The advantage of time travelers is that they can learn from history. In Newton's words, they stand on the shoulders of giants. Although the battlefield has changed, their strength has changed, and both sides of the confrontation have changed, for Mao Jue, Li Zicheng is still the one who attacked the capital and drew his sword to look down on the world.

There are indeed too many reasons for the final battle of Li Chuang and the defeat of the Yishi War. The plague in the capital, Wu Sangui colluded with the Qing army, and the peasant army was not prepared enough. But in the final analysis, it was Li Zicheng's conceit. If it weren't for his inflated self-confidence, he would not have taken the Qing army and Wu Sangui's Guanning army seriously at the beginning. On this side, he would have surrendered and handcuffed Wu Sangui's family, there would have been no historical event of a decisive battle in Shanhaiguan, and perhaps history would have been rewritten.

Even if the battle was in front of Cheng, Li Zicheng had never thought about the possibility of the Qing army sending troops. His army was placed under Shanhaiguan and completely caught in the battle with Wu Sangui's army. When Dorgon's cavalry came over from a stone, the treacherous army, which had completely fallen into the battle formation, could not resist it.

Li Zicheng's conceit may have become a breakthrough in this decisive battle, and it is not the kind of defeating the Dashun Army, but a complete defeat. Mao Jue wants to completely solve the chaotic princes in the north under this Shanhaiguan!

When Li Zicheng's artillery fire rang, Mao Jue was still fishing by the Shihe River slowly, calmly and he was completely different from him with red eyes and murderous intent.

It was tempered by the League of Legends in later generations. Even if he was angry, he rushed up to pick five and was likely to be killed directly. He was even more angry. Instead of doing this, it would be better to wait for his teammates to be in place and take a wave of team-killing Shutan.

Listening to the sound of the cannon like the thunder, Mao Jue couldn't help but sneer, and then he easily set off a fishing rod at the personal soldiers standing attentive behind him.

"The artillery fire only fired one-third, tell Sun Chun that she would not have to get started and give the young people below more opportunities to exercise!"

"Subordinate to obey the order!"

After sending the messenger away, he lifted the fishing rod again, and yawned at the high sun. Mao Jue suddenly hummed lazyly.

"Old Wen has been squatting in the sheep pen for half a year. There must be some movement these days, right?"

"Hmph, Li Duyan, who knew the news, must have a wonderful expression, right?"

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Mao Jue gave the order, but the sergeant at the forefront were suffering. Even the backward general artillery, bronze artillery, and mortar artillery, were also artillery!

For the first time, the artillery fire support in Liao Town was so sparse that the main artillery array of the Dashun Army concentrated in the front could output to the Dongjiang position. The heavy iron ball shot put was smashed down with a harsh whistling sound. In the loud thud, even the sandbags filled in could not be resisted. They dodged the bowling ball like that. The Liao Town soldiers hiding behind screamed and flew backwards.

Among them, the most widest attack was Sun Chuanting's Hegang Corps. His corps was located in the entire army and a piece of them protruded outward, which was also closest to the distance. Looking up, his position was like the end of the world, with black smoke and black and red iron balls all over his eyes. The sergeants could only hide under the digging trenches.

Bang~ Another iron ball fell on the edge of the position. The huge chemical energy smashed a stone as big as a bowl. The stone collided with metal and burst out a large string of sparks. The helmet was hit, and the personal soldiers of the garrison headquarters immediately turned their necks unnaturally to the side, collapsed on the ground and stopped moving.

But Sun Chuanting seemed to have not seen it, and he still held a telescope like a statue and looked forward.

"Military Commander!"

Full of anger, Yuan Dabao rushed back from the front line in anger, pointed behind him and cursed: "For such a long time, the cannons have only been fifty, and only three rounds of cannons are bombarded, and they are like blind people! The artillery soldiers have not eaten enough but still have diarrhea!"

"Please report quickly. Please send more artillery fire support from His Highness Liao!"

"No cannon fodder!"

Still holding the telescope, Sun Chuanting's voice made Yuan Dabao froze, full of shock, and he shouted in disbelief.

"Military Commander, why?"

"The soldiers suffered heavy losses under the thief's artillery fire!"

He turned around and pointed at him fiercely. The spirit of not giving up until he achieved his goal finally made Sun Chuanting put down his telescope and stared at him with cold eyes. Sun Chuanting's voice was extremely serious.

"A knife can cut the enemy's body. Although it can cut blood, the blade will definitely be damaged!"

"Now my Hegang Corps is the blade of the Great Liao Dynasty! Why, I can't hold on anymore? If I can't hold on, I can apply for the Liao King. If I change to the command of the front army, the logistics department still lacks a dispatcher!"

"Military Commander, but the frontier... Okay, I won't say anything! Don't worry, as long as the subordinate is not dead, the sky will fall and the enemy will be held by our corps!"

After putting down his fist tightly, Yuan Dabao bowed helplessly, turned around and rushed towards the front.

As if nothing had happened, he raised his telescope again. Under Sun Chuanting's stern look, Li Zicheng's artillery team finally stopped breathing a sigh of relief, but in the gap between the artillery formation, the capital surrendered troops wearing Ming army mandarin duck battle jackets and holding musket spears emerged and shouted and charged towards his position.

He snorted coldly and put down the telescope. Sun Chuanting slowly wiped the lenses.

Under the death threat of the Shunjun Bow and Arrow Supervisor, the Beijing camp, which was like shit in the battle of the capital, had to take out 120,000 points of energy and rushed to the front with a big sword and a spear, but they had no idea what kind of macho they were facing.

With one foot on the sandbag and looking at the approaching surrendered soldiers, Yuan Dabao's anger was all spread on them, and he suddenly slashed the command knife forward. He roared loudly, tearing his voice cords and roaring loudly.

"Fuck his grandma!"

In an instant, the Liao soldiers, who were also holding a fire, pulled the trigger hard, and the artillery also inserted the red-hot iron tag into the butt of the field cannon. The thunder-like explosion raised a layer of white smoke in the sky above the Liao formation. The surrendered army on the opposite side seemed to hit a transparent air wall. In an instant, the running human body fell backwards. At the end of the white sound waves, the red battle jacket popped out blood holes that were transparent to the front and back, and even brighter liquid fountains filled the air.

Gudong~

Wu Sangui, who was rushing in the second wave, swallowed hard.

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The battle was covered with clouds in front of Shanhaiguan in the capital, but from Juyongguan to Jiayuguan, the remaining eight sides of the Ming Dynasty were rarely quiet. Whether it was a bandit or an official army, they had gathered in the capital. Even the old enemy Mongolia was fighting fiercely for the position of the Khan, and it seemed that the world was peaceful all of a sudden.

Most of the Dashun Army were advancing towards Shanhaiguan, but one of them was moving dullly towards Xi'an.

Since the Wanli period, the Ming Dynasty's control over local areas has begun to relax. By the Wanli period, the military pay for war was not enough, let alone repairing official roads. The road from the capital was filled with loess and pits facing the sky.

A large group of tens of thousands of people, which collected most of the carriages and horses near the capital were marching on the road with difficulty. The heavy trucks pressed on the broken road and made several ruts. It was like the railway tracks in the Dongjiang River, which made a quick passage, but even so, it was not easy to walk. Whenever I went up the mountain, even the strong cows and horses could not bear it. The escorts used their energy to feed themselves, and then pushed them up. When they went down the mountain, they turned their faces red and pulled them desperately. Only then could they stop and even accidents occurred, killing hundreds of people and dozens of animals.

Fortunately, when I left Guandaoling in front of me, it was the Datong Plain. Walking on the plain, I could feel a little more comfortable. Looking at the checkpoint in front, Xie Jun, the captain of Guoyi who was responsible for escorting, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, the soldiers in front ran back in a hurry, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed in horror.

"School Master! There are bandits in front of you!"

“Bandits???”

Xie Junyou almost squirted out a sound. The Dashun Army was the largest thief group in the world. Who else would dare to come to the front of his grandfather to dance a big axe? He thrust his knife violently, and he shouted in anger.

"Damn it, Youtunwei, go and have a look with me!"

There were really bandits. The entrance of the pipeline leading to the Datong Basin was piled with stones. A strong man like a beast wrapped in a headscarf and shrank behind the low wall of the stone crusher. The small fortress also had a lookout platform more than three meters high. A sloppy man in a flowery clothes and big shorts lay lazily on the lookout chair with his feet raised.

Looking around, Xie Junyou raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Well, don't you have eyes? You dare to come to Taisui to get into the head! Tell you that this is the convoy of the Dashun King of Chuang. Those who know the knowledge quickly get out of the way. Grandpa can spare your life. How dare you say that no one is not? You can slaughter all those in your village!"

"Hey, did you hear it?"

The man with horse face was really angry. After a long time, he yawned lazily.

"King of Chuang? That onion, that garlic? This piece is all under my Liao King. Don't mention you are the wild king of Chuang. If the king of Heaven arrives, I have to put down my things for me!"

"Give you a chance, put down the cart, I will let you live, otherwise you will be slaughtered and thrown to the mountains to feed the wolf!"

Xie Junyou was almost confused and didn't talk nonsense. He stretched out his hand and the sergeant under his hand suddenly pulled out his big bow and shot it. The man on the watchtower seemed to have no idea that the other party would beat him and rolled and crawled down the watchtower. The recliner was shot like a hedgehog.

"Oh, won't you not listen to advice? Brothers, scout the guys, fuck him!"

The man with a grimace was clamoring, and Xie Junyou couldn't help but sneer, but the next second, his smile froze on his face. Like an amnesty, a group of "bandit minions" removed the awkward bandit turbans, and one of the well-made standard tower helmets were pulled off the forehead, and then they turned up the low wall. All they were carrying were bayonets and shining cold muskets.

Immediately afterwards, many men emerged on the steep slope of the mountain. The bandits here were clearly the elite troops that had been planning to ambush for a long time!

Seeing that the entire brigade of the riots were panicked, Wen Meng finally found some fun, and grinned.

"Brothers, scout the guy and burst his ****'s chrysanthemum!"
Chapter completed!