The king of the city was crushed by his own soldiers, and his face was flowing with the blood of his own soldiers.

In the confusion, I adapted to the violent explosion.

Wang Ziyong struggled to open a gap.

Looking up, the terrible fragments of the stump pounded into his eyes and consciousness.

The city was full of fallen young men.

At this moment, a huge tremor sounded beneath him, and a dull sound sounded lower than the explosion in his ears.

Wang Zi's heart was shocked, and the secret way is not good!

At this moment, the sound of the cannon in the city finally stopped, and the king coughed loudly in the smoke.

The ears that had regained their hearing were filled with screams, moans, and wailing.

And the shouting and killing sound that came from the city immediately made Wang Ziyong's mind empty in an instant.

The gates are broken!

Crawling down the city wall with a rolling belt, Wang Ziyong's first sight when he saw the scene under the city was a chill.

Dongwuling is over.

The enemy's sword and shield men were in front, and the musket team was behind, divided into small teams, and advanced from the city gate to the city, and in a short time, they had already set up a formation.

Although his own men and horses fought back, they couldn't stop the opponent's powerful firearms, so they could only retreat step by step.

The king walked along the city wall and turned down.

"The wooden shield goes up to cover the archers."

"Archers assemble, archers assemble!"

In the panic, all kinds of noise.

By the time Wang Ziyong commanded his men and horses to set up a position, a steady stream of enemy troops had already poured into the city gate, and the strongest sword and shield men had already approached the defense line he had just prepared.

Then, the archers he had just gathered were broken into by the other party without even having a chance to fire a round of bows and arrows.

Then one by one, the smoking tin cans were thrown in.

Then there were explosions, explosions after explosions.

The king was desperate for his own use, powerful artillery, dense muskets, gunpowder that could break through the city gates, and huge iron cans that killed in melee combat.

The opponent's firearms were far superior to their own, and those precious cannons didn't even dare to show their heads, and the city gate was captured.

looked at the retreating archers, sword and shield hands, and looked at the people and horses who had already messed up the formation.

The king is powerless to return to heaven for his own use.

Today, the fiasco has already been made.

But there can be no renunciation of war at any time.

The vast new army poured into the city gates, constantly compressing the space for the rebels.

Then the battlefield was shifted to a labyrinth that resembled a labyrinth.

The labyrinth is the wisdom of the king for his own use, from the wisdom of the peasants, and from the hard work of the peasants.

This was the last line of defense set up by the rebels led by Wang Ziyong.

They don't have sharp firearms, they don't have sophisticated equipment, but there are enough people, enough time.

The entire labyrinth became an obstacle in front of the new army.

The new army that broke into the earthen wall laneway suffered casualties at the first time because of the disordered laneway that did not belong to the side.

The war has been fought until now, and the new army under Tang Xidong has finally encountered difficulties.

At the gate of the city, Tang Xidong and Li Shangquan stepped into the city gate surrounded by their own soldiers.

Then I saw the earthen walls arranged horizontally and vertically.

There are also wounded soldiers who are constantly being brought out.

"Pull the artillery team up and give me a blast." Li Shangquan's face was cold, and he turned around and ordered.

But the order was stopped by Tang Xidong.

"No, the walls are going to be taken, but these labyrinths need to exist."

"Firearms are not the key to victory, elite soldiers are."

"Instead of expending a lot of gunpowder to blow up these earthen walls, we should use this as a training ground, and we don't need the war to go too fast!"

This was Tang Xidong's reason, and Li Shangquan beside him instantly understood.

What Tang Xidong wants is not to really defeat the disabled rebels, but to prove his strength.

The Shaanxi rebel army is a weight in his hand, a weight for the Ming court to see.

So Li Shangquan began to collect his troops.

Ordered his soldiers to begin building fortifications outside the earthen walls.

Be prepared for a long battle.

The war ended for the time being, and the new army laid down the walls, while the rebels held the earthen wall lanes.

Will an earthen wall hold back the advance of the Forces nouvelles?

No.

But Tang Xidong wants, so it can.

Glancing at the earthen wall in front of him, Tang Xidong beat his horse and left.

Everything here has set the tone, and he needs to go back to Pingyang.

Lord Yushi naturally wants to return to Pingyang with Tang Xidong, the old man has a superior life, and he can't see the tragic battles on the battlefield, and he can't stay in this wilderness and cold winter.

As for Xu Chi and Xu Qianhu, he is still diligent and dedicated, but Tang Xidong no longer cares about it.

After a few folds, Emperor Chongzhen could trust his own pro-army, and he couldn't suppress the Donglin party's jealousy and suppression of Jinyi.

Many times, Tang Xidong himself will wonder why he is so unwilling to be a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty in his heart, why not shed his blood for the people of the world, and work hard to carry the building of the Ming Dynasty?

But he couldn't convince himself.

I can't convince myself to lie to myself.

In fact, he doesn't have a clear understanding of what the current Ming Dynasty is rotten, but he knows the inevitability of the development of history, and one person may change a small piece of history, but it is impossible to change the whole of history.

For example, let Daming continue to exist.

Tang Xidong knew that it was impossible, even if there were too many people in later generations who hated the dark rule of the Manchu Qing Dynasty over the people and longed to return to the Ming Dynasty to save the Ming Dynasty, even if he himself wanted to make the Han people's country last, but he was really powerless.

Da Ming is already full of devastation.

The whole country is anti-human.

The people of Shaanxi are anti-Shaanxi, the people of Shanxi, Guangdong, Fujian, and Huguang, and the entire powerful and wealthy class is becoming the opposite.

There is a strong enemy outside, and there is trouble inside.

There are emperors who kill ministers all day long, court officials who are greedy for money and spare their lives, and there are officials and squires who cheat and exploit the people.

The vested interest group that has a big tail, the meritorious and famous person who is willing to return the land, money, food, and labor he has cut from the hands of the people to the people, and there are more than 10 million nobles and famous literati who have done it in the world?

Who in the Ming Dynasty has the courage to move the interests of these people?

Maybe only Shaanxi is anti-army.

Tang Xidong didn't want to, but he had to, continue to keep the Shaanxi rebels to survive, otherwise even the people who could change the Ming Dynasty and overthrow the Ming Dynasty in the end would disappear, and the Ming Dynasty would still fall into the hands of foreigners in the end.

Tang Xidong is in Pingyang, and his eyes have been nailed to Liaodong.

He just hopes that after the rebels attack the Beijing Division, when the Liaodong Iron Cavalry gallops into the pass, he can rely on the 100,000 sons under his command to block and kill, leaving a little time for the Han people's country, maybe someone can bear the weight of this country.

But this man is definitely not himself.

What he wants is not the country, but everything outside the country.

It is something that can bring prosperity and strength to the nation and the country.

It is something that everyone in later generations proclaims that everyone pursues.