Inside the Qing army camp.

In the central army's tent, there was no third person except Turge and the Ilden brothers, and the two brothers gathered together to discuss the current dilemma.

Yes, Turger's dilemma.

Yanzhou cannot open up the situation, and Dai Jiaji's prospects are worrying. Today, Dai Jiaji's Zheng army's performance is better. Can it be better to attack and attack hard? Don't look at what Ilden said lightly just now, that's all fake. Therefore, Turger's future prospects are equally bad.

Abatai would not be so stupid that he took Turg immediately, who was Huang Taiji's confidant. But what about going back outside the pass?

In order to show his fairness, Huang Taiji would punish Turge for anything he said, and he would definitely not take any light action. It is not uncommon to cut off his posts for the people.

Although this was only short-lived, just like when he failed to dissuade Amin from giving up Yongping (the Qing army entered the Battle of the Second Year of Chongzhen), he was stripped of the rank of general by Huang Taiji, and he was removed from his position as general, and he was lifted up again within two years.

However, Turge was over thirty years old that day, and he was in his prime. Turge is nearly fifty years old now... and he has no time to squander.

"Zheng Zhilong is a tough guy. Those soldiers are like fools. They are not afraid of arrows falling on their heads, and they don't know how they were trained." Turge still remembers Zheng Jun's gunfire sound.

"Brother, look at the battle just now. People like Zheng Zhilong are hedgehogs. Such soldiers with sharp guns and cannons should be dug deep into trenches and siege them for a year or two, so that they have no food and firewood to take the initiative to jump out and die. How can they attack and attack? Rao Yubeile (Abatai) asked you to attack Dai Jiaji. It seems that there is nothing wrong, but you don't want to... be so unlucky."

Just as the combat effectiveness shown by Zheng's army in the battle just now, Turge really wanted to chew Dai Jiaji, the loss would be too great. Let's not talk about whether Zheng Zhilong could be killed, Turge's life would not be saved.

No one can survive if he damages so many Eight Banners Warriors.

In Yilden's eyes, Dai Jiaji was an iron-beaten hedgehog, full of thorns. If you want to swallow it, even if you are as strong as the Qing Dynasty, you will have to pay the price of bleeding.

"I was still vivid in the battle between Niuzhuang before, Tulai and the Ten Kings (Duoduo) were still alive, but I never thought that in the blink of an eye, I also fell into such a dilemma." Turge smiled bitterly.

It was a mule or a horse that led it out. How difficult it was to chew Zheng Zhilong? The battle before was clear. How did Turge fight? Can sneak attacks in the night really happen? A joke!

"My Bastard is envious of the sacred image now." After suffering a serious injury, he just stepped out of the front line and no longer had to toss and struggle in the mud pit of Dai Jiaji.

When Turge heard the news, he laughed at Yintu and had bad luck, but when he calmed down, he thought, how could he be bad luck? It was obvious that his luck was soaring.

"Why not have my starling hurt one time?" Ilden said in a low voice.

This matter was too dirty. Even though there was no third person in the tent, Ildon lowered his voice in a subtle way.

"I am the deputy commander of the army appointed by the emperor. In the battle of Yanzhou, I was injured. Can this whip escape from it?"

"It depends on whether Rao Yubeile can get a good idea at Dai Family Memorial. He has the idea of ​​killing Zheng Zhilong."

Yilden didn't care about Abatai's identity at all. Their family is Huang Taiji's direct descendant, but Abatai is the person Huang Taiji is trying to suppress. Otherwise, he would not have been a Baylor. How many of the three generations of the Aisin Gioro family are the princes and princes?

Turge pursed his lips and didn't speak for a long time. The atmosphere in the tent was low and low, just like the morale of the Qing army at this moment. "No, it's not that far." He still had some conspiracy in his mind, but he hadn't reached any solution.

However, after experiencing the previous offensive against Xinzhai, the morale of the Qing army was greatly reduced.

The Zheng army's guns and cannons were difficult to compete with their flesh and blood. But they did not have artillery. Many Tartars were all focused, but Turge found that it was not only because of their lack of artillery, but even the Zheng army had few red cannons.

"The heavy shield is not used properly, and ordinary shield cars are not used. Can the heavy shield cars be used after being increased?"

This is an opportunity!

In the afternoon, the Qing army oppressed a large number of people to Xinzhai to clean up the corpses. There were not many Tartars with their heads, and even the cotton armor on their bodies were stripped naked.

That night, the Qing army launched a night attack on the Nanying.

Although there is still a high possibility of being frustrated, if you don’t try it, how can you know Zheng Jun’s tricks in the night battle?

The effect was as expected, hitting blood. The defenders sometimes used fireworks as flares as flares, and the Qing army's attack was completely no longer sudden. Facing the defenders' high-level ready, it would be strange if the Qing army could do well.

Yes, there were no defenders in the night, and the village wall became the last line of defense. The village wall, which was ten to five feet high, was indeed a small dwarf, but each grenade gave the Qing army a bloody lesson.

"Retreat, withdraw..." The Tartar officer yelled wildly.

Compared with the muskets in soldiers' hands, the grenade is simple and fast to operate, and is a magic weapon to quickly solve troubles at night.

After dawn, all the bodies on the ground fell to death outside the walls of Nanying Village.

Li Shiyuan cut off a Tartar's head with his own hands. This was a Tartar who was still breathing. He was shot in the chest and fell into the wall of sheep and horses. Perhaps because another layer of corpse was covered on the top, he was lucky enough to live to this day.

He was not killed by guns or cannons, nor was he frozen to death by the severe cold at night. Then Li Shiyuan personally admired him for a knife!

Li Shiyuan was very happy to be able to cut off the head of a gasping Tartar, but he was confused when he saw the heads of the Tartars piled up in front of him. Why was it so easy for the Zheng army to kill the Tartars, but it was so difficult for other soldiers to be so difficult?

Since he led his army to join Zheng Zhilong in Qingzhou, he has not felt how wonderful Zheng's training was. However, the combat effect is as good as it is.

With these mysteries of Zheng’s army, can’t other troops learn?

Regardless of Li Shiyuan's confusion, the white money cannot be faked. The morale of the entire army has increased greatly.

The Qing army outside was silent for two days.

Two days later, it seemed that he had recovered again. The Qing Tartars drove away a large number of Han people, logged wood and demolished houses, and built large shield trucks with logs and beams as thick as thighs.

Zheng Zhilong could clearly see on the watchtower that the Tartars were loading bags of soil and sand behind the big shield truck, and then pouring them with water.

Such shield chariots, let alone use large turtle-dove-footed guns, can only be knocked down, rather than completely destroyed. "If the Tartars built enough large shield chariots and piled up one by one, do you think this battle would be easy?"

The three consecutive games of the Tartars made the Zheng army feel a little proud. Because the victory was so easy, no one cherished it. It felt like the Tartars had fallen before they could exert their strength.

Zheng Zhilong asked the generals now, and only changed his face when the latter asked.

Li Shiyuan was soaked with cold water. If the Tartars had enough shield chariots piled up, they didn't have to take advantage of the night. There were no red barbarian cannons in the south camp, and the small cannons such as tiger squat cannons and the bullets of the big turtledove-legged guns could not beat the Tartars' large shield chariots.

Then wouldn’t the Tartars easily be able to push them closer?

At that time, the Tartars fired arrows within thirty or fifty steps, and their accurate head would be much more powerful than the muskets on the city. Li Shiyuan immediately thought of the consequences...

Zheng Zhilong felt worried. The attack launched by the Qing army before was quite strong, and he never gave up after defeat. Now he has created this modified shield car. Are you planning to eat yourself?

How much casualties can they bear? How dare they have such a plan?

He was still nervous now, and his subordinates wanted to be squinted, so how could he do it!
Chapter completed!