"Stay steady, keep calm, don't fire!"

Huang Ming, the commander of the first battalion of the Land War Brigade, lay on the bush of arrows and raised a loaded rifle, stared at the Qing army charging outside the city, and kept shouting to stop the soldiers who were moving.

The latter does have reason to move.

Tens of thousands of troops were carrying countless ladders and pushing ancient shields, and even holding shields as funny as they were holding shields. The scene of the turbulent tide in the wilderness was extremely spectacular. At this time, all the cannons on the city walls and on the sea river were rushing towards the ant-like tide. The shells kept exploding in the Qing army. The corpses thrown by the explosion were like splashes of water. The smoke of gunpowder and the clouds in the sky made the whole world a depressing gray. The countless corpses in the wilderness where the Qing army passed were soaked in blood, like charming flowers blooming in hell. The injured and undead Qing soldiers wriggled like maggots in this strange blood-colored flower, while the ones ahead were still moving forward one after another.

Speaking of the courage of the Qing army at this moment, even the Ming soldiers were amazed by it.

After all, this is crazy.

Of course, this is purely forced into a dead end.

After all, this is not the British and French coalition forces or the Eight-Nation coalition forces. The latter will not clean up those hardcore crops. They can grab some money at most, and they may not care about the money of ordinary hardcore crops. They have treasure houses to dig for who cares about their little money, so the hardcore crops can only make the meaning of it. It is impossible to really fight bloody for the Qing Dynasty.

But Mingjun is different!

No matter whether men, women, old and young, they might be able to take away all the demon wind, and they would lose all their property, land and power, and even their lives might be gone. Even if they don’t try to refine the demon wind, they would be sent to Nanyang as coolies and to use women as horses for gold hunters as horses. That would never be tolerated. For the sake of their lives and property, these Eight Banners athletes who have been abandoned for a hundred years now seem to be possessed by their ancestors, rushing into Tianjin City like a terrifying group of corpses in the Resident Evil. In the face of their madness, hundreds of shells fell every minute are obviously not enough.

By the way, this requires a dense array.

Because they ran desperately, they were actually close to scattered soldiers, but the interval was still very dense, but there were actually not many shells per round, not to mention that the Ming army's shells had not yet evolved to the explosive level, and like the nine-jin flowering shells, it was actually equivalent to an m24 grenade.

The shells really can't stop them.

This terrifying tide continues to close the distance at a speed of more than fifty feet per minute.

All the Ming soldiers on the city walls were all tied to the trigger, staring at the ants-like Qing army with a hint of nervousness. Under their gaze, a general wearing a yellow jacket, with a rattan card in one hand and a knife in the other, roaring forward in an exaggerated manner. Soon he rushed to the two hundred-meter line that had been drawn before. Huang Ming, who was also staring at him, picked up the firing needle and aimed at it with a very fast action...

"Open fire!"

He yelled while pulling the trigger.

The gunshot suddenly rang out, and the yellow jacket on the opposite side shook hard, then knelt on the ground with a knife.

At this time, a soldier next to Huang Ming turned the handle of the Green Cannon. At the moment when the thunderous sound sounded, all the Ming soldiers who were waiting for the troops also pulled the trigger. The storm-like bullets caused the Qing army vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"Kill!"

The yellow jacket suddenly stood up and roared forward again.

The Qing army behind him didn't know whether it was brave or not, and followed him forward, and then dense bullets hit them all the time, and the dead bodies fell down one after another, but the yellow jacket was still staggering forward. Soon he was the first to rush to the moat, and behind him more soldiers rushed over with bullets, and could not even stop rushing into the river directly. Fortunately, due to the siltation, the water depth of the moat was not yet to be overwhelmed by the overhead, so he could barely wade through the water. The Tianjin wall was originally disrepaired, and of course no one would dredge the moat. At most, it could only be said to be a stinky ditch, but the moat was wider and the silt was deeper and the mud was deeper.

The Qing soldiers rushed into the moat like dumplings and carried the ladder to the city.

But while these people were struggling in the mud and smelly water, their companions who arrived behind had to stop.

Then more and more Qing troops arrived...

Huang Ming and his subordinates no longer cared about crossing the river, but instead took advantage of the opportunity of the Qing army's maximum congestion and aimed all their firepower behind them.

The Ming soldiers were condescending, and they could even see the bullets they shot through the bodies of the two Qing soldiers at once, including those machine gunners. All the Ming soldiers were yelling excitedly and shooting at the fastest speed, not only on their side, but also on the west side of Tianjin City and two-thirds of the south side, all of which had begun this kind of battle comparable to meat grinders.

Relying on the absolute number of advantages, after paying the price of thousands of casualties, the Qing army began to attack the moat. When they slowed down due to the river water and silt and even crowded behind, all the rifles and machine guns of the Ming army were also firing at them frantically. There were 42 Green guns on the city wall, and more than 3,000 firing rifles from four battalions, which could shoot more than 100,000 bullets per minute. This terrifying firepower instantly created a layer of piles of corpse walls on the bank of the moat. The blood of the Eight Banners athletes poured into the dirty river water, and soon the river water turned dark red.

Du Minga didn't know this. He and the Qing army beside him who rushed into the moat first had no idea that they were deliberately let go to prevent their companions from forming enough thickness for killing.

He was rubbed by bullets under his ribs and rushed to the north bank of the moat with all his might, amid the blocking of the river and silt. As soon as he stepped on the bank where hope was, he let out a fanatical roar, and at the same time, a flying ladder behind him began to prepare for the final charge.

"quick!"

He yelled with his blood-red eyes.

At this moment, an arm suddenly poked out from the city wall, and a small hammer-like thing was held in the front of the arm. Then a familiar face appeared on the marquee. The man then stretched out his other hand and pulled it hard behind the hammer handle of the small hammer...

"Master Du, I'm so kind to pay your respects!"

The man said with a smile.

Then his hand relaxed, and the little hammer fell straight under Duxing's feet.

Du Xing'a looked at him blankly.

Suddenly, his eyes were red...

At the same time, countless militiamen on the city wall threw thousands of grenades at the Qing army under the city. Under the city wall that stretched for several miles, thousands of firepower broke through the Ming army. Finally, they reached the Qing army under the city wall, and were immediately flooded by the smoke of the explosion of heavy black gunpowder grenades.

"Zhu Tuo is not playing like this!"

Yang Shenhuang said with emotion on the Guiji Gate Tower.

At this time, the Qing army was already defeated, and they could not defeat. This was purely hitting steel with flesh and blood. As long as the rattle was still sounding, many people were not enough to fill it in. After the courage was shattered, these Eight Banners athletes revealed their true colors and rushed back and fled desperately. Their harvest was just to pile up a thick wall of corpses by the moat. At least ten thousand corpses of the Qing army built this spectacular project. Their blood turned the moat into a river of blood, and floating corpses swayed in the blood. Of course, the battle was not over. The fleeing Qing army had to escape from the Ming army's one thousand-meter firepower net. In fact, no surprise, they had to leave at least 20,000 corpses under the city of Tianjin.

His move is too cruel.

Because of the moat, the Qing army, which had to be crowded together, jumped into the meat grinder by itself. Two bullets could penetrate even three machine gun bullets at once. The dense Qing army was crowded there and slaughtered them casually.

It can be said that he completely destroyed the morale of the Qing army in this moment.

This battle also caused almost the blood of the Eight Banners of Beijing to drain. They were all the Eight Banners stationed in Beijing. This is the foundation of our Qing Dynasty! Without these people, the Qing Dynasty was left with only Zhang Pi. Those gentry could knead Daoguang as they pleased. Basically, the Qing army controlled the area became a state of great power and blessings in history. What he needed next was to drive Daoguang to Xi'an. This was not difficult. As long as he threatened Beijing at any time, or even fought Beijing, so that the Qing capital was in a state of insecurity at all times, then Daoguang would have to run away. Although Shenyang was a backup, he could land in Dagukou and of course he could land in Gaizhou or even Niuzhuang.

Shenyang is also within the range he can threaten at any time.

What's more, the Northeast was deserted and the people were scarce and could not be maintained at all.

So where is more suitable than Xi'an?

Once Daoguang moved the capital to Xi'an, Gansu would be the back of the Qing Dynasty, and there would be no more chaos there. Daoguang would use the gentry from Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Hubei, Guang and Huai River to restrain the Ming army, and use the gentry from Zhili to restrain the Ming army in the north. He would use all his strength to solve the northwest. At the same time, he would consolidate the army in Guanzhong and rely on the Mongolian troops and the elite Eight Banners of the northwest to rebuild the army. In this way, he could control the provinces of the Central Plains. With the Taihang and Guhan's resilience to defend Guanzhong and Shanxi, and there would still be hope for the northwest. This was Daoguang's only choice. Even if Guanzhong was still not guaranteed, he could still delay his retreat to Sichuan. In short, there would be a support for the capital to Guanzhong and Guanzhong.

That's all.

In this way, there is no need to worry about the Northwest tragedy.

Neither Daoguang nor the gentry of Shaanxi and Gansu would allow such a thing to happen. Even if they make some concessions, they would not cause a fire in the backyard. Yang Feng only wanted to be in a mess there, and everything else was not worth mentioning. Anyway, he would have to sweep it in the end.

"Send a report to the Military Grain City, ordering the Second Land Battle Brigade 1 and Third Battalions to withdraw from the Military Grain City and Xianshuigu, and all of them will be transferred to Tianjin. We will not stay in Tianjin anymore, so we will go directly to Beijing!"
Chapter completed!