The rubble and shrunnel that flew over from time to time caused their armor to be torn one after another, and in the eyes of despair, clusters of blazing flames flickered there, and the shockwaves like strong winds lifted the flagpoles of the Great Qing Dragon Banner standing on the city wall, and the ears could not hear any sound for a long time, and the choking gunpowder smoke began to stretch to the side of the city wall. 【】

Just when the explosion that resounded through the world struck, Qianlong and a group of important ministers who were discussing in the Heart Cultivation Hall couldn't help but feel their hearts skip a beat, and suddenly stood up, Qianlong rushed towards the outside of the Heart Cultivation Palace, and the little faces of the ministers behind him were all white, no one spoke, and they all silently followed Qianlong's footsteps.

After that Qianlong looked for a high place and stood on the top, he could already see the red and black storm like purgatory rising at the Chaoyang Gate, and the mushroom cloud that was more than 100 zhang high rolled and rising, as if there were thousands of evil ghosts crying wolves in the clouds there. Standing on the high ground in the imperial city, Qianlong's face was as pale as the white marble railing that his hand caressed. "God......" Qianlong's mood at this moment seemed to be pulled into the eighteenth layer of hell, if it weren't for He Shen and a eunuch standing next to him, maybe Qianlong would really fall down directly with a fight.

He Shen's face was also extremely pale at the moment, and his originally shrewd eyes were full of fear and panic at the moment, and in this era, how many people had the opportunity to see the covering shooting of heavy artillery clusters.

The explosion shook the entire Yanjing City upside down, especially the people with yellow flags in the northeast corner of the city, who were all so frightened that they fled from their homes and fled in the direction of the imperial city, as if they wanted to stay away from the flame hell of death.

The streets and alleys are full of the descendants of the Manchu people who claimed to be less than 10,000 and invincible more than 100,000 years ago, but now, one or two have snot and tears on their faces, red marks have been wiped on their heads, and they don't know who stepped on their buttocks, and their fathers call their children, and their daughters-in-law call their husbands, what is the difference between them and ordinary people? !

Fortunately, Liang Jiajun's artillery was extremely accurate, otherwise, these more than 30 pounds and 40 pounds of bitter acid shells would really fall into those alleys, and if they went down, they would have to overturn several houses, and more than 100 lives would be considered less.

"Run, run!" Hengrui opened his mouth and screamed loudly, but he couldn't even hear his own shouts, followed by a group of pro-soldiers, and fled towards the middle of the city wall, even if he couldn't stand steadily, he had to be afraid of climbing, and a few of them had already made the shockwave soak their facial features soaked in blood, and they opened their mouths and shouted unconsciously, but they seemed to feel that the whole world had lost its voice.

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I don't know how far I climbed, my two palms and ten fingers were worn out, and after feeling that the vibration of the city wall seemed to be much smaller, Hengrui turned his face tremblingly and looked in the direction of Chaoyangmen. I don't know when the rubble or shrapnel hung on his face, and the crimson blood was slowly dripping down his cheeks, just like his desperate mood.

It seemed as if after a century had passed, and the shelling had finally stopped, and the world seemed to fall into a dead silence all at once, except for the billowing smoke rising in the rising waves, confirming that the horrific scene had happened.

The height of Chaoyang Gate has reached ten zhang, the towering city gate tower has collapsed without a trace, and even the city wall around the distance of more than ten zhang has become a crisp loose soil, the moat in front of the city gate tower has been filled with mud and sand broken bricks, and the area of the city gate tower has formed a trapezoidal slope, and on the slope, there are several burning whirlheads are obliquely inserted in the soil, billowing smoke.

There was not a single piece of flag left in the area of the city gate tower, and as for the soldiers who were originally guarding near the city gate tower, they couldn't even see a ghost, only those broken bones and stubble that flew more than ten feet or even dozens of steps away, and those severed limbs and stumps proved that there were traces of human existence.

The artillery on the top of the city that had not been fired had already been blown to pieces, and even a thousand-pound cannon flew diagonally into the city, smashing the yellow mud-paved street to the ground for a foot.

In a word, the Chaoyang Gate, which has been erected in Yanjing City since the Yuan Dynasty, was turned into a pile of flying ashes in a quarter of an hour or so under the crazy bombardment of the 850 artillery.

Shocking, absolutely shocking, not to mention the indiscriminate bombardment of 800 heavy artillery, even if it is 80 heavy artillery, the power is enough to collapse the sky and crack the sound for hundreds of miles. Looking at Chaoyangmen, which had been razed to the ground, looking at the subordinates cheering excitedly behind him, and the shocked expressions on their faces, Liang Pengfei's heart was full of pride.

"The power of the god of war, the power of the concentrated use of artillery, is really not covered." Liang Pengfei looked at the artillery position in the distance behind him with great appreciation, which was still rising in the smoke. In later life, he was about to shuttle on the battlefield, and he had never seen more than ten artillery salvos, even in the TV movie, in the arranged scenes, you can see twenty or thirty artillery guns firing empty shells there, and now, the power of eight hundred and fifty artillery pieces is really ...... It was a bit out of Liang Pengfei's expectations, and even beyond Brother Li Pao's expectations, a little more than a quarter of an hour earlier than the original plan.

"I said your grandmother, I knew that the next few waves of artillery fire should not be wasted." Brother Li Pao took the telescope away from that in front of his eyes, Brother Li Pao took off the earmuffs and turned around, and said to the brigade staff officer beside him.

"There's no way, I thought that the city wall of Yanjing City was far more than the city wall of Fuzhou City in the direction of solidity, besides, the young master said a big thing, and the two city gates had to be flattened in an hour, if we didn't do it, we had to wait for the young master to write the name vertically and smash it on our heads." The staff officer of the brigade next to him also looked like a ruffian, and his words made Brother Li Pao laugh crookedly.

"Shift direction, turn to the southwest, target, Dongzhimen, ten minutes to prepare!" Brother Li Pao laughed twice and then issued a new order, the artillery command flags waved one after another, and those artillery rangefinders were also busy in a nervous and orderly manner. He began to slowly aim the hideous mouths of the eight hundred and fifty terrifying beasts at the stronger gate of the eastern city of Yanjing: Dongzhi Gate

Dongzhimen is a city gate located on the north side of the east wall of the inner city of Yanjing City, mainly including Dongzhimen Tower, Dongzhimen Arrow Tower, Dongzhimen Gate Gate Tower and Urn City. Compared to Chaoyangmen, which has only one castle tower alone, it is simply a building complex.

And the soldiers of the Eight Banners who originally stayed on the tower of the Dongzhimen City to guard didn't say a word after seeing the tragic situation of the Chaoyangmen, and the whole fucking mother threw the big swords, spears, crossbows and arrows in their hands to the ground, as if they saw a duck chasing by a ghost.

No matter how much Na Yimian scolded and scolded, he couldn't stop it, and more than 3,000 people squeezed Na Yimian and his own soldiers aside and ran straight downstairs.

"It's over, it's all fucking over." Looking at the tragic situation of Chaoyangmen, and then seeing that all the soldiers under his hands had run away, and the white flag had all run away, Yi Mian's face turned dead gray, and he pulled out the long knife on his waist and was about to wipe it on his neck. But they were stopped by their own soldiers and looked at each other.

"My lord, let's go, let's go and recover those Wang Ba calves who escaped from the battle. If you don't go, it's too late. These soldiers coaxed and persuaded each other, and half-dragged and half-dragged the general Yi down the tower.

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In less than ten minutes, the smoke in the area of Chaoyangmen has not yet dissipated, and the temperature of those severed limbs and stumps has not yet dropped, and Dongzhimen has been hit by the terrible artillery fire, and the heavy shells have completely shrouded the entire Dongzhimen complex in gunsmoke and artillery fire.

"Your Majesty...... Chaoyang Gate, Chaoyang Gate is gone. A guard who came in a hurry was sweaty, and before he rushed to that Qianlong, he knelt down far away. The yellow-flaged land in the northeast has been thrown into chaos. ”

"No, I know. Heshen, as the commander of the Nine Gates, your duty is to immediately send troops to suppress it, and no one should panic, take the opportunity to deliberately spread rumors, and those with ulterior motives who are demagogic and incited, will be punished! Qianlong's eyes fell on Na Heshen's face.

Looking at the wrinkled old face of that Qianlong, there was indescribable despair and madness at the moment, He Shen couldn't help but shiver and quickly knelt down. "The minions obey."

"You also quickly left the palace, appeased the people's hearts, calmed down the people's grievances, and moved the people in the Dongzhimen and Chaoyangmen areas to a safe place, go quickly! Where is the Minister of the Guard...... All the guards, strengthen the vigilance of the imperial city, and those who are close to the palace such as suspicious people will be punished! ”

"Servants obey."

"Let's go, Yongyan, help me go back to the palace, I'm tired......" After Qianlong finished ordering, he put his arm on the hand that Yongyan stretched out, and all the strength on his body seemed to be drained.

"Huang Ama, you must not have anything to do, the Great Qing Kingdom, it depends on you." Seeing that Qianlong's legs didn't even have the strength to stand, and his face was as gray as a dying man, Yongyan cried directly.

"Shut up, I'm not dead yet!" Qianlong gritted his teeth, and glared at Na Yongyan viciously as if he was looking at the enemy who killed his father, and that crazy look frightened Na Yongyan so much that he even swallowed the words back into his throat.

"The Great Qing Kingdom is not over yet, our Great Qing Kingdom will not be over, the division of King Qin is almost here, as long as our Beijing Division can hold out for a few more days, I want that Liang Pengfei to die well!" Qianlong howled like a lone wolf about to die.

The sound of artillery continued, and the smoke of gunpowder over Yanjing City became denser and denser, as if the political center of the Qing Kingdom was completely engulfed by a terrible volcano......

(To be continued)