Seeing the Han army flag quickly filling the moat and rushing towards Jinzhou City with high morale, the faces of the banner owners who watched the battle were moved to varying degrees.

The combat power of the Han Army Banner has increased too quickly, which is not a good thing for them, the real power ministers of the Houjin.

Under the golden roof, Huang Taiji looked at Fan Wencheng's eyes, and there was also a faint hint of jealousy. Huang Taiji didn't believe that he could make such a big change in the Han army by just changing the name of the Han army and issuing a few edicts.

Thinking of the recent bustle of Fan Wencheng's mansion, Huang Taiji's psychology has changed slightly.

These Hanchens, these Hanchens who are easy to huddle, he should be careful to beat more.

Seeing that the two thousand Han troops were pushing the shield cart and carrying the ladder to rush to the foot of Jinzhou City as planned, the Han army couldn't help but lift it.

Whether the combat power of the Han army is really reborn depends on the next wave.

When the Han army filled in the moat, Tong Yangxing had keenly noticed that there had been no cannon sound at the head of Jinzhou City. The Ming army was just harassing the Han army filling the trenches with a few scattered crossbow arrows. It can be said that the Han army's trench filling operations were carried out almost without interference.

This is so abnormal!

The Ming army allowed the Han army to fill in the trenches, didn't they equip them with artillery in Jinzhou?

Such a beautiful guess, Tong Yangxing didn't even dare to think about it.

The Ming army has not opened fire, and Tong Yangxing guessed that the Ming army was waiting for the Han army to enter the area where the artillery was most powerful.

When attacking Ningyuan, Tong Yangxing, as a battlefield commander, had already noticed that the application of artillery in Ningyuan's Ming army was different from the past. In addition to the extremely terrifying red-coated cannon, Ning Yuanming's army basically used the moat as the boundary for artillery fire.

Every time the Dajin siege soldiers crossed the moat, the density of the Ming army's artillery fire would obviously increase by one level.

The flesh and blood area behind the moat in Ningyuan, not to mention the surviving soldiers below, is the battle-hardened Tong cultivation, and now that I think about it, I am also chilling behind my back and my heart is afraid.

At that time, if it weren't for his quick reaction, he would definitely have folded under Ningyuan City.

Thinking of the terrifying artillery salvo under Ningyuan City, Tong Yangxing's face became extremely ugly.

The artillery in Jinzhou City has not sounded, it is definitely not that it is not equipped with artillery, but that the Ming army in Jinzhou is waiting for another opportunity to concentrate fire.

If the Ming army of Jinzhou really wants to be able to hit the kind of terrible salvo that even the old Khan Nurhachi has to retreat, can this Han army flag really withstand it?

Looking at the silent and depressed Jinzhou City, Tong Yangxing can only hope now, hoping that the Jinzhou Ming Army was stupid by the threat of the Dajin Army, which led to such silence.

Jinzhou city head

Zhao Shujiao looked at the tartars that were swarming like a tide, and there was a hint of sweat in his clenched palms.

Looking at the artillery everywhere, Zhao Shujiao was very wise about his decision to arrange a knife and axe man behind the gunner. Zhao Shujiao believed that if there was no threat from the sword and axe at this moment, the artillery at the head of Jinzhou City would never be so quiet, and I am afraid that it would have been a long time ago.

With such an impact formation of the Tartars, even he Zhao Shujiao couldn't help but be a little nervous, how could he hope that the gunners could sit as usual.

Close, close.

Seeing that there were already thousands of Tartar soldiers, pouring through the narrow moat filler like a tide, and entering the expected artillery ambush area under the city, Zhao Shujiao suddenly raised his right hand.

The gunners at the head of the city saw the letter flag erected by the Chinese army, and they all picked up the torches beside them.

Get ready...

Under the city, the Han army was unaware of the preparations of the Ming army in the city. After rushing through the moat, except for the musketeers in charge of support, who hastily lined up behind the shield cart, the other soldiers, braving the scattered crossbow arrows on the city, all rushed towards the Jinzhou city gate and city wall. In the team, there were only a few veterans who survived Ningyuan City last year, and they became more and more hesitant when they looked around.

Bang, bang, the chaotic muskets of the Han army rang out under the city.

Seeing the overwhelming rain of arrows, only the chaotic sound of muskets, Zhao Shujiao suddenly understood the identity of the enemy army under the city.

Listening to the familiar sound of muskets, Zhao Shujiao's raised arm suddenly trembled with an unknown trace.

Alas, since you have already surrendered to the enemy, then don't blame the old man for being ruthless.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Zhao Shujiao's raised arm waved down fiercely.

Seeing the general's order, the letter flag behind Zhao Shujiao also fell, and the strong drum suddenly resounded through the city. In the sound of drums, gunners from all over the city brushed the torches in their hands and fell fiercely towards the fuse of the cannon door.

In an instant, the entire Jinzhou city seemed to be quiet, and only the strong drum was still monotonous.

The calm before the storm never lasts long.

'Boom', a deafening cannon sound broke the silence at the head of Jinzhou City. With the sound of this cannon, in an instant, all kinds of cannons in Jinzhou City rang out one after another.

With the continuous sound of artillery, the shells of various calibers of the Ming army fell like raindrops in the Han army formation under the city, breaking the bones and tendons of the dense Han army, and the flesh and blood flew sideways. At this moment, the city of Jinzhou instantly turned into a flesh mill and a hell on earth.

Hearing the dense sound of Jinzhou artillery, Tong Yangxing, who had been staring at the head of Jinzhou City, closed his eyes in pain.

Seeing the smoke rising from the city, Tong Yangxing knew that his worst guess had appeared. The Ming army in Jinzhou was not equipped with artillery, but it was premeditated and endured until now.

Looking at the dense smoke clouds rising from the city, Tong Yang judged that Jinzhou had at least dozens of artillery pieces at the head of the city. With so many artillery pieces fired at the same time, the Han army under the city was finished.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Tong Yangxing immediately widened his eyes again and looked at the Han army under the city. Tong Yangxing, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, knows that as a siege commander, no matter how miserable the battlefield is at this moment, he must also look directly. Only then will he be able to find the flaws in the enemy army. As for the dead soldiers, that's just a number.

Miserable, miserable.

Even though he was prepared in his heart, Tong Yangxing was still shocked by the tragic situation under Jinzhou City.

Under the city of Jinzhou, from the edge of the moat to the root of the city wall, there are stumps and broken arms everywhere. As far as the eye can see, the flesh and blood of the Han army are almost covered with every inch of land under the city of Jinzhou.

The Han army that charged 2,000 in Houjin was almost completely wiped out, and only one hundred and ten remnants of lost souls were left, crawling out of the wreckage of the shield car and walking to the rear in a daze.

Seeing such a cruel scene, there was a deathly silence in the city and under the city. Only the screams of the wounded soldiers who were not dead for a while spread far away in the autumn wind.

Among the remaining soldiers and strokes in Houjin, there were not too many old soldiers who survived under Ningyuan City last year.

When the cannon sounded, the old soldiers drilled under the shield car one after another according to Ning Yuan's experience, not daring to delay for a moment. The veterans didn't expect that their Ningyuan experience would be invalid in Jinzhou at this time.

Zhao Shujiao's well-designed artillery ambush had already taken into account the shield vehicles that Houjin often used for cover. The head of the city pointed to the area where the golden shield cars were arrayed, and there were large Buddha Lang machines and six-pounder iron mold guns.

In front of the solid shells of the six-pounder iron mold cannon weighing 10 pounds, the rear golden shield carts inside the moat were not much stronger than the pieces of paper.

Under the bombardment of nearly 20 heavy artillery, the fragments of Sifei's shield car became the best accomplice.

At that moment, the old pawns who hid under the shield cart did not have a higher chance of surviving than the new pawns around them.

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