"This is a real bloody battle!"
Li Daoxuan stood on the chariot and looked at the breakthrough point of the Qing army.
It could be said to be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The corpses piled up under the city wall were almost half the height of the city wall. It was like a landslide that extended diagonally across the moat. The Qing army that was still stepping on the corpses and surging forward reminded him of the zombies in the Resident Evil movie. The city wall had already turned blood-red. This was not only the blood of the Qing army, but also the blood of the Ming army on the city wall. Both sides had even begun to engage in close combat. The Qing heavy infantrymen covered in shields kept clashing with the Ming army's spears on the city wall. Blood flowed freely from the mutual slaughter. The most dangerous part of the Qing army had even rushed up the city wall and were fighting fiercely with the Ming army. Their corpses kept falling down the city wall, and behind the passage filled with corpses, countless Qing soldiers crowded forward.
It had to be said that Eight Banners was indeed valiant.
Even with such heavy casualties, they continued to advance without fear of death without receiving the order to retreat. It was no wonder that they had been running amok for decades.
But unfortunately…
"It's time to end it!"
As Li Daoxuan spoke, he suddenly put on a ferocious smile. Then, he jumped off the chariot and reached out to pick up his favorite giant gunpowder bag from behind the city wall.
"Light the fire!"
the emperor said.
One of the Brocade Guard immediately placed the lighter on the fuse. At the moment the sparks shot out, he did not hesitate to lie down. Almost at the same time, the Emperor threw this great killing weapon that actually weighed nearly 200 pounds upward, and then it began to dance above his head like a meteor hammer.
Behind the Qing army outside the city, a general who was commanding the battle screamed subconsciously. Then, he turned around and ran away from his subordinates like a madman. Then, all the Qing soldiers who were attacking saw this scene. They saw the god of death in dragon robes on the city wall and the huge gunpowder bag above his head that danced like an afterimage and threw out sparks. Therefore, the Qing army who had originally crashed into the city wall like a flood turned around and ran back crazily.
" Shoot! Fire! Stop him!"
One of the generals who didn't run away shouted as he raised his hand to cut down a soldier who tried to escape.
The musketeer next to him aimed at Li Daoxuan and pulled the trigger, especially the high-speed spinning gunpowder bag on top of Li Daoxuan's head. It was the primary target. The neutron bomb flew out in the smoke of the black gunpowder, but it disappeared into Li Daoxuan's body like a clay ox entering the sea. Whether it was his three-layered heavy armor or the gunpowder bound by layers of cotton quilt, rawhide, and iron chains, these bullets could not hit him. Li Daoxuan would not make such a low-level mistake.
"Monster, monster!"
This time, the Qing army was even more chaotic.
Especially when they thought about his various terrifying legends, the Qing army that had accumulated too much fear of him would explode at this moment. As the unlucky general roared in anger, the fleeing Qing army instantly knocked him down and drowned him. A few of the guards wanted to go forward to save their master, but they were also knocked down and trampled under the feet of the defeated soldiers. At this time, all the Qing soldiers in front of Li Daoxuan were desperately escaping.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Just as they were in a mess, Li Daoxuan roared and let go.
The gunpowder bag flew out with the sound of the wind and instantly reached 30 meters away. The terrifying ball of fire seemed to tear through space and exploded. The lava color of the raging waves slammed down violently.
Below them were countless Qing soldiers huddled together.
The well-prepared Ming army, including their Emperor, didn't even bother to look at the spectacular scene. Everyone held their heads and lay behind the parapet. Then, a violent air wave accompanied by a loud sound of the sky collapsing and the earth shattering, carrying countless human fragments, crashed over their heads like a hurricane. Even the nearest Franc was almost overturned by this terrifying power. The blood rain formed by broken limbs fell like hail, and even a lot of them fell on the city wall.
"Too savage!"
After the explosion, Li Daoxuan crawled up with a head full of bloody flesh. He lay behind the parapet and looked out of the city in horror.
There was no living person in the place where the Qing army was rushing into the breach on the other side of the moat. The tunnel filled with cannon fodder and corpses was actually less than 50 meters wide. Because they were eager to break through the defense on the city wall, the surrounding Qing army was rushing into the breach. Therefore, the density was quite high, almost like ants on a candy. The power of his gunpowder bag was not wasted at all. Even those who were rushing up below the city wall, including those who were supporting them from behind, were basically killed or injured within a radius of 30 meters from the explosion point. In terms of numbers, there were probably more than 1,000 people. In order to ensure that it was bound as securely as possible, his gunpowder bag was wrapped with iron chains. These iron chains basically acted as the role of filling nails and broken glass. The result of the ten-meter-high air explosion was that the shattered iron pieces scattered like flowers. The furthest they hit was nearly forty meters away, and countless Qing soldiers were struggling and wailing on the ground.
The two armies on the battlefield were stunned by his sudden attack. The Qing army outside the explosion range looked at the breach that had suddenly disappeared.
"One more!"
Li Daoxuan suddenly roared.
All of a sudden, all the Qing soldiers turned around and ran without hesitation. Even those who had started to climb the city wall jumped down and ran away crazily.
Behind them, there was laughter.
Li Daoxuan was just scaring them.
He couldn't have it just because he wanted to. There were only about 30,000 catties of gunpowder in Ningyuan City now. It was all thanks to Huang Fei's warships that he could make more than 300 of them. This thing could only be used in special situations, such as when the Qing army was concentrated. Otherwise, it wouldn't be able to blow up many people. The first time was because of the infantry formation. The infantry formation had to be as dense as possible to deal with the cavalry. This time, it was also because of the battlefield environment that the Qing army had to be as dense as possible. However, if the cavalry formation did not startle the Qing army's warhorses, only a hundred Qing soldiers were actually killed or injured.
Moreover, he had to supply the cannons and more than 3,000 muskets with gunpowder. In fact, he had to use them sparingly. After all, these muskets alone would cost more than 100 catties to fire at once.
He did not have a gunpowder factory here.
Of course, no matter what, this round of attack could be considered to have survived. After the Weiyuan Sect's Qing army was defeated, the other sects 'Qing army also retreated. Their losses were also huge. Although they did not suffer a big explosion, Li Daoxuan's huge bow alone killed hundreds of them. Coupled with the Ming army's artillery bombardment, the Qing army lost no less than 5,000 in this round of attack. This number was already quite terrifying, especially for an army that was almost invincible. Such casualties did not only bring about the loss of manpower, but also a heavy blow to morale. Looking at the miserable appearance of their defeat, it was obvious that they were already afraid.
"How many brothers have we lost?"
Li Daoxuan asked Tang Yu.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, not many, only two hundred died and less than three hundred were injured. It's all thanks to Your Majesty's divine cannons. In fact, the fiercest weapons of the Tartars are the Red Cannons. In the past, most of the cities that were taken down were destroyed by their cannons, and then they rushed into the city through the gap. Now, their cannons don't even have the chance to enter the battlefield in front of Your Majesty. It's no big deal to just climb the city wall and attack.”
Tang Yu said with a smile.
This number of casualties was indeed not worth mentioning compared to the casualties of the Qing army, especially since most of the Ming army's casualties could be cured. However, the Qing army's injuries were equivalent to losing half of their lives, so the true death ratio of both sides would be even greater. This could be described as unimaginable for the Ming army. After all, in most cases, the Ming army's casualties in battle far exceeded the Qing army's, even in the city defense battle.
"Zhen will go and take a look at the injured brothers. You continue to keep an eye on the Tartars.”
Li Daoxuan patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. As long as Your Majesty is here, the Tartars won't be able to take this place even if it takes a hundred years.”
Tang Yu said.
"If they really fought for a hundred years, I would have died of old age!”
Li Daoxuan said speechlessly.
Just as he walked down the city wall, Dorgon expressionlessly put away his binoculars.
"Hun, let's attack again tomorrow.”
said Todor hatefully.
"Idiot, thousands of people died in one attack, and you want to attack again? How many thousands of people do we have in total for you to squander? Can our Qing Dynasty withstand such a disaster?”
Dorgon cursed.
"In any case, most of them are Han soldiers."
Tordor said in a low voice.
"The Han army also has eight banners. How many people do we have in total? If we don't rely on them, how are we going to take over the colorful world of the Central Plains with our small population? Remember this in the future, they are the Eight Banners Han Army, not the Han Army. They are the Banners, not the Han!”
Dorgon cursed.
"Then, then what should we do?"
said Todor weakly.
"What should I do?"
Dorgon sneered." Pass down the decree. All armies will surround the city and set up camp. We will choose a location on the Ningyuan River to build a pontoon bridge. Don't be too far away from the city. Just avoid the range of their cannons."”
"Are we going to attack Shanhaiguan with Li Zicheng?”
asked Todor.
"Who will take down Shanhai Pass? Would Li Zicheng be so stupid as to give Shanhaiguan to us? Since he won't give us Shanhaiguan, then are the lives of our Eight Banners athletes that cheap?”
Dorgon said.
"Eh?"
Tudor was confused.
"Let's see if that dog Emperor can hold it in!”
Dorgon looked at Ningyuan City and sneered.
"Prince Regent, Sir Fan has arrived."
At this moment, a guard reported.
"You, go get it!"
Dorgon said.
"Why…"
Torduo had barely finished his sentence when he shut his mouth under Dorgon's stern gaze. He then obediently walked toward Fan Wencheng, who was standing in a pile with a polite smile on his face. As he walked, he muttered,""Isn't it just a woman? She's still unwilling to let go. Isn't it natural for a master to enjoy a servant's woman?”
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