"Master, run, run!"

"Boom..."

Just when the front battlefield was in full swing, the hot air balloons obviously did not let go of the southeast. As several incendiary bombs poured down, the Southeast, which was the most stored and most abundant oil in Haicheng, turned into a sea of ​​fire in the blink of an eye.

Tan Bai had already rushed to the fourth inner city in the southeast direction at this time. When he saw this situation, he didn't have to say anything at all. A few confidant servants raised him and ran away.

"There is a big fish over there. Brothers, don't let him run away!"

"Haha, I'll keep my eyes open. Brothers, our chance to get promoted and make a fortune is here!"

But here, a model army team, fifty or sixty people, had already discovered Tan Bai's existence, and rushed towards them. He knocked down his slaves in the blink of an eye in the crisp bird gun.

Tan Bai and others were not as sharp as before when they entered the city? They didn't dare to fight at all. They just hated that their parents had fewer legs and tried their best to break out along the city wall.

Fortunately, Tan Bai did not rush to command the troops. His position was the best view, and he could also choose a better path to escape at this time.

Soon, they wiped the gaps in the sea of ​​fire, and their money whip, beards, and eyebrows were almost burned, and they rushed to the third city wall.

"Damn it, dogs run faster than rabbits!"

"Zhang Tou, you can't chase after it anymore. Let's see if there are any big fish inside!"

"Walk!"

When this model army team saw that there was no chance, no love for the fight, and quickly retreated and turned to find new goals.

Fortunately, Tan Bai was lucky this time, and Xu Changqing also retained it. He did not detonate all the "dirty land" in the southeast, but only detonated the inside of the city.

Soon, Tan Bai and his group escaped outside like a stray dog.

Here, I was cautious by nature and immediately found something wrong. Ebilong, who successfully retreated, hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Tan Bai, what's going on? What's going on inside?"

Tan Bai was completely stupid at this time, with no trace of his eyes anymore, as if he had lost his soul, muttering foolishly to himself.

"how so?"

"How could this happen?!!!"

"Xu Changqing, what kind of magic is this..."

Poor Tan Bai is a man in his forties. He is like walking on flat ground all his life, and he is knowledgeable. At this time, he racks his brains and can't find any method.

"Why!"

Seeing that he couldn't find anything, Ebilong couldn't help but sigh sadly, "It's not safe here, let's take a step back first and wait for the Regent's order!"

"twitter."

A group of Tan Bai's slaves hurriedly carried Tan Bai like a corpse and fled to the beach behind him.

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"Haha, dog Tartar, go to die!"

"Your mother's dog Tartars, are you not arrogant, you should dance for me again!"

"Fuck these dogs and Tartars to death, don't let the dog god run away..."

"Haha, this is my own, don't fight me!"

In the city, with several waves of established Qing troops being conquered by the main force of the model army, it had completely turned into a "cat and mouse game".

Countless True Manchus, Mongolian slaves, Han military flag slaves, no way to heaven, no door to earth, and run around like headless flies just to find a hiding place.

However, the men of the Model Army have been suppressed for a long time. How could they give them such a chance? They would be tyrannical and chasing them.

It is better to be brave enough to pursue the enemy, and not to seek fame and learn from the overlord!

Whether it is Xu Changqing or the children of the Model Army, they will never make such low-level mistakes!

Otherwise, once a Tartar really rushes into Haicheng District, it will be no joke. Inside, there are big guys' wives and children.

This is how it is performed in the play. If you catch the Tartars, you must die!

Only the dead Tartars are good Tartars!

On the high hot air balloon, seeing the overall situation settled, there was no fluctuation on Xu Changqingying's erect face. Everything was just expected.

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In 2019, the oilfield was one of the core reasons why I chose Haicheng as my foundation and as my foundation.

Therefore, over the years, Haicheng's fire prevention work has been the top priority, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is the best in the whole world at this time.

Dorgon suffered once the last time he invaded Haicheng, but he just didn't have a memory. What could Xu Changqing do?

I can only help but teach him how to be a human being.

In fact, even if the power of oil is not used, Xu Changqing has some way to teach Dorgon to be a human being.

Landmine warfare, tunnel warfare, including human, meat, bombs, etc., are all excellent weapons.

According to the current state of the Model Army, not to mention anything else, Xu Changqing could create thousands of people at any time, and he was a good man without regrets. He could also replace these real mankind cleanly.

The world's true nationalist awakening will be until the middle of the 20th century, and China's nationalist awakening will be very obvious at this time.

Unfortunately, all kinds of reasons have caused the consequences. In history, many Han heroes who dared to resist have already been sowed on the battlefield at this time...

This has to be said to be the tragedy of the Chinese nation...

What's even more regrettable is that the north direction is still not comprehensive enough, with many flaws, which has caused many Tartars to escape.

However, Xu Changqing was not upset.

It is a very difficult thing to kill all the people. Even the gods of Daluo cannot cover everything. If they leave some living mouths, they will spread their experiences in Haicheng, which will be more conducive to the spread of the influence of this battle.

While Xu Changqing was thinking, Bumu Butai also came back to his senses, but he still didn't dare to look at the tyrannical battlefield below, but looked at Xu Changqing's side face quietly.

Perhaps because of his fate, Bumu Butai suddenly realized that it would not be an unacceptable thing to be with Xu Changqing...

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The tyrannical battlefield did not gradually stop until noon.

Later, many real Manchus also discovered that the north was the road of life, and they all tried their best to break north. However, the model army was definitely not a vegetarian. They kept using their terrain advantages to surround the north to fight for help, which made it very few Qing troops who could escape in this battle.

At least most of them were left in this sea city.

Dorgon had retreated to a earthen fort seven or eight miles away from Haicheng, like a puppet, staring blankly at the prosperous fire that was still burning in Haicheng.

Even though the battle report has not been counted at this time, Dorgon had already figured it out in his heart. Not to mention the rest of this battle, just for the real Manchus, there will be at least more than 5,000 casualties. This is the most conservative estimate...

This is definitely the most painful casualties in the Qing Dynasty, and the most inexplicable, and the most surprising defeat that later generations learned...

"Brother, what should we do now..."

At this time, Duoduo no longer had his usual domineering and sharpness. Most of the money rat whip was burned, covered in dust, and no glossy appearance. It was no different from being poor.**. silk.

"what to do?"

Dorgon suddenly laughed and turned to Jirgalang, whose clothes were intact but had a dark face as if it was as dark as the bottom of a pot. "Prince Zheng, do you have any good plans?"

Jirgalang was also disgusting as if he had eaten Xiang at this time.

At this time, Xu Changqing defeated Dorgon's sharpness and prestige, but also the face of the entire Qing Dynasty.

Even this is not a matter of face, but it is directly related to the foundation of the Qing Dynasty...

After a moment, Jirgalang breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice: "Regent, Haicheng, the water is too deep, and it is really unwise to attack..."

Dorgon's face suddenly turned ferocious: "Since you can't attack forcefully, then surround me! I want to see, Xu Changqing can still become a spirit! I inform all the divisions that the people who died in battle today will be able to make up for them!"

"twitter!"

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However, what Dorgon said was pretty, but when the tribes were withdrawn, he simply comforted him and came to the tent with Jirgalang to discuss secretly.

"What?"

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You, do you want to negotiate peace?"

Although Jirgalang was prepared, he was shocked when he heard this from Dorgon.

Who would have thought that Dorgon would choose this path at this time...

Dorgon smiled bitterly: "Sixth brother, I'm not afraid that you will laugh at me. You can take a look at the latest battle report in the Northwest first..."

As he said that, he handed a battle report to Jirgalang.

Jiergalang hurriedly looked carefully, and his slightly soothing face was like the bottom of a pot again. He gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Pu in Datong is not worth worrying for the time being, but Li Zicheng must be punished as soon as possible! Otherwise, it will be a big trouble!"

Dorgon continued to smile bitterly: "Sixth brother, it's more than that. I just received the news that the thief Zhang Xianzhong has conquered Chengdu at this time..."

"this……"

Jirgalang's expression changed again, and he felt a little bad.
To be continued...