"Sir Qibing, Dai Qintaiji is dead!"

Ebilong's body shook and almost fell off the horse's back. He was not feeling sorry for the Mongolian army, but was frightened by the powerful firepower of the chariot camp.

The endless artillery fire, sharp muskets, rockets, divine fire flying crows, grenades, and these things emerged one after another. Within 200 steps of the chariot camp, almost all turned into Shura Fields.

Just in front of the round formation of the car camp, there were many corpses of Tartars hanging in the carriage. Some of them tried hard to grab it and wanted to climb over, but their heads were broken by bullets. They wanted to smash the carriage, but their stomachs were penetrated by a spear.

These people are like mountaineers struggling to climb the top, and they are just one line away from success and lose their chances forever. They are unwilling to accept and angry, with their eyes that cannot be closed, and face the reef-like car array, with no way.

Zhou Yingjie always smiled contemptuously, but in fact, he had a hand from the beginning. He was afraid that he would take out all his abilities and the Tartars would be scared away.

Now the Tartars are almost done. Zhou Yingjie immediately raised the red flag in his hand, and suddenly thirty red-clothed cannons aimed at the Tartars. These cannons are powerful and maneuverable. As long as eight war horses are pulled, they can advance simultaneously with the chariot camp.

With a command, the sound of cannons rumbling. No matter how many of the surging Tartars were, they would be baptized in blood. People were constantly shot and fell to the ground, and the subsequent war horses stepped on them into mud.

The cannons joined the battle, and the Minnie gunmen who had been impatient for a long time also joined in. They had strong confidence in the weapons in their hands. No matter how fearless the warriors they were, no matter how many layers of armor they were wearing, they were all the same when facing the fierce muskets.

In their eyes, Tartars are just lumps of meat!

The Daiqintai guitar is covered with three layers of armor. The innermost piece of software is said to be left behind by the Genghis Khan era and is a treasure of the ancestors. Many Mongolians even believe that this armor has magic power of divine blessing and no weapon can penetrate it.

This false confidence completely broke the Minnie gun, and the high-speed rotating bullet hit his chest. The tin bullet was like a full-scale hammer, hitting the armor.

There was no need to penetrate at all, just the powerful kinetic energy shattered Daiqin's sternum. The broken bone was inserted into his lungs, and blood foam was sprayed from his mouth and nose, and his heavy body fell to the ground.

Those most loyal slaves dragged his body out of the battlefield and sent it to Ebilon.

Ebilong's face turned pale. He dismounted himself, checked Daiqin's body, and lifted up the armor. A hole the size of a fist on his chest. The flesh and internal organs inside were broken into pieces.

Even though he had been through a great enemy for a long time, Ebilong couldn't help but air conditioning.

"What kind of weapon is it? How can it be so sharp!" Ebilong shouted loudly in his heart!

How did the Han people have a head? The Regent has lost so much thoughts and has suffered frequent losses in weapons. Ebilong felt a little scared, but he knew that he could not retreat, so he hurriedly ordered.

"Everyone immediately divided into three teams and attacked Mingdog."

The cavalry attacked scatteredly. This is indeed a good idea, but Ebilong ignored one thing. That is, Zhou Yingjie also led the cavalry. Although the cavalry under Li Nian was not as sharp as the wing cavalry, they should not be underestimated.

Li Nian, who had been waiting for the fighter plane, saw the Tartars dispersed and rushed towards the Cheba camp. He couldn't help but sneer. With the firepower of the Cheba camp, many Tartars were killed. All he had to do was wait for the fighter plane.

The cruel battle became more and more intense. Li Nian saw the Tartars' big flag moving forward from afar, and he immediately raised the sword in his hand.

"Follow me!"

The cavalry rushed down from the hillside, and the small snowball rolled down to the top, rolling faster and bigger, and finally turned into an avalanche!

This is the cavalry's attack posture. The long cavalry rifle flashed with a breathtaking cold light. The surging mountain torrent was unstoppable. The Tatars were stepped by the cavalry before they could form a formation. The spear penetrated their bodies, and the iron hooves slashed their flesh and blood. The mantis arm was used to chariots, which was vulnerable. The entire right wing of the Tatars was attacked by fatal attacks, and more and more Tartars were crushed under the horse.

Ebilong was still commanding the attacking chariot formation, but suddenly seeing this scene was scared to death. He just thought that his firepower was not as good as An**. Now, he saw that he was not even the proud cavalry, and it was conceivable that he would ravage his heart.

Especially those Mongolian cavalry, they were used to being casual and could barely hold on to the sidelines, but facing a more brutal opponent, they quickly retreated.

The Mongolian cavalry fled in scattered and exposed the core Tartars.

"Kill, kill me!"

Li Nian excitedly swung his sword to charge, and at this time Zhou Yingjie also completely won the advantage. The Tartars around the car camp either died or ran away.

"Brothers, open the chains and kill the Tartars together!"

The shouts of killing were terrifying, the sounds of gunfire, the sounds of horse hooves, the sounds of killing, and the howls were intertwined.

Ebilong could not resist the charge at all, so he could only escape in a hurry. An** from behind pursued him tightly and bit him. Ebilong escaped for more than twenty miles before finally getting rid of the terrible pursuit. However, there were only a few people around him, so he could only apologize to Dorgon in dejectedly.

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"Hahaha, the prince is very happy, very happy!"

Wu Kaijie walked into Gu Zhenhua's military tent with a smile, and looked up suddenly. Gu Zhenhua stood in the middle of the tent with his hands behind his back, as if he was thinking about something.

"Prince, General Zhou has heard a good news. They have defeated the vanguard of the Tartars. It is expected that Dorgon's main force will arrive within two days. The decisive battle with the Tartars has finally arrived!"

Gu Zhenhua seemed to have not heard it, and Wu Kaijie could only wait foolishly. After a quarter of an hour, there was suddenly another sound of footsteps, and Fang Jianming walked in from outside.

"Old Wu is here too?"

Wu Kaijie smiled and said, "The prince must be waiting for you. If you have any questions, please tell me!"

"Well, Prince Qibing. Fan Keqin escaped!"

Hearing this, Gu Zhenhua finally turned around with a slight smile on his face.

"Hahaha. The internal troubles are gone, and I can finally give it a try with Dorgon." Gu Zhenhua smiled happily. Since the war started, his face has been unprecedentedly relaxed.

Wu Kaijie looked at Gu Zhenhua and couldn't help asking: "Prince, I really don't understand. Since you are so afraid of Fan Keqin and the others, why can't you kill them directly? Wouldn't it be even more straightforward!"

Gu Zhenhua shook his head slightly: "Is there too few people killed in this king? But the Donglin Party opposes me, and Ma Shiying and Ruan Dacheng also secretly oppose me. If there are a few more people, it is still the case. Killing can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause!"

"Prince, have you got a fundamental solution?" Wu Kaijie said excitedly.

"Hahaha. I think Kaifeng is performing a big show now, but unfortunately I can't see it with my own eyes."

Gu Zhenhua said it right, but the protagonist of this drama is the wives of the royal palace. Yu Suiran and the Tartars secretly communicated with each other and wanted to pull Fan Keqin to surrender to the Tartars, but there were signs of it. But Gu Zhenhua was restrained enough and kept not sending it out, and arranged the task of handling it to the wives.

On the night when Fan Keqin escaped, the lights were brightly lit in the palace. The Hong Madam rarely changed into a red military uniform and pressed a knife in her hand. Zhang Xianyun followed her closely.

Facing more than 2,000 soldiers, Hongniang said loudly: "Tell everyone a unfortunate news. The scum among the imperial guards, colluded with some ministers of the court, treasoned the country and surrendered to the enemy, and even launched a rebellion. Everyone said, can you agree?"

"No, no, no!"

"Okay, now everyone will follow me to the city. If anyone wants to rush into Kaifeng, they must step past our bodies first!"

The Hongniang led the men and horses and rushed out. In the back garden of the royal palace, Mei Jun sat generously on the main seat. There were twenty or thirty people in front of her, all of whom were the richest businessmen in the city.

"You all make money and are experts. I wonder what you think of the court?"

The sound like the clear spring in the empty mountains is crisp and pleasant, and it is very pleasant, but this question is hard to answer.

Wu Shouye took the lead and said: "Princess, according to the villain's opinion, we can operate business and double our value. It depends entirely on the prince's new policy. Whoever dares to oppose the prince is to oppose us is to oppose us and we must not agree!"

"It's right, we only follow the prince's leader!" Everyone else agreed.

Mei Junruo slowly stood up, took two steps, and then smiled and said, "Everyone, the prince wants to create a new era. Only in this new era can the wealth in your pocket be protected and your business can grow bigger and bigger. If the prince fails, you will inevitably be doomed!"

"The little people all understand, please tell me!"

"Yeah!" Mei Junruo nodded slowly: "Okay, Fan Keqin is the leader of the royalist party. As a result, the royalist party actually wants to surrender to the Tartars and took the opportunity to mess with Kaifeng. His heart is punishable. You immediately summon your own workers and staff to help maintain order, especially not to make the market chaotic, which will affect the prince leading troops in front of him. You are the only one who asks!"

"Don't worry, princess, let's make arrangements now!"

These merchants left in a hurry and vaguely heard waves of shouts of killing. Guns and cannons froze. Mei Junruo gently patted her chest and frowned.

"Ask this big thing, I'll just push it to a few women, prince, prince, I don't know what you're going to do!"

Mei Junruo tried not to think about the rest of the time, suddenly two beautiful women came from the corridor facing each other, namely Liu Rushi and Li Xiangjun.

Liu Rushi smiled first and said, "Sister, I just went to find Huang Zongxi and the others. When they heard that Fan Keqin surrendered to the enemy, they were all indignant. Without saying anything, they all told them to expose the crimes of these immortal scholars."

Mei Junruo said: "Sister Liu, you also know that the prince wants to take this opportunity to make a big fuss and completely eliminate the stumbling block of the old literati. It is a big deal!"

"Sister, don't worry, Huang Zongxi knows better than us. He said that Fan Keqin and his friends would surrender to the Tartars because they value Taoism more than the world. This Taoism is a trick for them to deceive themselves. After all, it is their greed for greed."
Chapter completed!