"Woo~~Woo~~"

At the end of Mao, it was almost half past six, and in the hazy night, the Qing army moved.

The originally quiet city at Haicheng also quickly heard noisy sounds.

In this state, many children can only sleep on the top of the city and must protect the safety of Haicheng to the greatest extent.

However, the Qing army did not immediately attack the city, but continued to push forward the fortifications along the third trench.

In this dark and lit state, it is difficult to find the accuracy of the model army's catapult car. Moreover, once it is forced to launch and smear and launch, the probability of accidents will definitely be much greater.

"Damn it, these dogs and Tartars are so mean! The handsome man, why don't we find a chance to go out and have a fight with them! It's so frustrating to let the Tartars keep fighting like this!"

Zhao Zengjin spat fiercely, his face full of reluctance.

The injury on this guy's chest has healed a lot, but his face is still a little abnormal. He has to drink radish soup every day to calm his anger. However, this guy doesn't like to eat radish when he was young. You can imagine his psychological shadow and hatred for the Tartars.

Xu Changqing smiled and patted Zhao Zengjin on the shoulder hard: "Zengjin, don't worry! No matter how deep a person is, sooner or later, he will be able to find a picture! No surprise, today, we will know Dorgon's ambition!"
Chapter completed!