After more than an hour of fierce battle and paying the price of seven or eight thousand casualties, Batai finally defeated the Xuanfu Army's camp and rushed to the city of Yuan Shangdu with great momentum. When he saw the lights on the head of the city and the flags were waving, Batai was not surprised but happy and immediately ordered the attack. He couldn't wait to cut off the head of the Ming army's commander Xu Jin.

On the top of the city, Xu Jin gently spit out two words: "Fire the cannon!"

Boom boom boom boom...

Ten bowl guns fired at the same time, and hot shells roared into the enemy formation, blowing out shocking craters, which were quite scary, but the damage caused was very limited.

Speaking of this Northern Expedition of Xu Jin, the main force of 50,000 carried a total of 200 Folang machine cannons and 200 old-style cannons, and half of them were taken away by Wang Lin'er. Most of the cannons were transferred to Longgang Mountain behind the city, so at this moment there were only twenty old-style bowl-mouth cannons left at the top of the city, but they were just pretending and their firepower was very sparse.

If Altan was present at this time, he would definitely see the clues. However, the werewolf Batai had a relatively simple mind. In addition, he had just attacked the camp of the Xuanfu Army and was already blinded by victory. His beast blood was boiling. He wished he could break the city and cut off the head of the Ming army commander immediately. He would still notice this detail?

"Kill!" Batai held the mace and roared back and forth, and was very excited, just like a chicken blood. Under his urging, the Tartars slapped at the "low" city wall of Yuanshangdu like storms. Oh, it was not low, and the city wall of Yuanshangdu was also seven or eight meters high. If compared with the city wall of the Ming capital, it would of course be considered "short", and even the thickness of the city wall is not the same.

Due to the sparse artillery fire of the Ming army and the lack of moat protection, the Tatar cavalry easily rushed to the city. Some people cut the axe at the city gate, some people tried to climb over the city top, and some even climbed up the city top with bare hands.

However, although the artillery fire of the Ming army was sparse, the bullets were not vague at all. They shot in a round of dense shootings, and most of the Tartars who reached the city were instantly fucked.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

The archers of the Tartars immediately shot arrows on the top of the city to fight back. The rain of arrows was overwhelming. The Ming army on the top of the city shrank their heads and evaded them, or raised their shields to resist. The Tartars took the opportunity to attack the city gate, and some even rode their horses directly into the city gate.

At this moment, countless black bumps were thrown off the top of the city, and then violent explosions occurred, instantly mourning and countless casualties!

The advantage of the Tatar cavalry is that they are fast and sharp. Once they encounter the city wall, they will have no choice. What's more, the cavalry of Batai does not carry siege equipment at all, and they encounter the Ming army with advanced equipment. So the small city wall becomes an insurmountable gap.

Time passed by minute by minute. In just half an hour, the corpses of the Tartars under the city had accumulated like mountains, blood flowing into rivers, and countless casualties. Seeing the losses getting heavier, Batai kept roaring in anger, but it was useless. The Ming army's firearms were too fierce and were not airtight. The cavalry under his command had no chance to connect to the city gate.

Just as Batai was helpless like a trapped beast, a personal soldier suddenly had an idea and said, "General, artillery, there are artillery in the Ming army's camp, we can transport it here and open the city gate."

Batai's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Hurry up, come here!"

About half an hour later, all the ten Folang cannons, which were originally belonging to the Xuanfu Army, were transported to the city by the Tartars, and they were lined up in a row with great momentum.

On the top of the city, Xu Jin, who was observing with a telescope, naturally witnessed this scene. However, instead of being nervous, he smiled and said, "It seems that the first powerful general's brain is not very good."

All the generals couldn't help laughing out loud. After fighting for so long, five or six thousand people were killed or injured. Then they woke up and wanted to use the captured artillery. How could their brains work?

Zhao Datou laughed and said, "Will the Tartars use our cannon?"

As soon as Zhao Datou finished speaking, a cannon sound came from outside the city. All the generals subconsciously squatted down. Xu Jin was no exception. The personal soldiers also protected him in the middle, but after waiting for a while, there was no movement. So they stood up and looked at him, and they were immediately happy.

I saw that two of the ten Flang machine guns that were originally lined up had fallen to the ground. Several unqualified temporary gunners were pressed down below and screamed, and there was a mess around.

"The Tartars really don't know how to use our cannons. If they don't even fix them, they will fire. It would be strange if they don't turn over, haha!" Zhao Datou laughed.

Yuan Hong, commander of the Right Strike Camp, chuckled and said, "When the Tartars understand how to fire, it's probably going to dawn."

Xu Jin looked up at the east side and found that the horizon was indeed white. So he took out his pocket watch and took a look. It was exactly five o'clock in the morning, and it was about to be dawn in half an hour. So he said indifferently: "Let's start, it's not good to wait until dawn."

After Xu Jin finished speaking, he walked down the city head by his personal soldiers and headed north toward the city. The Ming army on the city head also retreated in batches in an orderly manner, but the flag of the commander still fluttered high above the city tower.

Just after Xu Jin left the city two cups of tea, the sound of cannons came from the city. It was obvious that the Tartar gunner finally understood the use of the Folang machine cannon, but the accuracy was not satisfactory. None of the ten shells hit the city wall, let alone the city gate.

At this moment, the commander of the Right Strike Camp who was left at the top of the city could not help but get a little crazy and cursed: "A group of idiots can't hit the cannons accurately, it's almost dawn."

A soldier next to him turned his eyes and whispered a few times. The latter showed a strange look on his face, which was obviously a little amused and crying.

The personal soldier rubbed his hands and laughed: "General, you have seen it. You have to wait for the Tartars to hit the city gate. I don't know if you have to wait until the year of the Monkey and Horse Month. Although this method is a bit like that, it is still a solution. What's more, it may be that when dawn, the Tartars will find clues and they will not be fooled."

Yuan Hong gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you guys do this, don't make it too obvious, instead of making a mistake."

The personal soldier was named Luo Xiaoluo. He patted his chest and said, "Please rest assured, General, my subordinates guarantee their lives."

Yuan Hong nodded and said, "Okay, go ahead, after the matter is done, I will give you a merit."

Luo Xiaoluo laughed and said, "Okay, General, please let the brothers prepare to withdraw."

After saying that, Luo Xiaoluo bent down and quickly went down the city, and called two brothers to carry two "enemies of ten thousand people" and place them under the city gate.

The so-called "Ten Thousand People Enemies" has been introduced earlier. It is a heavy city-defying firearm, specially used to destroy enemy siege equipment. It wraps a large amount of gunpowder with oil paper, and then pastes it into a spherical shape with mud, and then hits a wooden stand for easy transportation. The total weight reaches 100 kilograms, which is equivalent to a giant bomb.

Let me say that Luo Xiaoluo asked someone to help move two 10,000 enemies to the city gate and put them in place. He clapped his hands and smiled and said, "Thank you brothers, I'll inform you to retreat quickly."

Several brothers looked at each other with a strange look, told Luo Xiaoluo to be careful and left hurriedly.

Luo Xiaoluo untied the flintlock rifle on his back and retreated to the corner of the street about fifty meters away. He raised his gun and glanced, and then waited patiently, while the right sentry camp left on the top of the city was stepping up its retreat.

At this time, a series of cannons came from outside the city. It was obvious that the Tartars fired again, but they still did not hit the city gate. Instead, two shots hit the city tower, blowing the tiles and splashing.

Luo Xiaoluo's heart couldn't help but hang up. Many buildings in the city were covered with tinea oil. If the Tartar shells fell into the city and burned, it would be a bad thing.

Soon, the Ming army on the top of the city retreated almost. Luo Xiaoluo quickly raised his gun and aimed it, waiting for the sound of cannons outside the city to sound again.

After about a cup of tea, the sound of cannons outside the city sounded again. Luo Xiaoluo immediately hooked up the machine, and bang, the bullet accurately hit a ten thousand enemy behind the city gate. Then there was a loud bang, and the city gate was blown up on the spot, filled with gunpowder.

Luo Xiaoluo carried the flintlock rifle on his back, turned his head and ran towards the north of the city. At this time, there were clearly sounds of earth-shaking cheers outside the city.

"I hit it, I hit it!" The Tartar gunners looked at the city gate that was destroyed and danced excitedly.

Ba Taikang roared, waved the mace in his hand and shouted: "Go into the city and kill!"

For a moment, the Tartars flocked to the city gate and poured backwards like a tide. At this time, Yuan Hong was leading the troops from the Right Shore Camp to escape into the palace city in the north, and he specially raised the "Xu"-shaped flag high.

"The commander of the Ming army fled into the palace city, kill him!" The Tartar generals were all excited and excited, leading their subordinates to the palace city, and the horse's hooves knocked on the street to splash the stones and sparks.

At this time, on Longgang Mountain behind Yuan Shangdu, ten already-set Fran machine cannons were aimed at the city with black muzzles from a high point.

Huang Qi, the commander of the left scepter camp, held his eyes wide open and observed the city. Seeing the Tartars breaking into the city, rushing towards the palace city, he couldn't help but grin and said loudly: "Prepare!"

Ten experienced gunners immediately pushed the shells onto the load and re-accurated the angle.

After waiting for about a cup of tea, Huang Qi coldly said two words: "Fire the cannon!"

Boom boom boom boom...

Ten Folang machine cannons were fired at the same time, and one hundred shells were thrown out within three minutes. But under the hazy night before dawn, fireworks roared from Longgang Mountain and fell into the city, exploding a burst of fire. Then, the entire city fell into a sea of ​​fire, except for the palace city.

Batai, who was riding his horse into the city, was shocked by the sudden incident. At this time, a shell fell on a row of buildings next to the street. There was a sudden sound, and a flame of flames rushed up to the night. The entire row of buildings actually ignited a huge fire, and a rolling wave of heat came to the face. More than a dozen personal soldiers near the building were swallowed up by the fire on the spot.
Chapter completed!