The city walls of Qingchun Gate were filled with gravel and sand.

One by one, the human body was blown into the sky and then fell heavily. A few of them flew out and fell outside the city wall.

The Ming army soldiers suddenly suffered a drastic change, and were as chaotic as a group of headless flies running around.

They had no response to shelling.

Anyway, some of the Ming army were veterans, but some were good at avoiding artillery. They dragged the sandbags piled on the city wall into a place, piled them up, formed holes, and then hid inside.

But such veterans are a minority after all, and their holes have become the most fiercely scramble for the rioters.

In an instant, the rioters began to draw their swords towards each other.

The Tartars' shelling continued infinitely, and Wu Zheng could not react at all for a moment.

I could only stare at the chaos, and I already had the awareness of accepting defeat in my heart.

Wu Zheng thought of retreating and retreated to Shaoxing Prefecture.

....

Five miles away, on the temporary high platform, Duoduo, whose left calf was tied into a pillar.

He looked at the smoke columns that exploded on the city gate in a daze.

For him, this is the most beautiful fireworks.

What he wanted was not only victory, but to take advantage of this battle to defeat Wu Zheng, defeat the hope of the Ming people in Hangzhou, and completely defeat the resistance of the small court of Shaoxing Prefecture.

Boluo no longer commanded the Qing army along the way, but has been with Duoduo.

Duoduo is disabled and needs an assistant around him.

Boro lowered the shiny monocular, "Prince, the Ming army is in chaos on the city wall, it is time to order the siege."

Indeed, the most important thing to do at this time is to take advantage of the chaos of the Ming army and order a strong attack.

But after hearing Boro's words, Duoduo did not respond at all.

Boro had to repeat it again.

Duoduo responded this time, and pointed to the city wall and said, "How long do you think the Southern Barbarian Army can last?"

"This... shouldn't last for half an hour."

"Since that's the case, why should we attack the city? When the Southern Barbarian collapses, he will naturally open the city gate to surrender to me. Why should I sacrifice my son's life?"

Boluo thought about it and said that today's victory was like three fingers to catch the snails. It was easy to capture, so there was no need to let the Eight Banners soldiers rush to kill them.

"I actually don't like to kill people, but today is different. I want to massacre the city." Duoduo said lightly, as if he was not talking about life and death. "After entering the city, I will pass on the orders that no male person will be left except for women."

"yes."

....

Chen Shoujie, who was anxious, crawled in front of Wu Zheng and shouted loudly: "Mr. Wu, order to hide quickly."

Wu Zheng smiled bitterly and pointed at the rioters who had become a pot of congee, and replied loudly: "Do you think my official's words are useful?"

Chen Shoujie shouted: "Kill, kill someone!"

When Wu Zheng heard that the spirit platform was clear, he stood up and drew his sword to chop down a riot who was rushing to his side.

He shouted: "I will pass on the order of my official, and those who dare to run around will be killed on the spot."

So, Chi Erhan and other hundreds of households, the general flags rose up when they heard the sound, and all drew their swords and slashed at the riots.

More than a dozen heads fell to the ground, and the chaos cleared instantly.

The soldiers gradually calmed down, and suddenly they found that even if they stood still, the shells could not land on their heads.

Even though human bodies were still constantly blown into the air by shells, I was still alive.

With this discovery, the soldiers were no longer panicked.

Under the veteran's kicking hands, he began to complete the team in an orderly manner and construct a bunker.

Wu Zheng let out a big sigh, but in fact the Tartars' artillery fire was not dense.

This panic comes from being caught off guard.

Looking back at Chen Shoujie, Wu Zheng yelled with his thumbs up: "Today, I will remember your first contribution."

Chen Qicai pulled Wu Zheng down and squatted down, "Be careful, sir."

Wu Zheng patted his shoulder, then shouted loudly to Chen Shoujie: "Can your artillery battalion open fire to suppress the enemy?"

Chen Shoujie came forward, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Sir, these cannons are small cannons with a range of less than a thousand pounds. The farthest range is only two cities. After two miles, only God knows where the shells fly."

Wu Zheng looked back at the enemy outside the city in depressedly and asked, "What kind of cannon did the Tartars use? Why are they so far?"

Chen Shoujie said with a strange expression: "The red-clothed cannon with a range of at least 2,000 kilograms is four or five miles. It is probably the shore defense cannon seized by the Tartars by several Davids along the coast."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Shoujie shouted, "Let's go down."

His son Chen Qicai quickly overwhelmed Wu Zheng.

With a "boom", Wu Zheng felt a slight tremor, and then countless gravel fell down like raindrops.

Wu Zheng's ears were buzzing.

When he raised his head, he saw the Chen father and son spitting out the sand in his mouth.

"Chen Shoujie, you are amazing!" Wu Zheng said with a thumbs up, "Can you hear the shells coming towards me?"

Chen Shoujie replied: "If you have been bombarded for a long time, you can still hear it."

"Bah!" Wu Zheng spat, "I would rather not hear it. By the way, how did you know that the artillery was the Ming army artillery seized by the Tartars?"

"Sir, listen attentively. Most of the cannons cast by the Ming Dynasty were copper-body iron cores, with hard iron chambers, and the sound of the cannons was full of sounds. Instead, the Tartar cannons were mostly made of copper, and the sound of the cannons was transparent."

Wu Zheng really listened, but he didn't hear anything.

So he waved his hand and said, "Then do you have any good plans now? You can't let the soldiers stay like this, right?"

Chen Shoujie smiled instead, and said, "Don't worry, sir. I have heard of it. The Tartar artillery will not exceed ten at most. I guess I will only have eight cannons. Now I have been bombarded for seven or eight rounds. After a few more and four rounds, I will stop."

“Why are you so sure?”

"I just said that the Ming Dynasty lacked copper, and most of the cannons cast were copper-body iron cores. The iron chamber cannons should not be too long. Generally, after ten to twelve rounds of cannons, they must be stopped, otherwise the chamber will easily explode. Moreover, the Tartars used flowering bullets in these rounds of cannons, and they thought they were ready to attack."

Wu Zheng understood this truth. When the infantry began to attack the city, the artillery fire naturally stopped, otherwise wouldn’t even be blown up by his own people?

Wu Zheng was relieved by Chen Shoujie's words.

After glanced at the city wall, the chaos had been calmed down under the suppression of Chi Erhan and others.

The casualties are actually not large, no more than a hundred people.

Chen Shoujie said: "Sir, when the Tartars attack the city later, will they enter two miles away? Will their subordinates order the artillery battalion to fire artillery to block the enemy?"

Wu Zheng shook his head and said, "You father and son are on the city and under the city. According to the original strategy, follow the orders of this official."

"yes."
Chapter completed!