Since you are a god, of course you must look like a god. It is better to avoid such things as carrying a big sword to charge into the formation. White clothes are like snow and singing and dancing, and then the masts and oars are gone in the ashes in the blink of an eye. This is the demeanor of a god.

Besides, there is also danger of charging into battle.

After all, this era was not the Southern Song Dynasty. Although the Qing army's firepower was only at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the large number of mountain-splitting cannons, guns, and even clay pot grenades could threaten his safety.

Especially the number of guns is large.

At this time, the development of Qing army equipment tended to go from heavy to light. The number of red-clothed cannons in the infantry back then was getting smaller and smaller in the number of small cannons of dozens and hundreds of pounds was increasing. My favorite thing was this kind of gun-free and no cannons. Although this thing was not effective in actual combat, it happened to restrain him. It was almost impossible to shoot a cannon and attack him in sneak attacks. But this thing could catch him off guard by sneaking him. If someone accidentally lets someone raise a pole at close range in the chaos army and shoots his head at a close distance, even if the titanium alloy helmet can block it, it is not guaranteed that the bulletproof glass mask can block it. It is half a pound of projectiles, and hitting the head will break the neck. If the head is really knocked off on the battlefield, no one will install it for him.

This is the safest way to be a charlatan. A container-type liquid lv tank on a container ship in the Port of Hawaii easily solved the army that shouldered all the hopes of Qianlong.

That was dozens of tons of liquid.

The liquid pouring downwards quickly turned into a terrifying lv energy under normal pressure, and then spread eastward along the wilderness between Zijin Mountain and Mufu Mountain through the west wind, and quickly swallowed the Eight Banners army marching in this wilderness from front to back. The two barriers of Zijin Mountain and Mufu Mountain ensured that it would not spread to other places, at least not hurt ordinary people before the concentration decreased. In fact, there were no ordinary people around. This area was a battlefield, and ordinary people had already escaped into Nanjing or ran to

I hid on Zijin Mountain or Baohua Mountain, and the Liver LV fell between Hongshan, Baigu Mountain and Mufu Mountain. Because the west wind could not blow to Shencemen to the west, so there was no need to worry about hurting the city. It might spread a little to the south, but to the south is Xuanwu Lake, and the three thousand meters of lake surface is the best barrier. Unless the wind turns sharply at this time, it is only blowing to the Yangtze River. The only thing that can pose a threat to Nanjing is that a sudden change of god turned into the northeast wind.

But the northeast wind also has a buffer of three thousand meters.

A cushion of 3,000 meters is basically enough, let’s talk about it...

Besides, God is not that blind.

The fact is indeed not surprising. The turbulent 21.6 cubic meter liquid lv created a forbidden area for death. The yellow-green fog was like the legendary poisonous miasma of death, covering at least 10,000 Eight Banners troops in the concentration of death. In the wilderness that was invisible to the outside world, the Eight Banners soldiers who came with confidence were burning with confidence in the burning air, and in the darkness of their eyes, screaming in despair, coughing desperately, coughing out the bloody phlegm burned by hydrochloric acid, and curling up on the ground with a hunched over and twitching, waiting for death. No one could be spared. Even if they escaped from the fog, they would just die in another place.

The damage of lv Qi cannot be solved by the medical level of this era. Even if you escape the disaster for the time being, you will just wait for death.

And the fog continued to spread, swallowing more and more Qing troops behind it.

The Qing army collapsed immediately.

There was nothing that could not collapse in this situation. As the yellow-green fog approached me, all those who were stained with this thing were blind and then coughed like tuberculosis, and finally they coughed into a steamed shrimp-like shape. While they kept flowing with tears and snot, they kept spitting out red foam-like sputum. Soon they began to twitch and breathe. This strange scene made the entire battlefield gushing with cold wind, and the phlegm immediately made the Eight Banners Army from Beijing remember the horror of their enemies.

That's not a human.

That's a demon!

Obviously this is the demon's magic.

Such a cruel magic is like a plague, and it is not something they can fight against. Since this is the case, they can only escape. Starting from the Eight Banners Army, tens of thousands of Qing troops began an irreversible collapse. The frightened soldiers discarded all their cannons, muskets, armor and ammunition, crowded and trampled on each other, running back like collapsed quicksand. The cavalry defeated the infantry, the Eight Banners defeated the Green Camp, and even Fu Kang'an's personal soldiers were washed away. Fortunately, he himself was a long-standing battlefield. Under the protection of his personal soldiers, he cut a path with a knife, and was not overwhelmed by the collapse of tens of thousands of troops.

But his ambitious final battle was over.

He was defeated on the whole line without even seeing the enemy's appearance, and he also discarded almost all his weapons and ammunition.

"Hmph, overestimate one's own abilities!"

Seeing the fog beginning to dissipate, the corpses of the Eight Banners Army gradually revealed, Yang Xianzun said contemptuously.

Then he turned around and left.

He went down the city wall directly, then got on a convertible four-wheeled carriage, took the fairy boy and the guard of honor holding the halberd, and went straight to the imperial city. The famous ji and band behind him quickly packed up and went back to serve the immortals. As for the rest, there was no need for the immortals to worry about.

In fact, he doesn't need to worry about it at all.

This is not the first time that the military and civilians in Nanjing have experienced such a thing. The Immortal Lord took action to kill the enemy. They were responsible for cleaning the battlefield and picking up good things. Seeing that the poisonous fog was gradually disappearing from sight, Yang An quickly commanded the people in the city to go out, quickly picked up cannons and bird guns and other weapons all over the ground among the dense corpses of clear demons, and then sent them directly to the defenders who were fighting in the other two directions.

These are all good things.

This group of Eight Banners Army was almost completely firearmed.

From the heavy artillery at the level of the Divine Power Invincible General's cannon to the mountain-splitting cannon with a number of equipment of almost one-quarter, and even the General Weiyuan cannon with a level of mortar cannon that can actually open the flower bullets. It can be said that all are good things that can be obtained on the European battlefield in this era, not to mention tens of thousands of combs, and even a small number of rotary wheels and muskets.

This was all taken directly to the other side of Nanjing to greet Qing Yao.

The heads of the Eight Banners soldiers were cut off, and the flags were picked up, and even the flags discarded by Fukang'an were picked up. These things were thrown out directly at Zhengyang Gate and Chaoyang Gate, especially the eye-catching flags on Fukang'an, and the heads that kept throwing them out, the Qing army attacking outside the city did not understand what was going on!

Even Fukang'an's flag was taken away by others and they even fucked them!

Thousands of Eight Banners elite soldiers were thrown out and they must have been defeated there!

The elite soldiers of the Eight Banners were defeated and they even fucked them!

They were originally restrained.

Their mission is just to disperse the defenders' forces to let Fukang'an concentrate his efforts to attack the city. Now that the protagonists are defeated, they are even fartful, not to mention that after obtaining the captured firearms, the firepower on the city wall suddenly surged, and they have already been beaten torment.

So the two routes also retreated quickly.

The defenders in the city did not pursue. In fact, to this day, the real Holy Cult Army in Nanjing only had one brigade, and less than one battalion had flintlock guns. The others were still clamping guns, and even the queues were not well arranged. The other 15,000 were green camps that turned against each other. Their number was the bandit army, with five thousand men as a brigade, and they formed three brigades. These were considered regular troops, and the rest were all militia volunteers. Such strength could be defended with the dense cannons on the city wall and the city wall, but there was probably not much hope to tell the city and the Qing army's field battle. They were difficult to hold on to the cavalry. The first brigade in Xiangyang could defeat the Eight Banners in the field because they had five hundred elite soldiers trained by Yang Feng as backbones, and there were all steel pipe brown basses. However, the Second brigade in Nanjing had not equipped weapons for less than a month in training!

At least this year, Yang Feng has never thought of attacking.

All he needs is to train the army, create more weapons, complete at least two brigades before the end of the year, and then consider the issue of external attacks. Anyway, there is enough food in Nanjing, and at least he will not be short of food before the end of the year. As long as there is no shortage of food, there will be no pressure for external attacks. As for the outside matters, it will be left to those believers. His repeated victory in Nanjing is the guarantee of the confidence of these believers and also an encouragement to the people of the world.

After all, this is Nanjing.

In the end, this victory did not change the situation of Nanjing being besieged. After Fu Kangan retreated to Zhenjiang, he collected the remaining soldiers and found that he had more than 10,000 deaths of 20,000 Eight Banners, and 3,000 and 2,000 who lost their combat effectiveness. In other words, he had 5,000 Eight Banners who escaped this disaster...

This is a big deal!

Even his weapons and ammunition were lost, and now there are less than ten cannons in his hand!

Fu Kangan, who was in tears, redeployed the defense line while giving him memorials...

Apologize to his wild father.

He knew very well that he would not think about it after attacking Nanjing. Even if he could assemble a large army, he would not be able to withstand the destruction of the demon in the past. Since he had just accepted his fate, what he needed to do now is to stop the demon from letting him come out. He had to build a steel defense line around Nanjing. He had to do his best to build a fortress, relying on the surrounding cities such as Zhenjiang, Jurong, and Lishui, dig trenches, pile up city walls, and build castles. In short, Nanjing must be completely blocked and the demon and his men trapped in this city. However, in this way, he still needed to recruit more soldiers, he needed more money, more food, and more everything he needed.

To put it simply, it is necessary to make his wild father exploit the people more cruelly.

But this is not easy to deal with!

His wild father's place is also very troublesome now!

The people in the world are no longer allowed to be slaughtered by them.

People's hearts are not as good as ancient times, and there are fewer and fewer honest and obedient little sheep!
Chapter completed!