When Lin Qingzheng admired the snow gun in his hand over and over again, there was a commotion outside the barracks, and the sergeant with a knife hurriedly broke into the barracks, the snow-white blade was stained with undried blood, and the half-body cotton armor had been dyed red, and his face was gray and black, with a smell of gunpowder and gunsmoke. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sergeant was stunned for a moment when he saw so many people here, and then reacted again, and shouted to the people in the barracks: "The general army has an order, the Tartars are fierce, the north gate is difficult to defend, quickly rectify the military resources, retreat to the city, and those who delay will be killed!" ”

Lin Qing's heart sank, and he understood that this was to swear not to surrender, fight with the Eight Banners Army in the streets, fight to the last person, and live and die with Yangzhou.

Before the sergeant could catch his breath, and regardless of the reaction of the others, he turned and left the warehouse, apparently to pass on the order elsewhere.

Tian Wendeng looked around, kicked his subordinates who were still stunned, and scolded: "Damn, I've returned to my soul!" Go to the warehouse to move military supplies! Don't be stupid when you wait for a few people, quickly hold the armor and carry out the troops, all of them are under my team, and there is a half-minute delay Lao Tzu will behead you on the spot! ”

was scolded by Tian Wendeng, and the people present woke up one after another, began to prepare for the final battle with the Tartars, and got busy.

The light rain that shrouded Yangzhou did not stop for a moment, but the offensive of the Qing army paused a little, the rain wet the siege ladder, the slippery surface will get rid of it if you are not careful, and the bow shot that the Tartars are good at is also unable to play a role because the bowstring is wet, and the arrows from the soaking bowstring cannot break through the gravity for twenty meters to maintain effective lethality, so the commander of the Qing army who attacked the north gate simply withdrew his soldiers, like a wolf licking his wounds, ready to save his limited physical strength for the next fierce battle.

The rain not only brought trouble to the Qing army, but also to the Ming army, several cannons on the city wall were mostly dumb fire, and they had to be careful when using muskets, because the wet gunpowder could not spray fire.

But the rain also brought a precious respite to the defenders of the north gate, the city of Yangzhou was broken, the Tartars could be killed from inside the city at any time, from behind the Tartars outside the city gate fought hard for most of the day, the exhausted Ming army was a fatal blow, when the Ming army was big enough to run cavalry under this city wall, and the open space that accommodated nearly 10,000 people really had no way to escape, and could only be harvested by bundles of wheat.

Only in the city, where the houses are located and the streets are intertwined, can the cavalry advantage of the Tartars be minimized, and the advantage of their infantry in foot combat can be maximized.

"Boom!" , A loud thunderous sound almost shocked Yangzhou City, like a giant standing up to the sky, holding on to the giant drum hammer, slamming heavily on the big drum of Yangzhou City, the deafening explosion covered the heartbeat, and the ensuing noisy tinnitus filled the gap after the loud noise.

"Hahahaha!" Tian Wendeng laughed wildly, raised his head to meet the falling raindrops, mixed with the salty moist liquid from the corners of his eyes across his face, flowing into the collar, "Damn! Finally breathed a sigh of relief! ”

The artillery that could not be taken away was chiseled, the grain and grass were burned out, the Ming army took away some musket gunpowder, and the remaining gunpowder was all packed into an oilcloth bag, hidden in a hidden place, sprinkled into a line on the ground with gunpowder, and detonated at the right time, just waiting for the Tartars to find out that something was wrong, and received this package after hurriedly entering the city, this surprise could not give the Tartars much casualties, but it could give the Tartars a great blow to morale, and there were indeed smart people among the generals of the North Gate defenders.

In the past few days of defending the city, the defenders of the North Gate have been at a disadvantage, with heavy casualties and a greater impact on morale, and this ambush has boosted the morale of the Ming army, although the remnants of the Ming army are now only more than 400 people.

The army of more than 400 people was arranged in two streets, the houses in which were forcibly requisitioned, the walls of the houses between the two streets were broken to make the two places connected, and a fire chariot was placed in front and behind the street, behind the chariot were the long card player and the rattan player, and between the players stood the fireman with the three-eyed gun and the bird gun, and then the Ming army sergeant with a long weapon, and in the middle stood the archers and card players, as well as the Ming army generals, personal soldiers, protecting the general soldier.

The fire-mounted chariot here is also known as the box car, not the ancient horse-drawn chariot, but the image of a cart, under the cart is tied to the front of the spear and repeating rockets, on both sides are used to cover the sergeant behind the chariot is a thick erection of wooden planks, the car is mounted with two Fran cannons, not only has a defensive function, but also considerable firepower, can retreat, can attack, just like the tank in the ancient war.

Lin Qing stood behind the player, in front of him was the direction of the north gate of Yangzhou, and it was also the first line of street fighting, which was the result of Lin Qing's request, and one of the teenagers who followed Lin Qing to the north gate was standing in front of Lin Qing with a knife in one hand and Teng Dun in the other.

There was no time to give a speech before the war, no time to leave a suicide note, and no time to think about it, when the first Eight Banners soldier appeared in front of him, everyone's hearts were clenched by a big hand, and then from the corner of the street poured out like a tide of Eight Banner soldiers, and the noisy shouting and killing instantly drowned out the silence waiting in the alley, and did not splash the slightest wave.

Without an order, the sergeant who operated the fire chariot tore off the tarpaulin covering the Furlong cannon, and the long card players raised their long wooden shields to cover the drizzle that fell on the Fran cannon, and the prepared torches approached the primer on the breech, ready to release the full rage at any time.

"Put!" A call came from behind, the torch slammed into the primer without hesitation, and the leaping fireworks licked all the flammable materials that came into the mouth, and the primer rattled, but then disappeared in an instant, and the brief void in the period seemed to pass by countless centuries, and it was like a white horse passing through the gap, and it did not exist.

"Bang bang bang!" A cannon spits out tongues of flame, and a large amount of smoke rises from the barrel to indicate that this is an era when smokeless gunpowder does not exist, the front foot follows the back foot, and the explosion is full of power, and the narrow streets bind the Eight Banners Army in a dense space, and the power of the artillery can be released to the maximum.

The cannonball exploded in the crowd, and the flames erupted at the moment of the explosion engulfed everything around, compared to the flash of flames, what was more destructive was the shock wave that broke away from the confinement, the cannonball exploded, and the body of the iron shell was swept away by the shock wave, each piece of fragment can easily tear apart the human body and embed it in the bones, and the gunpowder, arsenic and other poison mixtures filled in the cannonball, in this era of backward medical conditions, only a small fragment can kill the wounded.

Screams were everywhere, flesh and blood were flying, a large area of the Eight Banners Army fell in the shelling, and more Eight Banners Army poured out, these scenes were very common in the days of the siege of Yangzhou City, the soldiers of the Eight Banners had long been numb, they roared, roared, screamed, brandished weapons, stepped over the corpses that fell to the ground or screaming friendly soldiers, and frantically slaughtered the Ming army, never dying.

At the end of a round of shelling, the sergeant has brought clean water and carefully sprinkled it on the gun body to reduce the high temperature caused by the friction explosion, although it will reduce the service life of the Furlong cannon, but as long as the Ming army who fought the last battle, who will care?

The soldiers of the Eight Banners, who had survived a round of shelling, were overjoyed, thinking that the artillery attack of the Ming army had ended, howling even louder, with bloodshot eyes open, rushing towards the Ming army that they thought was no longer capable of fighting, but what was ushered in was another sound.

"Hiss" seemed to be a green snake spitting out a letter, and thinking about the two kicks that Lin Qing had played with when he was a child, a special "cannonball" rushed towards those Eight Banner soldiers who were about to crack like arrows from the string: "Rocket artillery!" ”

Each fire chariot was loaded with a total of 80 rockets, 40 rockets could be launched at a time, and three chariots side by side fired 120 rockets at a time, and in an instant, the fire flashed and smoked, the sound was like thunder, and the explosions were incessant, and the power of a single rocket could not be compared with the Furlong cannon, but the damage caused by the entire 120 dense rockets had exceeded the results of three Furlong cannon shelling.

When the shelling stopped, there were no Eight Banners soldiers who could stand in front of the Ming Army, dead or wounded, all over the ground, flowing fire, gunpowder smoke, if it were not for the rain and dew, with the standard cotton armor of the Eight Banners Army, it would definitely ignite a fire and swallow up the Eight Banners Army.

The short pause did not last long, the Eight Banners Army organized a charge again, the tide was surging, the crowd was surging, these surrendered Han people were reorganized by the Qing army into the Eight Banners of the Han Army, charging ahead, retreating and breaking off, no matter how many people died would not be distressed.

The narrow alley was filled again, no different from the first time, the soldiers of the Eight Banners charged tirelessly, perhaps with fear in their hearts, but in this small space to charge in groups, face to face with the Ming army, all the careful thoughts were forcibly left behind, only to rush forward, the hope of life is the greatest!

"Kill, kill, kill!" The roaring soldiers of the Eight Banners saw a frightening scene, and a large amount of gunpowder smoke rose from behind the Ming army's chariots, like Yan Jun's order, one hundred and twenty rockets once again crossed the air and fell among the charging Eight Banner soldiers.

The explosion of gunpowder and the wail of pain were intertwined, but this was only a corner of Yangzhou City.