With full of expectations, Yang Feng finally waited for his reinforcements.

but……

It's not just reinforcements.

Well, the Qing army that went south from Jinzhou to counterattack Ningyuan also came, and they arrived a little earlier than Li Yutian and others.

It's really just a little bit.

"This is really a five-minute destiny!"

Yang Feng stood in the northwest corner of Ningyuan City and sighed.

At the same time, he looked at the two thousand Qing cavalry sweeping past the city like a torrent. In front of the latter, which was the south bank of the Ningyuan River, a large number of Ming army infantry were lined up to prepare. Looking at their panic, Yang Feng could basically be sure that the reason why these guys had not turned around and escaped was because it rained yesterday, and the water level of the Ningyuan River rose a little, which seemed to provide some psychological comfort.

"Your Majesty, the Tartars are ready to attack the city!"

Deputy General Chen said nervously.

Not only these two thousand Qing troops came, but at this time, there was another Qing army outside the Weiyuan Gate, and the core of the cavalry of Manzhou, the Manchu states, was the Wu Zhenchao who was pushing eight red cannons forward. On both sides of these cannons, there were at least three thousand full-time cannon fodder Han troops preparing for the siege. Most of them were shields and willow-leaf scimitars, carrying flying ladders and preparing to charge. It was obvious that they did not take this little person in Ningyuan City seriously, and they were even too lazy to make slightly more complicated equipment such as cloud ladders.

"You take two teams to Yongning Gate!"

Yang Feng said.

"In addition, urging Tang Yu to march with the banner!"

Then he added.

"Respect the order!"

Deputy General Chen said hurriedly.

The situation was subtle at this time. The two thousand Qing troops surrounding Yongning Gate were obviously to restrain the infantry in the south bank. Although it was unlikely to attack the city, they must be wary of their raids. Fortunately, the cavalry did not have things like flying ladders, and they could only rush in front of them to throw hooks and climb, so they could only be assigned to 200 people to keep alert. Previously, Yang Feng had reorganized the remaining 800 people and directly divided them into eight teams. Each team was led by a captain, and the remaining six teams were led by Yang Feng to fight against the Qing army outside Weiyuan Gate.

This is obviously short of manpower.

Of course, if the Ming army infantry on the south bank dared to cross the river, there would be no problem.

But these wastes stopped moving.

Tens of thousands of troops were frightened by the two thousand Qing troops and protected themselves with shields, muskets and spears on the south bank. Seeing that there was only one river and a maximum distance of one mile on the north bank, they didn't dare to move forward. Yang Feng now wanted to use his mace to poke the **** of Tang Yu and Li Yutian's ****, the two bastards, were simply useless. Of course, let's talk about this problem later. We have to solve the trouble in front of us first. Just as Vice General Chen led the two teams of soldiers to the direction of Yongning Gate, Yang Feng sneered and looked at the opposite side.

Then he stretched out his hand.

The soldier next to him handed the ignition rod to him with admiration.

Yang Feng lay on a cannon, and his visual image was uploaded instantly. Xiaoqian then calculated the distance angle. At the same time, based on the ballistic characteristics of the cannon obtained from the previous test firing, he calculated the posture of the cannon and then manually fine-tuned it. After finally locking the target, the fuse was immediately inserted into the ignition hole. Suddenly, accompanied by a deafening loud noise, a dozen pounds of artillery shells roared out, with a little parabola, and hit a moving Qing army cannon like a god. While killing a soldier, he smashed the wooden cannon into pieces, and the heavy cannon barrel fell to the ground.

There was a cheer on the city wall.

Yang Feng walked straight towards another cannon with the ignition rod.

The soldiers behind him cleaned the cannon bore the cannon as fast as possible. Just as they finished this work, the second cannon on the city wall roared, and accurately broke another Qing army's cannon mount outside the straight-sight range, and then the third door opened fire. However, this time, it did not hit like before, and only killed several Qing troops who were pushing cannons.

Of course, Xiaoqian's calculations are fine.

She could even calculate the wind direction, wind speed and humidity, but she could not guarantee the error that would inevitably occur when the shells could not fit the barrel.

So Yang Feng may still fail.

But this was enough. After Yang Feng walked back and forth three times in the city wall with his ignition rod, all the eight cannons that the Qing army outside the city had worked hard to drag from Jinzhou were scrapped. Although the gun mount was destroyed, it could still be repaired, but it was not something that could be solved today.

Moreover, the morale of the Qing army was severely damaged.

In fact, unlike the general impression, the Qing army was largely dependent on cannons at this time. Last year, Jiergalang went south and successfully captured the vanguard and Zhonghou. The most important thing was that he carried the red-clothed cannons. Later, Dorgon even specially rewarded the artillery casting artisan Ding Qiming. These eight red-clothed cannons were also important reliances for the Qing army's trip. As a result, before a single shot was fired, all of them were scrapped.

More importantly, it was destroyed at a distance that could not be counterattacked, which was very frustrating.

Well, their cannons actually have enough range.

It’s a pity that their gunners don’t understand what ballistics is, and they don’t have full-time ballistic computers plus data support for multiple sensors such as range finders and crosswindrons…

Speaking of which, Yang Feng and Xiaoqian are actually a modern fire control system. Not to mention shooting at fixed cannon positions on the city wall, Yang Feng is just like a certain magical drama, carrying the red-clothed cannon on his shoulders, and then riding a horse and running while firing. It is almost the same.

This is called science.

But Shulhazi's second son, Amin, one of the four major belles, is the second son of Gushan Ezhen, and the Duke of Zhenguo Aiduli does not understand science. He only knows that this time it will be a little trouble.

Fortunately, he still has cannon fodder!

Just as the Ming army was cheering for His Majesty the Emperor on the city wall, this main supporter of Haoge, a guy who was about to be chopped up by Dorgon in history, waved his hand expressionlessly, and then the war drums sounded the order flag and waved it. The cannon fodders of the Han army, who had been used to the long-time accustomed to the Eight Banners, carried the stairs, and shouted and started to attack Ningyuan City under the surveillance of the Manzhou masters behind him. The Eight Banners men also quickly stepped forward to shoot arrows on the horse to provide cover for them.

"Get my bow and arrow!"

Yang Feng stretched out his hand on the city wall and said.

Now those cannons are enough for soldiers to use. The guns that are too high to bombard the infantry clusters do not require precise aiming, but what he needs is the high rate of fire of bows and arrows to play his role.

A soldier immediately walked forward with a giant bow. This object is different from the ox-horned bow commonly used by both the Ming and Qing dynasties. It is a single bow, but the bow is too big, especially the grip is so thick that it can be said to be able to hold it with his hands. The length is more than one person tall, and the bow string is as thick as the fingers. Overall, it looks like a thick British longbow...

Well, this was actually removed from a bed crossbow.

Immediately afterwards, an assistant next to Yang Feng handed over the same special arrow, which was also a bed crossbow. Just like a small spear, Yang Feng steadily pulled out the giant bow amid the cheers of the soldiers, and then aimed at a Qing army officer who was commanding the cannon fodder of the Han army. Suddenly he let go of his hand, and the arrow flew out with the sound of the bowstrings. With fierce power, he instantly reached almost two hundred meters away. Just as the Qing army officer looked up in shock, the cluster of arrows like a small axe hit his chest.

No armor is useless at this time.

Not to mention the chain mail and cotton mail, even if it is replaced with a whole body plate armor, it is like a piece of paper. The sharp arrow more than one and a half meters long instantly penetrated his body, and took him back several steps back, and then he fell to the sky like a wood.

The Han army cannon fodders were stunned.

At the same time, Yang Feng's second arrow flew out, and then the second Qing army officer was nailed to the ground.

Then there is the third branch, the fourth branch, the fifth branch...

In just less than a minute, he was like an elf prince on the wall of the Holy Helmet Valley, and he kept shooting ten arrows with his giant bow. Each arrow shot a Qing army officer to death. The terrifying giant feather arrow was inserted into ten corpses like ten flags, and the red tail feathers danced in the wind like flags. He held the giant bow and stood on the wall of Weiyuanmen like a god. He looked at Aiduli, who was under the Shin-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi-Shi

This time it was a sling.

The sharp arrow with red tail feathers flew into the sky under the gaze of countless eyes, driven by the huge force that originally needed a winch to pull it away. Almost at the same time, the sharp whistle sounded, which was specially installed on the arrow. This strange sound shook everyone's hearts like the roar of a beast. The Qing army cannon fodders who were about to run to the moat on the battlefield subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the red trajectory in the sky with fear.

Because he was afraid of being named by the cannon, he had retreated two miles away and used a monocular telescope to observe Aiduli on the city wall. His heartbeat for no reason.

But he didn't move.

He didn't believe that the arrow could fly to him.

He kept telling himself in his heart that this was impossible, it was impossible, but when the whistle of the feather arrow came into his ears, he still almost subconsciously tweaked the horse's heads. However, at the same time, among the Qing cavalry in front of him, a Niu Lu suddenly fell off his horse, and a spear-like feather arrow was inserted into his chest.

Aduly wiped his cold sweat.

"This is less than a thousand steps!"

Yang Feng said boredly on the city wall.

"Your Majesty, you need a few bows to work together. It is the limit to our ability to shoot four hundred steps. Of course, if you don't have His Majesty's divine power, even such a bow is definitely not something that humans can pull."

The officer next to him said with a smile on his face.

"This is not OK, it's still too soft. If I want to be harder, it's best to shoot a hard bow of a thousand steps."

Yang Feng said.

"Your Majesty, this really cannot be made. The ox horn bow must be used, so it must not be that big. The wooden bow needs to be thicker, but no matter how thick it is, it will not be able to hold it."

The officer said sadly.

"Oh, when will I have a bow worthy of me?"

Yang Feng continued to show off.
Chapter completed!