As soon as "Killing Hu Order" came out, it was as if a pot of hot oil was poured into a boiling oil pot. The land of Hebei is boiling, and the storytellers describe the tragic experience of their ancestors vividly. Everyone was angry, and it was the first time that many people knew that the ancestor of the Han family had suffered such a great humiliation.

Men for sheep, women for grain.

The storyteller artificially portrayed the Xiongnu, Xianbei, Qian, Di, and Qiang as the ancestors of the Jurchen Tartars. And the skillful use of the principle of birth territoriality proves that the Jurchen Tartars are the descendants of the Xianbei people. And it tells the scene of the Wuhu massacre of the Han people in a vivid way, and the story with a strong sense of substitution makes the blood burn in the veins of every Hebei person.

Since ancient times, there have been many generous and sad people in the land of Yan and Zhao, and countless people have bid farewell to their parents, wives and children. With a firewood knife in hand, he headed for the capital. Everyone has a belief in their hearts that the old things of the Jin era must not appear in the present. Lao Tzu's father and mother cannot be starved to death, and Lao Tzu's mother-in-law cannot be robbed by Tartars to make military rations. Lao Tzu will not become a slave of the Tartars!

The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, and the dust and earth are fame, fortune, and fortune.

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are bitter, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren.

Look at the world, as much as you want, and make up for the defects of heaven.

Good boy, don't be a parent, just for the common people, not for the lord.

Holding a steel knife of ninety-nine, kill all Hu Erfang and stop.

I am a dignified man, what is a Tartar as a horse and a cow.

The strong man drank the wine in the bowl and did not look back on the journey of a thousand miles.

The golden drums roared in unison, and the yellow dragon swore endlessly.

The passionate songs spread rapidly among the people of Hebei. Countless people sang such songs and ballads to the capital, and they were like drops of water, which gradually merged into small ditches, and then became small streams. In the end, like a rushing river, it flowed to the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

Walking on the land of Hebei, as long as you say that you are going to the capital. On the way, whoever asks for a meal and a glass of water will get the highest courtesy. The people of China have never lost their blood, but these dog-day readers and emperor Lao'er don't know how to motivate them.

In just three days, Huang Taiji and Zhang Xianzhong have not yet come. A full 150,000 people flocked to the capital!

Without barracks, the abandoned houses outside the outskirts of Beijing became barracks. Without any ordnance, Li Xiao opened the treasury and distributed all the guys inside to these rebels.

If there were no officers, then ten people would gather together and fight in groups, and the one who won in the end was Shi Chang. Ten captains fight together, and the one who wins is the centurion, and the one who wins is the centurion, and the one who wins is the thousand-captain.

In the absence of time to organize people, the theory of fist winning was quickly popularized by Li Xiao. The military has always been a violent organ, and whoever has the biggest fist has the right to speak, which is very suitable for this place.

Zhang Huangyan was surprised to find that in just three days, Li Xiao had organized a huge army. I don't know if I can fight, and I don't know if the battle will collapse. He only knew that these guys seemed to be more capable of fighting than Zhang Xianzhong's homeless people.

The nine gates have been closed, and grain firewood and charcoal land from the Dengzhou wharf every day. Countless villagers' wagons and ox carts carried these things to every place where they were needed. The capital is chaotic, but there seems to be some kind of order that dominates this chaos.

150,000 men, no training, no strong organization, no sharp weapons. They were armed with swords and guns, and they had no armor on them, and they had to face the most vicious enemies under the capital city. These people can go at any time, but none of them go. Even Zhang Huangyan, who is confident that he has already understood life, can't understand what is going on with these people in the city.

There were 100,000 hastily organized troops stationed at the head of the city, and 150,000 people living in the houses of the people under the city walls. In just three days, Li Xiao felt that this was already the limit of what he could mobilize.

Li Xiu finally came, not only bringing a large amount of grain, straw, firewood and charcoal supplies. He also sent Li Xiao twenty bronze cannons removed from the warship, which may be the longest-range artillery in the world.

After a night's rest, Zhang Xianzhong, Li Zicheng, and Huang Taiji all appeared on the opposite side of Desheng Gate in good spirits. Today, the city is being attacked from all sides, but the main direction of attack is the Desheng Gate in the north.

Li Xiao stood on the city wall and looked into the distance with a telescope. This was the first time he had stood on the walls of the capital and commanded a battle!

Today's Li Xiao has long since lost the feeling of burning blood when he first came to the battlefield. For the war, Li Xiao is now in a state of numbness. Sometimes he even thinks it's a role-playing game. It's a bit like "Medieval: Total War", except that the perspective is not in front of the screen, using a mouse and keyboard. It's a participant who experiences it firsthand!

"Before the advent of gunpowder, the form of war was still in the stage of individual bravery. At this time, the left and right of the fierce generals are very important, so there is a legend that Guan Erye passed five levels and killed six generals. At that time, the generals were personally charging into battle, and when there were fierce generals on one side, it would cause great damage to the enemy's military formation. But since the advent of gunpowder, if you continue to hold on to this style of play, you will die a miserable death.

Even if you wear strong armor, you will still be pierced by muskets. At this time, any two hundred and five generals will rush over again, and they will die more ugly than pigs. "Zheng Sen is standing next to Li Xiao, and the young man Zheng Sen is in the wind. It's not like the son of a bandit at all, it's more like a learned son of a family. Even if he wears a military uniform, he is angry with a weak book.

Li Xiao is very glad that life on Changxing Island did not train Zheng Sen to become a muscular man. Once a physically strong person tastes the sweetness of violence, he will enjoy violent activities infinitely. This kind of violent maniac generally does not live long in the army. Most of the guys who can mix well in the army have a brain that is not stupid.

Feeling that he was very incompetent as a teacher, Li Xiao decided to take the free-range Zheng Sen with him. Let him truly experience an epic battle, because his identity is destined to go through war. Even now that Yizhou is under his control, Li Xiao believes that war is still Zheng Sen's fate, and as for why Li Xiao doesn't know, he just thinks so.

Zheng Sen looked at the front of the formation in the distance, and three corpses fell to the ground. Their horses were arching their heads at their masters, hoping they would get back on their feet.

The three guys couldn't stand up, and the single-shot rifle shot their heads accurately at a distance of two hundred meters. These are warriors and messengers. They came to persuade them to surrender, which was a regular item on the battlefield in these years.

If the other side does not want to tear his face, he will not kill the emissary so that there is still room for negotiation in the future. If the other party kills the envoy, it means that they don't want to talk, and the battle will be fought endlessly.

After experiencing a tsunami-like howl, Zhang Xianzhong's team on the opposite side moved. I don't know how many people were dispatched in this first attack. The crowd was densely packed like ants, a large area of black pressing.

Many of them were still wearing single clothes, and most of them were holding large wooden sticks in their hands. Only a few of the tough-looking guys had iron weapons in their hands.

It's a strange war, with both sides having long guns and short artillery. But a large number of people still hold the most primitive weapons.

"Boom! Boom! "The Fran cannon and the brass cannon at the head of the city were fired almost simultaneously, and the projectiles from the brass cannon fell into the dense crowd and exploded immediately. Countless pieces of lead bullets instantly turned an area half the size of a basketball court into a death zone. The rebels howled miserably, and countless blood flowers poured out of their bodies in an instant. Those who were closer to the bombing point were even more blown to pieces.

The broken limbs flew up, and from Zheng Sen's point of view, it was like a rain of limbs.

"Wow......!" The rebels under the city let out a burst of cheers, cheering up their own artillery. Although the lethality of ten shells was not enough to destroy the attack for the ant-like crowd, it caused a brief confusion among the charging rioters.

"Rush! Damn, who dares to run back Lao Tzu chopped whom. Sun Kewang carried a ghost-headed knife in his hand, and killed an unlucky guy who turned around and wanted to run back.

The ghost head knife shaved off this guy's head at once. When the head flies, the person is still running back. The blood in the cavity spurted out more than three feet high, spurting Sun Kewang like a bloody man.

The guy who had just turned around immediately turned back en masse. There were thousands of warlords in a large line, and if they really ran back, they would be hacked to death.

When Kankan rushed to the bottom of the city, the sound of gunfire rang out like bursting beans. The revolver rifle can fire six rounds at a time, and there is no need to aim at this situation. Just hit the city, the opponent's people are too dense, and the difficulty of hitting is higher than hitting.

Countless rebels fell to the ground with blood spraying on their bodies!

But there are still more chaotic people, holding big sticks in their hands, "whoa" and "whoop" screaming and rushing up to fight hand-to-hand.

For them, the capture of the capital was the only hope. I want food, I want money, I want cotton jackets! Only by capturing the capital can they survive. Wearing single clothes, they can't survive for a few days in the ice and snow. Hungry and cold nights are more uncomfortable than a happy death.

Many people even want to be killed, as long as they die, they don't have to live so painfully and hard. I can't do it yet, I can only hope that the bullets fired in the city or the other party's big knife will help a little.

When it was closer, it was the turn of the honor guards to fire their guns. These muskets are actually arquebuses, and according to Li Xiao's current equipment sequence, they basically belong to the most backward equipment. This thing has a slow rate of fire, the shooting is not very accurate, the only thing that is not bad is that the charge is sufficient, and the range is okay.

There is no way to pull the honor guard up. Now there are so many people in hand, and you have to pile people on the city wall to catch ducks on the shelves. Once the city wall is lost, the capital will be broken.

One group was blown up, and another group was killed. The rebels finally rushed to the foot of the city, and the people opposite them were all wearing somewhat shabby cotton jackets. He also carried all kinds of weapons in his hand, although it didn't look good, but it was much stronger than a big wooden stick.

The two groups of people collided in a chaotic manner, and at that moment, more than a thousand people fell to the ground screaming. Swords can slash or pierce the human body, and the power of large wooden clubs should not be underestimated. Don't look at the fact that most of the Hebei rebels wear cotton jackets, which can play a certain role in armor. This thing is a big wooden stick, but it is an absolutely blunt blow. In the ice and snow, people's bones have long been frozen. If you go down with a stick, it will definitely end up with a broken tendon.

Zheng Sen's jaw of surprise almost fell to the ground!

The war in front of me can only be described as magnificent, and I have seen the warring states that have been blown up in the Wa Kingdom before, and this comparison is in the house. A group of village chiefs are fighting, not playing house.

Everyone went crazy, and the musketeers kept reloading and firing, firing and reloading. The gunners loaded and fired, then poked the inside of the barrel with a wooden stick wrapped in a rag before firing.

Huang Taiji on the opposite side also sent mortars!

Fan Wencheng is very good at learning, and when he saw the mortar position in Da Heishan, he knew that this kind of thing must be placed in the pit to be safe.

The mortars of the Han Eight Banners were numerous and hit thirty in the front of the Desheng Gate alone. Countless mortar shells roared and smashed into the military formation of the Hebei Righteous Army, and they didn't even care that the two armies were entangled together and bombarded indiscriminately.

People die one by one, and sometimes they don't even know which side of the shell killed them. Some of the crazier guys drilled into the crowd with gunpowder bags in their arms. After a bang, a large area will be cleared.

Under the walls of the capital, it is like a Shura slaughterhouse. People who originally belonged to a nation are being torn apart with their lives. And the real alien race is watching from the sidelines. From time to time, Dorgon would even comment with Duoduo around him about how long the opposing army could carry if the Eight Banners attacked.

Li Xiao's ears twitched, this battlefield was too tragic. Human lives are measured in seconds!

Explosions were heard incessantly, and the rising smoke filled the battlefield. It seems that a layer of clouds floats above the battlefield, and even Li Xiao, who is standing on the city wall, can't see the scene below clearly.

Countless people rushed up, countless people fell.

The corpses quickly piled up in a heap! It was as if a fence had been erected in front of the two armies. The soldiers on both sides can only achieve the goal of killing each other or being killed by the other side by climbing this fence.

In the tragic battlefield, Zhang Huangyan was so shocked that he lost his beard. Zheng Sen held a revolver rifle in his hand and fired it continuously.

Zhang Xianzhong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, although he regarded these rioters as chopping wood. But you have to get a little light and a little heat to chop wood before you can die. Otherwise, Lao Tzu would have burned so many lives in vain.

Li Zicheng walked leisurely, riding on his mount and running slowly to look at the battlefield in the distance. For him, those rebels in Hebei are not enough. Although the will to fight is still tenacious, it is only a fight with Zhang Xianzhong's subordinates. If he fought with his own men, Li Zicheng was confident that he could defeat these rabble with a single charge.