"Quick, get off the boat!"

Amid the captain's anxious shout, Sun Sheng, a soldier of the Ming army, hurriedly picked up the rifle he had just been issued and jumped onto the Zhenhai pier with nervousness.

Behind him was the billowing smoke still burning on the Jinji Mountain Fort, and on the river in front of him on his left, more than a dozen battleships lined up in front of and behind, and the starboard guns continued to roar, pouring cannonballs towards the north of Zhenhai City, and the scene looked extremely spectacular. In the direction of the shelling of these warships, the smoke of gunfire had already obscured the sky like a cloud, and the dense sound of shell explosions and rifle fire was constantly coming from that side. On the dock behind him, transport ships docked, and a large number of Ming soldiers wearing scarlet robes and silver helmets and silver armor like him were getting off the ship and hurrying to the city, and a large number of supplies were also unloaded from the boats, and quickly loaded onto trolleys to be transported to the city by the local people.

This is the battlefield!

Sun Sheng took a deep breath, hurriedly formed the team under the command of the captain, and then ran and rushed to the city.

There are still remnants left by the Qing army when the fire was burned in Zhenhai City, only some old and weak women and children are busy fighting the fire, seeing them immediately show a kind smile, and even some people prepare tea and wait on the side of the road, but no one cares about stopping, all the soldiers run straight to the north of the city. Before boarding the city wall, you can already feel the atmosphere of the big war, countless ordinary people hurriedly shuttled up and down the city, carrying the ammunition transported by those trolleys on the city wall, a large number of Ming soldiers and young and middle-aged people on the city wall kept shouting, the roar of cannons, the whistling of bullets was deafening.

Occasionally, you can even see cannonballs hitting the city walls, scattering shattered bricks and dropping arrows from the sky overhead.

"Quick, get to the city!"

The captain shouted as he brandished his saber.

Sun Sheng and his companions hurriedly climbed the city wall with the nervousness of the first battle, and before they could even take a look out, they were pointed to a battlement of arrows, he hurriedly raised his rifle, and was just about to lean out to look out, when suddenly a strange soldier next to him shouted: "Keep to the right!" ”

He subconsciously moved to the right, and almost at the same time an arrow grazed his shoulder.

He nodded to the soldier in a cold sweat, and then stretched out the rifle in his hand, but at the same time he was dumbfounded, because he didn't know where to fight, and the city walls were densely packed with Qing troops, like the waves of a tsunami, and the green military uniform and hat almost completely obscured the ground.

Of course, a lot of them are dead.

Countless Qing troops carried siege ladders like crazy to the city wall, in the middle of them, the flowering shells of the naval guns continued to explode, and the solid shells fired by the Qing artillery on the city wall that had changed their identities were also constantly causing killing, in front of them, the dead bodies had filled the moat, and the layers were piled up like dead fish that had just been released in a fishing net, but they were still attacking under the urging of the officers behind, and then under the dense bullets of the Ming army on the city wall, they turned into dead corpses and increased the height of the corpse pile.

Sun Sheng, who saw such a tragic scene for the first time, couldn't help but bow his head and vomit.

"Shoot, you hima!"

The soldier yelled.

Sun Sheng hurriedly endured his nausea, aimed outside indiscriminately, and then pulled the trigger almost with his eyes closed, and vaguely saw a Qing army officer on a horse forty or fifty zhang away and fell off his horse.

After firing this shot, Sun Sheng's heartbeat stabilized a lot.

He leaned behind the stack of arrows, reloading somewhat awkwardly, and at the same time looked at the old soldier with some envy, who reloaded the bullet with great speed, and then aimed outside the city and opened fire, and immediately a Qing soldier fell, then retracted the rifle and reloaded again, until he finished the second shot, Sun Sheng finished reloading, and followed his example to aim at a Qing soldier and pull the trigger.

At the same time as the enemy fell less than ten zhang away, Sun Sheng suddenly heard a sound in his chest, and before he could understand it, a sharp arrow was bounced off by the breastplate.

"Look down the dot, don't look around!"

The soldier shouted again.

Sun Sheng stabilized his mind, quickly reloaded and aimed and fired, as bullets continued to shoot out, the Qing troops below fell under his guns one by one, and he finally found that the battlefield was nothing more than that!

At the same time, all the recruits of the Ming army who entered the battlefield were gradually growing up like him.

"Look, the battlefield is the best training ground, you will never grow without blood, and killing a few more Tartars is more effective than any training."

Yang Feng, who was sitting on the city tower, said while drinking tea.

At this time, the scene in front of him was incomparable to any Hollywood blockbuster, tens of thousands of Qing troops rushed to his feet, and then turned into a pile of dead bodies like a garbage patch on the beach, and Zhenhai City became a slaughterhouse, the dead bodies were soaked in blood and water, and it was extremely strange under the clear sky.

"Dashuai, look at it this way, as long as our ammunition can be supplied, the Tartars will never want to break through this Zhenhai City, your bloodletting tactics are really high, let's train behind this city wall, they will come to die in batches, turn this Zhenhai City into a bloodletting ground for the Tartars, let their blood drain in this place, let their courage also drain in this place, no more, let them die tens of thousands of people, and when we counterattack, we don't have to fight the rest I'm afraid we will be scared away."

Feng Zhen said with a smile.

This was Yang Feng's goal of capturing Zhenhai, and the capture of eastern Zhejiang was not within the scope of the plan for the time being, he wanted to seize a strong fortress on land, and then attract the Qing army to constantly attack, train the soldiers and let them drain their blood.

Now I see that this tactic is working.

Because the gap in weapons is too big, although the courage of the Qing army is very surprising, they still have no other choice but to send them to death, their arquebuses have too short range, the accuracy is too poor, their bows and arrows can be used in addition to long-distance projectiles, and they can't get close at all, their cannons can be hit, but because they came in a hurry, they did not carry heavy artillery, but there were artillery left over by the Qing army on the city wall. And the Ming soldiers only need to hide on the city wall to aim at the target, coupled with the support of naval artillery, the army field artillery also began to be transported to the city wall, the battle is completely unequal, until now the corpses of the Qing army have filled the moat, the Ming army casualties are still not more than 100, such a battle is undoubtedly very happy.

However, there is also a trouble, that is, it can not meet heavy rain, although the flintlock pistol can barely be used in the rain, it is still useless if it really encounters heavy rain, although the firearms and even bows and arrows of the Qing army in heavy rain are basically not usable, but after all, people have a huge numerical advantage, even if they use human lives, they can pile up the Ming army, fortunately, it is winter at this time, and the probability of heavy rain is already very low, which is why Yang Feng has not launched the Eastern Zhejiang Campaign until now.

However, to be on the safe side, he should still get the fire hat out.

Of course, this matter is not in a hurry now, anyway, he does not have this pressure in a short time, at least until next summer, it will still be difficult to rain heavily here, and even if this situation really happens, it is not a big deal, it is nothing more than throwing more grenades. He is now making defensive grenades of black powder, although the size is not far away, but if it is used to defend the city, there is no problem with it, and the first batch will be sent soon, in addition to the incendiary ping, it will also be sent soon, and even if it rains and affects the rifle, it can also ensure the city defense of Zhenhai.

"Who's that?"

Yang Feng suddenly pointed to the distance and said.

Far away from the rear of the Qing army, a large group of cavalry suddenly appeared, and a very eye-catching red umbrella was clustered in the middle of the cavalry, under which a white war horse could be seen, and immediately a person wearing apricot yellow cotton armor was wearing a swaggering style for fear that others would not see him.

Feng Zhen immediately picked up the binoculars, looked at it for a while and said, "Red yeast umbrella cover, prince, it's Kang Mazi's little evil seed." ”

"Uh, open the city gate, Ben Shuai will personally fight!"

Yang Feng suddenly came to the spirit.

Yinren, what prince and brother does he like the most now, I missed it last time I went to Yangzhou, but I can't miss it when I get to the door this time, not to mention anything else, it's also very pleasant to have a play.

"Think twice, there are at least thirty or forty thousand people outside!"

Feng Zhen said in a cold sweat on his head, he found that it was now, and he still couldn't keep up with the crazy rhythm of the big handsome, and the tens of thousands of Qing troops outside were blocked, and this uncle actually wanted to kill the supreme commander of the people?

"Thirty or forty thousand people, what can I do!"

Yang Feng said very heroically, and then picked up the meteor hammer next to him and was about to go down, Feng Zhen didn't care about offending, and quickly grabbed him, and said in a pleading tone: "Marshal, please think twice, your identity is different now, although you have the courage of ten thousand people, but after all, there is no accuracy on the battlefield, in case of some accidents, it is not worth taking such a risk for the prince of Tartars." ”

"What are you afraid of, isn't it the Qing army? Ben Shuai has made up his mind, don't stop it! ”

Yang Feng said.

"Then, then let's find another way, don't go through the north gate, you go out of the city and take a battleship upstream, where the Tartar prince is, it is only four or five miles away from the riverbank, although there are some soldiers to protect it, it is far easier than breaking into the tens of thousands of troops in front."

Seeing that he couldn't hold him, Feng Zhen hurriedly said.

"Well, that's good."

Yang Feng also felt that this was more reliable than going out of the city directly to kill a bloody road from an army of thirty or forty thousand, mainly because it was too time-consuming to rush hard from the front, once Yinren ran away, it would be difficult for him to catch up, but it was much simpler to land on the flanks by battleship, the number of Qing troops that needed to be dealt with first was small, and because of the route, even if Yinren wanted to run, he could also intercept it diagonally, and the chance of success was much greater.

In this way, Yang Dashuai carried his tungsten copper meteor hammer, swayed with an irrepressible pleasure, and went directly to a small warship outside the east gate, and then went upriver under the protection of the fleet to go to Yinren to play.

Poor Highness the Crown Prince doesn't know anything at this time!