After the rumbling and countless loud noises, countless cannonballs fell around Guan Hu and Bao Er, and everyone quickly hidden, even if someone didn't have time to react, they were overturned to the ground by the air wave set off by the cannonballs, and many soldiers disappeared into the air in an instant.

The people in the city were being suppressed by the artillery fire and couldn't raise their heads, and after a while, there was a loud 'clap boom', the landslide and the ground cracked, and the sky was full of gunpowder smoke adding more confusing dust, and there were no fingers around, and Bao Er's ears were only accompanied by the sound of buzzing.

After all, he is a veteran who has been fighting in the war for many years, and after a period of dizziness, Bao Er, who calmed down his mind and suppressed the overturning of the river and the sea in his abdomen, began to grope for the position of Guan Hu.

But it was empty, only ruins remained, and he called helplessly, howling, hoping that his voice would be heard by Guan Hu.

It's a pity that even his own ears have been beeping and bleeding all the time. He suddenly subconsciously groped down the ruins, and finally he touched a hand, so he never let go. He wanted to pull the hand up, but the man stiffened and didn't respond, so Bao Er tried several times but couldn't pull the body up, so he had to hold on to it, and he didn't want the hand to fall.

The dust and haze dispersed, Bao Er's eyes were wet, and in the distance, the battleships of the Daming Water Division on the Yangtze River were gathering more and more, and the artillery fire was becoming more and more fierce, but Bao Er had forgotten that there was still a battlefield around him, but he couldn't give up the last comrade-in-arms in his hands.

has lost too much, if he loses this last comrade-in-arms, who can bear witness to his life?

Leaving him alone and the emptiness of the world, to whom will he speak? Don't go, brother, don't leave me alone and lonely, comrade-in-arms, or you will send me! You still have two parents at home, and I only have you.

In the smoke and dust, Guan Hu also saw the anxious face of Bao Er, who grabbed him, and shouted words to Bao Er intermittently that no one could hear.

He was asking him to let go, and he knew that his life was coming to an end, but how could his dearest comrades-in-arms be dragged down? So he shouted for Bao Er to give up on him, and he no longer had to struggle for his life.

Bao Er grabbed him tightly, desperately trying to save the hope that no longer existed, he ignored that his body was already slowly falling at this time, slowly, his body was about to fall by Guan Hu's weight Nearly half of his body, but Bao Er was still gritting his teeth and insisting.

But Bao Er saw that Guan Hu suddenly pulled out the waist knife he was carrying, and he blurted out a scolding: "Dog, I have the strength to draw the knife, but I don't follow my hand to take two steps up to the city!" ”

How did he know that Guan Hu used almost all his strength when he drew his knife, and he was in severe pain all over his body.

What is even more unexpected is that a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles has reserved the last slash in his life for his arm.

Guan Hu used his last strength to leave the hope of life to his last comrade-in-arms in this world.

Before leaving, he also left a smiling face when he fell from the high city.

He said goodbye to his brother, and his soul drifted back to the farmland of his hometown, the old trees at the entrance of the village, and his mother who was silently waiting for him to return home by the dry well.

At this time, Bao Er was holding the stump of his comrade-in-arms with one hand, and the nails of the other hand had been cut into the city bricks with bloody flesh and blood.

The battle did not stop because of this parting, hundreds of warships of the Daming Navy Division had gathered, thousands of artillery pieces roared in the air, and the outer Jinchuan Gate and the city walls on both sides were already in a sea of fire.

Hong Chengchou's surrender was very wise, he knew how terrifying the strength of Tianlang's Ming army was now, but the reason why Tianlang had not attacked Nanjing City for more than a year was to encircle the point and send reinforcements.

And as long as Tianlang really wants to take the world's strongest city, in front of the million-strong Ming army in the south of the Yangtze River, the defenders of Nanjing have no chance at all.

The firepower of the Daming Navy Division is already extremely powerful, almost dominating the entire Yangtze River Basin, and Hong Chengchou saw that when Tianlang attacked Nanjing City before, he never wanted to rely on the artillery fire of the Navy Division, so Hong Chengchou was even more convinced that the previous Nanjing defenders were just hostages in the hands of Tianlang, and the value was that they could blackmail Dolgon into taking out more ransom.

So Hong Chengchou surrendered, whether it was emotional debt or for survival, this was the most correct path he chose.

It's just that he hasn't seen how Ji'er Harang attacked Li Jin in Yuezhou, and if he had seen the battlefield in Yuezhou, he would be even more afraid.

Because at this time, the artillery fire of the Ming army attacking Nanjing City was several times more powerful than the firepower of Zierharang when he attacked Yuezhou.

In a short period of time, almost every brick of the Waijinchuan Gate was hit by several or even dozens of shells, and the Qing troops defending the city could hardly find even a little bit of flesh and stumps.

At the same time as the bloody artillery fire was suppressed, several ships of the Ming army loaded with explosives also rushed to the city, and easily blew up the city wall on the Jinshui River, and the city wall deep in the inlet to the west of Longwan was also seriously damaged.

So Guan Hu fell, and before he died, he left his comrades with an arm of his own in order to keep Bao Er alive, but the ships of the Ming Navy Division still continued to fire on this section of the broken city wall and carry out more complete destruction.

A large number of Ming troops began to cross the Jinshui River through Longwan and enter Guocheng, Nanjing, and the 700 Qing troops defending the Jinchuan Gate were unprepared for this sudden change.

The walls on the east and west sides of the gate had been destroyed, and only an isolated gate remained for them to hold.

Zhang Cunren, the chief officer of the Waijinchuan Gate and the former general of the Qing army in Hangzhou, had just been shot in the neck by a stray arrow from the Ming army that had entered the city, and he was bleeding profusely. Seeing his soldiers falling before his eyes, which were beginning to blur, he gave the last order of his life - to all of them to lay down their arms and surrender at once. He lost Hangzhou and Jinchuanmen, and in the reality that there was no hope of victory, he did not want to lose more fresh lives and comrades.

It was the last thing he could do before he died for the soldiers who had followed him to the north and south. The Zhang Zixiu flag on the city had long been blown away by artillery fire, but a white flag was re-unfurled, and these soldiers finally gave up resistance, and all knelt in front of Zhang Cunren, hoping to send him off for the last time, in the cry of a man with iron bones; Under the shouting of General Zhang's name one after another; In the early sun, Zhang Cunren ended his life, where he held on......

(End of chapter)