Zhao Tian took the lead in shooting, and the soldiers beside him fought together, and the Tartars on the dock became dead bodies in a daze.

Until they died, they were still thinking that the business would not be successful. Even if we wanted too much, we just bargained, so why bother killing people!

Of course Zhao Tian would not be polite. He rushed to Haizhou City with his soldiers. The Tartars heard the sound of the pier and hurriedly sent someone over.

As a result, they collided with Zhao Tian. Zhao Tian and his friends shot and killed most of the Tartars. The rest fled in a hurry. They chased them all the way, but the Tartars were seized before they could close the city gate.

Less than 300 soldiers pried open Haizhou. It can be said that the Tartars' defense was extremely relaxed. At this time, Chen Tingyang also led his fleet into the dock. The navy above was like a dragon, and they all rushed into Haizhou.

The entire battle lasted less than an hour, and most of the thousand defenders in Haizhou were wiped out, and the rest were all fled.

After successfully controlling Haizhou, Chen Tingyang felt relieved.

"I thought the Tartars would be in trouble if they were prepared. Unexpectedly, this was simply a side dish, not enough to get stuck in the teeth!"

Zhao Tian smiled and said, "Mr. Shen, I just asked the prisoners. I heard that it was Hong Chengchou who arranged the troops in Haizhou. I had to report the situation every day, but Hong Chengchou was arrested by the Duke of the State, and there was nothing left!"

Chen Tingyang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that the Duke of the State is indeed too wise. After taking Hong Chengchou, it is really a disaster!"

"It's true! What else do those Tartars know besides riding and shooting? Traitors are their eyes, their heads, and even their fists. Without traitors, Tartars are just a bunch of waste!"

"Hahaha, then let's start with the waste!" Chen Tingyang smiled.

After they left the fleet in Haizhou, they immediately rectified their troops. With Zhao Tian’s two thousand soldiers as the pioneer, Chen Tingyang led three thousand navy soldiers to follow quickly, and they rushed straight to Huai'an along the main road!

Just as they were winning the flag, more than a dozen large ships of thousands of materials followed the canal to Yangzhou.

A large number of civilians and soldiers were waiting here. Everyone was looking forward to it. In the days when they were guarding the city, the one they feared the most was the artillery of the Tartars. With endless bombardment, the Yangzhou city walls had many dangers, almost all of which were blocked by human lives, with stones, sandbags and wood.

An Guojun also brought artillery, and finally got rid of the passive beating. Who can be unhappy?

"Look, the cannon has been moved down!"

The eyes were focused on those boats. Four civilians carried an iron pipe less than three feet long. Two other soldiers carried a wooden gun cart and placed two gun ears on the grooves on the cart. Even if a gun was installed, two or three people pushed the gun cart and left easily.

After seeing these cannons, Minzhuang couldn't help but shake his head. If it weren't for his own things, they would have looked contemptuous: This is too small!

Liu Zhaoji even muttered to Yan Yingyuan: "Master Futai, this cannon is probably incomparable to the red-clothed cannon of the Tartars. I see that the Tartars' cannons are thicker than my waist. Can this thing get a advantage when it comes to the Tartars?"

"I'll ask who to go!" Yan Yingyuan frowned: "The princess can't do useless work, right? Move to the city quickly!"

"Hey, if I had known that a few people would be able to move out, why bother calling so many civilians? It would be a waste of feelings."

Yan Yingyuan glared at Liu Zhaoji: "If the people see, they will be happy. Besides, how many wars An Guojun fought, can he send a bunch of waste?"

Liu Zhaoji was still muttering. He didn't take these cannons seriously. Even with forty red cannons behind, weighing 600 or 700 kilograms, the barrel was very long. However, they were obviously smaller than the Tartars. This made Liu Zhaoji lack interest and couldn't bear to look at them!

"Oh, it's better than nothing!"

At this time, Gu Zhenhua had just inspected the city and rushed over with his men. When he saw these artillery, he suddenly burst into laughter: "It's done, with these artillery, the Tartars are over!"

Liu Zhaoji shook his head slightly, "Dude, have you seen it on the top of the city? The Tartars' cannons look ten feet long. They fired a bullet, which was about ten kilograms. The city walls were covered with bricks and stones. Many brothers died under the Tartars' cannons. If they were relying on these cannons in front of them, they might not be able to resist it!"

Liu Zhaoji noticed Gu Zhenhua's playful smile, and he waved his hand in a hurry: "I don't want to increase the enemy's ambition and destroy his majesty, but it's just that the two sides compare. I really didn't see how powerful our artillery is!"

"Hahaha, General Liu, I'll ask you, a person with a 100-pound pound fight with a 200-pound pound person, who can win?"

"I think it's a 200-pound win. After all, it's not easy to move there!"

Gu Zhenhua nodded: "Where is the one hundred pounds fighting against five hundred pounds?"

Five hundred kilograms? Isn’t that a pig?

Liu Zhaoji shook his head and said, "If there is really a person worth 500 kilograms, I'm afraid he can't even walk, so how can he fight?"

Yan Yingyuan kept staring at these cannons. When he heard Gu Zhenhua's words, he suddenly realized and patted his forehead and said, "Why am I so stupid! This cannon cannot be controlled to be shot far, and it must be run freely and has a wide range of shots!"

Liu Zhaoji frowned and asked, "Futai, is there any difference?"

"Of course the difference is big. For example, when siege, it is enough to focus a little bombardment. If you open a little, you will collapse on the whole line. However, when you go to field battles, the enemy will move. How can our artillery be stupid? You have to move with it!"

Yan Yingyuan is indeed a military genius. Except for Yangzhou this month, he has not really been exposed to war, but he has revealed the difference between artillery in one sentence.

Gu Zhenhua laughed and said, "Governor Yan is right. An Guojun's artillery is designed based on field battles. Our purpose is to fight the Tartars in the field battle, fighting to the death!"

"Fight in the field!" Liu Zhaoji realized it. He couldn't help but say, "Dude, over the years, no one except the Anguo Army dared to fight against the Tartars. The Jurchen soldiers are invincible. I don't know how many famous generals were scared and lost every battle. I really have no shame to see anyone!"

Gu Zhenhua said: "In fact, the Ming army was not bad at field battles. Qi Jiguang used his Qi family army to kill the Tartars in a mess. He relied on only firearms and a strict queue. As long as we were not in chaos and fought against the Tartars, we would never be defeated. You can calculate how many Tartars are there, how many people are there in China. Today's firearms are more sharp than when Qi Jiguang was when we were. What excuses do we have to be afraid of Tartars!"

Gu Zhenhua walked up to all the soldiers with his hands behind his back and asked loudly: "Brothers, do any of you feel that you are born not as good as the Tartars? Without the bloodiness of the Tartars and the courage of the Tartars, you should be ravaged by the Tartars?"

The soldier was stunned for a moment and suddenly burst into a strong roar: "We are not afraid of the Tartars, we are not worse than the Tartars!"

Gu Zhenhua smiled with satisfaction and said, "Yes, they all have two arms and one head. The Tartars have been on the horse's back since childhood. Their bodies are indeed stronger than us. But don't forget that they are all a group of barbarians who can't even calculate the accounts. We have smart minds and clever hands, will we still be afraid of Tartars?"

The soldiers looked at each other, especially those soldiers outside the Anguo Army. Everyone has a shameless face. Which young man can admit that he is not good? This is the face of a man!

"National Duke. We will not be afraid of the Tartars. We will fight with the Tartars to the end and drive them all out of the Central Plains!"

"Okay, just be sure to have this confidence!" Gu Zhenhua waved his hand and ran over several gunners. They pushed a cannon as Gu Zhenhua told him. They led four more war horses and put ropes on them. They waved their whips in their hands, and the war horses ran. The cannons ran.

Rotating back and forth on the ground, running left and right, extremely flexible. After running for five laps, they suddenly stopped, unloaded the livestock, and quickly adjusted the cannon position. At this time, the box truck following behind came to their sight. They took off the gun from the car and quickly pressed it into the groove of the cannon.

The whole movement was smooth and the first shell could be fired in less than two minutes. Yan Yingyuan and Liu Zhaoji were stunned and saliva flowed all over the floor.

Although they didn't fire, they all knew that with this speed, they were simply the nemesis of cavalry. If there were hundreds of such artillery in the wild, no matter how hard the Tartars tried, they would never break through the blockade of fire.

The invincible magic weapon for cannons and muskets, slaughtering Tartars, and killing monsters and upgrading. After seeing the demonstration of An Guojun, they completely put their hearts in their stomachs.

"Mr., we can't wait any longer, just looking forward to watching the Tartars beating upside down!"

After the artillerymen entered Yangzhou, they adapted for two days. Gu Zhenhua calculated by his fingers. Shen Tingyang and Zhao Tian should have taken over Haizhou, and the time for the war was finally ripe.

...

Accompanied by the first ray of sunshine in the morning, the north and east gates of Yangzhou were all opened, and a surging crowd rushed outside. The central army was Ma Jinzhong. He led eight thousand men and arranged into three hollow attacking phalanxes, and he led two thousand men as a reserve team.

Since the Anguo Army was in charge, in just a few months, Ma Jinzhong's subordinates had earth-shaking changes. The soldiers and oil soldiers were all driven out, and what was preserved was the essence and added a large number of good families. The army's appearance was completely renewed.

Sun Cheng personally took charge of the training, starting with each soldier, then assessed step by step, passing the test layer by layer. Even Ma Jinzhong, Jin Shengheng, Li Wanqing and others were all scolded.

Ma Jinzhong is not a good temper either. I am a person who is popular with the bandits and the imperial court. When he joined the Anguo Army, he became an angry young wife. He even had the urge to leave with someone.

However, Ma Jinzhong found that the soldiers did not obey his command at all. People walked to high places and water flowed to low places. An Guojun was tired, bitter and strict! Apart from being able to eat meat, it was no different from the ascetic monk.

But they clearly found that they had become different. They would not fire the guns in their hands. Their physical strength increased exponentially, and even if they faced the most terrifying enemy, they would not be afraid!

The feeling of becoming stronger makes everyone feel sincerely happy. This is when they show their courage. When the blood-red battle flag flutters in front of them, everyone's blood is boiling.

"Come on, dogs and tatars, come and kill as many as you come!"

On both sides of Ma Jinzhong were Jin Shengheng and Liu Zhaoji, who each led their subordinates to suppress the two wings. Gu Zhenhua and Yan Yingyuan led the central army. As for the large number of civilians behind them, they carried stretchers and were on standby.

Don’t underestimate the civilians. They have withstood the cruel battle to defend the city and are irreconcilable enemies with the Tartars. This is the time for liquidation.

An Guojun put on a decisive battle, and Boro on the opposite side would not show weakness.

So what if Gu Zhenhua comes? He is not a god! If you dare to dig the ancestral tomb of the Qing Dynasty, you must taste the power of the Eight Banners Power!

The guy Boluo actually launched the attack first. As his saber pointed, more than two thousand iron cavalry rushed over.

Bright armor, shining weapons, and rampant roars, this is the unchanging cry of the Hu Qi for thousands of years.

The iron hooves stomp on the soil, rolling around and surging!

Facing the Tartar cavalry, all the soldiers couldn't help but hold the weapons in their hands. This was the force they feared the most. Even when they saw the Tartar cavalry, they were about to run away and frightened.

Now they are finally going to face these Tartars head-on, and the winner is a big defeat, and this is a one-off!

"Rise the gun!"

Swish, the neat muskets aimed at the Tartars.

"shooting!"

The commander shouted out all the air in his chest, and rows of lead balls shot towards the Tartars.

ah!

With the sound of pain, the Tartars fell to the ground in groups, and they rolled together in pain.

Ma Jinzhong saw everything in his eyes. He waved his fist suddenly, and it was this feeling, a powerful feeling!

This is the most deadly attraction of An Guojun. Victory is like a poison or a drug, making people unable to stop!

"shooting!"

Rows of muskets hit, and the originally sharp arrows of the Tartar army were quickly killed. Gradually, the follow-up personnel were piled up more and more. No matter how they charged, they could not break the bullet blockade. On the contrary, they fell one by one and were stepped on to the horse and turned into a meat paste.

Seeing that the fire was almost over, Ma Jinzhong raised the flag again, and the artillery immediately lit the fuse. Accompanied by the sound of cannons, a flowering bullet hit the crowd of Tartars.

The explosion followed by the explosion, and the shrapnel splashed attacked the Tartars indiscriminately. Each shell could cause an unmanned land of more than one meter in radius. The Tartars rolled on the ground in pain!

Each Fran machine cannon was equipped with ten-door guns. It was dazzling when replaced. I almost never heard of the sound of cannons. Everyone went crazy. In less than twenty seconds, they fired a shell and more than one hundred cannons. How amazing it was.

The metal storm collapsed among the Tartars, and the battlefield was completely a one-sided massacre.
Chapter completed!