Turma led the remnants of the cavalry to fight desperately at the artillery battalion of the Zheng family's army.

More than a hundred hussars marched, forward!

Is anyone afraid?

No, not a single one!

Although the cavalry knew that they were rushing to death, no one turned and fled.

At a short distance of 100 meters, under the piercing of the thistle, the war horses fell one by one.

Turma completely ignored the fallen Qing soldiers, and all he had in his eyes was artillery.

He's going to fulfill his mission and destroy these artillery!

Seeing this bell, the Qing soldiers had not yet retreated and continued to move forward.

Zheng Chenggong didn't pretend anymore, and turned to look at the running Qingqi.

There were only ten meters left, and there were only more than thirty Eight Banner cavalry left around Turma.

Turma's eyes were red, and she raised her saber high, trying to chop off the head of the artilleryman in front of her.

The artillery also raised his head at this time and looked at the Qing cavalry rushing towards him, without panic, but with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

The horse rushed forward, and Turma was about to swing his sword.

The horse's hooves seemed to have tripped over something, and the horse's head rushed to the earth.

Turma was thrown from his horse and fell heavily to the ground.

Even wearing cotton armor, Turma felt as if her whole body had been pierced by countless nails, and her body tingled.

Turma was on the ground with one hand, struggling to get up.

The palm of his hand tingled, and he jerked back.

Turma looked at the palm of his hand, there were three or four punctured blood holes, and blood flowed.

Turma looked down and saw that the ground ten meters in front of the artillery battalion was covered with nets made of iron cables, and the most terrible thing was that there were sharp iron nails on the nets.

Turma watched sadly as her beloved horse fell to the iron net, its back covered with blood from the nails, and the blood stained its hair like a burning flame.

As soon as the horse moved, the iron net wrapped around it pierced even deeper.

The horses neighed and wailed, but they just couldn't get out of the predicament.

Looking at the painful appearance of the war horse, Turma stood up with the stinging pain.

Ren Iron Thorn cut his calf, Turma walked over and freed the horse from the pain with a single sword.

After disposing of the war horse, Turma stepped on the iron nail and walked towards the Zheng family army step by step.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Seeing Dutong walking forward, more than a dozen Qing soldiers also struggled to stand up, killed their war horses, and followed Turma to kill the Zheng family's army.

Looking at these people, Zheng Chenggong sighed and said, "Send them on the road!" They are soldiers, and there should be a way for soldiers to die! ”

He Wenxing nodded, "Yes, General!" ”

He Wenxing walked to the side of the musket battalion that had already been prepared, and drank: "Fire!" ”

The clash of 5,000 muskets rang out, and more than a dozen Qing soldiers suddenly danced like dolls, their bodies twisted.

At that moment, the gunfire was silent, and the Qing soldiers all fell in a pool of blood.

Looking at Turma, who had fallen in front of the artillery battalion, Zheng Chenggong shook his head and said, "Bury these people!" They are warriors, and they should be treated like warriors! ”

Chen Yonghua just wanted to step forward and say that if the heads of the Qing army were cut off and thrown into the city, the morale of the Qing army in the city would be even more damaged.

Yao Qisheng grabbed him and shook his head slightly.

Chen Yonghua didn't know why Yao Qisheng wanted to stop him, but he believed that Yao Qisheng would not stop him for no reason, so he stopped.

At first, the artillery fire stopped for a while, and Marseille was very happy, thinking that Turma had succeeded.

Unexpectedly, soon, artillery fire began to ravage the city walls again.

Cracks in the stones that blew the walls of the city.

Zheng Jiajun's firepower was still fierce, and he didn't feel the slightest loss.

Unsure of what was happening outside the city, Marseille restlessly walked around the barracks not far from the city gates.

Just as Marseille wanted to call out a green battalion soldier to hang out of the city with a hanging basket to find out the news.

Suddenly, there was a rain of arrows in the sky, and the Qing soldiers near the head of the city hurriedly retreated, and a few unlucky people couldn't dodge and were hit by a few arrows.

He opened his mouth, ready to shout, but found that the place where he was hit by the arrow was only a little painful.

He looked down and saw that the arrow had no arrow, and that it had a piece of paper tied to it.

The Qing soldiers hurriedly picked it up and opened it, only to see that the paper read: Your soldiers and horses have been wiped out, and Nanjing City can't stand it! Now there are only two paths before you, surrender is the way to live, and I guarantee the safety of your lives and property in the name of recruiting the general! If you are stubborn to the end, once the city is broken, there will be no forgiveness. If anyone can get the head of the Manchu Dynasty, the head of the Qing soldiers will be awarded 30 taels, the Qing capital will be awarded 500 taels, and the general level will be awarded 3,000 taels. The matter has burned the eyebrows, don't hesitate, please make up your mind quickly!

More and more Qing soldiers discovered the abnormality of the arrows, and they couldn't help but pick them up and look at them.

Marseille also discovered at this time that the arrows were tied with a paper of persuasion.

Marsai couldn't believe it when he saw the news that Turma had been completely annihilated.

Marsai felt that even if Turma could not succeed, he would be able to escape with his horsepower, and he did not expect that he would be completely destroyed.

Marseille looked at the paper dryly and asked Allegiance, "Do you think what the letter says is true?" Has the Turma tribe really been wiped out? ”

Guan Xiaozhong hurriedly jumped to his feet and said, "My lord, the most troublesome thing now is not that General Turma was killed. And if you want to send someone to take back all those papers, you must not let it shake the morale of the army! ”

Only then did Marseille react and said, "Yes, yes, yes, tell people to take it all, whoever dares to hide it privately, there will be no forgiveness!" “

Jiang Guozhu was sent to collect the letter of persuasion.

But how many arrows Zheng Chenggong shot into, how Jiang Guozhu knows.

If the bolder Qing soldiers were secretly hiding, Jiang Guozhu would also know.

And the contents of this paper have been read by many people.

Even if the paper is put away, what can it do?

These Qing soldiers spread the word of mouth, and soon, the whole city will know about it.

When the Qing soldiers were busy collecting, because the city was ravaged by the artillery of the Zheng family, there was no way to stand at all.

Guan Xiaozhong came up with a plan and sent someone to erect a big pole near the highest part of the city wall.

Send a soldier to stand and supervise the situation outside the city.

Under the suppression of artillery fire, the Qing soldiers were unable to stop the Zheng army from filling the moat. With the help of tens of thousands of people, Zheng Jiajun quickly filled in the ditch.

As soon as the moat was filled, the Zheng family's army of 100,000 troops and 20,000 sailors rolled towards Nanjing City.

In order to conquer the city of Nanjing as soon as possible.

At the beginning, Zheng Jiajun tried his best. (To be continued.) )