The cannon was aimed at him, and Wang Jian noticed it.

To the extent that he is more sensitive to the crisis.

Generally speaking, not being hit by a bullet depends on this sense of crisis.

If you don't know anything and are aimed at with a sniper rifle, you can easily be killed.

Not to mention a martial artist, as well as a master like Wang Jian, whose physical fitness is all several grades higher than ordinary people.

Even ordinary people can detect it when they are pointed at them with guns.

Wang Jian put part of his mind on a few cannons, and continued to urge the war horses, wandering left and right, the guns were like dragons, easily wiping out the lives of several Tartars.

Rumble!

The artillery fired, Wang Jian quickly calculated the trajectory of the ballistics, urged the war horse to speed up by a point, and a cannonball smashed into the ground more than five meters away, plowing out a bloody mark.

These are all solid bullets, and as long as you don't get shot, you won't do much damage.

Although the cannonball also caused a certain shock when it landed, it had no effect on Wang Jian.

Bang bang bang!

The gunfire was loud, but it was the Tartars on the city gate who opened fire one after another, shooting at Wang Jian.

Wang Jian immediately got off his horse and got into the crowd.

The screams became more piercing and continuous, and Wang Jian had to rely on other Tartars for cover.

The combat power he showed was too terrifying, and in order to kill him, Huang Taiji didn't care so much.

Firing cannons and shooting, it seems to be very majestic, but in fact, he knows that the probability of being able to kill Wang Jian is very low.

But no matter how low it is, there is a probability, at least it is better than being unilaterally slaughtered by him.

Of course, this can also increase Wang Jian's danger and create opportunities for others to kill him.

However, even if he looked up to Wang Jian very highly, he still underestimated him.

Wang Jian's strength exceeded his expectations, the cannons and muskets were useless, and even the opportunities he thought he had created were still ineffective.

If Wang Jian was just a pure martial artist, even if he was congenitally perfect, surrounded by so many soldiers and horses, he would have to hate him sooner or later.

But his strength lies in the fact that his physical fitness far surpasses that of a martial artist, and he strengthened his heart at the beginning, and later his heart was refined by the Four Elephants Refining Spirit Array to refine the dragon veins of the Great Qing Dynasty, which directly made all his physical fitness reach the level after the heart was strengthened.

Then it is a medicinal diet made from the blood and bones of the green Jiao every day, refining the qi and blood every day and nourishing the body.

Now, although his physical fitness can't be compared to the martial artists of the fantasy world, it is not bad.

The most important thing is that it is powerful in all aspects, especially the function of the viscera, which is even more powerful.

This has caused Wang Jian to be extremely energetic now, even if he has been fighting for so long, he is not tired at all.

Coupled with the fact that he obviously attacks with the sharpest and most labor-saving means, this can save energy even more.

The killing continued, the sound of gunfire continued, and despite the distraction, no one was his match.

But in the long run, there will still be some attacks.

When a bullet was shot in his shoulder, the soldiers and horses around him seemed to get the greatest encouragement, and they all roared and rushed towards Wang Jian.

Sheng Yayu and the others who were watching the imperial city were also a little apprehensive, worried about whether Wang Jian would really suffer this calamity.

Compared with others, Wang Jian is more calm.

This is too normal, he will lose if he keeps it for a long time, he is not a god, he relies on various superhuman qualities, and he has been very good so far.

The bullet hit his shoulder, causing him severe pain, but his movements did not stop or affect in the slightest.

This is a quality that has been honed by years of practicing marksmanship, allowing him to endure all kinds of influences, unwavering in his guns, and sharper.

The marksmanship was as fierce as before, and the Tartars who rushed around were sent to death one after another, and there were more and more corpses under their feet.

Seeing that the scene was even more chaotic, he casually threw down a few grenades, and his body quickly exploded and left the place.

Several shells were fired in the perimeter of his position, as well as a single bullet.

Boom Boom!

The grenade exploded, and more than a dozen Tartars who had escaped the guns were suddenly affected by the explosion and fell in a pool of blood.

No one cares about this situation, because the scene is already chaotic at the moment, where will there be so much to think about.

Wang Jian burrowed into the crowd and continued to slaughter, continuing to practice his marksmanship.

Only when it is necessary to dodge will one or two grenades be dropped.

So on, someone finally found out that the situation was wrong, but there was nothing to be done.

Can you still retire?

This is obviously impossible!

From a few hundred people earlier, a few thousand people later, and finally tens of thousands when Hauge went to exterminate them.

Up to now, even all the troops around Shengjing, whether it is the Eight Banners or the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, have all been recruited.

This is their capital, and the military is the strongest, and there are not many of them even in the Ming Kingdom's Guanningjin defense line. After all, they are invaders, and the soldiers of the Ming Kingdom do not dare to come out at all, and they don't need too many soldiers and horses to waste there.

The Tartars relied on this method to continuously accumulate foundations, and finally took advantage of the civil strife in the Ming Dynasty to steal the world in one fell swoop.

Sheng Jing's troops are the largest, and all of them have arrived, except for the necessary mobile troops, everyone else is encircling and suppressing.

Unfortunately, it was useless, and most of the troops could only wait on the periphery.

There are very few people who can really attack Wang Jian, and they don't even need to face ten people at a time.

And Wang Jian killed too fast, he couldn't fill it with human lives, but gave the other party more opportunities to kill.

On the city wall, Huang Taiji, Dolgon and others were in a hurry, and their faces were extremely gloomy.

Manchurian people are invincible, and now it seems that it is all a joke.

They don't know that in a few hundred years, there will be more such jokes.

"Your Majesty, what should I do now?"

Huang Taiji gritted his teeth: "Go on, no matter how big the loss is, you have to kill him." Otherwise, he will flee, and the next time he comes, our losses will only be worse. ”

Everyone nodded one after another, there is no doubt that Wang Jian must be killed.

Otherwise, I ran away this time, and I will come back next time, so what should I do?

Today, more than 2,000 people have died, and that number continues to grow.

If you do it a few more times, will you still be mixed up in the future?

Although the Ming army on the Guanningjin defense line was weak, it was also to raise their own dignity and live in harmony with them.

I wasn't afraid before, but now that the losses are so big, if the Ming army knew the situation, would it let go of such an opportunity?

No one knows, but if Wang Jian is not killed, the impact will be too great, and the blow to their soldiers will be even greater.

Even some may be directly scrapped and never dare to go to the battlefield again.

It's too likely, one person can kill them without any resistance, and in the end they are run away, so how many more? How many times?

Huang Taiji didn't dare to think about the consequences, compared to the loss, that was the most serious, and maybe even he would be pushed off the throne. In comparison, the loss of population is still a trivial matter, and the Ming army does not dare to provoke at will, and it can be accumulated slowly.

"To increase the rate of fire of a firearm, it is necessary to suppress it within a certain range and gradually reverse it."

"Wow!"