Zheng Zhilong looked up at the sky outside the city. The warm sunshine forced him to squint his eyes, "God is really not giving face. How good it would be to blow strong wind!"

Although life is really good now, without the "sharp" cold wind as if it were a knife, Zheng Zhilong felt that the weather was much warmer.

But this is Qingzhou. Is there no wind in Qingzhou in winter?

Even if it is not as good as Denglai, Yidu (Qingzhou Prefecture) is not far from Laizhou Bay.

"Maybe God is pitying them..." Zheng Zhilong could only think so.

Because the thirty catapults in his hand have been built now, and only a strong wind is needed. Now Qingzhou City, which is just a fire, will quickly turn into a sea of ​​fire. The hundreds of thousands of people inside, whether they are the people or the military, must escape as long as they don’t want to die. Although the wealth and goods rights of a big city will be turned into ashes, the victory of the war will undoubtedly be in the hands of Zheng Jun.

Zheng Zhilong will solve the 30,000 people in the city without any effort, especially the 10,000 Eight Banners Tatars in the city.

He had closely monitored the four gates of Qingzhou City, east, west, south and north. There were even soldiers in the main camp of Zheng army outside the east gate. He also asked Zheng Zhibao to lead his troops to top Zu Kefa on Mount Yao.

The stove has been set up, just waiting for the fatty meat to be put into the pot.

But God doesn't give me a shame. It's the third day, and the wind is still not blowing. However, Zheng Zhilong is not in a hurry, not in a hurry at all. He feels that he is sure to win this battle and has no reason to lose.

Or is Haoge and Brother Ah Xiu's ability to summon the meteorite technique and smash Zheng Zhilong, the time traveler?

Otherwise, he really couldn't imagine why he would lose.

In Qingzhou City, Haoge looked at the two heads in the tray in front of him and smiled so murderously. "Dog things, you should not be jealous of death."

The Qing Dynasty gave you official positions and allowed you to keep your family property. Even turned a blind eye to their own benefits in the midst of change.

As a result, a pair of ungrateful wolves were raised!

Haoge now hates Fang Kezhuang and Feng Pu even deeper than Cao Yan, and everyone can kill him.

"Take it out and feed the dogs to me!"

With a big hand, Haoge had no need to bother with these dead traitors. He turned to put away the ferocity on his face, looked at Sun Zhixie who was waiting quietly beside him, and nodded with satisfaction. This was a loyal and good slave.

"Sun Zhixie, you sit down."

Haoge called out his name, but it was still very rough. But what he said made Sun Zhixie smile. Although the wailing sound of the Fang family, the Feng family, and the old face of the dead old man Cao Gui still appeared in front of him, the miserable screams of the Fang family, the Feng family and even the Cao family's female family still echoed in his ears, this was not as important as Prince Su's attention.

"I know you are a loyal person. I did a good job this time. If you hadn't noticed these shameless people, I'm afraid I'd fallen into a big blow."

Sun Zhixie was humble and did not dare to do so. Haoge waved his hand again: "You Han people just love to mess with these stupid things. It's your credit and it's your credit. I will remember it. When we leave this Qingzhou City, I will report the credit to you."

Sun Zhixie knew that he was indeed more trusted by Haoge. Fang Kezhuang and the others could not do the most solid job of this letter of fame.

But..., "The prince said..., leave Qingzhou City?" Sun Zhixie said in surprise.

"Of course I have to leave Qingzhou City. You can't stay here anymore. Zheng Jun's cannons are powerful and can still fire the kind of fire-driven shells. If you don't get out early when the fire is not caught, do you still have to stay in Qingzhou and wait to be burned to death by the fire?"

"But the prince. It doesn't matter if Qingzhou is lost. That's to retreat to Jinan Prefecture. Zheng Zhilong still fights like this..." Wouldn't Jinan Prefecture be defeated? Sun Zhixie said nervously.

"There is no cannon. Zheng Zhilong does not care about the lives and death of the people in the city. Just this way of fighting, let alone Jinan, even Yanjing will not be at ease." Haoge was helpless about this move. Unless it rained God and soaked the entire city mold, this move would not work.

Sun Zhixi's face changed drastically.

Although he was determined to be loyal to the Qing Dynasty, he didn't want to die. No matter what high-ranking officials and generous salaries the Qing Dynasty could give him, if they failed, wouldn't it be a waste in the end? It would be better to live his stable life honestly.

In an instant, he felt regretful.

However, Haoge failed to discover the essence through the phenomenon. In his eyes, Sun Zhixie was a loyal and good slave. His face was full of worries, all of them were worried about the Qing Dynasty, and his loyalty to the Qing Dynasty.

"Don't scare yourself. If Zheng Zhilong can do this, he must have the ability to send many cannons to the city first. Do you really think that my Eight Banners Iron Cavalry is a tofu? This time I was careless. The Eight Banners Iron Cavalry was blocked in the city. Otherwise..." Haoge's face showed a fierce look again, and he still looked confident.

Sun Zhixie breathed a sigh of relief. Just as Haoge could not see through his heart, he could not see that Haoge was embarrassed and humble under his full confident expression. Because Haoge was talking big.

He had not many Eight Banners soldiers under his command. Even if his vest soldiers were all arranged outside the city, they were only harassing Zheng Jun one or two, and they did not have any substantial significance.

Because the number of people is a little small.

Just those vest soldiers cannot break through the Zheng army's defense line. If even the Zheng army's defense line cannot be broken, how can they harass the artillery team?

But Prince Su also wants face, right?

"You go back and prepare quietly." Haoge ordered Sun Zhixie to keep it secret, and then told him the time - just tonight.

After Sun Zhixie received the exact news, he hurried back to prepare. Haoge, the generals under him, came in a hurry.

The first person in the left hand is the first-class Gong Tazhan, the second person is Bahana, and the third person is Tunqi. It can be said that there are still people in Haoge's army. The first general in the right hand is Liu Zeqing, and the second is the general of Qingzhou Ke Yongsheng.

The two of them were all covered in dust, obviously they just came down from the front line.

"Your Majesty, Zheng Zhilong has not seen his troops in the south or west of the city." Liu Zeqing said first.

"Prince, Zheng Zhilong did not add troops to the north of the city." Ke Yongsheng continued to speak for the second time, which was still good news.

The solemn expression on Haoge's face also showed a touch of gentleness.

Today, the Qing army was about to escape, but the more than 30,000 horse and infantry troops in the city were impossible to break through one gate. It was too slow and it was too easy to be blocked by the Zheng army.

In addition to the location of Zheng Zhilong's army in the east, the Qing army had to break through in three directions.

"Zheng Zhilong does have some skills. His army has only been trained for three or four years and can have such momentum. Since the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, in Tianjin, Qilu, and outside the pass, we have suffered many times. Therefore, we must plan for this breakthrough battle and must not be defeated."

"The court is pointing at our troops in Qilu."

Haoge knocked his finger on the table, and there was something in his words. The Tatars were not counting on Liu Zeqing in Qilu, but the eight thousand Eight Banners soldiers under Haoge.

"Prince. For many days, we have been watching the every move of the Zheng army outside the city." The speaker was Tazhan, the second son of Shumulu Yangguli, one of the five ministers. He was the first-class duke and ranked second among the troops of Haoge. In the second year of Chongde, he ascended his father's super-ranked duke and promoted him to the Minister of Inner. In the sixth year, he besieged Jinzhou with his army and defeated Hong Chengchou with 130,000 reinforcements. He led his army to pursue him, set up a high bridge, and killed many Ming soldiers. Later, because he could not lead the troops to guard the imperial camp, the Ming soldiers rushed in and were demoted to the first-class duke. "Do you think Zheng Zhilong would set up a trap for us outside the city?"

"That's not. Qingzhou is surrounded by plains. Whether there are ambushers can be seen clearly at a glance." Haoge clenched his fists, "What I'm afraid of is that our soldiers cannot break through the Zheng army's guns and cannons."

Except for the East Gate, the Zheng Jun camp outside the other three gates were about two miles away from the city gate. However, their sentry camp, which was the artillery position that had been built before, was less than one mile away from the city wall. It was blocked in a long rectangle at the city gate.

In front of the Sentinel Village, which is fifty feet away from the city wall, there are even more several small soldiers forts.

Whether the Qing army can break through, or whether it can rush beyond the range with the guns and cannons here, quickly arrange the array, and restrain, threaten, or even break through the reinforcements that followed (Zheng Jun camp) will be the key factor in whether the Qing army can "transfer" smoothly.

The key to smooth transition is not ‘turning’, but ‘smooth’.

If the more than 30,000 Qing troops in the city used their heavy losses to make the price of transfer, Haoge would never want to see it. What he hoped was that the army could exchange for a slight loss in exchange for the opportunity to re-arrange troops.

Qingzhou City is about to be lost, and the large amount of military supplies and food reserved in the city will be burned out in one go. In Haoge's opinion, this is a tragic loss. If a large amount of troops are still lost, he will not be "turning in" but breaking out, or breaking out in desperate situations.

Although this is the case in Qingzhou now.

Haoge looked at Liu Zeqing.

It’s time for Liu Zeqing to make a statement. Otherwise, who will be the first wave of meat shield cannon fodder?

You can't let the Eight Banners get on, right?

Liu Zeqing felt a hundred bitterness in his heart. He was really..., really..., I regretted it.

If I hadn't been clever back then, even if I had climbed slowly towards Yanjing, the emperor (Chongzhen) would definitely not have hated himself so deeply.

The fall from the horse really broke off his own way of retreat.

Although he knew that the Qing Dynasty would not regard himself as a "person", he could only continue to die for the Qing Dynasty.

He stood up and patted his chest to assure Haoge that it would be difficult to break through the Zheng army camp. Even if it was just the Zheng army's sentry camp, they would be good for the green flag soldiers of Qilu as a meat shield cannon fodder.

Nephew Liu Zhiqiu, his deputy generals Zheng Longfang, Yao Wenchang and others waited for Liu Zeqing who had returned with a sad face. After asking the truth, they felt bitter in their hearts.

"The Tartars bullied me too much!" Liu Zhifeng was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick.

"That's right, the Tartars are so bullying." Zheng Longfang was also so angry that she was itchy.

These days, they were the ones who were shot up and down the city walls, but the Tartars leisurely hid in Hengwang City in the center of the city. They are still the ones who are the meat shields now, and they have never been sent out.

"Little General, Brother Zheng should not be angry. If you ask outsiders to hear it, it will be a big deal. The general has a knot with the emperor of the Southern Dynasty. If the rebellion of the Tartars, how can there be a place for the general to live in this world?"
Chapter completed!