Yang Feng opened his eyes and shook his head, which was a little dizzy, only then he realized that he was still on the battlefield.

"Your Majesty, you are awake!"

Liang Cheng said in surprise.

He looked wounded, with blood on his shoulders, kneeling beside a fallen horse. Around them were countless Jinyiwei cavalry in bloody battles. The Ming cavalry behind him were also constantly moving forward, forming a bloody defense line to firmly block the Qing army that was attacking madly. The latter was indeed crazy, and the cavalry even fought into infantry wars. Because it was too dense, the cavalry behind could not move forward, so he simply dismounted and rushed forward with his spear.

And the same is true for the Ming army.

The water of Xiaoling River next to it was completely stained with blood. The dense corpses were soaked in it and floated downwards, and more corpses were constantly squeezed into the river.

Yang Feng took a deep breath.

He immediately confirmed that all the wounds on his body had been repaired, and then moved a little, confirming that he had some combat power, but it would definitely not last long. After all, he was exploded by four bombs at close range. Xiaoqian had reported the energy of the explosion to him, which was about 40 kilograms of gunpowder, which means that each person was tied with a gunpowder pack containing ten kilograms of gunpowder. If these gunpowder exploded at the same time, that distance would definitely cost him his life easily. Fortunately, they could not do this due to the fuse problem. The four gunpowder packs were exploded at a distance, and there was only one closest to him, and they were pressed down by the war horse during the explosion. The horse's body absorbed a large part of the energy. As for the fragments created by the explosion, they were basically blocked by stainless steel breastplate.

The end result was that he was covered in bruises.

But there was no fatal injury.

Then Yang Feng pushed Liang Cheng away with an angry expression, then picked up the legs of the war horse on the ground, picked it up like a pocket, and suddenly roared forward and threw it out. The hundreds of pounds of war horses flew out more than 20 meters and hit the Qing army opposite. The Qing army, who were attacking like crazy, were all stunned in an instant, staring at the war horses falling from the sky in a daze. At the same time, the Jinyiwei and Ming cavalry who understood the meaning suddenly burst into countless cheers.

Their emperor is fine!

And he is as lively as before!

Then the next moment, the Qing army collapsed.

The reason for their crazy attack was that they knew that the dog emperor was seriously injured and had no idea of ​​life and death. Then they naturally took advantage of his illness to kill him to solve the monster that caused too much harm to them and avenge the relatives who died at his hands. However, when they saw that this was not serious injury, it was completely unscathed! The four dead soldiers tied up forty kilograms of gunpowder but had not killed the monster. The instant hope was shattered and collapsed was inevitable. Less than four thousand Qing left the sheep immediately. Under the transmission of fear, everyone fled north regardless of everything.

After a little pursuit, the Ming army withdrew its troops.

They also suffered great losses in this battle.

The Jinyiwei's heavy cavalry died in battle for more than 100 times, and even the total number of injuries was reduced by almost half, and the two thousand cavalrymen who participated in the battle also suffered more than one-third of the casualties. In fact, the actual casualties were only slightly less than those of the Qing army. Fortunately, except for those seriously injured, most of the wounded soldiers could be cured, so the number of those who died in battle was less than half of the Qing army.

After all, the number of deaths in the Qing army had to be added to the wounded people they abandoned.

The wounded were then dragged to the city of Jinzhou, and then they were chopped off their heads in the sight of the defenders who were still fighting hard. The defeat of reinforcements completely destroyed the will of the Qing army to defend the city. In addition, Tong Tulai had no effective command when he was killed in the battle. Just when the remaining Qing army in the street fighting that night, they rushed to the blockade of the Ming army and fled out of Jinzhou. In the early morning of the next day, the city that had been occupied for four years completely returned to the hands of the Ming army, and Yang Feng finally opened the gate to the northeast.

In this battle, the Ming army annihilated 10,000 officers and soldiers of the Qing army, including a county prince and a Gushan flag of the Qing army, including a county prince and a Gushan flag of the Zhenglan and the Inlain Lan. These two flags that have suffered almost no casualties since the Battle of Ningyuan were finally the same as other flags. It is estimated that this is good news for Dorgon. After all, his two white flags suffered too much during this period, and everyone has evened him and he doesn't have to worry about someone inside him.

Especially Zhenglanqi suffered extremely heavy losses this time.

Haoge, who had just recovered his title, was hit hard. He lost nearly half of his army in Jinzhou. I guess he should cry if he knew the news. This was entirely caused by Dorgon. I think his hatred for his uncle should be deeper.

"Is this the Tartars' artillery factory?"

In a large factory in Jinzhou, Yang Feng stood in front of several semi-finished cannons, looked at the trembling attacks in front of him, and said with interest.

Another important gain of this battle was this artillery factory. This is the largest and probably the only artillery factory in the Qing army at present. The large number of craftsmen here were not sent away. Tong Tulai did not expect that Jinzhou would fall so soon, and these people had to continue to cast cannons for him to defend the city. As for the Qing army, they could not care about so many. Although some craftsmen followed, more than 300 people still failed and were directly captured by the Ming army.

"Your Majesty, what should you do with these people?"

Tang Yu asked.

Yang Feng looked at an old man in the leadership and said, "As the people of the Ming Dynasty, these people made cannons for the Tartars to deal with the court, which is considered a rebel, and they are indeed unsuccessful."

"Long live, Caomin is forced. Caomin is from Shandong and was captured by Kong Youde. The whole family is arrested. If you don't make cannons for the Tartars, you will be beheaded. Caomin has no choice. Please beg your Majesty for your kindness!"

The old man lay on the ground and cried.

Then the other craftsmen and their families all knelt there and cried and begged.

"This is indeed understandable."

Yang Feng nodded and said.

"But you can't be punished. After all, you killed many soldiers from the court without punishing the cannons you made for the Tartars. I'm sorry for their spirits in heaven. If this is the case, just make meritorious. I need a large siege cannon. If you can cast it for me, I will pardon you, and I will also give you rewards, cancel your craftsmanship, and even allow your descendants to study and become officials and rely on imperial examinations. But if you can't, don't blame me for being rude."

Yang Feng said.

"How big cannon does Your Majesty want to build?"

The old man asked carefully.

"How old..."

Yang Feng pondered for a moment, suddenly bent down and picked up a small mill next to him and said, "The muzzle is as big as this mill."

"Well?"

The old man almost fainted.

The mill is a gunpowder crusher, and they also produce gunpowder and shells. Although they are not the kind of big mill that crushes grain, it weighs more than 200 pounds, just like a small water tank. If the muzzle is so big, it can penetrate an adult. The red cannons they made before can be easily stuffed into. This is a terrible job!

"What, can't you create it?"

Yang Feng said with a deep face.

"No, no, Your Majesty, as long as there is copper, the grass people can make it."

The old man gritted his teeth and said.

This has to be made even if it can’t be made!

"No problem, I'll ask someone to give you a batch of copper. In addition, I will also ask some craftsmen to work with you, and also give you some machinery. In short, this cannon must be able to be loaded into this mill, and its range must be greater than that of the Red Cannon. The shells can be made without iron or lead, just grinding a ball with granite. After all, iron is still too expensive."

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

He has traveled through time, especially in an era of advocating cannons. It is hard to feel at ease if he doesn't build a few giant cannons. Although the Urban cannon is exaggerated, it is still okay to build a few small ones. The Urban cannon shells are more than 1,000 kilograms, and he is still okay to build a granite shell with more than 200 kilograms.

Just use granite shells.

The cost is too high when using pig iron. After all, the current iron smelting furnace will be eliminated with just one shot. However, it doesn’t matter if the stonemason grinds grinding granite balls.

Moreover, this kind of cannon does not exceed the technical level of the craftsmen of this era. The only problem is the material of bronze, but this is nothing more than modern refined copper and tin smelting at the best ratio. The performance of bronze will definitely be several streets higher than that of the Urban cannon. As for the rest, the cannon is too heavy and has poor mobility, but his cannon will definitely not reach such a terrifying weight of more than ten tons. If it weighs seven or eight tons, there will be no problem in Liaodong.

Just open Niuzhuang and transport it into Hunhe by boat.

Uh! He built it to bombard the Shenyang city walls.

Imagine a scene where more than a dozen such giant cannons were blocking outside Shenyang City, bombarding the city walls constantly. Occasionally, shells were shot high and roaring into the city and hitting the heads of the Eight Banners princes like meteorites. He also felt a little excited. Such a grand scene was undoubtedly very spectacular.

"Your Majesty, how do you deal with the heads of those Tartars?"

At this time, Cao Youyi came over and asked.

His Majesty the Emperor has the habit of piled up Tartar heads, which are all his old habits. But this is not the time to guard Ningyuan. Spring was just beginning at that time, but now it is early summer. No matter where the thing is piled up, it is very troublesome. It may even cause plagues when it continues to hang on the city wall. This war has more than 10,000 Qing troops were killed, and the dead bodies were blocked from the lower reaches of Xiaoling River. People even had to send people to clean up, but he did not issue an order to issue an order for more than 10,000 heads.

"It goes without saying that I will take it to Songshan to Duijingguan to pay homage to the dead soldiers and civilians!"

Yang Feng said.

"Also, I marinated Abatai and Bahana's heads with lime, and then spread them to all places. In the future, all the wild boar skins and the same tribe will be treated in this way!"
Chapter completed!