Xu is Cangzhou's lesson is too profound, and Haoge's battle in Tongzhou is really much stronger than in Cangzhou.

In Zheng Zhilong's view, the biggest improvement is not how much more artillery is there, nor how many more trenches, but the change in the purpose of Hauge's thinking - from rejecting the enemy, from wanting to take advantage of the Zheng army, and exchanging his own few casualties for the Zheng army's huge casualties, to fighting for consumption and human life.

What Haoge is pursuing now does not seem to be to completely reject Zheng Jun outside Tongzhou City, outside the Qing army's defense line, but to use the strong capital in his hands to fight a war of attrition with Zheng Jun little by little, what he wants is time!

Because as long as Azig outside the gate can come back, Zheng Zhilong will no longer be able to leave the empty rear and ignore it!

The cavalry is not an infantry army, just the vest led by Azig, they directly inserted it into the Central Plains Qilu, not to mention attacking the city and plundering the land, not to mention the slaughter of the city or anything, it is a random disaster to a few county seats, a few burning, killing and looting, etc., creating hundreds of thousands of refugees, driving to Qilu to rush over, so can Zheng Zhilong not return to the army?

The importance of the Azig army is not the combat effectiveness of his troops and horses, but the fact that his army is cavalry, which can easily go south to Kaifeng and then east to kill through Qilu.

Who called Zheng Zhilong's strength has not yet developed to the qualified line?

As long as the army is dispatched, there must be a problem in the back road. This is still because he only stared at the Manchu Qing Dynasty, if he started a sword with Zhu Ming again, the Zheng army was attacked on both sides, and it was a great luck to be able to firmly control Qilu!

So, when Azig will be able to rush back to Yanjing, it's really important.

Although there is also a possibility that after Azig led the army back to Yanjing, he fought with Zheng Jun ......, but is this possible? Tartars aren't stupid either. Dolgon, Bumu Butai, there are many wise people!

But God doesn't like face. The sun was shining brightly in the morning, but in the afternoon, before the sun turned west, the sky was overcast with dark clouds.

Zheng Zhilong originally planned to use a side move, he remembered that in several anti-Japanese war dramas, the local starlings used chili noodles as bombs and threw them into the devil's turret, this TV effect was very good, but there really was this scene in history. The earth starlings lack heavy weapons, so how to deal with the bunker, then use chili noodles to smoke out the devils.

Pour out all the powder from the mortar shells, first fill the pepper flour, then the explosives, and finally screw the fuse again. The power of that chili flour is definitely the supreme weapon against the devils in the reinforced concrete fortifications.

Nowadays, mortar shells are not good, but there are still mortar shells, isn't it?

The trenches that had been dug in front of the Tartar array were now forked. Seven babies on a vine, I opened a few more heads in front, tridents and pententets came out, and dozens of mortars hit the kind of pepper bombs that were fed, so that no one in the trenches could stand it.

In this era, the chili pepper has only been introduced to China from the Americas, and many people have not tasted it yet. Suddenly choked on chili noodles, no one could stand it.

After fighting yesterday and today, Zheng Zhilong felt that he had touched Haoge's thoughts. I'm going to give him a hard time in the afternoon. But God changed his face.

Seeing that the sky was about to change, he quickly asked people to build a rainproof shelter on the gun position. Although many people joked that God was pitying the Qing soldiers, I don't know how many Zheng officers and soldiers were a little unhappy in their hearts.

Zhou Quanbin was bored lying on his bed, and the village near Zhangjiawan had become their campsite. A large part of the people of the village fled, leaving many empty houses. Zheng Jun gathered the rest of the people to the south of the village, and he lived in the vacant houses.

Not to mention, it feels so much better than going with a tent. It's hot, but at least it's not damp.

A yard and a shed, Zhou Quanbin is shirtless, but this is quite neat, there are a few other poker wrestlers in the house, all of them are naked, and one of them loses the worst, really naked, and the birds are hanging outside, and they are not ashamed.

Poker is a kind of entertainment allowed in Zheng Junjun, which was not invented by Zheng Zhilong, but something that was already in Zheng Junjun.

Imported products, European games, circulated among Zheng Jun, but they were definitely not the most popular.

At that time, there was no ban in Zheng Junjun's army, and shaking the dice was their favorite.

But now that the dice are no longer allowed, poker is looking forward to seeing the moon.

Of course, Zheng Zhilong still invented many ways to play poker. This also made the poker game quickly spread inside and outside Zheng Jun.

Soldiers like to bet two. What they do is a deed of losing their heads, and it is inevitable that some people will look down on life and death, and they will be drunk today and drunk tomorrow. Although they were all simple men at the beginning, when they got used to life and death, and when their wives and children had to rely on, would their temperament remain the same?

But there are exceptions, Zhou Quanbin doesn't like to gamble. He hopes that this battle will start sooner than gambling. This morning, the notice of their battalion has come down, and everyone is preparing for a surprise kill, but God poured urine and soaked it all in the soup.

The rain did not stop until dusk.

"Let go of the ......" With an order, the artillery on the Zheng army's position began to be busy again, and the rumbling cannon resounded through the world in an instant.

Zhou Quanbin climbed on the roof, he didn't just climb the roof, many people climbed on the roof, and even among the remaining people in this village, a few half-sized children were quick and directly hugged the big tree, climbing high and tall.

Everyone was watching the power of the artillery swarm.

Fireworks wiped away all the dampness. The billowing gunpowder smoke and wind couldn't blow, burying the entire Tongzhou.

Bai Du shrank his head and clinged to the trench wall tightly, Zheng Zhilong was there in the first battle of Niuzhuang in the first battle of Zheng Zhilong's "out of the mountain", and now this guy is still alive and well, with arms and legs, nose and ears, there is no less than one.

Of course, he didn't get ahead either, and he was still a simple soldier.

Now he is squatting in the trench as a prison soldier, urging the green flag soldiers around him to fight bravely to kill the enemy.

Watching the iron bullets flying over his head, Baidu was actually not very afraid, the chance of this shell falling directly on his head was too small. And if his luck is really so bad, it is to dodge this cannonball, and there is also the thunderstorm and hand-to-hand combat that follows.

In the roar of the five-pound cannon, the sound of the mortar cannon is so invisible. So, until he suddenly felt a hot pain in his eyes, and then his nose smelled a very spicy smell, he didn't know where the smell came from.

"Ahh......h

"Ahem, ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

Countless heart-rending coughs rang out in the trench area outside Tongzhou City. Just a moment later, one by one, the Qing soldiers ran behind the traffic trench in embarrassment, ignoring the shells that were still falling above their heads and the Zheng army rushing from the opposite side and side.

"Ahem, ahem... cough cough cough ...... "There is only this one voice left in heaven and earth at this moment.

In the disbelieving eyes of the cold monk machine, in the joy of Zheng Zhilong's laughter, the attacking Zheng soldiers effortlessly seized the first line of defense of the Qing army in Tongzhou, and I don't know how many Qing soldiers were taken prisoner without resistance in the heart-rending cough.

"Quick, quick, take the position, seize the position." Shi Lang, who led the troops to attack, smiled like a bear stealing honey, which is simply not too smooth.

This pepper bomb is good. If you are not prepared, the iron-clad man, no matter how capable you are, will still have no ability to resist in the face of spicy chili powder.

Suddenly shrouded by the "poisonous gas" of the chili bomb, tens of thousands of Qing troops on all sides of Tongzhou seemed to have lost their combat effectiveness, except for some who fled back to the rear with forcible resistance, and at least three or four thousand people were taken prisoner in tears.

After these people were dragged out of the position, they gulped in the fresh air, and everyone had a look on their faces for the rest of their lives. The feeling of lying on the ground or in the trenches, and the heart-rending cough was really uncomfortable.

"Smack—" Hauge punched the walls with resentment, breaking the skins of his hands, and the pungent smell wafting through the air spoke for itself. "Mean, too mean!"

No matter how much he messes with his brain, he can't think of such a bad method.