After letting Da Yu'er go, the red shirt army began to pour oil on the open space outside the Meridian Gate. The oil they poured was the kind of strong fire oil with good burning properties. Seeing this scene, Dai Wenlong couldn't help but ask Liu Ziguang:
"Commander, refined kerosene is highly volatile and won't light up after a while. Isn't it a waste?"
Liu Ziguang praised: "You're a good young man. You all know that it evaporates and the school is not in vain. You should be careful and don't waste anything."
Sure enough, not even a quarter of an hour after Dayu'er returned, a large group of Qing troops came to attack the city again. When they rushed to the Meridian Gate, a rocket shot over, and a raging fire broke out in front of the door. Countless figures howled miserably in the firelight.
Rolling around, the situation was as miserable as Abi Hell, so frightened that the Qing troops behind them did not dare to move forward.
The fire was finally finished, leaving charred corpses all over the ground, and the smell of barbecue filling the air. Even though both sides were veterans of many battles, they couldn't help but feel frightened. This battle was becoming more and more cruel.
However, the Qing army was not deterred. When the flames died out, they still pounced on them, using firecrackers, bows and arrows to clear the way. Behind them were the Yun Ladder Soldiers and the Jian Rui Battalion, as if they didn't know fear at all.
It was like dying. Qing troops fell one after another outside the Meridian Gate, corpses piled on top of each other. Everyone was shot in the chest, but they still came like a tide, causing the red-shirted soldiers to shoot mechanically.
You don't even need to aim, you can hit someone with just one shot.
The Qing army charged continuously for half an hour, leaving at least five thousand corpses outside the Meridian Gate. The continuous shooting made the Red Shirt Army's ammunition quickly become tense. All the ammunition carried by the soldiers was exhausted. Now they have begun to use it.
The one in the reserve ammunition box survived.
Liu Ziguang's expression also became solemn. He saw that these dead Qing soldiers were all soldiers of the Lower Five Banners and the Eight Han Banners. The real elites of the Upper Three Banners were not dispatched. Although this method of fighting was clumsy, it was indeed useful.
Naval tactics can not only consume the enemy's ammunition, but also damage the enemy's morale. Just imagine who wouldn't be afraid to face such a fierce and fearless army.
The Red Shirt Army is no exception. Even if they are all elite soldiers who kill a lot, they still find it incredible to see this situation. The Qing army is taking human lives to fill the gap. According to this method of fighting, sooner or later the corpses will pile up.
It's as high as the door, so they can climb over without a ladder.
Those Western soldiers with green hats could no longer accept this extremely cruel Eastern war model. Each of them had extremely painful expressions, as if they were suppressing the anger and fear in their hearts. Liu Ziguang knew that their psychological endurance had reached a critical point.
, but you must persist now, and you can sublimate by persisting in the past.
No one blamed Liu Ziguang for letting go of such a good human shield, because the commander-in-chief had his own arrangements and did not have to explain to everyone. No one complained about being surrounded by Qing troops and fighting so hard, because the airborne troops were born to be surrounded.
Yes, this creed has long become their slogan.
Kangxi stood at the end gate with a livid face, and behind him were kneeling several commanders and leaders. These people really couldn't bear to continue fighting like this, and tried hard to persuade the emperor to change his tactics, but Kangxi listened to the words of the emperor's grandmother.
After that, he was determined to attack the Meridian Gate, and he issued a death order to the people below. Even if the last person was killed, they would have to go over the Meridian Gate, and even if they took the pile of corpses, they would have to cross the Meridian Gate. Two subordinates had already been imprisoned for cowardice.
Kangxi had his head chopped off, but some people still risked their lives to speak out.
Emperor Kangxi is fifteen years old this year. It is not easy for a fifteen-year-old boy to have such a tough heart. The smell of burning outside the Meridian Gate and the blood-red eyes stimulate the boy's nerves. His temples are beating constantly. Every time
He fell down, and every sacrifice made him heartache, but this moment cannot be stopped, not even for a second. Only with thousands of flesh and blood can we seize this opportunity and annihilate the most powerful man in the Qing Dynasty.
Only by killing Liu Ziguang, the Qing Dynasty and the Manchus would have a way out. This was what the imperial grandmother warned him. Kangxi himself thought so. He even felt that Liu Ziguang really had a grudge against the Aixinjueluo family in his previous life.
, I came here specifically to seek revenge in this life.
Those responsible for the main attack are the troops of the Lower Five Banners and the Green Camp troops. The troops of the Upper Three Banners, which are directly controlled by the royal family, are recharging their strength and waiting for the Ming army's ammunition to be exhausted before committing to this new force. This style of play will naturally be criticized by everyone.
Despite the opposition of the banner owner, Kangxi had made up his mind and no one could shake the emperor's will.
After a pause, the Qing army launched another attack, this time on a larger scale. They started to encircle them from all directions. The 18-foot-wide Tongzi River could not stop them. They just erected a pontoon bridge despite the bombardment of artillery fire, and then the ladder soldiers were still there.
, the archers, desperately on the ground.
As the defense line expanded, the strength of the Red Shirt Army immediately became tense. Thousands of people were unable to defend the Forbidden City with a radius of 1,300 feet. If it weren't for the sharp weapons and tall city walls, they wouldn't be able to defend it for even a moment.
The gunfire bullets were all fired, the grenades were thrown away, the fire oil was used up, and only the last few shells were left. The corpses in front of the Meridian Gate were really piled up to the city wall, and the Qing army was also red-eyed.
, without even taking a shield, they just waved their long knives and stepped on the corpses and rushed forward. The red shirt army faced them with their bayonets. The two armies began a bloody hand-to-hand battle. In the end, the red shirt army was superior, and a counterattack swept the Qing army.
Pressed back.
A man covered in blood ran to Kangxi and reported: "Your Majesty, we have defeated three more battalions and killed more than 3,000 brothers. If we continue to attack, we who hold the blue flag will be finished." His hoarse voice contained a hint of emotion.
He was anxious and distressed, but Kangxi remained unmoved and said: "I don't want numbers, I just want the Meridian Gate. Even if I beat the last person left, I will beat him!"
The commander kowtowed to Kangxi three times and led the remaining soldiers to charge forward again. A moment later, Kangxi saw with his own eyes the commander fell under the sword of the Ming army through the telescope. He put down the telescope, and Kangxi's heart was bleeding.
, he couldn't bear to waste the lives of these athletes in vain, but in the war, someone must sacrifice. If the people with the blue flag don't die, there will be people with other flags.
The huge sacrifice finally paid off. The Ming army's ammunition had been exhausted. Fireguns and bayonets were far less effective than spears. The comparison of weapons between the two armies finally reversed. Kangxi waved his hand and recharged his batteries.
After a long time, the Three Banners troops were finally dispatched.
Seeing another wave of enemies approaching, the tired red-shirted soldiers did not speak, but silently tightened the swords and guns in their hands. When they raided and occupied the Forbidden City, they seized many cold weapons of the Qing army, and they would be able to send them here just in time.
Useful, don't think that the Red Shirts are cowards who only know how to use firecrackers. They are still elite soldiers when they play with cold weapons.
The swords, guns, bows and arrows of the Qing Imperial Guards were all made with fine craftsmanship, and they were easy to use. The red-shirted soldiers took the enemy's weapons and had a rough encounter with the troops with the Zhenghuang flag, the yellow flag, and the Zhengbai flag. The elite soldiers faced the elite soldiers, and the swords and guns faced the swords and guns.
, the fight was extremely fierce, Liu Ziguang took the lead with a sword in his hand, and the broken limbs flew everywhere he went. After a hard battle, the Qing army was finally driven back again, but this time the Ming army suffered a lot of losses, with 16 soldiers.
Died on the spot. So far, 78 people have been killed, 232 wounded, and more than 10,000 enemies have been wiped out.
The casualty rate was so high that even the calmest officers were a little anxious, but everyone felt relieved when they saw the commander's calm and calm face. The commander was with us, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
In fact, Liu Ziguang was also very anxious. Why didn't the planned strategy work? If the fight continues like this, the brothers will have to explain here. These people are the essence of the Red Shirt Army. I don't know how much money they spent to train them.
It would be a pity to light it like this.
Although he was anxious, he couldn't show it on his face. He could only pretend to be calm. Liu Ziguang held a sword and led a few guards with strong martial arts skills to act as a fire brigade everywhere. Sometimes he went to Donghua Gate, sometimes to Shenwu Gate, and he was so busy.
Several guards were even panting from exhaustion. The Qing troops climbed up to the top of the city several times but were driven off by Liu Ziguang himself. The purple gold crowns on their heads were thrown away, and the golden armor was also spattered with blood.
The most terrible thing was that Liu Ziguang actually felt tired, which was something he had never seen before.
Liu Ziguang knew the origin of his body. Although he was agile and powerful, he was not indestructible and required a lot of energy. When the energy could not be fully replenished, the body would become indestructible.
So convenient, the so-called energy is also very simple, it is high-calorie and high-protein food. This is why Liu Ziguang has a very big appetite and eats several meals a day.
But where can we find high-calorie meals now? Even if we have food, we don’t have time to eat. We are asking for help everywhere. The people in the Square of the Hall of Supreme Harmony are also a little restless, and they have vague intentions of rioting, and are planning to kill a few people.
To scare them, they suddenly found black smoke rising from somewhere in the palace, indicating that something was wrong!
It was really leaking and it was raining all night. People were surrounding them and beating them, and a raging fire broke out inside. It must be that some guards who slipped through the net were hiding in the corner of the palace and set the fire when they saw the time was right. At this time, the red shirt soldiers did not
He has the power to search for the remaining guards in the palace, and he has no power to put out the fire, so he can only sit back and wait for death!
Just at this time, the Qing army once again used all its strength to attack. The firearms they were afraid of no longer existed, so they arranged a very dense formation. The yellow and white armors shone dazzlingly in the afternoon sun, and the swords and guns were even more powerful.
It is as dense as a forest. Looking from a distance, it is densely packed with human heads. The Qing army dispatched at least 30,000 people.
The red-shirted soldiers wiped the blood and sweat from their faces, calmly lit up the last cigarette, and passed it around to each other. No one knew whether there would be another time after taking this puff. They always said they would like to be great.
Shuai Xiao's death, this time he really got what he wanted. No one is afraid of death, and no one will be timid at this moment. I don't know who got up, and the exciting military song of the Ming Dynasty flew from the top of the Forbidden City.
The soldiers had firmly believed that they would die, but things were far from that bad. There was a faint roar of motors in the sky, which gradually became louder and louder. Everyone couldn't help but look up to the sky following the sound.
I saw dozens of big black birds emerging from the clouds.