Before Zu Kuan's words fell, he was slapped on the back of the head. When he pulled out the knife, he was going to settle accounts with the bold bastard, but when he looked back, it was Zu Dashou. The plan of revenge flew out of the clouds at once.

"What nonsense! If they don't die, you will die. You live or they live, you choose the same. ”

Zu Kuan lowered his head and did not speak, and kept kicking a small stone under his feet. The situation just now is indeed dangerous, to be honest, even the regular Ming army is not an opponent of the Tartars when playing with knives in close combat.

The hard life gave them a strong physique, fought with the heavens and the earth, fought with the fierce beasts of nature, and exercised their skills. The strength of the strong physique and the strength of the body, once blessed with fighting skills, is an invincible existence on the battlefield.

Not to mention those people, even if a team of elites rushed up, they wouldn't be able to get benefits.

When the Tartars are surging, showing that they are about to break through. Zu Dashou actually didn't have many choices!

Yuan Chonghuan stood on the tower of the enemy, which is the tallest building in Jinzhou City. It was originally called Stargazing Tower, but now it has been renamed by Yuan Chonghuan. The enemy is currently looking at a hairy star!

Today's Tartar soldiers are like chicken blood, and they charge forward in a row without hesitation. The southern city has been broken, and in this case, the Ming army will be defeated. Then he knelt on the ground and begged the Eight Banners to put down the knife of slaughter.

Town! Grab money, grab food, grab! This is the most simple cognition of the Tartar soldiers, and Nurhachi has no problem if he wants to dominate the earth. As long as Lao Tzu grabs money and food, there are fluttering and bright little girls. The major affairs of the military state are the affairs of the banner lords Baylors and the Great Khan, and their responsibility is to grab a lot of things and go back to enjoy them.

Ever since the fire in Nancheng burned, it had no intention of stopping. The Ming army kept throwing wood and firewood into the fire, even the dead. People who are baked with human oil are actually very resistant to burning. As for the bad smell of roasted human meat, it is just a minor flaw.

In order to survive, who cares if it smells good or not. The Ming army wished that the fire would burn until the end of the world!

Because of the fire, the Tartars had no choice but to strike from the streets. The consequences of this assault were very terrible, and those gadgets of the Ming army were not only annoying, but also very deadly.

A small iron box that explodes at the slightest touch. The power of the explosion is very limited, and as long as it is not particularly unlucky, it is generally not fatal.

It's those little iron nails and the like that are embedded in the flesh, and it hurts to drive people crazy.

A crowd of people will suddenly rush out of the street, while you are slashing and killing. A giant bomb will rain down into the sky, and then the battlefield will be silent. Under the huge explosion, there is no living mouth!

Whether it is the Jurchens or the Ming army.

Mang Gurtai and Amin encountered such a battlefield, only two hours. No less than a thousand men were lost in the two blue flags, and the painful wails of the wounded soldiers echoed over the camp for a long time, which was a great blow to morale.

"Fuck it, how did they get in last night." Mang Gurtai spat out, and the best Niu Lu of his men had been beaten into a sieve by countless lead and iron nails in the street. When the body was brought back, Mang Gurtai didn't dare to recognize it.

"The Ming army's firearms are powerful, don't we also have red-haired people?" Amin was the first to react, if this kind of rotten battle continues, the loss of the two blue flags will be great.

"The red-haired man is willing to help us?"

"Let's find the second brother to help!" Amin was a little helpless.

"I'm not going to look for the guy who likes to shine a knife in the back."

"One of my men also died, so keep fighting. Even if they win, what else will be left of the two yellow flags. Human life is still expensive, and now is not the time to ask for face. ”

"You go, I won't go!" Mang Gurtai turned his head angrily, as if he had the intention of personally leading the charge of the team. was held by his subordinates, if this master rushes up, the probability of coming back alive is really not great.

Zu Kuan took a dusty steamed bun and took a bite, chewing it in his mouth. His grandmother's, this place is either soot or dust. The air is filled with all kinds of smells, and even this steamed bun has the smell of gunsmoke.

The sun is already high, said the general. As long as you survive until tomorrow, reinforcements from Shanhaiguan will arrive.

"Brother Kuan, look!" Zu Chengxun suddenly threw away the steamed buns in his hand, and jumped up like a madman.

Zu Kuan glanced in the direction of Zu Chengxun's fingers, and felt that his soul was about to fly out of the back of his head.

A couple of red-haired men swayed in from the gates with a cannon and aimed it at a house full of musketeers. One shot blasted past!

"Boom!" I watched the house collapse with smoke, and the fire gun on it fell to the ground, and I didn't know whether I was alive or dead.

"Fuck the red-haired ghost!" Zu Kuan dragged Zu Chengxun and hid behind a ruin, and before he could stand on his heels, the platoon gun came over.

Blood continued to gush out of the bodies of the soldiers lining up in the streets, and many of them did not understand what had happened until they died.

The military formations in the streets collapsed at once, and even heavy shields could not hold back the muskets. The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and dozens of Tartar cavalry rushed madly on horseback. They were followed by more infantry with knives and guns!

A few people came out of the corner, all holding a bag in their hands.

"Little Er, what are you doing!" Zu Chengxun knew one of them, and it was a nephew of his own family. I'm only fifteen years old this year!

The young man did not answer Zu Chengxun's words, and saw that the cavalry was very close. He lit the fuse, rushed up with the powder pack. As soon as he rolled his body, he got into the cavalry group!

"Boom!" Zu Chengxun felt a gust of wind blowing his face painfully, and a piece of lead bounced out of the helmet, and the helmet deflated a pit.

The group of teenagers were not frightened by the explosion, but rushed forward one after another. Holding the explosives bag in his hand, he died with the charging Tartar soldiers.

"Fuck me, they're all kids!" Zu Chengxun and Zu Kuan sat on the ground, tears rushing out of two furrows on their dusty faces.

Zu Kuan picked up half of the palm that exploded on the ground, and there was not even a callouse on the palm. This should be a scholar from a rich family, so why did he send it to be cannon fodder.

"The second boy is only fifteen this year! It's only fifteen! Zu Chengxun slammed his fist on the ground and howled like a madman.

Seeing the smoke on the street, Zu Dashou closed his eyes in pain. They are all the children of his ancestral family, and they do this kind of thing of cutting off their children and grandchildren. After I went back, I really didn't know how to explain to the old and young at home.

But that's the way it is now, the red-haired man's participation in the war broke the deadlock on the battlefield in an instant. Employing people to make bombs is such an immoral thing, and I am also forced to be helpless.

The people are getting more and more difficult to deceive, and they don't know where those simple people have gone. After two rounds of flickering, no one was willing to send him to death. As long as there is a little way, who wants to watch their children and nephews being blown to pieces.

The killer firearm of the Ming army is not worth mentioning in front of other people's guys. A good cannon Li Xiao has it, but he can't give it to himself. In the final analysis, he is not someone else's soldier, not a confidant. Why do people give you the capital to live!

Today will be the most cruel day, and Zu Dashou is prepared for this. If you want to see the sun tomorrow, some people have to die today.

Jinzhou City was turned into a hot kiln, but Li Xiao was not in a hurry. Take your subordinates to the battlefield on a quick march, not to fight, but to die.

The prepared battle plan was not used, and the situation was moving too fast. The few days of delay when he accompanied Sun Chengzong to petition made him completely lose the opportunity in this war.

Plans can't keep up with changes, who the fuck said that. It makes so much sense!

However, fortunately, the ancestor also said that our comrades should see the achievements and see the light in difficult times. Improve your courage!

As soon as they were about to leave, Li Xiu's messenger arrived over there. A ship killed the red-haired man's fleet, and if the person who wrote the letter was not Li Xiu, Li Xiao couldn't even believe that it was true.

"The second child is really good, if he doesn't make a move, it's enough. With this move, a big deal has been done. Li Xiao held Li Xiu's letter in his hand, and he couldn't wait to kiss the two.

"Li Xiu, this kid, the old man looks like a promising. This person, the heavenly court is full and the earth is round, and the heavenly palace guards the ......! As soon as Li Xiao said, Mr. Mao Wenlong immediately combined his profession. For Li Xiu's victory this time, make a theoretical paving.

To put it bluntly, this old gentleman of Jiliao is really a fortune teller.

After listening to Mao Wenlong patiently, Li Xiao handed the letter to Sun Chengzong.

"I used to wonder why the red-haired people didn't attack Phi Dao. It stands to reason that with artillery, they will be more able to attack Phi Dao. Now I understand that three of his more than 20 ships are warships. The rest are cargo ships that I don't know where to get them.

It's okay to decorate people, but you can fight naval battles. How can these cargo ships be compared to war ships! Li Xiao had always been worried that the red-haired people would attack Phi Dao, and now that worry no longer exists. Li Xiao finally breathed a sigh of relief!

"Hmmm! Defeating the Red-Haired Fleet's fleet will also be beneficial to our next move. Sun Chengzong folded the letter paper and returned it to Li Xiao.

He paced in front of the sand table again and looked at the sand table carefully. Think about whether there are any loopholes in your plan!

The battle reached noon, and Zu Dashou looked at the streets with red eyes. The participation of the red-haired men in the battle greatly increased the casualties, and the front line retreated again and again. Especially where the two walls are connected, the fighting is the most severe. It has become common to die with a bag of explosives.

If you didn't do *** knife slashing, Nancheng would have been lost a long time ago.

The middle front was bombarded by the cannons of the red-haired men and retreated a street corner, and the fight continued like this. In the afternoon, you can hit Yuan Chonghuan's nose!

The best way to face the Tartars in street battles is to form formations. Then everyone stumbled on the street, and now forming a formation is an act of looking for death. No matter how thick the shield is, it can't withstand the erupting shells.

Even if you have great ability, if the big iron ball hits your body, it will immediately become two.

One house after another was blown down, and the musketeers who crouched on it and fired suffered heavy casualties. The musket had a long range and was very powerful. But no matter how far away and big it is, it is definitely not as big as artillery.

Just when Zu Dashou was almost desperate, suddenly the Tartar soldiers themselves were in chaos. Behind them, explosions were heard.

The success of last night's sneak attack made Li Xiu the master of this sea area. After sending someone to deliver the letter to Li Xiao, Li Xiu immediately reloaded his ammunition and rushed to Jinzhou City with murderous spirit.

The noon sun hung in the sky, and the sun was white and bright. This is the warmest time of the day, but Li Xiu's heart is a little cold.

I didn't find it last night, but I saw it clearly with a telescope today, and the southern city of Jinzhou City had been broken through.

The huge gap was like the mouth of a monster, and countless Tartar soldiers and ants crawled into it. Even Li Xiu saw soldiers with red hair, pushing cannons into the city in groups.

What kind of equipment the Liao army in the city is, Li Xiu knows too well. If it was simply a Tartar soldier, the Liao army would have no problem even if it was held for a month.

But now with the red-haired man, the situation is immediately different.

I was glad that I killed the red-haired man's fleet last night, otherwise I would have been entangled by the red-haired man at sea today, and I wouldn't have the strength to support the Ming army in the city. Judging from the current situation, it is very questionable whether Jinzhou City can hold out until tomorrow.

A volley of cannons fired, and the dock was a sea of fire. The ship, which was not blown up last night, is now completely destroyed. The few cannons that the red-haired man left on the dock were all buried in this sea of fire.

Those cannons were the only things in the Houjin army that could pose a threat to Li Xiu.

Having eliminated the potential threat, Li Xiu immediately used artillery to support the Ming army, which was almost about to collapse in Nancheng.

The brass cannons on the ship kept bombarding, and as long as the Jurchen Tartars were piled up, they would immediately attract the bombardment of shells. When the shell explodes, an orange flame erupts, shrapnel flies, and sparks fly. The surrounding Tartar soldiers were all killed or wounded.

Even the red-haired men suffered heavy losses, and a few of the cannons were covered in a dense rain of bullets with only a symbolic counterattack.

Li Xiao's warship had twenty cannons on one side, and the salvo was quite powerful.

In the south and east of Jinzhou City, the pressure was immediately greatly relieved. The defenders saluted the ships on the sea with cheers, but the Tartars fled in all directions with wails. The slaves withdrew themselves in the direction of the North and West Cities, where only the artillery fire from the sea could not be reached.

Nurhachi looked at the warships floating on the sea, and his teeth itched with hatred. He also wanted to have a navy, but it was difficult for Houjin to have a horizontal stoma pot, let alone build a ship.

It's easy to hire red-haired people, but last night they wiped out the whole army. Heritage!

The Ming Dynasty is now in turmoil, but it is still able to eat itself to death by virtue of the heritage that has stood in the world for thousands of years.

"Amma! The artillery fire at sea was so fierce that I took three cattle that had already been blown up, and the losses of the flag soldiers were even heavier. "Manggultai came to Nurhachi with soot on his face and blood stained on his armor.