Ming Jun, who was searching, stepped on it hard and spitted: "What are you looking at? A dead slave."

Li Pinggui turned a blind eye, patted the gray on his hand and slapped on the roof, lay on the roof and tidied up his hat and helmet. He seemed to be fighting fiercely everywhere in front, back, left and right. It was so lively that he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. The city was broken and still

Can you defend it? The battle between trapped beasts is now fighting, and the battalions are now robbing me. The first batch of me who entered the city is behind. How can I reason about it? When my eyes turn, Li Pinggui also has a constitution.

Be familiar with the terrain, Fushunbei will not get lost even if he closes his eyes.

After turning over the room, Li Pinggui urged: "Don't smash it, it's too slow, climb over the wall!"

Dozens of subordinates leaned against the wall quickly, crossed their hands and sat on the horse. Two short soldiers shook their cotton armor, took a few steps back to run, and climbed up the wall and raised their crossbow and shot.

.Screaming out loud, Li Pinggui had a clear mind. He climbed over the walls and alleys to clear away the remnants of the Han army. The advantage is that he could go straight to the Central Palace and quickly penetrate to the prefect of the old Fushun City Prefecture. Now it is the location of the camp of the barbarian army.

, grab the first skill.

"The heroes who crossed the south, revived the good generals, and pacified the Jin Dynasty to drive the troops."

Li Pinggui hummed a little song and climbed up to the wall. Dozens of Ming army soldiers walked through the streets and alleys, gradually disintegrating the resistance of the Han army flag, and destroying it, and killing it in Fushun City.

At night, Fushun South Gate.

The fire flashed, and the Fushun South City Gate was another scene, tragic, hell on earth.

A large number of white flags, a small number of white flags, and yellow flags cavalry broke through frantically, but were blocked by the Kaiyuan artillery battalion, which was maneuvering along the slide rail. An artillery post was just moving from the west gate to the south gate, and it hit thousands of eight.

The flag soldiers broke through, and the artillery whistle hurriedly removed the cannon from the track, and set it up and bombed the city gate, blocking the broken cavalry back. The city gate was very narrow, and with the continuous line of field cannons

Unloaded from the slide rails, a large number of ammunition was continuously transported to the source. Dorgon and his four thousand flag soldiers were blocked at the city gate and could not break through.

The sound of cannons rumbled, causing smoke and dust to hit the southern Fushun city gate, and the brick walls to peel off.

The noise was too big. Ma Cheng and his personal military camp arrived. When they saw the flag soldiers who were breaking through the siege, they were shocked and hurriedly ordered the cavalry to gather and stand by. Four or five thousand genuine Eight Banners were old. How could it be if they were let go? Thanks.

The cannon moved too fast on the slide, otherwise Dorgon would have been let go.

Under the night, the sound of cannons in the south city gate rumbled.

The torch was flew, and Macheng looked at the south city gate with a thousand-mile mirror. The Eight Banners soldiers broke through in the narrow city gate, and two or three cavalry rushed out of the city frantically, but were as many as four artillery posts from the Ming army and twenty-four gates.

The cannons blocked and bombarded violently. Twenty-four cannons bombarded a southern city gate. It was really a way out of heaven and no way into the ground. There were incomplete corpses of people and horses everywhere outside the city gate. The enemy cavalry had already suffered heavy casualties and injuries.

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Ma Cheng was ecstatic and felt a sense of time and space disorder. He seemed to see the Qing cavalry in later generations rushing towards the advanced artillery positions of the Eight-Nation Alliance in despair. Such a similar scene only happened in different eras. Riding a selected war horse and wearing a dress

The Eight Banners soldiers with two or even three layers of armor were desperate and futile, and rushed out of the city gate in waves and were soon bombarded by the four artillery whistles, which made the people overturned.

What a tragic scene it was when the cavalry was directly hit by cannons, and even the men and horses were blown apart.

Half of his life was wiped by the bouncing shells. The horse's legs and human arms were wiped away. The broken corpse rolled in a pool of blood, screaming.

Inside the city gate, Dorgon's face was pale and his hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably. He never expected that the Ming people's cannons were moving so fast. He was bombarding the urn city at the west gate just now, and flew to the south gate in the blink of an eye.

But he can't blame him for being stupid. This is a strange thing that exceeds his common sense. If something exceeds human common sense, it is inevitable that there will be problems in judgment. So four or five thousand full of Eight Banners were hardened by more than twenty field guns.

It was blocked.

Dorgon trembled his hands and feet and cried fiercely: "Crush, rush, and you can't rush out, you will die."

The Eight Banners Vests in front, back, left and right, and the white armor did not say a word, lined up and rushed out, always feeling a little tragic, but the city gate was narrow and could only allow four horses to run in parallel, two or three horses rushed out side by side, without saying a word

He was killed by cannons, his broken limbs and his arms flew high, and blood flowed into a river. Ma Cheng looked at the Eight Banners' old foundation and died in batches, and felt extremely happy. He wanted to escape, but what did he do before dark.

Another artillery sentry arrived along the slide rail. As more and more cannons arrived, Dorgon couldn't fly. Shen Liang was ecstatic and shouted and commanded the infantry to set up a horse and dig up a horse.

The troops gathered in the Kaiyuan were gathered in a shrill sound of bamboo whistle, and they were organized to form a fire gun array.

Rows of them lined up outside the Fushun South Gate, and a musket was aimed at the city gate.

The sound of cannons gradually subsided, and the overheated field cannons needed to cool down. The bombardment lasted for half an hour, and even the air was filled with choking smoke. Looking at the miserable miserable south gate of Fushun, the 58-Banners soldiers died on the spot.

They all rushed out in a group of ways, and were killed by cannons. The scent of the charred body could be smelled from two miles away. The old soldiers of the Five Hundred and Eight Banners died worthlessly, causing the city gate to be inside.

Dorgon was desperate.

clang!

Dorgon drew his battle knife and turned over the horse, shouting ferociously: "The Ming people's cannon cannot be fired. Let's fight out, let's take a step first!"

Mr. Beile tried his best. Although the soldiers of the flags and flags on the street were timid, they still beat horses one after another after another. With their superb riding skills, they crossed the dense corpses of the horse and launched the final desperate charge. They are all the old foundations of the Eight Banners.

The blood of countless Ming people was stained on his hands. If it fell into the hands of Kaiyuan Mingjun, life would be worse than death. Kaiyuan Mingjun always killed all the bannermen, leaving no living mouths, and could not rush out.

It's a dead end.

Dorgon was crazy and encouraged: "Crush, rush, the Ming people's cannons can't be fired!"

The sound of horse hooves came, and the breakout cavalry army composed of four thousand elite soldiers of each flag stepped on the densely packed human corpses and horse corpses, and rushed outside the city without a whole team. They used their own skills on horseback and hid under the horse's belly.

Hiding in the belly of a horse, rolling on the back, and roaring to charge towards the Ming army brigade. The sound of horse hooves roared, and more and more enemy cavalry were rushing out of the Fushun South Gate, and the flag soldiers rolled and howled on the horse's back, with murderous intent.

Eight hundred steps, the shrill bamboo whistles in the Ming army formed a whole.

"rise!"

A musket was mounted on the bracket, and the fuse was flashing, and a black muzzle was pressed against a dark blue metallic luster.

"put!"
Chapter completed!