In the afternoon, the sun is shining, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.

Yellow, yellow, white, white, blue, blue

Manchurian flags fluttered in the valleys.

Green flags also sounded in the wind all over the Qing army's defense line.

The Manchurian soldiers of the two red banners who were preparing to go to war were making final preparations, although they did not want to fight, but the military law was ruthless!

The soldiers of the original Ming army, who originally thought that they would be driven by the Qing army as cannon fodder, sat quietly everywhere in groups at this time, their mood was not relaxed, and their eyes were also complicated when they looked at Huanglongshan in front of them.

Chief Niu and his subordinates were undoubtedly very happy and extremely relaxed, of course, no one dared to show it.

Even Mr. Niu always had a look of great concern for his father and mother on his face, or very nervous.

Until the previous time, the Qianzong Hou Sanjiang, who was successfully "rescued" by himself and accepted the adaptation, found him.

"Damn, when are you still gambling!"

In the end, the angry Niu general soldier still pressed one hundred taels and gambled that the real soldier attack failed.

It's not that he doesn't believe that the real soldiers will be disadvantageous in the first battle, but it is that reason tells him that if he wants to win, he has to gamble big.

After Hou Sanjiang, who was the banker at the beginning, left, Niu Zongbing regretted that he should not bet.

He should be the banker!

In anticipation, the horn of the attack "woo" finally sounded.

The artillery that the Qing army pulled to the foot of Huanglong Mountain immediately fired, and smashed one iron bullet after another towards Huanglong Mountain in the distance.

Deafening.

The moment the iron bullet fell, the tree fell to pieces.

Lifting pieces of shingles and stone logs, he also smashed the sheds built by the soldiers of the Ming army into holes one after another.

The chickens raised by the military and civilians in the village were so frightened that they kept fluttering in the chicken coop, and there were chicken feathers everywhere.

The dog also barked and ran around the mountain with its tail between its legs in fright.

Run all the way, pee all the way.

Amid the rumbling of artillery, the Ming army was surprisingly calm.

They were organized in small groups, either in bunkers or in trenches that had been piled up with stones beforehand.

The artillery bombardment of the Qing army seemed terrifying, but in fact, for the Ming army, which was building a defensive line against the mountain, it was simply thunder and rain.

Because it's a mountain, not a city!

Wang Wutong has been observing the movements of the Qing army with a clairvoyant mirror with a sword in his hand.

Simply ignored the shelling of the Qing army.

There was no fear that the artillery bombardment of the Qing army would collapse the Ming army's defensive line.

Unless the Qing army is using a flowering cannon, otherwise, he will not look at it squarely.

Just that kind of solid iron bullet, which is remarkable to smash down a few fortifications.

God knows why the Qing army made so much effort to pull the artillery into the mountains.

With this effort, it is good to build some tools for climbing mountains.

The artillery bombardment of the Qing army lasted for two hours.

With the handsome flag of Jingxi General Mulima waved, more than 1,000 Manchurian soldiers who took the lead were divided into five teams under the command of the deputy capital commander He Busuo, and approached the foot of Huanglong Mountain.

In the traditional method of warfare, the front wears iron armor or double armor, and holds a shield and a large sword.

The armor in the back holds a big bow, and the number of firearms and equipment is not as good as that of the green battalion.

It may be the first time to see the real Tartar attacking the formation, even if he is not afraid, he will inevitably be nervous.

After all, the Tartars have a legend of invincibility.

The Manchurian Eight Banners on the opposite side were exactly 10,000.

"Dao Chief, don't be nervous, those real Tartars may have been powerful earlier, but now this batch is just a bunch of paper tigers."

Wang Wu gave the most objective evaluation to the Eight Banners of the Ten Thousand Beijing Battalion that Mu Lima brought from Yanjing.

In terms of combat effectiveness, the Eight Banners stationed in Beijing are higher than the Eight Banners of the Beijing Camp.

And the Eight Banners of the Han Army are higher than the Eight Banners of Manchu and Mongolia.

The green camp can even beat the eight flags all over the ground to find teeth.

It was also the paper tiger essence of the Eight Banners exposed in the wars since Shunzhi that Wu Sangui and the others saw through, which led to the later rebellion of the three feudatories.

Before Wu Sangui died of illness, Wu Jun had been pressing the Qing army.

If it weren't for Wu Sangui's indecision and refusal to give the order to cross the river, the fierce generals of the Wu army, who were eager to become the founding fathers of the country, would have been defeated in Yanjing City.

"Paper tigers?"

Fuchenzi felt very new to this statement.

"Yes, Paper Tiger! Didn't the Taoist say that anyone who can enter Yanjing can be the emperor, if our army can beat the paper tiger of the Eight Banners in this battle, I think there will be many people who want to be the emperor. ”

Wang Wu chuckled, since Mulima took the initiative to send someone to let him expose the truth of the Eight Banners Paper Tiger, then this love could not be ignored.

At that moment, he instructed Cao Diwei, who was in charge of the gunner: "The Tartar cannon is finished, it's time for us to fight." ”

"Good!"

Cao Diwei had been looking forward to this order for a long time.

Wang Wu said again: "You personally go and keep an eye on those guys, who dares to tie him to the cannon chamber in a false way!" In addition, don't be reluctant to give up the medicine, give me a beating! ”

Cao Diwei responded to the order.

It didn't take long for a "bang" sound to hear, and an iron bullet burst out of the muzzle at high speed, shooting towards the Manchurian soldiers who were approaching the foot of the mountain.

It was the first shot fired by Wang Dazhu, the captured sentry officer of the Green Battalion.

Wang Dazhu, who was bent on going home, hit it very accurately.

The cannonball also hit the marching team of Manchurian soldiers, taking the arm of a Manchurian double-armored soldier holding a shield away from his body on the spot, and then whizzing towards the rear with high speed.

Six Manchurian soldiers were harvested in unison.

It wasn't until the shells landed and ran out of strength that the bodies of the six Manchurian soldiers fell to the ground with a bang.

"Put!"

As the big swordsman who monitored the gunners continued to shout orders, shells flew out from places where the Manchurian soldiers could not see, harvesting the lives of the Manchurian soldiers like cutting wheat.

The Manchurian soldiers, who were caught off guard, were suddenly blown up on their backs.

A cannonball took away from the owner's palm fell from the sky and landed directly on the helmet of Sun Dali, the co-leader of the Zhenghong Banner, with a "clang" sound.

Where did the Ming army get the artillery!

Hebuso, who led the team, was startled by the sudden shelling, and the Jingxi general Mulima, who was watching the battle with a clairvoyant mirror in the distance, also changed color.

Why didn't anyone report to him that the Ming army had such important intelligence as artillery!

The furious General Jingxi could no longer care about pursuing the responsibility at this time, because the two Red Banner Manchurian disciples who fought in the clairglass mirror were making a mess.

Some inexperienced young people were frightened and ran around, but they were smashed by the shells of the Ming army and couldn't even fight their whole bodies.

On Huanglong Mountain, the sound of artillery continued.

The smoke from the shelling was scattered in different directions of the mountain.

At the foot of Huanglong Mountain, broken arms and stumps, intestines and rotten stomachs abound.

The wounded Manchurian soldiers were wailing and howling, and some of the frightened young Manchurian soldiers were still running blindly, while others were lying on the ground with their legs shaking.

The timid ones are even scared to pee.

Mulima's heart had already risen to his throat, for he did not see the figure of the deputy capital Hobusso in the clairvoyant mirror.

Hobusso is not dead, but it is almost dead.

His legs were long gone, and there was only a few feet of blood and intestines below his waist.

It's very wronged, it's a wretch.

The dignified deputy capital of Manchuria didn't even see the enemy's figure, so he asked someone to hit it with a cannon!