"Withdraw, withdraw!"

On the streets of Xin'an County, a Qing army general on horseback shouted like madness, and behind him the chaotic soldiers ran in terror as if a terrifying monster was chasing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

That's when ......

There was a loud bang, and the two iron-clad city gates suddenly opened, and at the same time, along with the fragments of the city gates, a huge black shadow flew in with a terrifying evil wind, and instantly smashed into the fleeing Qing army, bounced in the splash of blood and flesh and rubble on the street, and then landed again, like a stone grinding mill that crushed grain, crushing a bloody road in the Qing army.

Outside the city gate, Lin Dong, the commander of the Seventh Brigade of the Ming Army, subconsciously sweated.

He found that the prince was getting more and more violent.

Unexpectedly, without a rocket bombarding the city gate, he directly threw a 3,000-pound cannon barrel over and smashed it open.

"Quick, get into town!"

Of course, he didn't have time to understand what kind of mentality Yang Wang Ye was, and then shouted with a wave of the revolver in his hand.

Behind him, thousands of soldiers of the Seventh Brigade held bayonet rifles, shouted like a tide to bypass Yang Wangye, who was standing in front of him like a reef, and flowed through the moat that was not too deep, and rushed into Xin'an County, like a hungry tiger pounced on food, chasing and killing the Qing army that was defeated at the west gate in the city, and the explosion of gunshots and grenades continued to sound in this small county town. The Qing army, who had no time to escape from the city, also knew that there was no way out, so they simply fought with the Ming army with a smoothbore flintlock pistol with a bayonet, which was also full of hatred, and the streets and alleys of Xin'an immediately became a battlefield of flesh and blood.

Yang Feng didn't enter the city, this level of battle didn't need him to do it, he just stood there with his hands behind his back, and watched the battle in the city with a pretending indifference.

Suddenly, there was a dull loud noise behind him, and in the distance in the direction of the dam east of Hangu Pass, a smoke and dust like an angry wave rose into the sky, which was a dam blown up by the Ming army, and with the river water accumulated in this dam pouring down, the passage of the Jianhe valley was completely opened, and then the huge heavy equipment of the Ming army will continue to attack through this river valley to the depth of the Kunhan Road.

After Xin'an, there is also a pond, which is also a strong fortress group.

But it's not a big deal.

Just smash it over.

Two hours later, the battle in Xin'an City ended, and the Qing army defending the city was wiped out except for some of them, and nearly 2,000 people remained.

"Your Highness, the person you want has brought."

Lin Dong walked in front of Yang Feng, who was drinking tea in front of the sunset on the city tower, knelt down on one knee and saluted.

"Bring it here!"

Yang Wangye said lightly.

Immediately afterwards, a burly middle-aged strong man with a black and red complexion was brought to him, and he knelt on the ground tremblingly, and shouted in fear: "The grass people Wang An knocked on the king of Wu Chitose. ”

"You'll be rewarded."

Yang Feng said and picked up a stack of banknotes and threw them in front of him.

"Grass, the grass people thank the prince for his grace, I don't know what the prince commands."

The king lay there and didn't dare to raise his head and said.

"Go melt this thing, and make a big stick for this king."

Yang Feng kicked a copper cannon next to him and said.

Well, what Qinglong knife, what meteor hammer, what pure steel, can't satisfy his desire to become tai, but the feeling of smashing people with a cannon just now makes him very happy, but this cannon is inconvenient to hold after all, so it's better to process it and use it.

"Well, I don't know what style the prince wants."

Wang An was stunned for a moment.

"Style, this doesn't need to be too complicated, just a mallet, but not too long, half a zhang is fine, but this cannon must be used all, and it must be as soon as possible, and it must not be made for this king at the latest."

Yang Feng said.

"Villain's Will!"

Wang An hurriedly said.

This work is not difficult, it is nothing more than to make a sand mold and then melt the cannon into it, bronze is not steel, it can be melted in a few hundred degrees, that is, you need a super large crucible, this Wang An is the director of a cannon casting workshop of the Qing army in Xin'an, this kind of thousands of catties of cannons is very difficult to transport on the Cuihan Road, and the coke and copper of the cannon casting also have to be transported from the east, so the Qing army opened a separate workshop here, with a large enough crucible.

Immediately afterwards, a group of soldiers stepped forward, carried the cannon down the city wall, loaded the waiting carriage and drove to the workshop, to forge his unique weapon for Yang Wangye.

At this time, the Qing army headquarters in Shaanzhou City was already gloomy.

Cijian, Hangu Pass, Xin'an three fortresses continued to fall one after another, more than 7,000 Qing army casualties made Yinqi and Nian Qianyao can't help but have a trace of panic, although these three fortresses can actually only be regarded as the periphery of the Cuihan defense line, not the core of their defense, but such a fast speed of being captured, still makes them a little at a loss.

"This damn demon!"

Nian Qianyao slapped the table sadly and angrily.

The news of Yang Feng personally going into battle was a huge blow to the morale of the Qing army, after all, everyone knew that the goods were not human at all, and the demons that could be blocked by cannonballs were simply mortals who could not be killed, coupled with that terrifying power, it was completely desperate on the battlefield, even if he hated his skin and bones, but at this time, many people in the Qing army subconsciously wanted to run.

"Lord Heng, it's better to give up the pond altogether, save the lives of the soldiers in vain, and concentrate on guarding the mountain."

Then he said to Yinqi.

The latter has been named Prince Heng, in fact, several adult sons of Kang Mazi have all been crowned princes, and they are all hereditary, even important ministers with foreign surnames like Nian Qianyao have been knighted, and Nian Qianyao has been directly named a first-class marquis, and now Kang Mazi has nothing else to reward his subordinates, no money, no official position, what else can he reward his subordinates? He can only use the knighthood, which does not cost much, but is more effective, to show his favor, after all, a duke is nothing more than a few hundred taels of silver a year.

"Abandoned pool?"

Yinqi hesitated.

Michi is the last fortress on the periphery of the defense line of Kuoshan, abandoning the pond is equivalent to the main body of the Cuishan defense line, that is, there are also Kip Shiguan and Yanling Pass in Cuishan to face the Ming army, in case of some accidents, then you have to fight a decisive battle in Shaanzhou City, but if you don't abandon Mianchi, you will definitely not be able to stop Yang Feng there, but in vain to take thousands of precious Eight Banners elite soldiers, you must know that the number of Eight Banners elite soldiers is not very much.

After all, it was all forced by the demon.

If it was just the Ming army, although it was estimated that it would not be able to hold it in the end, at least there would be some hope, but there would be basically no hope for the Yang demon to play.

"Lord Wang, the slave has a plan, if you get it right, you may be able to deal with that demon."

At this time, a small official next to him said.

"Say!"

Yinqi said immediately.

"That demon really can't be killed with cannonballs, but I don't know if it can block the explosion of more than a dozen catties of gunpowder, if we find a group of warriors, each with a dozen catties of explosives tied to him and rush to him to light it, maybe we can blow up this demon in one fell swoop, anyway, Michi is already abandoned, so just try there."

The petty official said viciously.

"Wonderful! Why haven't we thought of this before? ”

Nian Qianyao's eyes lit up, and he immediately patted the case and said excitedly.

Indeed, although bullets can't kill shells, can't kill shells, and swords are even more useless, but no one has ever tried whether a pure explosion can kill the demon, the explosion power of more than a dozen catties of gunpowder is quite terrifying, even a rock can be blown up, and the demon is only flesh and blood in the end, maybe it will work!

If Yang Feng can be killed in one fell swoop, let alone keep this pass, it is just around the corner that the Qing Dynasty Zhongxing can regain the world.

Well, it doesn't seem to be easy at this time.

After all, whether it is military or financial strength, Jiangsu and Zhejiang have far surpassed any place.

But after all, it will still allow people to see the light, and not the future will be as bleak as it is now.

As for the warrior who plays this, that is even less worth mentioning, as long as he can die with the demon, we have such a good man in the Qing Dynasty, how many Qing soldiers who have a deep blood feud with him are now just trying to kill him, and they knew that there was no hope before, so they would collapse in front of him, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I am afraid that the vast majority of Qing soldiers will have no hesitation.

"Okay, that's it, if you can blow up that demon, this king will protect you Tian Wenjing as a hereditary duke!"

Yin Qi immediately patted the little official on the shoulder and said.

Of course Yang Feng didn't know that the Qing army was about to use human bombs against him, and he was looking at his new toy with a collapsed face at this time, and that Wang An only took less than two days to build a big stick mallet for him, but this big stick mallet ......

"This is what the king wants?"

He looked speechlessly at something like a beam at his feet.

"Lord Qiqi, this is what the cannon melted and cast."

Wang An said as he lay on the ground.

Well, because Yang Feng made a serious mistake in estimating the volume of the cannon, the big stick mallet made was a bit too exaggerated, and the grip that he could hold with one hand was only enough to hold, and he limited the length to half a zhang, but the original cannon must be used all, two thousand catties of bronze, which is one and a half modern tons, and the diameter of the cylinder made into a one-five-meter-long cylinder must be at least more than thirty centimeters thick, so even if the back is only able to hold with both hands, then the front section must be thickened as much as possible, and finally made, It looks like an oversized beer bottle.

Yang Feng lowered his head speechlessly, held the mouth of the solid bronze beer bottle with both hands, picked it up at once, held it in his hand and looked at it, as if he had returned to the eventful years of group fights in the dance hall in a trance.

He suddenly yelled.

The bronze stick hung with the sound of the wind, like a meteorite on the city wall, like the dust stirred up by cannonballs rushed to the sky, and the Ming soldiers and Wang An on both sides were shocked and screamed, and they all subconsciously fell, and at the same time, the half-rammed earth city wall under their feet collapsed like a landslide mountain, and the large clods of earth rolled down the moat with a rumbling sound. (To be continued.) )