Wu Sangui's face was a little pale, and he couldn't bear it so that he didn't have a seizure.

Although he didn't point to the Green Camp Pioneer to take Kunming City directly, it was really a bit unexpected for him to be like this.

This was a big blow to the morale of the Qing army, and if we could not adjust it as soon as possible and allow the fear of war to spread among the army, the consequences would be extremely terrible.

As a battle-hardened veteran, Wu Sangui certainly knows this.

He exchanged glances with Zhao Butai, the general of Zhengnan, then cleared his throat and ordered in a deep voice: "All departments listen to my orders and attack Kunming City. The first to climb the city was rewarded with a thousand taels of silver. Those who capture the pseudo-Ming emperor alive will be rewarded with 10,000 taels of silver. ”

This reward is not not not rich, and the Qing soldiers heard it with a light in their eyes, and they couldn't wait to tear up the puppet Ming Yongli Emperor now.

Seeing this, Zhao Butai couldn't continue to pretend to be dead, and said in a harmonious voice: "General Chuanben ordered the whole army to attack." ”

He and Wu Sangui are not superiors and subordinates, and it is not easy to give direct orders, so they can only use this way of giving orders to carry out a joint attack.

Of course, although they are both attacking, there is always one to play the main force and one to play the auxiliary.

Zhao Butai is very able to recognize his position.

In his opinion, this main force should naturally be fought by Wu Sangui. And he just needs to be a little bit of a foil next to him to make a show.

After all, the lives of the flag soldiers are much more noble than Wu Sangui's own soldiers.

Wu Sangui didn't know Zhao Butai's thoughts, but he didn't have any good way to scold this old thief in his heart.

People had to bow their heads under the eaves, and there was no turning back from the moment he sacrificed Shanhaiguan, so he could only send people to swallow his anger under the fence.

Who called Zhao Butai a banner man, and he was a Han Chinese?

He deserved to charge with his life, and Zhao Butai waved the flag behind to pick peaches.

According to Wu Sangui's estimate, there will be no shortage of food in the city of Kunming.

Therefore, there is no future in fighting a war of attrition, the Qing army will only consume itself alive, and blitzkrieg is the best way.

However, there are still some scruples about Li Dingguo and Wu Sangui.

This son is a rare general in the Ming Dynasty, and his ability to lead troops into battle is superb.

With the back of the strong city and the main force, Li Dingguo is bound to resist to the end.

It's going to be a terrible battle. But no matter how tragic it is, he must break the city.

The head of the Yongli Emperor is the best bargaining chip for him to become an official and a knight.

"Knock knock knock!"

With the rumbling drums, the Qing army began to launch another round of onslaught.

At the forefront were still cannon fodder green battalion soldiers.

It's just that this time, Wu Sangui's own soldiers followed closely behind these green battalion soldiers and pressed the formation.

And further behind were the banner soldiers under Zhao Butai.

The three Qing armies were like a tide, wave after wave.

"Kill, climb to the top of the city, capture and kill the puppet emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Fame and wealth are here!"

"For the sake of the Great Qing!"

Although the soldiers of the Qing army shouted slogans to strengthen their courage, they were still a little frightened in their hearts.

After all, Fang Cai's scene was too tragic, which made people feel creepy.

They didn't have any heavy siege equipment, and all they could rely on were battering rams made from freshly cut down trees.

Dozens of soldiers rushed under the city walls with battering rams, but a cannonball happened to land near them.

The shells exploded, and the fragments were shot into the bodies of the Qing soldiers, and there were bursts of screams.

But with a thud, the battering ram fell to the ground, shattering the soles of several soldiers.

In the previous wave of the attack, the Qing army had already built some of the pontoon bridges, and if they rushed across the pontoon bridges, they would be able to launch an offensive against the city gates.

Seeing that he was dozens of steps away from it but fell short, Wu Sangui sighed lightly.

However, the problem is not big, the Qing army used crowd tactics, and a wave of defeat cannot change anything.

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"Your Majesty, the Dongyu has crossed the moat and attacked the city gate."

Li Dingguo observed the situation on the battlefield at all times, and he found that part of the Qing army had crossed the first line of defense, although the number was small, but if they were allowed to gain a firm foothold, the threat to the city gate was still great.

Zhu Youlang sighed.

There's no way around it.

The Prussian howitzer, although powerful, always had a reloading break.

The Qing army took advantage of this interval to launch a fierce attack, and the Ming soldiers at the head of the city could only watch them cross the pontoon bridge.

Now what they have to do is to fight the Qing army, and a foothold that is not stable.

"Use a grenade!"

Zhu Youlang took a deep breath and ordered in a deep voice.

The grenade is a field weapon of mass destruction, and it is slightly less effective in defending the city.

If it weren't for the fact that the Qing army had broken through the first line of defense of the Ming army, he really didn't want to use this killer weapon so quickly.

The use of grenades is very simple, and Zhu Youlang has already introduced it to Li Dingguo and other generals.

And Li Dingguo and others also taught to the soldiers.

At the sound of an order, the soldiers of the Ming army threw grenades at the Qing army under the city.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

In fact, Da Ming once used similar native grenades, but the lethality was far from being comparable to that of Prussian grenades.

One grenade after another exploded in the crowd, and the limbs of the Qing soldiers were scattered, and flesh and blood were splashed.

"Demon law, Ming Dog has cast a demon law!"

Naturally, the soldiers of the Qing army had never seen such a powerful object, and it was only the size of a fist, and it could blow people apart.

Isn't this a demon law?

People in this era are still very superstitious, and when they encounter things that cannot be explained by theory, they often attribute them to divine power and demon law.

This is especially prevalent in the military.

When one person shouts out, hundreds or thousands of people follow.

Soon the Qing army was in chaos, and the army that finally rushed to the city was scattered like a swarm of ants.

"Kill the captives and repay the country!"

"It's time to serve the court!"

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows!"

The number of grenades is limited, so naturally it is impossible to use them to death, but with a rain of arrows to suppress them.

It is far more difficult to train a good archer than it is to train a firecracker.

Today, the archers of the Ming army at the head of Kunming are the elite of the elite.

Not to mention a hundred steps through the Yang, but there is still no problem in shooting at the target at such a close distance.

A Qing soldier managed to dodge a grenade, and just after a few seconds, an arrow shot through his throat the next moment.

He made a strange gurgling noise, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He grabbed the arrow with both hands and tried to pull it out, but it was in vain, and blood kept pouring from the wound. It wasn't long before he collapsed to the ground, convulsed a few times before he stopped moving.

Several Qing soldiers stepped on his corpse without a trace of guilt, as if they had just stepped on a mess of meat.

"Bend the bow! Shoot! ”

Above the city, the Ming army did not intend to give the Qing soldiers a chance to breathe, and shot round after round.

Zhu Youlang watched it very pleasantly, his heart was a little itchy, he took a bow from the hand of the attendant, and took out a feather arrow and put it on the string.

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