"Damn, can this still be called a war?" Wu Peng, the commander of the first regiment of the cavalry division, had not closed his mouth since the first round of shelling, and his throat was enough for a weasel to wander around and walk back and forth. 【】

"That's what the fuck is called war." Wu Di, the commander of the cavalry division, simply sat on the small dirt bag, with a military supply cigarette in his mouth, with envy and pride on his face. "This is our army, our artillery, look at this formation, it is like the sky is going to collapse. In the world, where can we go? ”

Wu Peng slapped his thigh and said with a smile: "Now, I really believe that Liang Shao can overthrow this Great Qing Kingdom and burn this Jingshi to the Red Land." ”

"Bah, why don't you talk more and more unlikely, I said Master, this Yanjing City is a cultural relic, we adults said, this Qing court has been in business for more than 100 years, I don't know how many cultural and artistic masterpieces of our Chinese nation have been looted, it is really going to burn it all, it is really ......" Next to him, Li Zhengdao was smoking a cigarette, and he was also sitting on the ground very unimaged. Unless he had to do it as a last resort, he really didn't want to destroy this Yanjing City. ”

"What, isn't it just a few broken paintings or something?" Wu Peng's words directly made Li Zhengdao and Wu Ping not light, rolled his eyes, and Wu Ping reached out and directly gave Wu Peng a head up. "Bastard, how many broken paintings?! Do you know it, that is the essence of our Han ancestors. Tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties, I'm afraid that even the antiquities of the Qin and Han dynasties have them, and if they are really destroyed, it is not just a pity. You kid didn't like to read back then, but now that you've been studying culture classes for almost a year, why are you still like this? ”

"Yes, it's you, it's you, it's you, it's you, I'm unlucky, I'll shut up, right?" Wu Peng rubbed his head, with an unlucky look.

"Hehe, you kid, forget it, I'm too lazy to talk about you. When I return to Jeju Island, I will sue your mother and let your mother pick you up. Wu Ping was happy.

"Eh, my good brother, don't, count me wrong, no, it's just that I'm wrong? Don't complain to my mother. "This Wu Peng is rampant and domineering outside, but he is really a filial son, no one is afraid, he is afraid that the old lady will stare at him, and when he heard that Wu Ping mentioned this stubble, he was suddenly stunned.

"The task was completed in one hour, 28 minutes and 57 seconds, and Chaoyangmen and Dongzhimen were completely destroyed by our artillery brigade." Brother Li Pao stood in front of Liang Pengfei and reported loudly with his head held high.

"Okay, yes, a little bit faster than I expected. However, what about our ammunition consumption? Liang Pengfei looked at the two city gates that had been flattened with satisfaction, fortunately, when he wrote his name, he didn't need to play tricks to write backwards or horizontally.

"Don't worry, young master, the ammunition is still sufficient, and the nine outer sevens in this Yanjing City, the seven emperors and the seven forbidden cities will be completely damn flat." Brother Li Pao boasted with a high-spirited and complacent expression.

"You are so few, you have to bombard the law like that, you still don't let the cavalry division do things, you still don't let our army work?!" Liang Shuisheng next to him puffed out his eyes, and his face was jealous.

"Eh, you little aquatic student, look at what you said, isn't Brother Lao Tzu not working in the army?" Brother Li Pao frowned at Liang Shuisheng and smiled, no matter how you look at it, he is a master who owes a beating.

"Yo, I said that you are a Li Lao cannon, and the market is really rising, Lao Tzu will also bring the brothers tomorrow, and our marines will get off the ship, and we will not be in the army?" The martial arts next to him are beside him, lest the world will not be chaotic.

"Okay, okay, don't fucking fart, look at you, one or two are either division commanders or brigade commanders, why don't they all change their surnames, like fucking hooligans, opening their mouths is foul language, is this like words? You are soldiers, and you are the children of our Chinese nation. Liang Pengfei made a face and reprimanded these unlucky people who were chattering crookedly in front of him.

Next to him, Wang Jing, Sun Shijie and others had black lines on their faces. "I'm afraid my lord is talking about himself, right?" Ni Ming muttered something in a low voice, causing Wang Jingyu to almost laugh.

"What's the matter, Counselor Wang, what do you want to say?" Liang Pengfei turned his face to the king and asked.

"Report, the hot air balloon has been prepared, I would like to ask the adults when it is ready to take off." Wang Jing quickly put away his smiling face and replied loudly.

Liang Pengfei looked at Yanjing City, shook his head after thinking about it, and said, "Don't let it go for the time being, wait." ”

"Why?!"

"There are too few audiences, it's boring to let it go now, let's talk about it when the reinforcements from the Qing court arrive." Liang Pengfei said with a smile. "This Jingshi is the big stage for my Liang Jiajun's performance, the more audiences, the better our big drama will be sung!"

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“…… The soldiers of Chaoyangmen suffered heavy casualties, less than 30% of them were able to escape the shelling, and more than 2,000 soldiers with yellow inlays were all buried under the artillery fire. Slaves are dead. Hengrui lay on the ground, with a handful of snot and tears, and he didn't know how many holes were broken in the cotton armor on his body, and the tassels on the helmet didn't know when they were cut off, and there were a few blood scabs on his face that had congealed, and he was as miserable as he was.

Qianlong's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the gilded dragon chair, looking at Hengshun, who was not much better than a beggar's outfit, in fact, not long after the reimbursement of Chaoyangmen, the loss of Chaoyangmen had already been reported to Qianlong's desk.

Today's artillery fire not only blew up the two city gates, but also blew up the arrogance of these Beijing officials who commanded the arrogance of the ordinary people to retract their assholes, and between the eyebrows and eyes, there were hidden worries and gloom that could not be concealed.

"Yimian!" After Qianlong groaned for a while, he didn't pay attention to Hengrui anymore, and his eyes fell on Yi Mian, who was guarding Dongzhi Gate next to him. Yi Mian and the white flag Dutong Qichen also knelt in front of the steps.

"The minions are here." The clothes and armor on his body are still intact, but the ashes are terrible, and the whole person's appearance is not much better than that Hengrui.

"There are no casualties among the soldiers of Dongzhimen, right?" Qianlong asked lightly.

"There were no casualties among the soldiers on duty at the Dongzhi Gate, and the slaves saw that the Liang thieves bombarded the Chaoyang Gate, and the power was shattered, and the artillery of my Great Qing Kingdom could not hit, and the minions didn't want my soldiers and horses of the Great Qing Kingdom to be so inexplicable together with the Dongzhi Gate were gone, so they ordered to remove the city tower, if the Liang thieves wanted to attack the city after destroying the city tower, the soldiers could also rush up in time to garrison and fight with the thieves." Yi Mian's head was nested in her armor skirt.

The little face of the Dutong Qichen next to him was also gray and gray, not only to frighten the artillery fire that day, but also to be afraid that Qianlong would be angry and slaughter these guys who escaped from the battle. That's why I discussed such an answer with Na Yimian.

But after watching that Qianlong listened to Yi Mian's answer, Qianlong didn't speak for a long time, and the two of them kept ringing as if they had dozens of small drums in their hearts.

"Hengrui, you led the soldiers to guard Chaoyangmen to the death, and you did a good job, rewarding your eyes and a thousand taels of silver. All the fallen soldiers have a pension. Yi Mian, Qi Chen, you two can not be chaotic, protect the surname of the soldiers, you are really the cadres of the country, reward the one-eyed flowers, silver thousand taels ......" Qianlong finally opened his mouth slowly after half a day.

The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and under great joy, they kowtowed again and again to express their loyalty and gratitude.

"Hengrui, I promise you to go back to the house to recuperate from your injuries first, and then enter the court to listen to it, I hope you can take care of your body, continue to serve your family and country, and protect me from the Qing Dynasty."

"The death of a slave is not enough to repay the emperor's favor. Hooray, hooray, hooray! Hengrui, who was about to get up, heard Qianlong's warm words and comforted him, his tears flowed, and he knocked his head a few times fiercely, and then left the hall with the support of the two eunuchs.

"The Liang thief has powerful firearms, I don't know if Zhu Qing has any good strategy to break the enemy?" Qianlong finished the generals who led the troops, rubbed his brows, and asked the ministers who were standing in front of the steps.

The civil and military ministers present were all dumb, looking at their noses and noses, and their noses and hearts, and they listened attentively, but no one was willing to speak out. Seeing that Qianlong gritted his teeth, if he didn't care about his emperor's prestige, he really wanted to kick out all the bastards who always thought they were the number one capable military generals in the world.

"Why don't you speak? Did you not hear me clearly? Qianlong snorted coldly with his nose and shouted.

"Slaves have their own music." Shangshu Songyun of the Ministry of Industry saw that Qianlong's eyes swept around, and quickly stood up.

"It's Songyun, let's say, what is Qing's plan?" Qianlong asked with a faint smile on his face. Everyone's eyes were focused on this Ministry of Industry Shangshu, who was born in the Mongolian Zhenglan Banner, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and finally had a good start.

"Minions, please cast cannons!" Song Yun replied loudly. "Your Majesty, the slave thinks that my Qing Dynasty has many generals and a wide range of national strength, and the national strength is unprecedented, but now, but let a small Liang thief deceive into the Beijing Division, it is actually his own unauthorized use of firearms, unauthorized firearms. And my Qing Dynasty is good at arching and horseback, if it is about maneuvering, the thief is not as good as my Qing Dynasty, but the advantage of its firearms, not the enemy of the bow and horse, the Liang thief with a long attack and a short shot, so that my Qing Dynasty is temporarily frustrated......"

“…… The minions thought that the range of my artillery in the Qing Dynasty was not as far as it was, so it was humiliated by this destruction, so the minions asked to cast the cannons. ”

Na Songyun's words also made the civil and military forces present nod frequently, today let the artillery of the Liang family army be brutally abused, but he couldn't even fire a cannon on his side, this kind of thing is really a shame that has never been seen since the founding of the Qing Dynasty.

And what Song Yun said is indeed right, the artillery range of the Great Qing Kingdom is indeed not as good as the artillery range of the Liang family's army, and the other side is defending the city, so naturally he can only be beaten and stared at in the same place, and wants to go out of the city to fight, but the opponent's strength is no less than the eight banners in the city, not to mention the strength of the opponent's combat effectiveness, a Tianjin city, in less than half a day's effort, Tianjin's green battalion can be regarded as elite in Zhili, and it will be overturned with a face, and the combat effectiveness of the eight banners of the Beijing Division, that is, the mouth is blowing, and the actual situation is very clear to Qianlong.

(To be continued)