smoke, the alluring aroma of gunpowder, mixed with a low muffled sound, spread out instantly!

And this round has not ended just now, and another round has been made up for it later.

The Ming army did not dare to raise their heads at all, and could only be suppressed to the ground.

On the high platform.

Governor Yuan could no longer suppress the fear and anger in his heart. He couldn't help roaring like a crazed lion: "Dog Tartar! Dog Tartar! So cruel! So cruel! Artillery! Artillery!"

Hurry! Hurry! Blow me hard at those launched chariots! Hurry! Hurry!"

How dare you neglect your own soldiers and messengers?

He hurriedly conveyed Commander Yuan's latest instructions to the artillery camp.

On top of the city, Emperor Chongzhen and all the dignitaries were also a little stunned!

They simply couldn't imagine in their wildest dreams... that the Dog Tartars... could actually pull off such tricks...

This thing and this method are simply rubbish!

But at this time, even the big guys with no battle experience at all can see this effect! This is obviously much higher than the artillery that the Ming army spent a lot of money to build!

At this time, Emperor Chongzhen's small body suddenly became smart!

How...how is this method so familiar? He must have seen it somewhere! No~, he should have heard it!

But...where is it?

Emperor Chongzhen couldn't help but pinch his scalp with both hands, and he didn't even notice that the gold-thickened crown was crooked.

At this time, in the battle formation of the Hou Jin Army, Abatai's temporary headquarters was here.

Hauge has simply fallen in love with Abatai!

Even if Hauge was given a hundred heads, Hauge would not be able to imagine that this~, this battle could be fought like this...

"Uncle Qi, this, this, this is really... you, my nephew, my nephew is really impressed with my admiration! If this continues, it will really be no longer a dream for us, Daikin, to conquer Minggou's capital!

"

Looking at Hauge, who was so excited that he almost forgot everything, and no longer knew what to say, Abate couldn't help but smile lightly: "Hauge, how do you feel about this method~~?"

"Uncle Qi. It's amazing! It's simply amazing! I'm afraid it's going to be a match for the grenades in Li Yuanqing's Changsheng Camp, right?"

"hehe."

Abatai couldn't help but smile happily: "You can say that. However, Li Yuanqing's ordnance in Changsheng Camp is worse than Shi Nu's! Uncle Qi has spent a lot of effort over the years,

He also wasted a lot of money, but never got the secret. But this thing was learned by Uncle Qi and Li Yuanqing from another of his battles."

"Learn from Li Yuanqing? Li Yuanqing plays the rest?"

Hauge couldn't help but frown.

Although he had already expected that this was probably a method his seventh uncle Abatai had learned from Li Yuanqing, but when he actually heard Abatai say it, deep down in his heart, he still felt very inexplicably unhappy.

!

How come everything~ can be related to this piece of shit like Li Yuanqing?

Is this bastard a ghost?

It’s simply inexhaustible!

However, Hauge was also very interested in this matter. He wanted to know how Li Yuanqing used this offensive back then.

He hurriedly said: "Uncle Qi, when did this happen? Please ask Uncle Qi to clear up my nephew's doubts!"

"hehe."

Abatai smiled faintly: "Speaking of it, this matter is far away! If I remember correctly, it was either the second year of Tianqi or the third year, which should be the Battle of Lushun..."

Following his own words, Abate slowly fell into reminiscing about the past.

That was the Battle of Port Arthur back then!

The old slave is here in person!
To be continued...