"This is the real bloody battle!"

Yang Feng stood on the chariot and said with emotion as he looked at the Qing army's breakthrough in front of him.

There can be said to be a sea of ​​corpses and blood. The dead bodies piled up under the city wall were almost half the height of the city wall, and they extended diagonally outward like a landslide mountain. The Qing army, who was still rushing forward while stepping on the corpses, reminded him of the zombies in the Resident Evil movie. The city wall had turned blood red. This was not only the blood of the Qing army, but also the blood of the Ming army on the city wall. The two sides had even begun to fight in close combat. The lancet in the hands of the heavy infantry of the Qing army covered with shields and the Ming army's spear on the city wall, and the blood of killing each other was constantly colliding. The Qing army in the most dangerous place had even rushed up the city wall and was fighting fiercely with the Ming army. Their corpses kept falling down the city wall. Behind the passage filled with corpses, countless Qing troops were crowded forward.

I have to say that the Eight Banners are indeed brave.

Even with such severe casualties, they were still moving forward fearlessly without receiving the order to retreat. It is no wonder that they have been rampant for decades.

But unfortunately...

“It’s time to end!”

Yang Feng said this and suddenly changed into a hideous smile, then he jumped out of the chariot and reached out to pick up a giant gunpowder bag he loved from behind the city wall.

"ignition!"

His Majesty the Emperor said.

An entourage's Jinyiwei immediately pested the fire slit on the fuse. At the moment when Mars burst, he lay down without hesitation. Almost at the same time, His Majesty the Emperor shook the killer with an actual weight of nearly 200 kilograms upwards, and then danced on his head like a meteor hammer.

Behind the Qing army outside the city, a general who was commanding the battle subconsciously screamed, then turned around like crazy and knocked away the subordinates behind and ran back. Then all the Qing army attacking saw this scene and saw the killing god wearing a dragon robe on the city wall, and of course the huge gunpowder bag above his head dancing into a shadow and throwing out Mars. So the Qing army that originally hit the city wall like a flood turned around and fled back in a mess.

"Shoot, fire, block him!"

A general who had not run away among them yelled desperately, and raised his hand to chop over a soldier trying to escape.

Immediately afterwards, the bird gunman beside him aimed at Yang Feng and pulled the trigger, especially the high-speed gunpowder pack above Yang Feng's head, which was the primary target of attack. Bullets roared out in the smoke of black gunpowder, but disappeared from Yang Feng like a mud cow into the sea. Whether he was three layers of heavy armor or gunpowder tied with multiple layers of quilts, cotton armor, raw cowhide and iron chains, these bullets could not attack, and Yang Feng could not make such a low-level mistake.

"Monster, monster!"

The Qing army was even more chaotic now.

Especially when thinking about his various horror legends, the Qing army, who had accumulated too much fear of him, always broke out at this moment. Amid the roar of the unlucky general, the escaped Qing army instantly knocked him down and drowned him directly. Several Baoyi was about to step forward to save his master, but then he was also knocked down by the defeated soldiers and stepped on his feet. At this time, all the Qing army in front of Yang Feng were fleeing desperately.

But unfortunately it's too late.

Just when they were in a mess, Yang Feng yelled and let go of his hand.

The gunpowder pack flew out with the sound of wind and instantly reached thirty meters away. The terrifying fire ball exploded like a tearing space, and the lava-colored waves slapped down violently.

Below are countless Qing troops crowded together.

The Ming army, including their emperor, did not even take a look at the spectacular scene. Everyone hugged their heads and lay behind the female wall. Then the violent waves of air accompanied by the loud noise of the sky and the earth cracked, clamped countless pieces of human body, and they rushed through their heads like hurricanes. Even a Franc machine was almost overturned by this terrifying force recently. The blood rain of broken limbs and arms was then smashed down like hail, and even many fell into the city wall.

"It's so cruel!"

After the explosion, Yang Feng got up with a bloody minced meat, lay behind the female wall and looked outside the city in horror.

The Qing army was originally rushing into the breakthrough point across the moat, but now there is no living person. The passage filled with cannon fodder corpses is actually less than fifty meters wide. Because it is eager to break through the defense on the city wall, all the Qing army around are rushing into the breakthrough point. Therefore, the density is quite large, almost like the ant on the candy cube. The power of his gunpowder pack is not wasted at all. Even the city wall is rushing up, plus the back

The reinforcements were basically centered on the explosion point. No one within a radius of 30 meters was spared from death or injury. It was estimated that in terms of the number, not only one thousand people were. Especially in order to be able to tie and strengthen to the maximum extent, the outside of his gunpowder bag was covered with iron chains. These iron chains basically acted as loading iron nails and broken glass. The result of the explosion of ten meters at a height of 10 meters was that the broken iron blocks of women were like flowers scattered, and even nearly forty meters away, countless Qing troops were struggling and wailing on the ground.

The two armies on the entire battlefield were stunned by him again. The Qing army outside the explosion range were all stunned and looked at the breakthrough point that was suddenly photographed.

"One more!"

Suddenly, Yang Feng roared.

After coaxing, all the Qing soldiers turned around and ran without hesitation. Even those who had already started climbing the city wall jumped down like crazy and ran away.

Behind them was a burst of laughter.

Yang Feng scared them.

This thing is not something he could have if he wanted to have it. There are only 30,000 kilograms of gunpowder in Ningyuan City now. Thanks to Huang Fei's warships, all of which were left, he could only make more than 300. This thing is only special, such as when the Qing army is densely together, otherwise it would not have been blown up a few people. The first time he was because of the explosion of infantry phalanx, the infantry phalanx used to deal with cavalry must be as dense as possible. This time, the battlefield environment forced the Qing army to be as dense as possible. However, if the explosion of cavalry did not shock the Qing army's war horses that actually killed and injured a hundred Qing army.

Moreover, these gunpowder must be supplied with cannons and more than 3,000 bird guns. In fact, he still has to save money. You must know that these bird guns alone will have to be hundreds of kilograms at a time.

There is no gunpowder factory here.

Of course, no matter what, this round of attack has been over. After the Qing army of Weiyuan Sect was defeated, all the Qing army of other sects also retreated. Their losses were also huge. Although they did not suffer a big explosion, Yang Feng's giant bow alone shot hundreds of them. Coupled with the Ming army's artillery bombardment, the Qing army suffered no less than five thousand in this round of attack. This number is already quite terrifying, especially for an almost invincible army. Such casualties not only bring about pure loss of military strength, but also more importantly, morale has been severely damaged. Look at their embarrassing appearance when they were defeated, you will know that they are already scared.

"How many brothers are we killed or injured?"

Yang Feng asked Tang Yu.

"Your Majesty, there are not many. There are only two hundred dead and less than three hundred injured. Thanks to Your Majesty's divine cannons, in fact, the most fiercer thing in the Tatars attacked the city was the red-clothed cannon. In the past, most of the cities we were captured were bombarded with cannons by them, and then they rushed into the city through the gap. Now their cannons have no chance to go to the battlefield in front of His Majesty. Just climbing the city wall and attacking hard is no big deal."

Tang Yu said with a smile.

This casualties are indeed not worth mentioning compared to the Qing army's casualties, especially the vast majority of the Ming army's casualties can be cured, but the injury of the Qing army is equivalent to half of its life being removed, so the final real deaths of both sides will be even greater. For the Ming army, it can be described as incredible. After all, in most cases, the casualties of the Ming army will far exceed those of the Qing army in battle, even in defense of the city.

"I'll go see the injured brothers, keep staring at the Tartars."

Yang Feng patted his shoulder and said.

"Don't worry, as long as you have your Majesty in this Ningyuan City, the Tartars will not expect to conquer this place even for a hundred years."

Tang Yu said.

"If they really fight for a hundred years, I should have died of old age!"

Yang Feng said speechlessly.

Just as he walked down the city wall, Dorgon put away his telescope expressionlessly on the foot of the mountain in the distance.

"Ah Hun, let's attack again tomorrow."

Duoduo said hatefully.

"Idiot, there will be thousands of casualties at one time. You will attack again. How many thousands of them can you spend in my Eight Banners? Can my Qing Dynasty still withstand such disasters?"

Dorgon cursed.

"Anyway, most of them are Han troops."

Duoduo whispered.

"The Han army is also the Eight Banners. How many Manchus are there in total? Without relying on them, how can our Manchus seize the flower world in the Central Plains? Remember in the future, their Eight Banners Han army, not the Han army, they are bannermen rather than Han people!"

Dorgon cursed.

"Then, what should we do?"

Duoduo said weakly.

“How?”

Dorgon sneered and said, "I sent an order to encircle the city and camp, and choose a site to build a floating bridge on the Ningyuan River. It is too far away from the city. Just avoid the range of their cannons."

"Will we go and attack Shanhaiguan with Li Zicheng?"

Duoduo asked.

"Who will be the one who will be captured by Shanhaiguan? Will Li Zicheng be so stupid to give Shanhaiguan to us? Since he will not give Shanhaiguan to us, will our Eight Banners athletes be so cheap?"

Dorgon said.

"Well?"

Duoduo was confused.

"I see if that dog emperor can hold it back!"

Dorgon looked at Ningyuan City and sneered on his own.

"Regent, Mr. Fan is here."

At this time, a guard reported.

"You, go pick it up!"

Dorgon said to Dodo.

"Why..."

Duoduo had just spoken halfway, shut up under Dorgon's stern gaze, and then walked honestly towards Fan Wencheng, who was waiting to see with a humble smile in the distance, and then walked away and muttered: "Isn't it just a woman, and she still insists on her own. Isn't that natural woman who masters enjoys slaves?"
Chapter completed!