After letting Da Yu'er go, the redshirts began to pour oil on the open space outside the noon gate, pouring the kind of fierce fire oil with good burning performance, seeing this scene, Dai Wenlong couldn't help but ask Liu Ziguang and said: "Dashuai refining fire oil is volatile, and if you pour it for a while, you can't light it, isn't it a waste?" ”

Liu Ziguang praised: "The young man is good, he knows that the school is not in vain, you are optimistic about it, and it is not wasted." ”

Sure enough, Da Yu'er went back not a quarter of an hour, and the Qing army came to attack the city again, and when they pounced on the noon gate, a rocket shot over, and a raging fire ignited in front of the door, countless figures howled miserably in the firelight, rolling, and the tragic situation was comparable to the Abi hell, which frightened the Qing army in the rear and did not dare to move forward.

Finally, it was burned out, leaving charred corpses all over the ground, and the smell of barbecue was permeated in the air, Rao was a veteran of a hundred battles, and he couldn't help but be frightened, this battle was really more and more cruel.

But the Qing army was not frightened back, and when the flames were extinguished, they still pounced on them, and the fire guns, bows and arrows opened the way, followed by the ladder soldiers and the Jianrui battalion, as if they didn't know the fear at all, but this kind of unstrategic brute force was no different from sending them to death, and the Qing army fell one after another outside the noon gate, and the corpses were stacked on top of each other, everyone was shot in the chest, but they still rushed over, so that the redshirts became mechanical shooting, and they didn't even need to aim, and they could hit people with a single shot.

The Qing army rushed for half an hour, leaving at least 5,000 corpses behind, and the continuous shooting outside the noon gate made the ammunition of the Red Shirts quickly strained, and the ammunition carried by the soldiers was exhausted, and now they have begun to use the reserve ammunition box for survival.

Liu Ziguang's expression also became solemn, he saw that these dead Qing soldiers were all soldiers of the lower five banners and the eight banners of the Han Dynasty, and the real elite of the upper three banners did not move, although this style of play was clumsy, but it was indeed useful to use the tactics of the sea of people, which could not only consume the enemy's ammunition, but also hit the enemy's morale.

The Red Shirts are no exception, even if everyone is a murderous elite soldier, they also feel unbelievable when they see this situation, the Qing Army is taking human lives to fill up, according to this way of playing, sooner or later, the corpses will be piled up as high as the noon gate, and they can climb over without a ladder.

Those Western soldiers in green flat hats can no longer accept this cruel mode of oriental warfare, and their expressions are extremely painful, as if they are suppressing the resentment and fear in their hearts, Liu Ziguang knows that their psychological endurance has reached a critical point, but now they must persevere, and they can be sublimated by persevering in the past.

No one blamed Liu Ziguang for letting go of such a good human shield, because the marshal had his own arrangements, and he didn't have to explain to everyone, and no one complained about being surrounded by the Qing regiments and fighting so hard, because the airborne troops were born to be surrounded, and this creed had long become their slogan.

Kangxi stood on the end gate with a blue face, kneeling behind a few commanders and staff, these people really couldn't bear to fight like this again, and tried to persuade the emperor to change the way of playing, but Kangxi listened to the words of the emperor's grandmother, and he was determined to attack the afternoon gate, he gave a death order to the people below, even if the last person was killed, he had to go up, even if he took the pile of corpses, he had to cross the noon gate. There have already been two leaders who were beheaded by Kangxi because of cowardice, but there are still people who risk death to speak.

Emperor Kangxi is fifteen years old this year, and fifteen-year-old boy has such a tenacious heart, and it is not easy for the scorching smell outside the noon gate and the blood red in his eyes to stimulate the nerves of the young man, and his temples are constantly beating, and every time he falls, Every sacrifice makes his heart ache, but this moment can not be stopped, not a second can not stop, only with thousands of flesh and blood can seize this opportunity to annihilate the most powerful enemy of the Qing Dynasty, only by killing Liu Ziguang, the Qing Dynasty has a way out, and there is a way out for the Manchurians, this is what the imperial grandmother warned him, Kangxi himself thinks so, he even thinks that Liu Ziguang is really in the previous life, he has a grudge with the Aixin Jueluo family in his last life, and he specially came to seek revenge in this life.

The troops responsible for the main attack are the troops of the lower five banners and the green battalion soldiers, and the upper three banner troops under the direct control of the royal family are recuperating and recuperating, and then investing in this new force after the ammunition of the Ming army is exhausted, this style of play is naturally opposed by the banner owners, but Kangxi has made up his mind, and no one can shake the will of the emperor. bsp; After a moment's pause, the Qing army attacked again, this time on a larger scale, starting from all directions, encircling the eighteen-zhang wide tube, and the river could not stop them, so they simply set up a pontoon bridge under the bombardment of artillery fire, and then the ladder soldiers and archers were still on the ground.

The defense line expanded, and the strength of the Red Shirt Army immediately became tense, and the Forbidden City, which was defended by a thousand people, was overstretched with a radius of 1,300 zhang, and if it were not for the sharp weapons and high walls, it would not be able to hold it for a moment.

The bullets ran out, the grenades were thrown out, the fire oil ran out, and the last few shells remained, and the corpses in front of the noon gate were really piled up to such a high city wall, the Qing army also killed red eyes, and did not even take a shield, directly brandished a long knife, stepped on the corpse, and rushed up, while the red shirts met the past with bayonets, and the two armies began bloody hand-to-hand combat, in the end, the red shirts were more skilled, and a counter-charge pressed the Qing army back.

A bloodstained Du Tong ran to Kangxi to report: "The emperor has killed three more battalions, killed more than 3,000 brothers, and if we continue to fight, our people with blue flags will finish fighting." His hoarse voice was filled with anxiety and distress, but Kangxi was unmoved: "I don't want numbers, as long as I fight the last person at noon, I will fight for me!" ”

Dutong kowtowed to Kangxi three leaders, led the remnants of the soldiers to rush up again, and after a while, Kangxi saw this Dutong fall under the knife of the Ming army through the clairvoyant mirror, put down the clairvoyant mirror, Kangxi's heart was dripping blood, and he couldn't bear to fill in the lives of these athletes in vain, but someone must sacrifice to fight, and if the person with the blue flag does not die, there will be people with other flags who die.

The huge sacrifice was finally exchanged for results, the ammunition of the Ming army had been exhausted, and the firearms and bayonets were far less good than spears, so that the comparison of weapons between the two armies was finally reversed, Kangxi waved his hand, and the troops of the Shangsanqi, who had been recuperating for a long time, were finally dispatched.

Seeing another wave of enemies pressing up, the tired Red Shirt soldiers did not speak, but silently clenched the swords and guns in their hands, and when they raided and occupied the Forbidden City, they captured a lot of cold weapons of the Qing army, which will come in handy, don't think that the Red Shirts will only use the seeds of firearms, and they will still be elite soldiers when they play with cold weapons.

The swords, guns, bows and arrows of the Qing army and the imperial forest army are all made of fine workmanship, and they are also handy to use, and the red shirt soldiers hold the enemy's weapons and the troops of the yellow flag, the yellow flag, and the white flag are forced to touch, and the elite soldiers are fighting against the elite soldiers, and the knives and guns are extremely fierce, Liu Ziguang holds the treasure knife, and the stumps and limbs fly everywhere the soldiers go, and a bitter battle finally drives the Qing army down, but this time the Ming army lost a lot of money, and sixteen soldiers died on the spot. So far, 78 people have been killed, 232 people have been wounded, and more than 10,000 enemies have been annihilated.

The casualty rate is so large, and the most composed officer is also a little anxious, but everyone is relieved to see the calm and calm face of the marshal, what else is there to be afraid of when the marshal is with us.

In fact, Liu Ziguang was also anxious in his heart, why didn't the predetermined strategy work? If the fight continues like this, the brothers will have to explain that these people are the essence of the Red Shirts, and I don't know how much money it took to train them, and it would be a pity to be wiped out like this.

Although he was anxious, he couldn't show it on his face, he could only pretend to be calm, Liu Ziguang carried a treasure knife, and took a few guards with strong martial arts to act as a firefighting team everywhere, Donghua Gate for a while, Shenwumen was busy for a while, several guards were tired of this book, and the literature network was even more out of breath, and the Qing army climbed up to the city several times and was driven down by Liu Ziguang himself, and the purple and gold crown on his head did not know where he was lost, and the golden armor was also splashed with blood, and the most important thing was that Liu Ziguang actually felt tired, which was an unprecedented phenomenon.

Liu Ziguang knows the origin of his body, although he is agile and powerful, but it is not an incorruptible body, and he needs a lot of energy, when the energy can not be fully replenished, this body will become less neat, the so-called energy is also very simple, it is high-calorie and high-protein food, which is why Liu Ziguang eats a lot of food, and he has to eat several meals a day.

But now, where to find high-calorie meals, even if there is food, there is no time to eat, everywhere urgently, everywhere for help, those people in the Taihe Hall Square are also a little restless, faintly have the intention of rioting, and are about to kill a few people to deter them, suddenly black smoke rises somewhere in the palace, and the water is gone!

It was really a house leak, and it rained overnight, and it was surrounded by people on all sides, and a raging fire was ignited inside, presumably some guards who had slipped through the net were hiding in the corner of the palace, and only when the time was ripe did they set the fire on fire, at this time, the redshirts had no strength to search for the remnants of the palace guards, let alone the strength to put out the fire, so they could only sit and wait for death!

At this time, the Qing army once again tried its best to attack, and the firearms they feared no longer existed, so the formation was very dense, the yellow and white armor shone dazzlingly in the afternoon sun, and the swords and guns were as dense as a forest, and the Qing army was at least 30,000 people.

The redshirts wiped the blood and sweat on their faces, calmly lit the last cigarette and smoked each other, no one knows if there will be a next time after smoking this cigarette, they usually always say that they are willing to die for the commander, this time they can really get what they want, no one is afraid of death, and no one will be timid at this moment, I don't know who got up, and the Forbidden City is full of passionate songs of the Ming Army.

The soldiers had already held the belief that they would die, but things were far from so bad, there was a faint roar of motors in the sky, and the roar of the motor gradually became louder and louder, and everyone couldn't help but follow the sound and looked into the sky, only to see dozens of big black birds coming out of the clouds.