The resistance of the Ming army that broke through the city defense was very slight at first, first, because the focus of the Qing army's defense was not here, second, because of the sudden explosion and a round of heavy bombardment, which caused heavy casualties to the Qing army, and the rest were surrounded by fear and confusion, and did not organize effective resistance in a short time.

The Ming soldiers who rushed through the sloping gap, under the command of their respective officers, quickly seized the breaches of the city walls on both sides, covering the follow-up troops to swarm into the city. The troops that entered the city were deployed according to the plan, advancing the attack in the east, south, and north directions, expanding the occupied area and enabling more troops to enter the city and participate in the battle.

The sound of gunfire, explosions, and shouts of killing spread from the west of the city, and the fighting spread in all directions. Although the Qing army in other places was reinforced, the Ming army had firmly controlled the breakthrough, and more and more troops participated in the battle, and the defeat of the Qing army was inevitable.

Reloaded, stepped forward, fired, and the musketeers, formed in array, advanced steadily and firmly along the streets, using the method of forward shooting. Volleys rang out in a shrill whistle, and clouds of white smoke filled the air, which was quickly blown away by the wind.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Swords and guns collide and collide, and bullets and arrows shuttle through the air. Flesh and blood flew and the hand-to-hand combat was brutal and bloody, followed by bursts of musket fire and grenade explosions.

The artillery carried the bombardment cannon into the city to help the battle, making the balance of the battle more inclined to the Ming army. The troops advancing to the north routed the enemy in front of them and occupied the west gate, and a large number of villagers bravely, under the protection of a small number of Ming troops, carried the Fran cannon and the gun wagon into the city.

The shotgun-loaded Furlong was pushed to the front of the line with rapid fire, relying on the high rate of fire, spraying hundreds or thousands of lead bullets at the enemy in front of them. In the narrow streets, the power of the Franco's cannon is revealed, and the lead bullets sweep through. The corpses of the Qing army were pillowed, and countless wounded were numerous. The Ming army pushing north was like a tiger with wings, and along the city wall turned to attack the north gate.

With a strong pull, with the splattering blood, the bayonet was pulled out of the Qing soldier's body, kicking away the heavy corpse. Tang Ji gasped sharply under the eaves.

Hit with guns at a distance and stabbed with bayonets at a distance, although the Ming army had the advantage and stubbornly pushed forward, losses were inevitable. After some hand-to-hand combat, the musketeers in Tang Ji's platoon had dispersed, but the musket queue on the street was still tight. Seeing that the comrades in white-knuckle combat had dispersed to both sides, muskets raised in unison, behind the sharp whistle. A dense salvo was issued. Stop and reload, the back row steps up, raises guns, whistles, volleys.

A few arrows flew in, and the three Ming soldiers fell in response, and Tang Ji stepped forward quickly to fill the gap. The figure beside him shook, and the two comrades-in-arms also stood up.

Shoot. Forward, the Ming army pressed the Qing soldiers in front of them step by step. Because the Qing army in the south was attracted by artillery bombardment, the number was the largest, which made the battle more intense, the advance was slower, and the casualties were greater.

There were fewer and fewer Qing troops in person. It will soon be defeated, but the pace of the Ming army's advance is a pause, and there is something in front of him that he once expected, but hopes that it will not happen.

Hundreds of civilian-looking people appeared behind the Qing soldiers who had been killed and scattered, and walked numbly and obediently towards the Ming army. Behind the people. It was a Qing soldier wielding a knife and a gun, scolding and shouting loudly.

"Rush, let them rush." Xu Chenggong's face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth and shouted behind the battle.

Rush, rush! See how you decide when faced with a defenceless people? It was those people who fled in all directions, disrupting the positions on both sides, and it was also beneficial to our army without any harm, come and fight with our army, what I want now is chaos! Hold on until dark, maybe something will turn around.

Desperate people often have crazy thoughts, but guys like Yunlong and Xu Chenggong can only be called humanoid beasts if they say they are human. They know that they are doomed, but they want to see more people shed blood and die in order to be satisfied and comforted.

The swords and guns were waved, the blood was splashed, and the people were confused at first, but now they woke up, and each shouted and desperately rushed to the Ming army.

The shrill whistle sounded, which made the confused and hesitant Ming soldiers sober up and shoot their guns. But the officer also hesitated for a moment, the order was late, and the people had already rushed to less than thirty meters.

After a volley, the second row of soldiers had just stepped to the front, and the people had already rushed to the front, and after the sparse gunfire, the people and the Ming army were already face to face.

Tang Ji hesitated, the gun in his hand did not fire, but subconsciously stretched the bayonet forward. He had been fighting for nearly two hours, and this was an almost random movement, but he stabbed a sturdy man who was running in front, and saw that the man's face was shocked, but his body slowly fell limp.

The "buzzing" bowstring sounded, and a feathered arrow swept over the people and shot into the ranks of the Ming army, screaming, moaning, muffled, and plopping, and many Ming soldiers were shot and fell to the ground.

All kinds of voices echoed in Tang Ji's ears, and he didn't need to turn his head to look, just to know that his comrades on the left and right were constantly being shot by the arrows that flew on. His anger rushed to the top of his head, his eyes were red, and he drew his bayonet from the corpses of the people, and stabbed them at the people who met them.

It was another feather arrow, and the despicable Qing army hid behind the people, using the throwing of bows and arrows to kill and wound a lot of Ming troops.

"Kill, kill!"

"Those who stand in the way die, and those who retreat are killed!"

"Either they die, or we die, kill, kill forward."

The shouts rang out, and there were officers at all levels, as well as angry soldiers like Tang Ji, which were both orders and reminders and warnings.

The muskets rang out again, and more and more soldiers came to their senses, and when they fired their guns, they poked their bayonets at the people who ran up. The stagnant battle formation regained its vitality and moved forward, and the rain of arrows continued to fire, increasing the casualties of the Ming army.

Those people originally thought that the Ming army would let go of the road and let them escape, only caring about their own lives, regardless of the outcome of the chaos of the Ming army's battle array. At this time, seeing that the Ming army would kill people like a fierce god, he pushed straight over, and he was so frightened that he was terrified. The people in front are desperately moving backwards, but the people who are driven forward in the back do not know what to do, and they are still desperately moving forward, not to mention that the Qing army has begun to slash and kill in the back, desperately shooting arrows, and driving this group of people who are like lambs forward.

The bright red in front of me was full of people who were dying and struggling but didn't know where to live. Watching them scurry around like headless flies, squeezing away their compatriots who were thinner than themselves, looking for a safe place to hide, those who were even weaker actually sat directly in place, regardless of the muskets and bayonets of the Ming army. It was still the Qing army's big sword that was approaching, and he sat upright and died silently without resistance, even the screams were so weak.

"Kill, kill!" Tang Ji roared angrily, tears burst out of his eyes, and in his blurred vision, he saw that the figure in front of him was raising a gun and stabbing it, a mechanical action. Over and over again.

"Good man, go to the country; The head can be broken, and the spine is not broken; Good man, go to the country; If you don't return to the rivers and mountains, you won't return to your hometown; Good boy, go to war; Blood can flow, and the ambition is high; Good boy, go to war; For loved ones. Denin Kang ......"

The singing rang out from behind, and more and more soldiers joined in. In the flesh and blood, the tragic battle appears generous and tragic.

Forward with a rain of arrows, forward with blood and corpses, forward, forward!

The people were gone, except for those who had survived less than two feet from the streets, and the rest had fallen on the battlefield.

The two armies were on their way. The more tragic battle began again. The guns rang out, the bayonets stepped forward one after another, and the anger and hatred that had been pent-up in the chests of the Ming soldiers finally had a goal to vent, and they broke out with double bravery and violence. There were even Ming soldiers who ignored the danger at hand, and smashed grenades at the humanoid beasts on the opposite side.

"Resist. Resist! Xu Chenggong shouted desperately, but he couldn't stop the soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit from retreating.

There was a scream in the air, and several black things smashed into the ranks of the Qing army, bouncing on the ground in smoke, and then there was a loud bang.

The dazzling white light dazzled the eyes of the Qing army and deafened their ears. Several large pits appeared on the ground, and around the pits were pillow corpses and countless stumps and severed arms. Xu Chenggong, who was still shouting under the banner just now, disappeared without a trace and disappeared into this shocking explosion.

The bombardment of these bombardment cannons completely destroyed the Qing army's will to fight, and under the fierce offensive of the Ming soldiers, the defeat turned into a rout, and the retreat turned into a flight, throwing down the swords and guns, and running in all directions.

"Kill!" Tang Ji pulled the bayonet out of a Qing soldier who surrendered on his knees, kicked down the corpse, and followed his comrades to chase forward.

Catching up with it is a bayonet stabbing, whether you turn around to resist or kneel on the ground and beg for mercy. In front of the red-eyed Ming soldiers, the Qing soldiers in the south of the city were killed and wounded, and the wolf bèi fled. Well, there are no wounded, no prisoners, and in the eyes of the angry and almost irrational avengers, only killing, killing, can temper the hatred in their hearts.

Although the battle is fierce, there is no suspense. The Ming soldiers were numerous, the guns were sharp, the battle formation was strict, and the fighting spirit was high; The Qing army was gradually divided, stubbornly resisted, dying and struggling, and the fighting spirit was weak.

The Qing army in Guangdong was the most effective soldier of Shang Kexi's domain, but there were less than 3,000 "veterans who fought with Shang Kexi" in the east and west, which was complained to the Qing court during the Xinhui Battle a few years ago. "It's gratifying that there are only 2,500 soldiers under him, only 2,300 under Jimao, and only 20,000 soldiers under the Green Battalion. Everywhere the conquest is not without damage, it is difficult to recruit, and the top compensation rate is all southerners, all wandering generations, and none of them are warlords. ”

In other words, almost all of the soldiers and horses under the current domain were recruited later, and everything from combat experience to fighting will was greatly reduced. Although the Ming army has also been replenished repeatedly, the training cycle of musketeers is short, and the assassination is only a few simple actions, and basically a batch can be trained in a month. Coupled with the stimulation of welfare benefits, the political propaganda in place, and the completeness of the aftermath of the pension, the cutting-edge division is also very powerful.

The main point is that the expansion of the Ming army has unique advantages. In order to better allow the growth of new recruits and implement the training method of using the old to lead the new, the expansion of the Ming army should be more accurately supplemented. There are no new recruits in the formation, but the old units are constantly injected with fresh blood, swelled to a certain extent, and then split up in formations.

With veterans with them, recruits can grasp the experience of veterans as quickly as possible; With veterans with them, the recruits have the backbone in the battle array. After one or two actual battles, the recruits will quickly mature, and even enter the ranks of veterans, and begin to teach the real recruits by word and deed.

After this form of expansion, the combat effectiveness of the army will definitely decline in the early stage, but the skeleton still exists, and the declining Cheng dù can be controlled within a certain range. This kind of expansion is an easier opportunity for veterans to be promoted, and most of the captains and chiefs are veterans. If you are more motivated, study more, and be more literate, you can apply to study in the lecture hall and move towards the intermediate military rank.

Even if you are a veteran and have not been promoted, there will be differences in terms of military salary and treatment. At the very least, military salaries and bereavement pensions are increased according to the length of service and military merits, and the distribution of land after retirement has also increased greatly according to the years and merits.

Therefore, whether you are enthusiastic about serving the country or serving as a soldier and eating food, as long as you work hard, there will always be benefits for you. Of course, the punishment for soldiers' violations of discipline, slacking off in battle, and cowering in fear of death is also unprecedentedly severe. Attaching equal importance to grace and power, and clear rewards and punishments, have always been the characteristics of a strong army.

It was almost dusk, and tens of thousands of people were still fighting in the city. The sounds of killing, muskets, and explosions mingled and echoed over the city.

The Qing army had been divided and surrounded in a few isolated areas, and although it was still resisting, it had no power to fight back. Villagers volunteered in groups, led by a small number of Ming soldiers, or in large areas of urban areas occupied by the Ming army, to search and kill Qing soldiers from house to house, during which occasional sporadic battles occurred; Or pick up the dead bodies in the streets, pull them out of the city in wooden carts and burn them.

Light artillery pieces were pushed into the city, advancing towards the various areas where the battle was still being fought, and those that were already in place opened their positions and bombarded the high-rise compounds and barricades that the Qing army was guarding. The bombardment cannon fired shells one after another behind the Ming army's position, and the explosion on the ground was a mess, or buried the Qing soldiers in the broken bricks and tiles, or blew the Qing soldiers to the bones and tendons, and suffered heavy casualties.

At this point in the battle, it is foolish to charge indiscriminately without sparing the lives of soldiers. The recalcitrant Qing army was already meat on the anvil and was slaughtered.

Li Sixing and Wu Sanxing stood on the city tower and quietly watched the city. As the sun sets, red light envelops it, as if it were a blood-stained city.

"The Qing army obviously didn't expect our army to break through the city so quickly, and only focused on the defense of the city wall, but did not prepare for street battles." Wu Sanxing said faintly: "If this is not the case, I am afraid that the casualties of our army will increase greatly. ”

"Today's casualties are not small." Li Sixing paused and sighed, "Zhang Guoyong's department suffered the greatest casualties, and he was so sad that he burst into tears. They also fought the hardest, and there were not many prisoners. ”

"Captive-" Wu Sansheng sneered and said, "Even if Your Highness doesn't want to bear the notoriety of killing prisoners, lifelong hard labor is also the lightest punishment." However, the final decision should be after the conquest of Guangzhou. At that time, it will be decided by His Royal Highness, and it will not be a matter for us to worry about. ”

Li Sixing didn't speak for a long time, and finally said in a low voice: "For some people, as long as they can live, no matter what kind of way they live, they can live one more day is a day, and they can live one more time is a while. like the people of this city—"

…………… (To be continued......)