. "It's going to rain, it's going to rain. (Providing the latest chapter reading>" Not only Suksakha, but also Dodo, Luke Dehun and others were all ecstatic.

In their perception, heavy rain is the biggest enemy of firearms. Although rain also causes difficulty in attack and bowstrings are also difficult to use after being exposed to rain, as long as the Ming army's firearms cannot function, the current war will soon reverse.

This fanaticism also spread to the Qing army, who was attacking on the front line. Seeing the dark clouds rolling in the sky and feeling the coolness of the breeze blowing across their faces, the Qing army cheered like they had won a battle. However, they did not convert this fanaticism to the attack, but retreated slightly and avoided the Ming army's firepower like heavy rain. They all wanted to wait, waiting for the moment when the heavy rain was pouring and the Ming arms failed.

On the river bank about ten miles behind the Qing army, countless flags were rushing, and a large army of several miles long stood quietly. A general in front of him, wearing a golden helmet and a big red python robe, looked up at the sky and murmured, "It's going to rain heavily."

"Master, what should I do? Should I attack the Tartars now?" asked a general who was about forty years old, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist and an iron tower.

The man in a big red python robe was Huang Degong, the Duke of Jingguo who rushed over from Xuzhou. The other was Yin Hongsheng. Their left and right Li Chengdong, Li Benshen, He Gang and others were also among them. The main force who came from Xuzhou arrived in Huai'an three days ago. It took another two days to finally arrive not far from the battlefield.

From here you can clearly hear the sound from the battlefield ahead. The sound of Ming army musket shooting sounded like fried beans. After Huang Degong arrived yesterday, he made a quick judgment. Although the Qing army was in a hurry to attack, he had no choice but to the guards led by the emperor for the time being.

If it were another person, and when he heard that the emperor was surrounded, he would definitely rescue the siege as quickly as possible. However, Huang Degong did not immediately put his troops into the attack on the Qing army, but instead blocked the battlefield. He intercepted all the scouts who occasionally came over the Qing army and guarded the Qing army for a day.

"Tell the entire army to move forward in small steps, and wait until the rain starts, and then attack with all your strength!"

"Yes!" Tens of thousands of Ming troops moved suddenly, and it was darker at this time. The wind was louder, and it seemed that it would rain heavily in the sky at any time. The sound of sand and stones blowing on the strong wind completely covered up the footsteps of the Ming army's march.

"Hurry, hurry up!" On the hill of Matouzhuang, a group of Ming troops were jogging up the hill. The Ming troops were already covered with straw raincoats. The Qing army only knew that the muskets could not be used when it rained. However, they did not know that the Ming army's flints were not in the line. Although the rain would affect the speed of the flints firing, as long as the barrel and gunpowder were not wet when loading the medicine, there would be no problem with the firing of the flints firing. The time delayed the medicine could be compensated by the time the opponent was slow to move because of the rain. Instead, the Qing army lost the weapon of bows and arrows.

Taking advantage of the gap between the Qing army's attack because it was raining. The Ming army was hurrying to replace the flint-rope gun in front with a flint-rope gun. These flint-rope players were also holding their anger in their hearts. They were holding the most advanced firearms in the Ming Dynasty. However, except for using them to deal with the Tartars on the first day, they had been hiding behind these days. Now it was finally their turn to play again.

Seeing the Ming army mobilization, the Qing army was more confident at the foot of the mountain. Seeing that it was going to rain, the Ming army was already panicked. Instead of stepping up the attack, the Qing army retreated beyond the range of the Ming army.

"Emperor, it's going to rain soon. Please retreat to the village." Under the yellow umbrella, Yan Yingyuan, Sun Kexian, Wang Gongluo and others were all advising the emperor hard.

"Why? Are you not sure to block the attack of the Tartars?"

"Emperor, with ten thousand spearmen, the Tartars can't even jump into the thunder pool. Besides, there are flints. The emperor rest assured. Today, Matouzhuang is the place where all the Tartars are buried." Yan Yingyuan replied.

Wang Fu smiled casually: "Since that's the case, what are you afraid of? I will be on the mountain and see with my own eyes how you all defeat the Tartars?"

Yan Yingyuan and others were speechless for a moment. They were not afraid of being unable to protect the emperor's safety, but the power of heaven and earth was not something that humans could resist. If the emperor had any accidents in the heavy rain, they would not be worth the loss even if they defeated the Tartars. But this was not easy to say. Is it because they were worried that the emperor would be struck by lightning? This is not obvious that the emperor would be punished by the emperor's anger and resentment from the heavens.

If it was summer, Wang Fu would not dare to stay on the mountain. It was winter now, even if it was raining, it would rarely thunder. Otherwise, the ancients would not have sweared to swear by the waves of winter thunder. In the past six months, Wang Fu has been living under the strong pressure of the Qing army going south. He has worked hard every day. It was about to come to the end, so how could Wang Fu be willing to hide behind? Moreover, these days, Wang Fu stood on the top of the mountain every day to inspire the Yulin Guard to fight. The Yulin Guard was also used to the emperor behind them. If Wang Fu suddenly withdrew, it would cause the Yulin Guard's unhappiness to be unhappy.

When Yan Yingyuan and others were still trying to persuade him, a drop of rain fell, hitting the dry soil, splashing a small nest on the ground, and then raindrops fell on everyone's faces.

Wang Fu walked out from under the yellow umbrella and said proudly: "Get a straw raincoat!"

"Yes!" The two guards quickly put on a straw raincoat for the emperor.

The wind and sand were passing by the stones, the dragon flags flying high were rushing, and the raindrops turned into raindrops, and it quickly merged into a trickle of water when it fell on the ground. The Manchu and Mongolian army at the foot of the mountain cheered like a shocking sound. Yan Yingyuan and others looked at each other helplessly and had to retreat to the command post in front.

"Attack! Attack and capture the Ming Dynasty emperor alive." With any rain gear, the Manchu and Mongolian coalition forces who could only let the rain hit the body did not feel any cold. Instead, their hearts were hot. The Ming army's firearms were already finished. As long as they rushed forward, the Ming army would be defeated everywhere and let them kill them. At that time, they could seize the Ming army's rain gear and food, hide in the big house behind to set up a fire, and roast cattle and sheep comfortably.

Oboi, Tan Tai, Ye Chen, Ta Zhan and other important officials rushed to the front. Although they were in high positions, they were not all nobles. Their official positions were all achieved step by step with their own swords and arrows. They were all brave generals of the three armies, and Oboi was even known as the number one warrior in Manchuria.

A few days ago, because the Ming army's firearms were too powerful, they had no way to swing their bravery, so they could only hide behind to command, and they had to always worry about the Ming army's sniping. Now that it is raining, they naturally have to rush to the front line to inspire morale.

The mountain road was slippery after the rain. Ye Chen was old and actually slipped and fell to the ground. Goshha beside him was shocked and quickly pulled Ye Chen up. At this time, Ye Chen was covered with all kinds of mud and blood, and he looked very embarrassed. As soon as he stood firm, Ye Chen pushed Goshha who was holding him away: "Don't worry about me! Bounce! Go forward!"

Most of the escorted materials were destroyed. Although Ye Chen was not very blamed, he felt deeply guilty in his heart. If the food and supplies had not been lost, the army would not have to attack so hard, especially those cannons, who had worked hard to transport them but became waste because of the lack of gunpowder. If he had not wanted to defeat the Ming army and atone for his sins, Ye Chen would have committed suicide in shame.

Ye Chen fell to the ground while rushing, but everyone didn't care. They immediately got up again and shouted frantically: "Come on! Go up and kill Guangming Dog."

Looking at the Qing army rushing up like an ant, Yu Linwei, who was wearing a raincoat on his body, was motionless, with a hint of ridicule on the corner of his mouth, raised the barrel in his hand, and placed the barrel obliquely, allowing the rain to slash on the gun body.

The Qing army who rushed to the front thought that the Ming army on the mountain had already panicked, but they didn't expect that they were still standing there neatly, holding a fire stick-like musket in their hands. They were shocked and were overjoyed. Could it be that these Ming army had been crazy? Occasionally, some people felt that it was inappropriate, but they could not turn back, so they had to rush forward.

"Shoot!" A official soldier in front slashed the raised long sword with force.

"Crash." The rain became heavier.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The gunshots sounded, mixed in the heavy rain, as if thunders blew up the leader of the Qing army. The Qing army in the front row tried hard to open their eyes and looked at the smoke in front of them in confusion. They couldn't tell whether it was gunshot or thunder. They just felt a pain in their chest, and then they rushed to the ground.

"Impossible, Impossible." Hearing the gunshots, Duoduo muttered to himself below, his face pale. Suksaha and others were also as if they were mourning Kaoyi, staring blankly at the hillside under the rain curtain ahead. There, the Manchu and Mongolian coalition forces were still crowded with the Manchu-Mongolia coalition forces rushing up. They thought that they would win only by rushing up, but they knew that it was a way out.

Not to mention that Duoduo and others behind did not believe it, even Tan Tai and others who were rushing in front did not believe it. There was still Goshha in front of them, and the first round of shooting did not hit them. Seeing Goshha in front of him fell softly, Tan Tai did not retreat, he exclaimed loudly: "The Ming Dogs' firearms are not good, kill them!"

As it turned out, Tan Tai's words were wrong. The second round of gunfire of Ming Jun rang out quickly, and there was another loud noise of "Bang! Bang! Bang!". Tan Tai only felt something hitting his chest hard. He looked down and saw several blood holes in his chest and abdomen. He even saw the white muscles rolling in the **, and then blood flowed out, mixing the rain outside to the ground.

With a bang, the long sword in Tan Tai's hand fell to the ground, and his body softened. He fell to the ground. He saw his terrified eyes and their lips opened loudly. Unfortunately, he could not hear anything in his ears. He fell to the ground with a snap. The soil and blood on the ground splashed, splashing his face everywhere, and it was soon impossible to see his face. Facing the powerful firearms of the Ming army, no matter how brave you are, you will still be like slaughtering a pig or a dog.
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