Chapter 753: Binghe (Subscription Requested) (Page 1/1)

The gunner immediately listened to Zhou Shoulian's order and immediately ordered the others to get busy around the artillery. Someone adjusted the angle of the gun, someone reset the gun, and the gunner personally charged the gun.

Just as they were busy with all this, a younger gunner whispered, "Chief! It's our own artillery, and you've loaded double the gunpowder......"

Before the man finished speaking, he was forced to swallow the words behind him by sharp eyes, and a deep voice came from his ears: "People who talk a lot have short lives, you know? After speaking, he glanced at Zhou Shoulian covertly.

Zhou Shoulian saw that the gunners were ready to immediately wave his hand to disperse the gunners: "Get out!" Get out of here! You vulgar guys also deserve to bombard the handsome banner of the old slave? ”

casually, he turned around and put on a respectful smile and said, "Lord Jin! Humble is a rough person, sometimes it is inevitable to be thoughtful, if you do something wrong, please don't be surprised! ”

Jin Qiliang waved his hand and said, "Where!" Where! This official is just a general sentence, General Zhou is serious! It's serious! ”

Zhou Shoulian rolled his eyes and said: "Lord Jin has worked hard for many days, and the credit for smashing the old slave's handsome flag is none other than Lord Feijin!" Come on, come on! Lord Kim, please ......."

After hearing this, Jin Qiliang waved his hand again and again and said, "I can't help it!" I can't help it! This official is a scholar, how can he control artillery? It's better for General Zhou to open fire! ”

"Lord Kim's words are wrong! In Ningyuan City, Lord Jin can take this credit, and everyone else is not worthy in the eyes of Zhou. Besides, the angle of the artillery has been adjusted, so you just need to light the fuse! Zhou Shoulian pointed with his hand to the long fire rope exposed outside the cannon.

After the two of them excused themselves several times, Jin Qiliang said suspiciously: "Really just need to ignite confidence?" ”

Zhou Shoulian nodded, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

Jin Qiliang took the torch from the gunner and walked towards the artillery, to be honest, he was also a little tempted. He didn't believe it at all when he said that he could hit the old slave's handsome banner with one shot, but if he could kill a few real slaves, he would have made a meritorious service.

Although he is a civil official, no one is greedy for military merits. If he can really smash the old slave's handsome flag, then he will show his face among the literati.

The name of being able to write and martial arts and make good use of the soldiers will not be able to run, and he will also rise to the top when he is transferred back to Beijing. If you can get the favor of the bigwigs in the DPRK and China, you will be promoted and make a fortune just around the corner.

So he just postponed and took the torch and walked towards the artillery, his pace was firm, only the cannon in front of him was left in his eyes, and his mind imagined the scene of his future success, and his hands trembled unconsciously.

Just as the torch in his hand ignited his faith, he didn't notice that there was no one around. Zhou Shoulian, who was still flattering by his side just now, and those gunners all mysteriously disappeared without a trace.

The fuse ignited, burned rapidly, and finally disappeared into the gun's hole. Jin Qiliang had not yet woken up from the dream of being promoted and making a fortune, and a loud bang appeared beside him.

Yuan Chonghuan, who was supervising the battle with the hilt of his sword, heard a loud noise at the head of the city, and his brows immediately furrowed. This sound is not right, how can there be such a loud sound when firing artillery.

Not long after, Zhou Shoulian hurriedly ran over and knelt down on one knee in front of Yuan Chonghuan, "Report!" My lord! It was sentenced that Lord Jin wanted to operate the cannon himself, but the cannon suddenly exploded, and Lord Jin unfortunately died in his country! ”

Yuan Chonghuan was stunned for a moment, and then said with a sad expression: "Lord Jin is really a model for my generation to personally go into battle to kill the enemy for the country, come here!" Haosheng collects the bones of Lord Jin and prepares to send them back to their hometown after the war! ”

Jin Qiliang's death did not make any waves in Ningyuan City, everyone was attracted by the Jurchens outside the city and tried their best to defend the city, and no one noticed the vague exchange between Yuan Chonghuan and Zhou Shoulian's eyes.

The fierce battle did not end until dark, and the Jurchens were defeated again. They left a large number of corpses under Ningyuan City and retreated to the camp in a daze.

Most of the people killed in the battle were the mud of the Han army banner, and the casualties of the Jurchen armor soldiers were less than 500. Many Jurchen armor soldiers were not convinced, claiming that they would definitely take Ningyuan City tomorrow.

In Nurhachi's big tent, the old slave sat on the throne with a sinking face. The two consecutive days of defeat made him feel very bad, and the eyes that looked at others were obviously not good.

The other generals were silent, and there was a deathly silence in the big tent. After a while, Nurhachi spoke: "Let's talk about it! Didn't take Ningyuan for two days? Where is the spirit of the Eight Banners Warriors? Have you all become sheep who can't fight? ”

Abatai thought for a moment and stood up and said, "Amma! Our attack on Ningyuan was not smooth mainly because there were too few mud kans, this attack on Ning Yuan did not catch many Han mud kans, Ning Yuan's city defense equipment was not consumed, and the warriors of the Eight Banners could not be consumed on the city wall of Ning Yuan.

Therefore, the attack of the warriors failed to take Ning Yuan in one fell swoop, I believe that after two days of attrition, Ning Yuan will not last long, and he will definitely be able to take this fortified city in a few days! ”

"Hmm!" Nurhachi nodded, and there was some truth in what Abatai said. The lives of the Jurchen armor soldiers are expensive, not muddy for consumption, so it is understandable that Ning Yuan cannot be defeated for a long time.

Just as the tent fell silent again, Dorgon trotted in. He held a piece of paper in his hand and said, "Amma! Amma! Check it out! ……”

"Dolgon! This is the big tent, how can you be so noisy! Abbatean heard Dorgon's voice and immediately reprimanded.

Dolgon's voice suddenly cuffed in his throat, and he didn't speak.

Nurhachi waved his hand and said, "It's okay! Old Fourteen is still young, Abatai should not scare Dorgon. Dolgon! Hurry up and show Amma, what's the good news? ”

After reading it, Nurhachi immediately laughed: "Abatai left 30,000 people to monitor Ningyuan City, and all the enemy troops went out of the city to fight hard." The others will camp early tomorrow morning, let's go to Juehua Island! ”

On the sea ice of Kyaw Hoa Island, thousands of people are constantly digging into the ice. An old man looked at his finger, which had been blackened by the cold, and sighed silently, he knew that he could not keep this finger.

He couldn't help but curse in the direction of Ning Yuan City, "What bastard came up with such a bad idea, the people on the tired island are not as fast as the sea freezes." Jiannu went to attack Ningyuan! Don't come to our Juehua Island! ”

Jin Shilin was also sweating and working as he chiseled a piece of sea ice. A horse came galloping in the distance, and the man shouted as he ran: "The Jiannu Tartar is here!" Hurry up and get to work! ”

This voice made some of the people and soldiers who were lazy and chiseling ice move a little faster, and the sea ice fell in their hands, and soon a pale blue sea water emerged from under the ice, and a new ice river appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

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