"You are not worthy, you are not worthy of the spirit of my Han family, you are not worthy of surviving on this land, you are not worthy of being the master of this land, and you are not worthy of standing in this era. Liang Pengfei's heart let out a long-suppressed roar.

Looking at the majestic Yanjing City, almost everyone was in the same mood as Liang Pengfei, more than 150 years ago, not only the Zhu family lost their world, but the Han people also gradually lost their own integrity and their own national style.

And today, Yanjing City is in front of us, the true face of the Manchu Tartars is revealed in front of our eyes, the awe of the court in the past, and the sense of mystery, have long been dismembered by Liang Pengfei, so that those people gradually understand that the most awe-inspiring thing in the world is not the emperor, not the power, but the self-esteem of their own nation.

A reorganized cavalry division finally stopped at Wuli in the eastern suburbs of Yanjing and stopped, while the white-flaged commander Qichen was extremely nervous and gave orders again and again, and the artillery on the city wall bombarded five rounds, and the enemy was unscathed. Qi Chen finally depressedly asked the soldiers of the Eight Banners defending the city to stop this futile and stupid move.

However, the white-flag-inlaid capital Qichen still ordered the white-flag-inlaid soldiers to rush to the city to guard it strictly. Compared with the nervousness and panic of the Eight Banners, Liang Pengfei seemed so relaxed and carefree.

He had no interest in risking his subordinates' lives in order to show off his might. After all, this is Yanjing, the capital of the Manchu Qing Dynasty has been owned by the Tatars for more than 150 years, and the city fire cannon alone is not a small number, Liang Pengfei doesn't want to use the cavalry force he has built up with great difficulty to blow up for others. After all, from scratch, all horses are either Arabian horses or other noble horse breeds, and Liang Pengfei paid a lot of money to establish such a cavalry division.

And this cavalry division can be said to be a model, in the future, he will build at least two or three cavalry divisions, after all, in this world, cavalry is still the most mobile armed force.

And Liang Pengfei is not just using troops on this land, don't forget, there is also the vast New World, and Australia.

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"Bring that Tianjin soldier up." Liang Pengfei put down the binoculars and turned around, and after a while, the haggard Tianjin Town General Soldier Aha Bao was brought up by Liang Pengfei's personal soldiers and appeared in front of Liang Pengfei.

Ahaboo was not bound by ropes, but he had no way to raise the heart to flee, because this 10,000 spirit riders alone was enough to destroy his confidence in fleeing.

The cavalry armed to the teeth, their iron-cut knives, their short guns that could fire several bullets in a row, and their cavalry cuirasses and steel helmets that were enough to withstand the damage of fire guns and cold weapons, in short, the more he got along with this cavalry, the more desperate Ahbao felt, he really couldn't imagine that the cavalry of the Great Qing Kingdom had any way to deal with these anti-thief cavalry.

What made him even more desperate was those artillery, to be honest, he had lived for decades, and he had never seen such a projectile that could burst and explode like a powder keg, the city wall of Tianjin City was more than a zhang thick and about two zhang high, in front of the warship cannons of those anti-thieves, it was like the cardboard house met the demolition company, there was no way to resist it.

And the artillery in the anti-thief team that has been marching towards Yanjing since last night will definitely not be worse than the artillery on those battleships, such cannons, Ahbao really can't think of anything that Yanjing City can use to fight.

"Ahaboo, go ahead, go tell your emperor, relay my words yesterday to your emperor, tell him my request, of course, I know he won't agree now, after all, before he is brutally cleaned up, Qianlong Lao'er will not understand how merciful my request is." Liang Pengfei played with the horsewhip in his hand, looked at the Tianjin Town General Soldier who was kneeling on the ground, and smiled faintly.

"By the way, bring this to your emperor," Liang Pengfei snapped his fingers at the white scholar, and the white scholar handed over a revolver, and Liang Pengfei casually threw it in front of the Tianjin general soldier. "Even if it's a gift from Young Master Ben to your Qianlong, let your emperor appreciate it, this is the standard equipment of Young Master Ben's army, remember, this is just standard equipment." The corners of Liang Pengfei's mouth pulled up an evil arc, and his gaze was gloomy and cold, like a wild cat teasing a mouse. "Tell your emperor, this young master has a piece of advice for you, it's best not to be too stupid, don't think that with the walls of Yanjing City and your soldiers who are like beggars who pick up garbage for a living, you can keep your rule.

Seriously, if you do make me impatient, you are all over the world and I swear, I never lie, especially my enemies. Liang Pengfei is as honest as a fair, honest and trustworthy businessman, but everyone thinks that Liang Pengfei is.

Ah Habao was a little stunned and picked up the revolver thrown by Liang Pengfei from the ground, and after half a cup of tea, he staggered to the horse left for him next to him, stepped on the horse, and galloped towards the Dongzhimen.

"Young master, did you say those Manchu Tartars would listen to us?" Wu Qianjin scratched his scalp for a long time, and leaned in front of Liang Pengfei and asked.

"Of course not, I asked Ahab Bao to persuade them to surrender, just to tell them that they have hope of surviving, after all, a civilized person like me does not disdain to slaughter a nation." Liang Pengfei sniffed, his smile looking so strange. "It's easy to kill them all, but then I won't feel very relieved, I think that if the fear of death can accompany this nation for decades or even hundreds of years, such a punishment can make me feel a little more balanced in my heart."

Hearing this, Liang Pengfei's subordinates felt a chill rise in their hearts for no reason, and Liang Pengfei's seemingly joking tone overflowed with cruel seriousness.

"At least 10,000 cavalry, about 40,000 to 50,000 soldiers and horses, and their weapons are all firearms, and in addition, the last general can see from a distance that their cannons are really quite a lot, and I am afraid that there must be at least hundreds of them." Heng Shunyu, who knelt in front of Qianlong's imperial case and had a blood-soaked white cloth wrapped around his head, reported.

The hall that was originally very calm couldn't help but sound a breath inhaling, and then the hall that was crowded with officials of the third rank and above, as well as those nobles of the Eight Banners Sect, fell into a dead silence.

60,000 soldiers and horses equipped with firearms, hundreds of artillery guns, where the hell are some small thieves, this is a fierce rival at all, which makes the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty of the Qing Dynasty feel numb in their scalps, two cold, and cold hearts.

Tianjin Town's chief soldier Ahbao also knelt under the imperial steps, the revolver had been presented to Qianlong's desk, Qianlong sat on the dragon chair behind the imperial case, although his face was as heavy as water, his face was calm, but the eyes that had lost focus had exposed his inner panic and fear.

A revolver with a strange style, which has just been tested by the Ouchi guards, can be fired six times without loading fireballs and projectiles, and the range is at least between one hundred and fifty steps and two hundred steps.

Even if the soldiers and horses of the Beijing Division are all equipped with bird guns, and they fight in the field outside the city with those rebels, I am afraid that the outcome of this victory or defeat is unpredictable...... Qianlong took a deep breath, he reigned for 60 years and experienced many crises, but there has never been a time when people felt so hopeless and helpless as today.

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"It's just fifty or sixty thousand anti-thieves, my Jingshi city is strong, rare in the world, and the artillery is also hundreds of giants, and I have tens of thousands of forbidden brigades and eight banners to defend it, could it be that they can still break through such a strong city?" Although Prince Yi's face was a little pale, his speech could be regarded as hard.

"Your Majesty, the slaves think that when they call the soldiers and horses of all towns in Zhili to enter the king of Jingqin, they should cooperate with the soldiers and horses of our Beijing division, and they should be able to retreat from the thieves." Another minister stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, the minister thinks that the elite of the Mongolian Eight Banners can also be transferred to the king of Beijing Qin......"

Qianlong was no longer arrogant this time, and he no longer had the qualifications to be arrogant, so he immediately agreed to the suggestions of these courtiers. After some troop deployment, it was finally possible to make that Qianlong feel that he had not completely fallen into despair.

And those ministers finally gradually regained some confidence, Qianlong thought about it for a while, and set his eyes on Na Heshen, at this time, no matter how much the prince Yongyan disliked Heshen, Qianlong would not let such a capable courtier ignore it. “…… and Shen. ”。

"The minions are here." He Shen came out more and more at the moment, knelt at the foot of the steps, since he entered the palace yesterday, He Shen has never left Qianlong's side for a single step, after all, he is Qianlong's most favored courtier, his cleverness and ability, so that Qianlong is very relieved of a lot of heart, but the prince Yongyan has always been unpleasant, but now at this time, no matter how unpleasant it is, he does not dare to be angry, after all, it is still Qianlong who is the master of the house, and his words as the prince are sometimes not as good as a fart that He Shen put on.

is very aggrieved, but this is indeed a fact, so that Na Yongyan has to admit sadly that he, who is a son, has not even been able to eat well in front of Qianlong.

(To be continued)