Therefore, since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, Beijing City, which has not been attacked for hundreds of years, has ushered in the baptism of war for the first time.

Although the Imperial Palace Government Affairs Hall is only in his twenties, but because of his long-term labor, he looks like he is forty years old. He can already see the white-haired Emperor Chongzhen walking back and forth in the hall with anxiety on his face, waiting for something?

Soon, Zhang Qianshu, who was wearing official uniform, hurried into the hall with an equally anxious expression.

Within a few days, facing the increasingly bad situation of the court, Zhang Qianshu, who seemed to be much older in the blink of an eye, was about to salute Emperor Chongzhen, and Emperor Chongzhen's voice rang in the hall.

"Zhang Aiqing, at a critical moment, you don't want these false rites. Tell me immediately whether the Later Jin army that burned, killed and looted in Northern Zhili really had to attack Beijing City."

Zhang Qianshu shook his head and replied with a dilemma: "Your Majesty, the old ministers don't know the true purpose of the Later Jin army outside the city. However, the Later Jin army has gathered 5,000 troops outside the city of Beijing, including cavalry, musketeers, and artillery... "

Faced with this result, the nervous and worried expression on Chongzhen's face was directly replaced by anger.

He cursed at Zhang Qianshu in front of him: "Zhang Aiqing, you are confused. The Tartars gathered so many troops outside Beijing for no reason. If it weren't for attacking Beijing, what else could they do? Do you think these Tartars are here to greet me?"

Since Emperor Chongzhen had already made the words so clearly, Zhang Qianshu had no need to continue to hide them.

Under the clever eyes of Emperor Chongzhen, he promised loudly. "Please rest assured that even if the Tartars want to attack Beijing, the old ministers should see if these Tartars have strong teeth. I here promise that as long as the Tartars dare to attack, the old ministers and the tens of thousands of soldiers in Beijing will have the ability to return in disgrace."

Hearing this, Chongzhen's nervous facial expression finally relaxed.

He replied calmly at Zhang Qianshu: "Zhang Aiqing, I hope you can do what you say. I am tired, you all go down and prepare!"

Outside Beijing, the forces of the Later Jin army that had already accumulated had actually reached 8,000 people. Not only that, this number is still increasing.

At the same time, the only fifty red-clothed cannons of the Later Jin army were all arranged outside Beijing under the command of the commander of the general. The black-hole cannon gun mouths pointed directly at the walls of the Beijing city as high as seven or eight.

In the dense formation of the Later Jin army, the commander of the Later Jin army, surrounded by more than a dozen officers, was looking at the walls of Beijing two miles away, pointing at the city walls of Beijing.

At this moment, a Han officer suddenly came over with a compliment on his face.

After seeing the master general, he knelt on his legs and reported with a flattering look on his face: "General, the artillery battalion commanded by the slave is ready to fire. As long as you give the order, the fifty red-clothed cannons under the slave can launch artillery fire on Beijing."

A smile flashed quickly across the face of the master general and said to the cannon battalion commander in front of him: "You dog slave, you are quite good at doing things. For the sake of your efforts to do your best for the Later Jin Dynasty, as long as you can fight this battle, I will ask the Khan to give you a copy, get rid of the title of slave, and reward you with ten Han slaves..."

The commander of the cannon camp kneeling on the ground directly ignored the ridicule contained in the words of the general. Without thinking, he said with gratitude: "Thank you, General. I will do my best to do my best to the general and the Khan. I am a person from the Later Jin Dynasty in my life, and a ghost from the Later Jin Dynasty in my life."

After saying that, he continued to ask the main general: "General, the fifty red cannons of the artillery battalion have been prepared. I don't know when the shelling of Beijing City in front of me will be launched..."

The arrogant Tartar general spoke without thinking: "Let's fire now. Although our warriors have not all arrived yet. However, I am confident that he will give the Han people in the city ten more courage. These Han people do not have the courage to rush out of Beijing and fight us on the field battlefield. ""The slaves take the order... "The commander of the artillery battalion, who was born in the Han people, did not realize that his next behavior would not only cause many Han people to die in battle, but also feel sorry for his ancestors. The commander of the general's order had just been issued, and he answered loudly.

Soon, the deafening roar of artillery fire began to sound outside Beijing.

Although there were less than twenty of the fifty flowering bullets whistling out of the gun barrel, there were a large number of black smoke-filled fireballs rising up on the wall.

However, when the violent explosion of the flowering bomb reached everyone's ears on the battlefield, it was still on the position of the Later Jin army, causing cheers from the heart.

Whether it was the Tartar cavalry or the Han people among the eight Han cavalry, they couldn't help but waved their weapons, screaming for the wonderful performance of the artillery. Because, in their eyes, the better the artillery attack, the less losses they will suffer in the subsequent attack.

Fifty red-clothed cannons had just shot out less than ten rounds of flowering bullets. The wall blocking the Later Jin army was shrouded in dust from gunpowder and artillery fire.

The Ming government army, which had always used firearms to suppress the Tartars, had never endured such fierce artillery fire?

The Tartars' artillery bombardment had just begun, and the thousands of officials who were defending this section of the city wall were unconsciously in chaos.

As the shelling continued, more and more flowering bullets fell on the city wall and exploded, taking away the lives of one comrades after another. The official army defending this section of the city wall has gradually evolved from the chaos at the beginning to the current panic step by step.

If the officers had not used bloody heads to suppress the soldiers under their command, thousands of officials would probably collapse directly on the city wall and flee without fighting.

However, even so, these panicked officers and soldiers were close to collapse.

As the direct commander of this defensive battle, the cabinet chief Zhang Qianshu was standing on the wall of the inner city of Beijing, holding a monocular lens, paying serious attention to every move on the battlefield.

Although Zhang Qianshu also could not see the tragic situation on the city wall, the corpses of soldiers who were constantly thrown high by flowering bullets in the smoke of gunpowder told Zhang Qianshu very indirectly that the soldiers on the city wall must have suffered great losses.

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Qianshu turned his gaze to the Minister of War and asked: "Mr. Wang, are you just watching the defenders suffer heavy losses and remain indifferent under the shelling of the Later Jin army?"

The Minister of War replied helplessly: "Sir, although our number of red-clothed cannons is more than twice that of the Tartars outside the city. However, these cannons are scattered on all four walls. After all, before the Tartars actually launched an attack, we did not know the direction of the Tartars' main attack."

"In this case, the number of red-clothed cannons we have arranged on a city wall is less than forty. In addition, our red-clothed cannons are gathered on the front line of the city wall, while the red-clothed cannons of the Tartars are arranged very scattered. If we fight back now, the red-clothed cannons arranged in this direction will not only be the opponent of the Tartars, but will also be devastating."

Facing Zhang Qianshu's increasingly solemn facial expression, the Minister of War changed his words and continued: "However, I have issued a military order to quickly draw 60 red-clothed cannons from the other three city gates that have not been attacked to support them. As long as these red-clothed cannons are all in place, we can launch artillery counterattack..."

"So, I hope that the soldiers who defend the city wall can hold on for a while..." Of course, this persistence is very helpful to the overall situation... ""As long as the defenders continue to persist, the attention of the Later Jin army artillery outside the city will be concentrated on the city wall defense. In this case, as long as the red-clothed cannons are in place, we can use the red-clothed cannons with an absolute advantage to catch the Tartar artillery off guard. Before the Tartar artillery reacts, destroy as many red-clothed cannons they equipped as possible."

"Okay, your idea is very good... Although the Tartars were also equipped with red cannons, we are still the ancestors of firearms in terms of tactics, tactics and use of firearms. I immediately gave the order to the defenders. Without my orders, no one was allowed to take a step back." After listening to the analysis of the Minister of War, Zhang Qianshu, who had a sudden enlightenment, couldn't help but shout.

The artillery positions of the Later Jin army prepared enough Tartars to shoot until the barrel began to turn red before the artillery bombardment was stopped.

As the smoke covering the city wall slowly dissipated, the city wall that was baptized by hundreds of flowering bullets was clearly displayed in front of everyone.

The Tartar general, surrounded by a group of subordinates, was undoubtedly the first to raise his telescope and check the results of dozens of rounds of artillery battalions.

I don’t know if I don’t look at it, I’m shocked when I see it.

When the main general clearly saw the neat city walls, there were gaps everywhere. The bodies of incomplete defenders were in various postures, falling on the edge of the city wall, or hanging directly behind the tragic scenes of the city chopping gap.

The calm face was covered with a smile.

He shouted excitedly to his subordinates, "The slaves of the cannon camp have fought well. I will give this general and reward each soldier of the cannon camp with five taels of silver. Tell them that after resting for half an hour, they will continue to shell the city wall. Today, I will also let the Han people taste the taste of being bombarded. Let them know that our Later Jin army also has heavy artillery."

After the new round of artillery attacks on Beijing by the artillery battalion of the Later Jin army began, the sixty red-clothed cannons that Zhang Qianshu had been eagerly worn were finally transported up.

Then, hundreds of gunners rushed to the gun position and began to adjust the gun.

These border soldiers from the border are worthy of being the last elite of the Ming Dynasty court.

In just one cup of tea, a total of one hundred red-clothed cannons all raised their black muzzles.

At the same time, flowering bullets were also stuffed into the cannon chamber by the gunners around the artillery, ready to fire.

Looking at the hundreds of red-clothed cannons lined up in front of me, listening to the sound of flowering bombs constantly ringing on the battlefield. The Minister of War said with a proud look: "Sir, let me see what Mr. Jiang is the hottest... Today I will let the Tartars outside the city know that I, Han people, are the ancestors of using firearms. No matter how good the firearms are, they will not be able to exert their true power." (To be continued...)
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