(It should be able to finish writing within three chapters, but today there is only this chapter. I have to go to play with the girl in the afternoon, and the little girl is going to go to school again. This time, I will probably not be able to come back until the Chinese New Year. Everyone can understand the love of licking the baby? If I come back early, I will definitely write another chapter.)

Cao Chong's steps gradually faded away. Cao Hui took a deep breath, turned around, and followed Cao Chong with great strides. Both of them had seen the scenes that appeared on the gray wall now. It was just a cycle of reincarnation. Over the past hundred years, Cao's family has tried their best but has not solved the secret. They don't think they can be so lucky today.

Cao Hui looked at the incredible scenes that were enough to make ordinary people crazy, and two tears slowly slid down his eyes. Yes, he understood that if he could not unravel this secret, then he would not be able to annihilate Qin Feng's hundreds of thousands of main forces. If so, even if Qin Feng was killed today, Chang'an would definitely not be spared in the next counterattack of hundreds of thousands of Ming troops.

The Ming Dynasty is no longer the Ming Dynasty ten years ago. Ten years ago, when the Ming Dynasty was first established, everything was still very weak. The future of the Ming Dynasty was entirely related to Qin Feng. Once Qin Feng died, everything would naturally disappear and collapse. But now, the Ming Dynasty has deep roots, a stable political system, and a prosperous country. The crown prince has grown up and cannot be defeated with one blow. Even if Qin Feng is killed, it is just a breath.

Two tears fell to the ground, the powerful music sounded again, and the picture was played from the beginning again. Cao Hui suddenly turned around, pulled out the long knife on his waist with a choke, raised it over his head, and shouted loudly: "Fight to the death, fight to the death!"

Under Yulong Mountain, there were waves of shouts of fighting to the death, slowly expanding from the ground to the ground. Not long after, the entire Yulong Mountain shouts of fighting to the death.

At the top of Chang'an city, Guo Xiancheng held a telescope and stared at the distant sky for almost half an hour. It was like a sculpture that was motionless. Around him, rows of helmets and armored generals, including Cao Zhu, also looked grim.

"Here you!" Guo Xiancheng, who was still standing, suddenly entered the telescope in his hand. Instead, the generals around him raised the telescope and looked into the distance.

A row of small black dots appeared on the edge of the sky and quickly expanded in front of everyone's eyes. Then, a buzzing roar also faintly came into everyone's ears.

At the top of Chang'an city, everyone's faces change color.

They were no longer surprised that airships came to bomb Chang'an. From the beginning of the air raid of more than a dozen airships caused shock to the entire Chang'an, to the next few days, there were 10 or 20 airships coming to bomb. They saw a lot of things, and everyone got used to it. If one day Mingren's airship did not come to bomb, everyone would feel uneasy and didn't know what Mingren was going to do.

But this is the first time they have met with them on such a large scale as today.

At this time, the airships were getting closer and closer. Looking into the sky, they were so dark that they couldn't see the edge at first sight, and they didn't know how many they had come.

"How many of this is this?" Cao Zhu's face turned pale. In the past, there were only one or twenty airships, which made Chang'an Hecheng uneasy. Now, looking at this glance, the airships coming were probably less than ten times more.

It was indeed today's decisive battle! Guo Xiancheng took a deep breath and turned to look at everyone: "No less than two hundred ships, this time it's not just bombing."

Compared to the shock of the generals in the city, Guo Xiancheng, who was prepared in his heart, seemed much calmer. "If there were no bombs installed in an airship, there would be no more than 30 people at most. Putting aside the personnel who operated the airship, there would be only twenty or twenty, and two hundred airships could be installed in five thousand people. If there were special bombings among them, then there would be only three or four thousand people. If there were such a small number of people, would you like to come to Chang'an City to act wildly? It would be too disregard for me, the generals of the Great Qi Dynasty to take my eyes on it."

When everyone heard this, their faces cleared a little and nodded silently.

"But General Guo, the enemy is only a hundred miles away from our Chang'an City. At the speed of their airship, they can travel back and forth for up to two hours, which means that within two hours, they can transport thousands more people." Cao Jie said as he looked at Guo Xiancheng's dark face and couldn't continue talking.

Although he was the crown prince, Cao Zhu knew in his heart that Guo Xiancheng's weight was obviously much heavier than himself, whether in the hearts of Emperor Cao Yun or in the hearts of the generals above the city.

Guo Xiancheng was also very annoyed. The taxi he had finally plucked up was knocked down by Cao Zhen. He was really a rookie who had never been on the battlefield. Don’t he know this and still need him to point it out? If Cao Zhen was not the identity of the crown prince, he was about to sweep it over with a big ear.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince said that although this is the case, this tactic is just a tactic of adding fuel. Can the previous batch of lamp oil be exhausted before the next batch of lamp oil arrive? Let's see the ability of our soldiers in Daqi. Everyone, do you have confidence?"

He looked at the generals in the field with a smile.

"Yes!" The general on the field had already shined on his face.

"Okay!" Guo Xiancheng pulled out his knife with a choke and slashed hard on the wall in front of him. "Now the generals return to the camp and restrain the soldiers, and the survival of the Great Qi, and then fight here!"

"Abide by the order!" The generals responded with a loud promise, turned around and went down the city wall.

Guo Xiancheng turned around and looked at Cao and said, "Your Highness, the Chang'an City will be handed over to you."

Cao was shocked, "General, are you going to take the two camps in the north and south out of the city?"

Guo Xiancheng's long sword pointed in front of him and pointed at Yulong Mountain in the distance: "Your Highness, this battle is the central battlefield."

"But what if the Ming army is real and real, what is the focus of the attack on Chang'an City?" Cao Zhu asked back.

Guo Xiancheng glanced at him indifferently: "It doesn't matter where Chang'an City is, where Your Majesty is. At present, Your Majesty is in Yulong Mountain. Therefore, in this battle, if Yulong Mountain wins, Qi will win. Even if Chang'an City is lost, we can still get it back. But if Yulong Mountain is lost and Your Majesty is gone, then what's the use of Chang'an City even if Chang'an City wins?"

Cao Zhu was speechless.

Guo Xiancheng ignored him anymore and turned around and stepped down from the city wall.

The eight gates of Chang'an City opened almost at the same time, and countless soldiers and horses rushed out from the inside.

Guo Xiancheng rode a war horse and had just galloped out of the city gate. In the distance, several fast horses came from the distance like flying.

"General, 50 miles west of Chang'an, Ming cavalry appeared, and the flag was the Ming army's Qifeng Camp."

"General, 50 miles north of Chang'an, Ming cavalry appeared, and the banner was Zhudian camp."

Guo Xiancheng was completely dead. Sure enough, this battle would not be so easy. The main army of the Ming army did not cross a hundred miles, but their cavalry still came.

"Never mind, the two armies of the north and the south surrounded Yulong Mountain and formed an array under Yulong Mountain. Since they are here, let's go to the bottom of Yulong Mountain together and fight to the death!" He ordered sternly.

The black airships began to be divided into levels. The first batch of about thirty airships separated from the large army. On the airship that was leading, the entire hull was cleverly depicted by the painter as a hideous devilish pattern. This was the seat of Han Dang, the highest commander of the Ming Air Force. At this moment, he leaned over and looked at the Yulong Mountain that was getting closer and closer.

This battle is completely different from the high-altitude bombings in the past. Because they want to airborne troops. If they want to send troops to Yulong Mountain, the airship must lower its height, and cannot exceed 20 or 30 meters above the ground. At this height, let alone the enemy's powerful crossbow, even feather arrows can damage the airship. If they want to minimize the losses as much as possible, their first group of troops responsible for the bombing must clean up the defensive troops on Yulong Mountain as much as possible.

But Yulong Mountain is not that easy to fight. Since the Tang Empire built Yulong Mountain, it has always been the focus of vigilance. After thousands of years of operation, it is really good to say that it is solid. The so-called mountain is just an empty shell. God knows what the situation is. The Ming Dynasty's intelligence agency has penetrated the Chang'an City of Qi, but there is no way out for Yulong Mountain. All the intelligence basically comes from some descriptions of Wenhuizhang and Weizhuang. But what are the identities of these two people? When they were in Yulong Mountain, they never noticed that these things were just trivial things for them?

Han Dang had no other way, he could only adopt the method of covering bombing.

"The first bombing uses gasoline bombs uniformly, lower the height to fifty meters, and pass by at the highest speed. The bombers, but I widen my eyes a little. Whether we can create a landing point for the army depends on us." Han Dang ordered sternly.

"No!" The flag bearer quickly issued Han Dang's order.

"Reduce the height and prepare for battle!" Han Dang roared.

The roar of the steam engine suddenly increased and rushed towards Yulong Mountain below. The bomb dropping port at the bottom of the bilge was quickly opened. Almost at the same time, more than 20 other airships also began to accelerate and lower their altitude.

"Drop bombs!" Accompanied by Han Dang's command, bombs flew down from the bomb drop mouth, and almost at the same time, powerful crossbows and locust-like feather arrows also headed towards the airship in the air.

With a roar, the first gasoline bomb exploded on Yulong Mountain. A ball of flame suddenly spread from the size of a sieve at the beginning, with a radius of more than a meter, and a huge fire broke out in an instant.

The hull shook slightly, and dozens of feather arrows were inserted into the pod below the airship. Han Dang took a look and breathed a sigh of relief. This small injury would not cause a big loss to his airship. As long as the first round of bombing was bombed, the resistance below would inevitably be weakened by several levels.

"General Han, Airship No. 18!" Han Dang, who had just pulled up the height again, suddenly turned around. Several powerful crossbows as thick as a child's arm were inserted on the air bag of Airship No. 18. At this moment, he was falling down the mountain with a crooked and out of control.

His hands suddenly clamped the window ridge tightly.

"Flying up, flying up again." Cheers came from beside him.

Han Dang watched as the No. 18 airship tried his best to pull himself up several meters, and then turned around in the air.

"The flag of the No. 18 airship, the Ming Dynasty has won thousands of victories!"

The flag bearer's voice was choked.

The steam engine of the No. 18 airship roared suddenly stopped, and then they fell from the air like stones and crashed straight into Yulong Mountain.

After adjusting the direction, they actively turned off the steam engine.
Chapter completed!