"Open fire!"

Yang Feng roared at Weiyuan Sect, and the sky collapsed and the earth broke in an instant.

Ten cannons in front of him retreated fiercely, and ten dozen shells shot out at the flames ejected from the vault, with a harsh roar and high speed. In the blink of an eye, a group of Qing troops three miles away broke into pieces, turning into broken limbs and flying into the sky. Of course, the cannon among them was also divided into pieces...

Their last cannon.

All of the forty cannons brought by Dorgon were destroyed.

They could not play artillery fire with Yang Feng at all. The cannons on both sides were basically the same. They developed from the 18-pound naval guns of the Europeans. Even if there were differences, there were no qualitative differences. However, the gunners of the Qing army three miles away could not accurately hit any target. They did not know the range measurement, they did not know how to calculate the ballistics, and they did not know how to calculate the impact of crosswind on shell errors, but their opponents...

Their opponents don't understand either.

But their opponents understand the super computer uploaded to.

The latter specially generates models for each cannon chamber and each shell.

The spread area of ​​different artillery shells was accurately calculated after being fired with different artillery. Then Yang Feng concentrated ten cannons to fire volleys to solve this problem. The end result was that he could easily destroy one cannon in each round of artillery attack. The Qing army brought a total of forty guns, which was nothing more than forty volleys to him. All the Qing army cannons were destroyed under his tactics. What's the use of cannons without gun harnesses? Even if they could be repaired, they had to be dragged back to the base in Jinzhou.

"The Lord is mighty!"

At the moment the last cannon was destroyed, the Ming army cheered enthusiastically on the city wall.

Yang Feng raised his hand proudly.

At this moment, he suddenly turned sideways, and then an arrow shot from a crossbow appeared in his hand. He immediately turned his head and glared at the Qing army behind a crossbow in the distance. At the same time, the Ming soldiers who were also angry loaded ammunition at the fastest speed, and ten cannons immediately pushed forward.

Before Yang Feng could aim, the Qing army scattered in panic around the crossbow.

The Ming army burst into laughter on the city wall in an instant.

Yang Feng smiled and pointed the cannon at a rushing car that was pushing forward. He would not waste the shells on a target of a bed crossbow that was of little value. The Fran aircraft on the city wall would solve the problem.

At this time, behind the wall of the Qing army shield car, the rusher covered with wooden boards and cowhide slowly moved forward, just like a huge monster in the game.

But unfortunately...

"Open fire!"

Yang Feng said.

Ten cannons roared again, none of the ten shells off the target, and all hit the rushing car. The wood and cowhide were garbage in front of the high-speed shells. The rushing car was bombarded into pieces, and the Qing soldiers hiding inside scattered from the shattering car like cockroaches trampled to death.

The Qing army, which was originally not very morale, was in a state of depression, but the flag on the Shoushan Mountain had not changed yet, and the war drums behind them were still ringing. They could only push a ladder and carry a flight ladder and slowly move towards the moat under the protection of shield chariots and shields. Behind them were cannon fodder carrying wood and pushing the carts. The task of these people was to fill the moat.

Without cannons, attacking is very troublesome.

It is no longer possible for them to concentrate cannons to collapse a certain section of the city wall as they did in the past.

Now they have to use their lives to bump into it.

The archers and bird gunmen behind them were constantly firing, and bullets and feather arrows flew densely toward the city wall. Behind the solid archers and bird gunmen on the city wall were also constantly fighting back, but it was obvious that they were much more calm than the Qing army. Without the threat of the opposite cannons, the brick archers hanging on the heads of the Qing army made them immune to most attacks.

The attacking Qing army had no real trustworthy protection, and their fallen bodies soon covered the wilderness outside Ningyuan City.

Yang Feng was still commanding his cannon.

He kept destroying all the large-scale siege weapons of the Qing army, chariots, ladders, and even morale-boosting war drums. All these high-value targets were turned into pieces in the volleys of ten cannons.

He was like a protective umbrella, supporting a safe enough sky for the Ming army at the head of Ningyuan, allowing them to use their weapons to kill the Qing army under this sky. In other directions of Ningyuan, this scene was also staged. Dorgon's army was all here, and 80,000 Qing troops launched an attack from all sides with a scattered momentum.

Weiyuan Sect is just the main attacking face.

The other Chunhe Gate, Yongning Gate and even Yanhun Gate facing south were attacked. They wanted to use their strongest power to break through the castle that had blocked them for twenty years in one fell swoop.

"I am here, Dorgon, come and die!"

Yang Feng stood at Weiyuan Gate and shouted arrogantly with his giant bow.

"Dorgon, come here and die!"

The Ming soldiers on both sides of him were also yelling in unison.

Just as the roar of the tsunami, Yang Feng jumped onto a modified side van, like a general from the Spring and Autumn Period, standing on the horse-drawn chariot, taking the arrow handed by the Jinyiwei beside him and pulling the giant bow. At the same time, the horse pulling the cart took a step forward slowly. Just as the chariot was driving, Yang Feng loosened the bowstring in his hand, and the giant arrow roared out, sweeping through the sky with red tail feathers. In a blink of an eye, a Qing army general who was commanding the battle was nailed to the ground more than a hundred meters away.

"Kill the Tartars, I'm with you!"

On the galloping chariot, Yang Feng kept calling out the Qing army officers outside the city with his giant bow, and kept shouting at the Ming soldiers passing by.

He was wearing three layers of armor inside and covered with the oversized dragon robe outside, like a flag, constantly moving on the Ningyuan city wall. As he moved, the sharp arrows of one and a half meters were constantly shooting out, and almost every arrow shot a Qing army officer to death. So when he saw his figure moving over, the Qing army, who was charging, subconsciously stopped and quickly protected himself with a shield. The officer rushed into the most dense area of ​​the soldiers at the fastest speed. But this was useless. The bows and arrows that were supposed to be used on the crossbow were not blocked by the shields. In most cases, they were shot through with people and shields.

The morale of the Qing army fell to the valley.

The morale of the Ming army was almost bursting. Amid the emperor's shouts, the arrows and bullets in their hands continued to fire out, while the cannons and Fran aircraft also loaded shotguns and kept bombarding the Qing army's infantry at close range. The Qing army's corpses were piled up outside the city, and some places had even begun to stop moving.

After all, those Qing troops were not machines.

The Eight Banners are brave, but it does not mean that they are not afraid of death. They have no cannons, no rushing cars, and even the ladders are almost knocked out. They can only use the simplest weapons to attack a castle that they have not conquered for twenty years. There is also a monster-level general on the castle, as well as countless strongly-motivated soldiers and the cannons and bird guns in their hands. This is completely a waste of their lives. As Yang Feng shot around the city, more and more Qing troops slowed down, and even some generals began to retreat.

Yang Feng's giant bow is a specialty to kill officers.

In just a few battles, the officers of the Qing army's Niulu level shot him to kill twenty-one, five Jiala, and two third-class Melezhangjings, Yild and Li Sizhong. If we count Aiduli, who was not killed by him but was killed indirectly by him, the generals alone would almost bring up a whole flag. Wuniuli one Jiala, twenty-one Niulu is four more Jiala, and five Jiala is one whole flag, just paired with Aiduli, a Gushan, which commands the flag affairs. With the two Melezhangjings on the left and right, there are still four Niulu, or a complete flag.

Now the Qing army generals were frightened when they saw Yang Feng.

But Dorgon was still urging to promote the attack.

The Qing generals looked at Yang Feng, who could be said to be showing off his might in Ningyuan City, and then looked at the flag on the foot of the mountain representing the continued attack. They gritted their teeth and rubbed forward one by one. Fortunately, they were numerous. After leaving countless dead bodies, the Qing army finally arrived at the moat in front of Weiyuan Gate, which was the main attacker. Then they struck one by one, and the cannon fodder behind them was pushing cars and carrying wooden cannon fodder began to rush forward like crazy, preparing to fill the moat with already deep water.

At the same time, the firepower on the city walls was even denser, especially those cannons and Fran aircraft, who used shotguns to directly sweep them at such a distance.

The cannon fodders who were actually slaves were trapped on the city wall, and the Qing army drove them behind them, fell down like slaughtered livestock. Many people even filled the dead bodies into the moat. Anyway, their task was to fill out the passage, and filling the dead bodies with them could be considered as completing the task.

Fortunately, these cannon fodders were still very useful. Thousands of dead bodies and the earthwork they carried filled into the moat, and a barely accessible attack surface was finally filled out. Then the heavily armored Qing infantry rushed towards the city wall without hesitation, braved the Ming army artillery fire. While falling down like those cannon fodders, a flight ladder finally landed on the city wall. Qing soldiers with shields and heads guarding their heads and holding lancets began to climb upwards.

The Ming army on the city wall bluntly with stone wolf teeth and other things, pushing down the ladders with wooden bars, and even smashing lime bottles down. What's more, it's boiled manure soup, and it's also a manure soup with poison.
Chapter completed!