Boom, boom, boom......

The artillery roared continuously, and shells flew out of the chambers, or hit the carts, or hit the enemy, and sawdust flew and flesh flew everywhere.

But this level of blow, for the onslaught of Jiannu, but unheard, continued to rush forward.

The chariot was constantly pushed into the trench, and Jiannu wanted to fill in a way that would allow him to attack quickly.

The most ferocious attack was the two red flags, Yue Zhi and Sahaqian each led a banner, and the superintendent attacked fiercely to rescue his brother Shuotuo in the city.

Yue Tuo and Shuo Tuo were both born to Dai Shan's ex-wife, and they were not liked by Dai Shan, and they were abused, and they were punished by Nurhachi for this, and lost their status as heirs.

Nurhachi also forcibly separated Daishan from his two sons, and gave the red flag to Yue. After Dai Shan was seriously injured, he gave the Zhenghong Banner to his third son, Saharan.

Yue Zhi and Shuo Tuo are compatriots of the same mother, and the love of brotherhood is naturally needless to say.

Although Sakhalian was born to his stepwife and was also liked by Daishan, he was a person who knew the overall situation and knew that he had to contribute more at this time, not only for the safety of his half-brother, but also for the future of Houjin.

The arrows flew through the air like locusts, densely packed and terrifying.

However, the camp of the Ming army is a two-story structure, and the top is also covered with a roof. The breastwork outside the camp also protected against such ejections.

And from the gap in the wooden fence of the barracks, there were not only the firing holes of the artillery, but the firing of the muskets was even more unhindered. And the three-dimensional musket artillery bombardment from top to bottom is more lethal.

The Ming army's defenses were upgraded again, and they were stronger than the previous trench chest wall and wooden stake array, and their firepower was more fully exerted.

Boom, boom, boom...... Field guns and Fran cannons roared incessantly, solid shells and shotgun... The bullet slashed at the enemy, provoking countless screams and wails in the flight of flesh.

Wang Zhong took aim steadily, and there was a dense sound from the canopy above his head, and the arrows were constantly falling, but it had no effect on him.

As a veteran, Wang Zhong is a veteran and a heavy musketeer who has won two medals. From the Battle of Lushun to the present, there have been almost a dozen Jiannu who have died in his hands, and even more.

For the heavy musket in his hand, Wang Zhong has been regarded as his closest partner. He thanked it, because every shot, the flames that erupted from the muzzle, the buckshot shot, was a roar of revenge for his loved ones.

The butt of the gun was tightly pressed against the shoulder socket, and Wang Zhong gently pulled the plate machine.

In the distance, the Jiannu officer fell, and the heavy buckshot hit his left shoulder, exploding in a mist of flesh and blood.

Being hit by a heavy musket at a distance of 100 meters has the same effect as being shot by a heavy sniper in later generations, and it is not dead or disabled.

Wang Zhong was satisfied, and although the recoil caused him to flash backwards sharply, he quickly adjusted.

It doesn't matter if he hits it or not. Importantly, the vicious-looking Jianyu fell. If Jianlu is still alive, he will shoot again.

Skillfully repeating the loading action, Wang Zhong once again picked up the musket, set up the shooting hole, and condescendingly looked for the target.

Jiannu finally filled a passage with a cart and corpse, and rushed through the first trench with shields, swords and guns.

Let you scream! Wang Zhong gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger, the distance was closer, and the heavy lead bullet seemed to hit more than one Jiannu, and the effect of the flesh splash made him unconsciously show a cruel smile.

Black-pressed cannonballs swept through the sky and smashed into the ranks of Jiannu's charge. In a moment, one after another, the flash of fire rose in clouds of black smoke, wrapped in broken guns and broken knives, and rags and shredded flesh flew into the air.

In front of the camp is a grenadier car, and in the camp is the Ming Dynasty, from more than 100 meters to hundreds of meters, all within the range of bombardment.

The muskets on the lower floor of the camp also opened fire violently, and through the cracks in the thick wooden wall, lead bullets shot out one after another, pouring down like raindrops.

The defense of the Ming army showed its characteristics, you are fierce and I am stronger, like a spring, it seems to be at ease, and it reveals such a ruthlessness.

The camps on the left and right sides also used the Ming Dynasty to open artillery bombardment to support the defense of the main camp. Hundreds of Ming heavy forces roared in turn, and cannonballs rained down on Jiannu.

Nurha's eyes glared angrily, and her teeth rattled.

The Ming army deliberately hid its firepower and adjusted it according to the strength of the offensive. This created an illusion for their own attacking troops, but when they thought that they could only charge forward, the firepower of the Ming army suddenly increased.

If the Ming army had gone all out from the beginning, Nurhachi felt that he would most likely not have launched an attack on the scale he is now.

In the distance, the explosions and gunshots in Haicheng were still ringing, and the banner of Houjin was still planted in the North City Tower.

The old slave gritted his teeth, did not give orders, and acquiesced to the troops' continued fierce attack.

In the city, the sound of guns and cannons was non-stop, but it was already in the north of the city, and the defenders were constantly compressed, and the defeat was decided.

Muskets were fired round after round, swords and guns clashed, and lead bullets and arrows flew through the air. There was also the roar of artillery, as well as the explosion of grenades.

Thousands of Han soldiers had already surrendered to death, and that Shi Wuli had disappeared when the city was broken, and nine times out of ten he was crushed to death under the collapsed city wall.

Now, only the more than 1,000 Zhenyi led by Shuotuo are still resisting. However, under the attack of the absolutely superior Ming army, they could only retreat step by step towards the northern city.

Suddenly, a dense fire of muskets rang out from the front, and a hundred and ten Zhenyi fled from the alleyways of the street in confusion.

Hundreds of Ming soldiers chased behind, muskets in rows and rows of fierce volleys, and Zhenyi was constantly hit, splashing blood flowers and falling to the ground. Those who were wounded but did not die were soon stabbed to death mercilessly with bayonets by the Ming army who rushed up.

This group of Ming troops chased and killed, blocking the retreat of Shuotuo's headquarters, and the distance was only forty or fifty meters.

The enemy and the enemy met each other, and both stopped in unison, and some officers shouted loudly, and they all hurriedly reorganized their ranks and prepared for a fight.

"Rush, kill." Shuoto brandished his sword and pointed frantically forward.

The front and rear flanking attacks have been formed, and maybe there will be Ming troops to kill them. Taking advantage of the fact that the enemy's troops are not many and his foothold is not stable, he is still sure to rush to the past.

Jiannu whined, some charged forward, and some shot at the Ming army with bows and arrows.

The Ming army did not show weakness either, and responded with a volley of buckshot bullets and fired at Jiannu. Then, the front row stepped back, and the back row stepped forward and fired another round of buckshot.

In the confrontation, the Ming army had the advantage. After continuous fierce fighting, there were few arrows left, and the archers were also exhausted and weak, and the power of the arrows shot was greatly reduced.

But Jiannu had been driven to a dead end, and burst out into the madness of the trapped beasts, howling and rushing up.

"It's a bayonet, rush, kill!"

With an order, a platoon of Ming soldiers shouted and greeted them with bayonets.

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