The rumbling sound of cannons sounded, and the Qing soldiers who had not yet rushed to the city avoided the iron and fire, but did not avoid the shells.

The Eight Banners in Liaodong have long been used to being able to defend the city with cannons and are not afraid. However, the Han and Qing soldiers behind them can no longer resist it. Although they knew about cannons, they really arrived at the battlefield and were frightened to the point of trembling with great fear.

Duoduo looked at the Shura battlefield in front of him without any emotional fluctuations.

When he was six years old, he was named Heshuo Ezhen and commanded the Zhengbai Banner at the age of thirteen. When he was fourteen, he followed Huang Taiji to fight in the east and west, and was used to seeing corpses and seas of blood.

"Tell me the order, and those who retreat will be killed!"

The strong and burly Manchu flag soldiers rode on the horse with big swords in their hands, patrolling behind the battlefield, cutting down dozens of Qing soldiers who wanted to escape one after another, and drove them to the city of Changzhou like driving pigs.

More than a dozen people from the Qing army formed a small team, carrying a ladder in their hands, rushing forward with their heads down. Although the city of Changzhou was well prepared, it could not be covered with all firepower after all, and soon the ladder was driven to the wall. The city walls of Changzhou were not high, and there was no feeling of being soaring to the sky like Suzhou. Many Manchu flag soldiers who were skilled in riding and shooting drew arrows and shot them up the city.

The city screamed one after another, and Min Zhuang kept coming to the city, and lifted the injured person down to the city for treatment. At the command of Yan Yingyuan, the giant shield that had been prepared was erected, and two small soldiers pushed a shield. Under their cover, the others pressed against the ladder with long poles and lifted them outwards.

Of the eight scholars in the southeast corner, seven were hiding behind the shield. Only when the seven men worked together would push the shield.

Seeing the Qing soldiers' ladder standing up, Wu Shixun looked at seven companions, stomped his feet and picked up the long pole, and pushed out himself hard. The Qing soldiers on the cloud ladder looked at him with a grim smile. His eyes were already red, and his faint red light scared Wu Shixun's hands and feet were cold.

Suddenly, a force came from behind him. Hou Xuanyan, who was patrolling here, held the impact pole under the escort of his personal soldiers, and collided with him on the ladder.

Wu Sehun looked back and stuttered, "Sir."

"Stay in a dry bird! Crash."

Wu Shixun's eyes were filled with tears, and he was so nervous that he had a slightly sharp voice. He shouted loudly and picked up the slam. The Qing soldiers saw that the ladder was about to fall, and saw a crack in the city wall, and inserted the knife in his hand into it. The ladder was struggling and broke the response. The Qing soldiers were stunned in the air and could not take a step forward.

Looking at the terrifying Qing soldiers' helpless eyes, Wu Shixun suddenly felt that this fierce alien race was very funny, with tears in his eyes and sweat beads falling on his face, and he laughed foolishly.

Hou Xuanyan grabbed his collar, pulled it back, lifted the rolling stone under his feet, and cursed: "Smile, smash it for me!"

The Qing soldiers, who were in the forefront of the stone, had a brain burst, red blood, and white brain, splashed onto the city wall, and fell vertically down the city tower.

The seven scholars below, unlike other people who hold shields, only knew to hide behind the shield and tremble, and did not know how to move the shield to protect their companions and throw the rolling stones.

A flag soldier under the city had a sharp eye and an arrow shot over. Hou Xuanyan's body sideways, and the arrows rubbed his palms over, bringing the flesh and blood on the back of his hand.

The personal soldiers behind Hou Xuanyan tore off a piece of cloth from their clothes. Hou Xuanyan held one of his mouth and wrapped it in his hand. Without caring about the scorching pain in his palm, he carried another piece and smashed it out of the city. Wu Shixun was already crying like rain, and behind him were thousands of troops from the alien race. He looked at the commander in front of him. Most of the sun had already set, and only a little bit of glory shone on Hou Xuanyan's young and handsome face, with his eyebrows and eyes full of perseverance and courage that he had never seen before.

At this moment, Hou Xuanyan seemed like a god in the heart of this Suzhou scholar.

He screamed strangely, and worked hard to achieve unprecedented courage in his life, and lifted the rolling stone and smashed it down.

At this time, Qin He shouted loudly: "General, the Qing army's offensive is too fierce, and Qing dogs have climbed up to the city to the west."

Hou Xuanyan pulled out the sword from his waist, and the tip of the sword was upwards, shouting as he walked: "Why are you panicking? One comes up and one pokes the other to death."

Losing the advantage of the city wall and handing over the short-term soldiers, the Qing soldiers were obviously more brave. Yan Yingyuan commanded the defenders and relied on the advantage of the number of people to fight them back. Hou Xuanyan hurried over and stabbed a seriously injured Qing soldiers with a sword and asked, "How is it?"

Yan Yingyuan's face turned gloomy and said in a deep voice: "Duoduo's reputation is worthy. If we fill in our lives like this, we can't stand it."

Hou Xuanyan used his sword to circle the Qing soldiers' hearts, then pulled out the sword, and said, "The so-called "one-stop action will bring down again, and three times will be exhausted. He is the strongest attack this time, and as long as he resists, they will have no choice. Behind us is Suzhou, and there is some capital and he is exhausted."

Yan Yingyuan nodded, continued to look down at the city, and directed the soldiers guarding the city to prepare for a change of defense.

The smell of blood under Changzhou city drifted and blew to the Qing army, and all these generals were excited.

Duoduo's face turned red, without any intention of stopping. Seeing that it was getting late, he said in a deep voice: "Light the torch, and fight tonight, you will definitely take Changzhou!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the Qing army's offensive slowed down, the soldiers under the city had been repaired and climbed up the city tower after eating and drinking, and replaced the robes that had been guarding for a long time.

Hou Xuanyan came to the city, where there was a temporary barracks, which brought together doctors from the entire Suzhou Prefecture. They took off their helmets, took off their breastplate and sat in the hall. Their personal soldiers immediately helped him take off the cloth strips and disinfected them with the configured herbs.

The Changzhou officials who were helping under the city gathered together when they saw Hou Xuanyan being injured. Gu Shouzheng's hands were covered with blood, and he was obviously helping the doctors to treat the wounded. Even if he was a prefect, no one in Changzhou dared to stay in the yamen, and they all ran to the city gate.

Hou Xuanyan pointed at Gu Shouzheng and said, "Second uncle, immediately draft a memorial for me, saying that Duoduo's army was in Changzhou and was in stalemate with us. He asked Your Majesty to rule over Hunan, control the troops from southern Jiangxi, Huguang, Guangdong, Yunnan, and Guizhou, and go north of Jiangxi to recover lost territory. He Tengjiao from Huguang is now strong and strong, and he is raising troops for thousands of days. He said that I am willing to send troops from Zhejiang to Fuzhou to welcome Your Majesty. Since the fall of Shenjing, Wu thieves have no better chance than now. The rise and fall of the country is here, so please do not miss it."

Wei Yuan, the general of Changzhou, came forward and said, "General, Zheng Zhilong's command of warships are like clouds and fierce generals are like rain. Why don't you mention him?"

Hou Xuanyan smiled and thought to himself what kind of person Zheng Zhilong was. He knew it clearly last time. But now that people are too busy, he will definitely not say what he is in his heart. If it is passed into Zheng Zhilong's ears, it will be detrimental to his future plans.

"Just write the memorial according to my wishes. This governor has his own considerations, so don't say more!"

Gu Shouzheng remembered it in his heart, turned around and ran towards the yamen, and other officials showed strangeness on their faces. In their opinion, the last time the court refused to send troops, this time it was probably futile again.

Hou Xuanyan captured their reactions, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!