At the end of March 5, the sky was dark, the moon had not yet set, and the morning star had not appeared in the sky.

Zheng Chenggong rode the sweaty and bloody horse that Zheng Tai bought at a high price from the Bukhara Khanate in Central Asia, glanced at the quiet Nanjing City, drew out the Longquan Sword, pointed at Nanjing City, and said softly: "Siege!" ”

Hearing the order, the artillery battalion of the Zheng Jiajun, which had been preparing for a long time, lit the letter fire, the muzzle of the cannon rumbled, and listening to a whistling sound, the south gate of Nanjing City was bombarded.

From three o'clock in the morning to five o'clock in the morning, people are most sleepy, although the Qing soldiers on duty are standing guard under the supervision of the full soldiers.

But these Qing soldiers kept fighting with their eyelids, and many people in this era had night blindness, so they couldn't see the bleak situation outside the city at all.

The sound of artillery explosions woke up the Qing soldiers in a daze.

Unfortunately, they never had a chance to shout again, and more than 500 artillery pieces opened fire in unison, sending all the soldiers on duty at the head of the city on the road in the first round.

"Kill!"

Under the cover of artillery fire, groups of Zheng Jiajun soldiers pushed the wheelbarrows of the common people, carried several layers of thick cowhide shelter to the moat, and threw the mud and stones on the cars into the river.

With the help of tens of thousands of civilians, the speed at which Zheng's army transported soil to fill the moat was visible to the naked eye.

Awakened by the sound of artillery fire, Marseille, Guan Xiaozhong and others didn't even have time to put on their clothes, so they hurried over with their pockets on.

Looking at the fierce artillery fire above the city, listening to the passionate shouts outside the city,

Guan Xiaozhong scolded: "Damn, the **** benevolent and righteous unparalleled national surname is a liar!" ”

Guan Xiaozhong scolded Zheng Chenggong for not being trustworthy, and he didn't want to think about it, he didn't want to coax Zheng Chenggong.

Soldiers, treacherous!

Seeing that the city was swept back and forth by artillery fire, it was impossible to go up at all.

Marseille was in a hurry to jump to his feet, "Now is not the time to talk about this, if you don't destroy the artillery outside the city, the moat will soon be filled!" ”

Jiang Guozhu also said anxiously: "My lord, the Zheng family's army has fierce firepower, and he can't get out at all!" ”

Marsai gritted his teeth and drank: "Turma, you lead the Eight Banners cavalry to bypass the West Gate, don't worry about anything else, as long as you destroy those cannons for me, it will be a great achievement!" ”

Turma also knew that the city of Nanjing was very important, and it was related to the national fortune of the Qing Dynasty.

At this time, Turma did not hesitate, turned around and ordered his three thousand subordinates to gather and prepare to fight out of the city.

As soon as the west gate opened, Turma galloped on horseback, and three thousand cavalry soldiers lined up in a conical formation and killed towards the south gate.

The horses are flying, the sabers are Huohuo, Turma watched the Zheng Jiajun getting closer and closer, and said with contempt in his heart, "When attacking the city, I didn't even guard against the sudden killing of the enemy in the city. It seems that this Zheng Jiajun is nothing more than that. But it doesn't matter, let Lao Tzu teach you. Hahaha, no matter how powerful your firearms are, as long as you are close, it is the world of our Qing Dynasty. ”

The soldiers of the artillery battalion, who were busy watching the rear army, did not notice that the enemy was coming at this time, and continued to operate the artillery to bombard the city gate.

Zheng Chenggong's Chinese army only cared about the battle situation at the south gate, and did not notice that any Qing cavalry had come out of the city.

God help me!

When Turma was rejoicing, he suddenly saw a long ditch appear in front of him, and he hurried his horse and galloped.

The horse leaped up and flew over a ditch more than a meter long, landing firmly on the ground with its front hooves.

Just as he was glad that he had escaped, Turma noticed another ditch in front of her.

Turma didn't have time to scold at this time, and as soon as he lifted the hemp rope, the war horse was under his control and forcibly jumped again.

Landing safely!

Turma hurriedly looked down, and sure enough, there was a ditch ahead.

Living on horseback since childhood, Turma's equestrian skills are excellent.

Clamping the horse's hooves with both feet, and lifting the reins, the two front hooves of the war horse waved a few times in mid-air, relying on the strength of the two hind hooves, turned in a circle on the spot, and stopped the pace of progress.

Stabilizing his horse, Turma leaped again over the ditch.

In mid-air, Turma looked down and saw that there was no more ditch ahead.

Turma breathed a sigh of relief, and if he did it again, Lao Tzu really had no choice.

After landing, Turma turned to look at his men.

The cavalry rushing ahead noticed the ditch, but the full cavalry behind blocked the view of the people in front, and they couldn't see the road under their feet at all.

Hundreds of horsemen threw themselves into the ditch and broke their horses' legs.

It is also a superb horseback riding skill.

In the early hours of the dark morning, there were three ditches, and five or six hundred horsemen rushed over.

Looking at the men who were lying on the ground wailing in pain, Turma was furious.

Damn Zheng Chenggong, damn Zheng Jiajun, insidious and despicable!

No wonder, those artillery soldiers were not worried one by one, it turned out that they did not notice Lao Tzu, but dug three ditches in a row and waited for Lao Tzu.

Now that Lao Tzu has rushed over, you just wait to die!

Turma raised his saber, pointed at the artillery battalion of the Zheng family's army, and drank: "Children, kill with me!" ”

The rest of the Qing cavalry was also full of anger by these three ditches, and they all raised their sabers and rushed forward.

Four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, close, close, you can see the faces of the soldiers of the Zheng family.

But why don't they panic?

Seeing the Eight Banners cavalry coming, shouldn't they scream, then drop their weapons, turn around and run, leave their backs to us, and slaughter at will?

Why did they all stand stupidly, as if they were going to watch a play.

Turma's heart was full of doubts, and before she had time to think about it, the horse that sat down "snorted" and slowed down.

Turma heard the clanging of iron and iron rubbing against each other, and hurriedly looked down.

The ground was covered with countless thistles that shimmered in the moonlight with a cold light that broke Turma's heart.

Hundreds of soaring horses jumped wildly under the sting of the thistle, desperately trying to leave this place.

Turma desperately controlled his war horse, and when he saw that the Zheng family army was already in front of him, he gave up and retreated at this time, and he was not willing at all.

Even if you die today, you have to destroy these firearms.

Turma glared angrily and stabbed the horse's ass with the tip of her knife.

The horse was stabbed violently, forgetting the stinging pain under his feet, and rushed forward in a frenzy.

Turma held his saber high and roared: "Long live the Qing Dynasty, kill!" ”

Slaughtered the Zheng family's artillery battalion without any history.

When the remaining hundreds of Qing soldiers heard this, they paused, and they also learned to stimulate the war horses with sabers like Turma, shouting: "Long live the Qing Dynasty, kill!" ”

The formation formed a conical formation and killed the Zheng family's army. (To be continued.) )