On the second day of the second month, the dragon raised its head.

The ancestors who used dragons as their totem may not have thought that their descendants stood in the world as the strongest, for thousands of years.

Jinling is not something in the pond. Even if it is temporarily stranded, it will eventually take off.

On this day, the continuous artillery bombardment at Qingliu Pass finally ended. The days of artillery bombardment not only made the Qing soldiers' fortifications unable to continue to be built, but it was also blown up after repairs. The sound of cannons on the top of the mountain stopped, and the Qing soldiers did not slacken at all, but became even more nervous.

The soldiers of the Hutu Camp at Qingliu Pass were all fully armored and stood in front of the mountain. Hou Xuanyan was straight and leaning his shoulders slanted, looking a little funny, and said loudly: "Raising troops for a thousand days, and you will be able to use them for a moment. Those who bravely kill the enemy will be rewarded, and those who retreat in the face of the battle will be killed without mercy. One enemy will be killed by ten taels of silver, and ten people will be promoted to military officers. Okay, I won't talk nonsense. Today is the day when the entire Northern Expedition Army attacks, and our Hutu Camp is no exception."

Hou Xuanyan drew out his sword and pointed to the bottom of the mountain: "Down the mountain! Kill all the Qing soldiers, we can reward them according to their merits."

Like the sound of a monster's sob, it sounded on various fronts, and the country was filled with murderous aura.

Under Qingliu Pass, the Qing soldiers who were waiting for the battle watched countless people climb down the mountain. The dark square arrays were arranged and rushed down the mountain in an orderly manner, like a huge rock. The horse's hooves were raised and neighed, and white mist was spewing out of their mouths. The battle was about to begin.

Hou Xuanyan looked into the distance for a while. Although the battle at the foot of the mountain was fierce, it did not attract all his attention. Hou Xuanyan's mind had already flown to the vast land, every battlefield. The command of the Houtu Camp was Yan Yingyuan, which was destined to be a lasting bloody battle. After Qingliu Pass, the two sides met in close combat, and there was no strategy to play at a close distance.

On the second day of the second month of the first year of Jingyou, the two blue flags of Duke Yue, Hou Xuanyan of Yue, fought against Qingliu Pass by Jiergalang. From the early morning to the night, corpses and blood flowed all over the fields, the mountains and rivers changed color, and the world was covered with fishy smell.

Jiergalang finally retreated to Fengyang, Hou Xuanyan entered Dingyuan, and the Northern Expedition Central Army continued to advance.

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In Hanzhong Prefecture, smoke filled the gunpowder and the sound of killing sounds shook the sky. The Sichuan soldiers and the remaining soldiers of Oboi's Yellow Banners launched a final battle. Stepping on the shoulders of the so-called Manchu Batulu, Yang Zhan and his subordinates were already famous all over the world. With the continuous transport of armor and weapons from Huguang to the front line, the combat power of the Sichuan soldiers increased day by day. By this time, they had already suppressed the Yellow Banners with their numerical advantage.

Oboi's body was much thicker than that of ordinary people. His two arms were like ordinary people's calves, his shoulders were raised high, and he rode on a horse like a ferocious beast. He rushed left and right and killed countless people. Under Yang Zhan's command, the Sichuan soldiers slowly killed the Qing soldiers beside him and surrounded him and his personal soldiers with a simple tripping horses. The number of Qing soldiers was getting smaller and smaller. Although he saw his commander being besieged and wanted to kill in to rescue Oboi, he could not break through the Sichuan soldiers' wall.

Yang Zhan rode his horse from a distance, and his spear was crossed. He did not go forward to fight, but shouted: "Milt gun!"

Behind the Sichuan soldiers, a musketeer wearing a white background and red tassel and black cloth armor squatted on the ground and raised his gun to light a fire. Oboi's personal soldiers surrounded him in the middle, and these human shields were quickly shot down. Oboi's eyes were bloodshot and cursed in broken Chinese: "Don't you dare to use a bow or arrow to shoot people? You have the ability to fight."

Yang Zhan laughed at the sky with his gun, feeling the pleasure in his heart. He was born in Wu Tanhua, and his skills were good at archery and horses, but he had no intention of going forward. After laughing, he said, "Obai, killing pigs with a knife, but he has never heard pigs complain about why the butcher didn't use his teeth to decide the outcome with him. We are like people and pigs and dogs, where can we get the fairness?"

Obai was furious and screamed and pulled out the body of the personal soldiers who were falling on him. He rushed towards Yang Zhan with a big knife in his hand. Yang Zhan took the latest musket from his personal soldiers, and had just arrived from Huguang. He raised his gun and aimed, pulled the trigger, and there was flint on the bolt. He used the sparks emitted during the impact to ignite the gunpowder and a bang.

The shot hit Oboi's stomach, and white intestines flowed out. Oboi looked down and looked over and kept rushing forward. At this time, Yang Zhan had just changed his gunpowder. Fortunately, Oboi was blocked by a tripping rope. Yang Zhan raised his gun and shot him in the forehead. Oboi's martial arts had no room for display, just like a wild boar with brute force, who could only shout twice when he was slaughtered. The era of conquering the world by brute force is getting further and further...

The remaining Qing soldiers were decreasing one by one, and this was a battle without prisoners. Both sides were like fire hitting fuel, and they would not stop burning them until they could not burn them.

The troops left by Haoge's conquest of Shu were wiped out together with their commander Oboi.

On February 2nd, the Sichuan soldiers killed all the soldiers and horses left behind in the Yellow Banner and obtained the gate of Sichuan and Shu.

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In Jinan, Shandong, the soldiers gathered all the poisonous weeds, poisons and even laxatives in the city, boiled them in a large iron pot, poured them into Zhuying Lake and introduced them into the stream of Dewang Mansion. The toxicity was diluted by the river water and it was difficult to die, but it was impossible to be safe after drinking it.

The Qing soldiers in the royal palace soon showed symptoms of poisonous attacks. Some of them had pierced intestines, some were just physical discomfort, and some had diarrhea. Although not many people were poisoned, huge panic began to spread in the De Prince's Mansion, and people could not refuse to drink water. However, the water source in the royal palace has been polluted, and these people were trapped in the difficult choice of thirst or poisoning.

The hard-core traitor, Shandong and Henan Punishment Envoy, and Governor Wang Aoyong was preaching loyalty to the Qing Dynasty with high morale, asking the soldiers to stop drinking water and wait for the arrival of the Qing court reinforcements. Ahadan's admiring eyes gave Wang Aoyong a courage to look at death. What a glory it was to be appreciated by the Qing masters. Wang Aoyong's tone rose a little further.

Suddenly, many round objects flew down from the sky. Wang Aoyong thought it was the Northern Expedition Army outside that was throwing stones. When he hid, he saw that it was a head of people.

It turned out that Li Haoxian ordered the traitors inside to behead the heads and threw the heads into the royal palace with a stone throwing tool.

Wang Aoyong took a bloody head in front of his chest. He was about to throw it away when he suddenly looked at it and fainted. The original owner of this small head was none other than Wang Aoyong's newly sensible young son.

The Qing soldiers in the royal palace suffered a double blow from physical and psychological problems and gradually became out of control.

Finally, the Qing soldiers who were in collapse opened the gate of the royal palace and rushed out with red eyes to fight to the Northern Expedition Army.

What greeted them was not soldiers holding swords, and there was no fair fight. The black cannon barrels carried small fire guns, and the rain of arrows all over the sky. The gate of the royal palace covered by fire became a shortcut to hell.

After a round of shooting, the last breath of energy of the Qing soldiers who were trapped in the beasts was exhausted, and the Northern Expedition Army rushed into the royal palace and surrounded the Qing soldiers inside.

Wang Aoyong stubbornly slapped his neck and cursed angrily. He was full of iron-clad bones, and he looked like a hard bone. Unfortunately, what he had in his bones was the blood of the Han family. This loyalty was given to Jiannu, a hero from Fulaishan. Liu Yong, who was in the Fulai Mountain, also admired this loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty, so he and his subordinates chopped his body into the toilet.

On this day, Li Haoxian sent soldiers to search carefully, carefully searching out the 20,000 Korean bird gun soldiers who were slaughtered along the way, and cut off their heads and stuck them in the suburbs of Jinan. Li Haoxian personally served wine to pay homage to the slaughtered compatriots and to pay tribute to the dead soldiers.

After finishing, Li Haoxian said in a deep voice: "I have killed all the enemies and enemies, but I am fortunate to be unfair."

On the red flag of the fire camp, a vermilion bird in the fire spreads its wings, as if she wanted to cleanse all the sins of the world with the fire. Fire is a punishment from heaven, a punishment from heaven.

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