Fan Wencheng looked at the Li Guanzhen in front of him, and he couldn't figure it out. It's been seven days, seven days. He still can't get in!

It's just such a small town, no more than five miles long and seven miles wide. But it was on the way south to Jinzhou, and only by killing this town Fan Wencheng could he wave his troops south to Jinzhou. According to the detailed report, two or three hundred thousand Han Chinese have gathered there. Houjin needs wealth, and Houjin also needs slaves. These can all be found in Jinzhou, and compared to the Jinzhou City that Yuan Chonghuan insisted on, Liguanzhen is simply an undefended city.

On the night seven days ago, the last quarter moon hung high in the sky. Azig and Zilharang took the four Niu Lu soldiers of the Emperor Zheng and floated along the coastline on a raft to the middle of Liguan Town and the surrounding highlands.

In the second half of the night, Zhenghuang Qi quietly touched the heights. Shi Kefa thought of everything, but he didn't expect that Li Guanzhen was five miles away from the forward position. Zhenghuang Banner is to take advantage of the distance of five miles to attack the high ground from behind.

The Nanjing Forbidden Army never dreamed that the enemy would actually touch it from behind. There are no mines, so there are no warnings. There are no trenches here, and there are no fortifications.

Who the hell would lay mines and build fortifications behind them.

The Nanjing Forbidden Army was a little similar to Li Xiao's army, and the all-firearms army liked to put the enemy down on the way to charge. Brutal white-knuckle warfare, but it's not what they're good at.

And white-knuckle warfare is exactly what Zhenghuang Banner is good at. As the most noble flag in the Houjin Eight Banners. Zhenghuang is full of warriors, and a group of guys with white teeth in the dark seem to be ghosts coming out of the shadows.

Many of the 500 Nanjing forbidden troops guarding the hill were cut off with a single knife before they could wake up from their sleep, and almost no decent resistance was wiped out. Zhenghuangqi did a very good job this time, leaving no one alive. After all these years, I finally got out of a bad breath today.

Shi Kefa still has some brains, and in this dark night, he didn't send reinforcements. The enemy situation outside is unknown, and those sent out are easily ambushed.

waited on the top of the mountain for a night, and did not wait for the reinforcements of the Ming army from Liguanzhen. But waited for the Eight Banners of the Han Army led by Dolgon! Just half a month ago, Dolgon finally persuaded Nurhachi to hand over the Eight Banners of the Han Army to him. This time there was a sneak attack on Li Guanzhen, and Dolgon didn't tell anyone.

What he wanted was suddenness, a sudden appearance interspersed behind the Ming army. What Dolgon wanted was to eat the 4,500 Ming army in one bite, and then go south along the main road until Jinzhou or even Lushun. According to intelligence, more than 300,000 Han Chinese have settled there. This danger had to be eliminated, and it would allow for the plundering of large numbers of slaves.

With these Han slaves, more crops could be planted. With more crops, there is more harvest. In these days, sometimes having money in hand is not as good as having food in hand. And in the years of famine, there was no silver to eat.

Liaodong now has enough land, but not enough population. It is a real vast land and sparsely populated, and what Houjin lacks the most is also people.

It seems that the general of the Ming army in Li Guanzhen has two brushes, and he is not in a hurry to support the Ming army on the mountain in the dark night. Dolgon and Fan Wencheng walked into the Ming army's position, and there were stumps and broken arms everywhere. The heads were placed together, blood seeping into the ground, and the dirt turning an eerie dark purple. In the fresh morning air, there was a strong smell of blood.

Dorgon picked up a captured firebolt, which had been seized before. Except that the barrel of the gun seems to be no different from the red-haired man's firecracker, but this time not only the firecracker was captured, but also the bullets were also captured.

"This bullet is kind of interesting, it's different from what we use." Dorgon said, handing the bullet to Fan Wencheng.

"Hmmm! The master is right, we use round steel balls. This thing is a pointed bullet, and the horn design of the bullet butt can allow the gunpowder gas to better push the bullet out. No wonder their bullets can hit so far! Fan Wencheng learned a lot of gunpowder knowledge from Yu Yi, and after playing with the bullet in his hand a few times, he realized the mystery.

"Can our bullets do the same?" Dorgon didn't care about the principle, he only cared if he could copy it as soon as possible.

"This is no problem, our bullets can naturally cause this, it's not difficult!" The processing technology of Mini bullets is actually very simple. Fan Wencheng took a look at it and knew how this thing was made.

"Pass the order, and our firecrackers will use this kind of bullet in the future."

"Huh!"

"Master! Look at that thing, it's weird! Fan Wencheng was very interested in those mortars, and after looking at the mortars and the shells next to them. He didn't figure out what this thing was fired by smashing, and the barrel had to be erected. Isn't this shell going to hit the sky?

"Oh God! I'm finally seeing this kind of thing, and damn it's this kind of thing that has done us so much damage. "Fan Wencheng has never seen it, but he has seen a mortar in Macau. He recognized it at a glance, it was the kind of artillery that fired at an extremely fast rate. When multiple guns are used in a concentrated manner, shells will rain down.

In Macau, what impressed him the most was not Li Xiao's powerful rifle. Rather, it's this rapid-fire artillery, as well as hand-fired grenades that are incredibly powerful in close combat.

"Mr. Kuichi, you say this is that kind of rapid-fire artillery?" After a year of exposure, Fan Wencheng has learned Dutch. When he saw the surprised one, he immediately walked over.

"yes, that's it. I've always wanted to get a physical object, but I can't get it. Unexpectedly, today's wish came true. "Knowing the power of this epoch-making weapon, he once suffered the blood loss of mortars.

"Master! This is the artillery that killed many of us on Juehua Island. That's what it looks like! Dolgon didn't understand Dutch, so Fan Wencheng translated Dolgon's words.

"Is this the thing? How does this stuff work? Dolgon looked left and right, and didn't see a fuse behind the breech. This thing is more like a tin tube.

"Uh......!" Fan Wencheng didn't know how to use mortars.

"Zilharang, if there is a live mouth, catch it and ask."

"Uh......!" Zilharang's eyes widened and he didn't speak, he was so oblivious last night that he didn't even want to keep his mouth alive. Now let's find a living mouth, where to find it?

Just when Zilharang didn't know how to reply, he suddenly heard a "bang". It turned out that he was holding a cannonball and gesturing at the muzzle to see how he got the cannonball in. Unexpectedly, the shell was stained with dew, and the shell fell into the barrel with a slip of his hand.

Just listen to the "bang", and the mortar shells shoot out. Everyone instinctively lay down, but they did not hear the sound of the shells exploding, nor did they see the smoke caused by the explosion.

"What's going on?" Although he was scared into a cold sweat, he still didn't understand how this thing was launched. And after launch, why not blow up.

How did he know that the mortar shell would not explode until the fuse was unscrewed before it was fired.

"Forget it! Ship these things back, Fan Wencheng, you and Mr. Yuyi will study it carefully. Now, pull out your Han Eight Banners. Attack the opposite mountain, Seventh Brother, you take Zilharang and hide in the forest below the mountain. If Li Guanzhen's Ming army is dispatched, you will cut me off. Eat their reinforcements! Dolgon looked at the Ming army on the opposite hillside.

These Ming troops are obviously in chaos, and the shouting and scolding can be heard from afar. The officers were trying to stuff their soldiers back into the trenches. Now is the time to leave the bunkers and fortifications, and that is a death.

In fact, staying in bunkers and fortifications is also a death.

One of the fatal shortcomings of the fortifications built under the auspices of Scofa was that the defenses were oriented northward. And the two hills leaned against each other as horns, and now the horns are broken in half. It is equivalent to completely exposing the flanks to the attack of the Houjin army, and temporarily building fortifications with Buddha's feet, which is obviously impossible.

"Huh!" Fan Wencheng knelt down on one knee and bowed, and then walked away with his men.

The artillery has not yet arrived, but four Franc cannons have been captured. The Dutch gunners brought by Kuichi just glanced at it and said it was no problem. This thing is almost indistinguishable from the Dutch gun in terms of caliber and principle. Moreover, the Portuguese design idea of the flowering bomb coincides with Fan Wencheng's. It's just a butt at the back of a round shell, and then an open flame fuse.

The length of the open flame fuse determines the time of the explosion of the shell.

The Han army banner quickly completed the assembly, and a few unlucky people stepped on a mine and killed a few of them.

Fan Wencheng didn't care about this, his brain was already oozing sweat because of nervousness. This is the first battle of the Han Army Banner, and the future of wealth and prosperity can depend on this battle.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" ……

The captured artillery opened fire under the control of the Dutch gunners, and the shells exploded on the hill. Plumes of black smoke rose up.

Opposite side......! There was no response from the opposite side, and the opposite side of the mountain was a little steeper. Artillery and shells were not easy to transport, so Scofa did not place artillery on them. Now those Ming troops on the opposite side can only be beaten and cannot fight back.

"Brothers of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, the opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune has arrived, rush me!" Fan Wencheng pulled out his waist knife and roared at the Han Baqi behind him. Those bannermen of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty rushed up the mountain with a shout of "whoop" and "whoa".

The gunfire was so dense that it looked like firecrackers, and the Han army flag attacked from places where there were no fortifications. The Ming army on the mountain could only jump out of the fortifications and stand and shoot at the Houjin army. Although it was cheaper to rely on the convenience of guns at first, after reaching the effective range of the Han Eight Banners, the casualties began to skyrocket.

Cannonballs kept falling on the crowd, and Dolgon stood on the top of the hill and could clearly see the people being blown up. There were people who had this treatment before, but they were all Houjin Eight Banners, but I didn't expect the Ming Army to have today.

For the sake of the red top on his head, Fan Wencheng also let it go. The hat was flicked to the ground, and the whip was thrown around the neck. He was followed by a large platoon of warlords, and as long as those who charged dared to turn around, bullets would immediately come from behind them.

Today, everyone is only allowed to move forward, not backward.

People are constantly being hit by bullets, and the broken bullets carry the muscles and bones of the human body, and carry a large handful of blood from the back. People fell one by one, but no one dared to take half a step back.

The Ming officers on the hill also kept roaring, they had no artillery in their hands, but a large number of grenades. The grenade follows the mountain and can be thrown far away. Scattered shrapnel flew through the crowd, and every grenade exploded, taking a life or two.

The artillery on the opposite hill was also fired one after another. As the Dutch gunners became more skilled, so did the firing. The Ming troops on the mountain were killed and wounded by artillery fire, and the power of the shells was much greater than that of grenades.

Now the Ming army is exposed to the outside of the fortifications, which means that they have no cover. The shells can be aimed at the Ming troops who are shooting or loading at will, and after a bang, several, or even a dozen Ming troops will rise into the air.

Some had their heads cut off by shrapnel, some were hit in the body by shrapnel. Countless shrapnel have formed a large net of steel, as long as it is caught by this large net of steel. People will become bleeding sieves, and if you are lucky, you will leave a whole corpse, and if you are unlucky, a shell will explode around you, and the whole person will be chopped alive, leaving only a few relatively large bones.

When the sun rose, the heavens and the earth were blood-red. The fierce battle made Dolgon tremble. Unexpectedly, the battles in the era of firearms were more bloody than knife and gun fighting.

"Rush! The first one to rush up the mountain was rewarded with a thousand taels of silver and ten slave girls. "Seeing that the Eight Banners of the Han Army had rushed to the mountainside, the casualties began to increase significantly. In particular, the casualties caused by grenades made many people lie on their stomachs and dare not move. Fan Wencheng immediately offered a high reward, and there must be a brave man under the heavy reward.

People are always greedy for money!

Sure enough, Fan Wencheng's rewards were passed forward one after another. Soon someone stood up and frantically climbed to the top of the mountain.

The distance is getting closer and closer, to a distance of dozens of steps. Han Baqi lit the fire fold around his waist, and they also had grenades. However, it is not the one that pulls the fire, but it needs an open flame to ignite the fuse.

Grenades lit fuses rained down, and explosions rang out one after another. Under the flying shrapnel, the last organized resistance of the Ming army was finally broken. Many people threw their guns away and ran down the hill where there was no one.

Many people panicked and ran into a minefield full of traps and mines. There was an explosion, and the bones were scattered. Blood splattered in the air, and the morning sun reflected a demonic red.

The Eight Banners of the Han Army finally rushed to the positions of the Ming army, and some of the remaining Ming troops began to fight with each other. Soldiers of the same nation, but of different camps, scuffled together. They curse each other in the same language until one of them is killed.

Shi Kefa stood on the wall of Li Guanzhen, watched the last resistance of the Ming army, and closed his eyes in pain.

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