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"Woo~~~Woo~~~~~!"

"Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong..."

In the early morning, the sky had just turned bright, and there were turbulent horns and drumbeats coming from the direction of the Qing army camp.

Early in the morning, the Manchu Zhenghuang Banner, the Inlaid Yellow Banner, the Zhengbai Banner, the Inlaid White Banner, the Zhenghong Banner, the Inlaid Red Banner, the Zhenglan Banner, the Inlaid Blue Banner.

The main force of the Eight Banners of Manchuria, with many kingly flags. There are hundreds of oxen records of the Eight Banners of Mongolia and the Eight Banners of Han military. It lingers like stars holding the moon, and launches a huge formation that is overwhelming.

Among the various shouting sounds, thousands of war chariots were guarding tens of thousands of Han slaves and continued to push them forward.

The Qing army seemed to be in a decisive battle.

The central army of the Ming army, on the high platform.

With the actions of the Qing army, Xu Changqing and other generals were summoned by Hong Chengchou immediately to discuss countermeasures.

However, compared with yesterday, the state of many core generals of the Ming army was much easier at this time.

Just like the heaviest darkness before dawn, I am not afraid of you coming, I am afraid of you being cat, I don’t know what you are trying to do.

Xu Changqing was not as relaxed as the people around him at this time, and his face was a little depressed and solemn.

Xu Changqing was quite sure that he had been sure that Dorgon would definitely go to Qiantun.

Compared with his powerful father and brother, Dorgon may not be the hero, not as good as the son of the times, but he is definitely not bad!

Whether it is strategic vision or strategic means, the future "Uncle and Regent" is definitely the best in this era!

Even though Dorgon has many of his shortcomings, he will definitely not make mistakes at the critical moment of winning the "big treasure".

This is also destined that it is difficult for the Ming army to gain any advantage in the current situation.

As for the current situation, Xu Changqing was too thin and could not be rash. He could only hope to compete with Wang Tingchen, at least to defend Qiantun.

Only by defending Qiantun and cutting off the spirit of the Qing army at this time, will Xu Changqing and others gather in Ningyuan have the opportunity to perform.

Otherwise, we can only help Dorgon sit firmly on the throne under his butt in disguise.

In the midst of the chaos, the Qing army was really working hard, gradually advancing to about two miles and entering the range of the Ming army's red-clothed cannon.

However, Hong Chengchou also gained his memory and did not rush to open fire, and continued to lock in the main force of the Qing army solemnly.

The other people were almost in the same situation, waiting, calculating how many Tartar heads they could get.

Beside Xu Changqing, Li Youwei, after most of Xu Changqing's guidance last night, was obviously incomparable to yesterday's condition.

Not only did he have a deeper strategic vision, but his understanding of the situation is also more detailed.

Xu Changqing also has to admire him. Perhaps it is true that Li Chengliang and Li Rusong have a genetic problem, and the talent of this little Leng Niuer is really beyond words.

However, because of Xu Changqing's reminder, Li Youwei's energy was not on the front battlefield in front of her, but was looking in the direction of Qiantun at times.

If something happens in Qiantun, even if there are some sporadic gains on the front battlefield, what's the use?

Unfortunately, except for her and the tall man in front of her, the others seemed to not care about Qiantun's movements at all.

"fire!"

"fire!"

"fire!!!"

With the Qing army's chariot front finally advancing within two miles, Hong Chengchou could no longer help and immediately ordered the fire.

"Boom!"

"Boom..."

Suddenly, in the direction of the Ming army's battle formation, more than a dozen red-clothed cannons appeared like fire dragons, desperately sucking and spiting out the flames, and dark shells rushed straight to the Qing army's outposts.

There has been light rain at night these days, which makes the surface a little wet and the soil underneath is quite soft.

But even so, the power of the red-clothed cannon is still shocking.

Often, a shell bounces three or four times, or even four or five times, before it can truly land.

The earthen walls of the Qing army, including the hanging houses on the chariots, and even the super-thick hanging houses framed by several wet quilts, could not stop the power of the red-clothed cannon shells.

Xu Changqing saw with his own eyes that a shell directly smashed the shoulders of a Han slave, burning white smoke, and bounced several times in succession, with

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After leaving the lives of two unlucky Han slaves next to him, he plunged into the wall of sand and soil bags and rolled up white smoke again.

Even though the main force of the Ming army had only a dozen red-clothed cannons, and the others were all at the head of Ningyuan City, this deterrent force soon suppressed the Qing army's offensive. They were all shackled under various fortification bunkers and did not dare to move forward rashly.

"Haha, the red cannon is so powerful! How can the dogs and Tartars come up?!"

"That's right! We are afraid of them in Songshan, but when we arrive in Ningyuan, we are afraid of him!"

"Shuangli, haha, it's so cool! If there were hundreds of red-clothed cannons, I wouldn't be able to blow out these dogs and Tartars' shit and urine!"

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Seeing that the Qing army's offensive was blocked, even if it was just a humble Han slave, there was a cheer in the battle formation of the Ming army.

Including on the high platform, many main players smiled.

Hong Chengchou's face also stretched a lot.

Ning Yuan is definitely not Song Jin. The Tartars want to be tough, but it is absolutely impossible not to pay enough life!

Xu Changqing was extremely calm at this time.

Although there were red-clothed cannons in Songshan before, they were far from being as clear as that at close range.

What a pity, the red-clothed cannon is not a flowering bullet. If it is a flowering bullet, then the situation in front of you will be completely different.

However, it is also quite beneficial to the overall situation that the Ming army can promote morale at this time.

Li Youwei, who was behind Xu Changqing, had her delicate red lips almost bitten through.

This makes me so excited that I kill several Han slaves. How did these people get to their current high positions?

However, even though she had thousands of words to vent, she could only bear it in her heart.

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A round of red cannons stopped the Qing army's advancement rhythm. The Ming army did not rashly anymore and continued to stalemate with the Qing army.

It took the Qing army a long time to come back to their senses and continue to surround Han slaves to build fortifications.

The Ming army opened fire again at this time.

After a while, it was already noon.

The Qing army only advanced to about 800 meters of the Ming army's front, but could no longer push it. As the sound of gold sounded, it immediately flocked back.

However, they only retreated a little bit, and the position that the Ming army's red-clothed cannons could not reach, so they stopped and prepared for lunch.

Qing army central army.

Looking at the cheering Ming army battle formation, Dorgon couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

Next to him, Jirgalang was in a very good mood and smiled and said, "Prince Rui, Prince Yu and Anping Beile should have taken Qiantun at this time, right?"

Dorgon couldn't help but feel better, "Prince Zheng, we still need to seize the time, otherwise, once the Ming people come to their senses, they may have variables."

Jiergalang nodded with a smile: "In the afternoon, let these Han slaves work harder and scare these Ming people."

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At the same time, under Qiantun Acropolis, the intensity of the battle was hundreds of times that of Ningyuan!

"Haha, rush up and overturn them! I will be rewarded with great rewards!"

Under the king's flag with white flags, Duo Duo was wearing silver armor and high-quality deer leather boots. The horse whip in his hand crackled, and he was full of energy.

Although Wang Tingchen was preparing to come back in Qiantun Guard, Duoduo's speed was too fast and he almost didn't give Wang Tingchen real defense!

The Qing army rushed over to the besiege early in the morning. First, they feinted the north gate, and then the east gate, but finally, it was the south gate!

This made Wang Tingchen, who had a weak foundation, be fooled and easily pushed up by the Qing army, and the battle became extremely difficult.

"Roar up and put your dog down! Don't let them come up!"

Wang Tingchen was already red in his eyes at this time, and he had no time to take care of it. He tried his best to greet the servants and prevent these elite white flags from entering the city.

However, this is of no use at all.

Because of Dorgon's advance, the Inlaid White Banner made many benefits. At this time, morale was at its peak. How could Wang Tingchen and the other Song Jin defeated soldiers be stopped?

Soon, the elite white-armored warriors with white flags climbed to the top of the city. Soon, they broke out into a large area, allowing more and more elite Tartars to come up. Wang Tingchen and the others had no more energy...

"Shishuai, I can't stand it anymore. The Tartars are so fierce. Let's break through! It's too late!"

It's impossible to do anything, and the surrounding soldiers will definitely not

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