Zhao Deyu, who was appointed by Zhu Zhongzhi as the magistrate of Lingqiu County, thought he could not do it without caring about the life and death of the people. He killed all the people who were driven by the Tatars to attack the city.

However, there are only two ways before Zhao Deyu.

Either let the young men of Lingqiu cooperate with the garrison of Qianhu Yang Xianghui and kill all the people who were driven by the Tatars to attack the city, or open the city and surrender and watch Lingqiu fall.

Apart from this, there is almost no third way to go.

When the Tatar officers and soldiers under the city began to drive the people towards the city wall, Zhao Deyu secretly clenched the hand knife in his sleeve, his face was gloomy and scary, but his tone was filled with relief and unwillingness: "If, I mean if, what if?

Lingqiu can no longer be defended, Yang Qianhu... When that time comes, please ask Yang Qianhu to take away as many of Lingqiu's soldiers, horses and young men as possible to avoid falling into the hands of the Tatars."

Yang Xianghui, who was stationed at Qianhu in Lingqiu, also looked extremely ugly. Hearing this, he just snorted coldly and said: "Let's go? Where can we go? They have built 20,000 slaves and cavalry. Just with our two legs, how can we still think about it?"

Can you outrun someone with four legs?"

Speaking of this, Yang Xianghui couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the young people above Lingqiu County and the houses in the city. After taking a deep breath, he said: "Don't think about what is there and what is not. I know what to do."

Guard Lingqiu."

Zhao Deyu opened his mouth and wanted to say something to stop Yang Xianghui, but in the end he couldn't say a word.

Telling Yang Xianghui not to massacre the people who were driven to attack the city? That would be to disregard the safety of the entire Lingqiu and the people of Lingqiu. The lesson learned by the small court of the Southern Ming Dynasty is not far away.

Let Yang Xianghui lead the people to run away quickly? As Yang Xianghui said, a person with two legs cannot run as well as a person with four legs. Even if more people run out now, they will inevitably be chased and killed by Tatar officers and soldiers.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Deyu could only sigh helplessly, once again grasped the hand-relieving knife hidden in his sleeve, and said to Yang Xianghui: "I will arrange for someone to boil the golden juice."

Yang Xianghui hummed, but turned around and ordered to the soldiers beside him: "If nothing can be done, destroy all the artillery on the top of the city and the firecrackers in your hands immediately, so that they cannot fall into the hands of the Tatars.

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Unlike Qian Deaf old dog who was sitting in the imperial sedan chair and being served by palace maids and eunuchs, the little wild boar skin Aixinjueluo Yongyan was not sitting in the sedan chair, but was wearing a bright yellow satin embroidered with colorful clouds and golden dragons.

pattern, below is the pattern of sea water and river cliffs, and the armor is lined with moon-white silk.

This set of armor was given by Qian Deaf Old Dog. It is almost exactly the same as the armor worn by Qian Deaf Old Dog when he reviewed the Eight Banners soldiers and horses. The only difference is that the little wild boar skin is wearing a four-clawed golden dragon, which Qian Deaf Old Dog wore.

Wearing a five-clawed golden dragon.

Little Boar Skin Aixinjueluo Yongyan sat on the horse with satisfaction. Half a horse's head behind him on the left was the little eunuch Shuang Xi'er who had been with Little Boar Skin since he was a child. Half a horse's head behind him on the right was Shuang Xi'er.

The leader of the army was Batulu Eldenbao.

It was also the first time that Eldenbao saw a small wild boar skin wearing this armor.

The meaning of Little Boar Skin being able to obtain such a set of armor given by the emperor is already obvious.

When he thought about the meaning behind this suit of armor, Eldenbao couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

Apart from anything else, at least he, the leader of the army, Baturu, had followed his master to suppress the bandits. The road ahead could not be said to be smooth sailing, but at least it would be much easier than others.

Eldenbao felt hot in his heart and quietly took a look at the armor on the little wild boar skin. He respectfully raised his hands and asked, "Master, do you want to attack now?"

The little boar skin raised his head and glanced at the head of Lingqiu City with the red flag flying, and said with a hum, "You are the leader of the army, Batulu, you can do whatever you want."

When the little boar skin said this, Eldenbao responded with a hush, and then ordered the soldiers: "Beat the drum! March in!"

Following Eldenbao's order, the dull sound of horns began to whine, and the war drums were also beaten.

However, the sound of drums and horns that sounded so wonderful to Little Boar Skin and Eldenbao fell to the ears of the people below the city and Zhao Deyu and others on top of the city, but it was no different than a demonic sound that urged people to die.

Seeing the people below the city being driven forward, with Little Boar Skin and Eldenbao's Mite State infantry following closely behind, Yang Xianghui couldn't help but clenched his fist and punched the city wall, cursing: "If I

With three thousand cavalry in hand, these Tatars will not be so reckless!"

In fact, Yang Xianghui himself also knew that the entire Lingqiu City only had a few bad horses used to pull goods, but there was not a single war horse that could actually ride on the battlefield, let alone Lingqiu City.

The cavalry, even with war horses, can still be controlled by humans.

This is just to vent the anger in my heart.

After scolding, seeing the people below the city getting closer and closer to the city wall, and the Tatar infantry in the distance were already ready to fire arrows, Zhao Xianghui could only sigh and steeled himself.

He shouted: "Raise your shield! Prepare your artillery! Fire!"

Zhao Deyu also knew that now was not the time to be soft-hearted, so he could only hold back the grief in his heart while telling the young men: "Prepare the golden juice!"

As soon as Zhao Deyu finished speaking, the cannon above his head had already fired.

boom!

boom!

Continuous explosions sounded. Zhao Deyu first looked at the artillery not far away with a confused look, and then looked at the Tatar officers and soldiers along the direction of the barrel.

What Zhao Deyu and Yang Xianghui never expected was that the Manchurian infantrymen who were driving the people towards the city wall at the bottom of the city turned around and ran back as soon as the artillery sounded, and the Tatar cavalry in the distance even more so.

After being coaxed away, not only did no one pay attention to the poor people under their care, not even the Mite State Infantry Armor!

After this chaos occurred, the people who were guarded by the Tatar cavalry immediately ran towards the city wall in a swarm. Some of the people who were driven to attack the city turned around and ran with the Mite Island Carabid Armor.

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It was obvious that the Tatars had indeed allowed the Mite Island Cavalry to blend into the people who were being driven to attack the city. However, after the sound of cannon fire, these Eight Banners men who were greedy for life and feared death immediately chose to run away.

Gu/span Zhao Deyu looked at the city with a confused look, and then looked at Yang Xianghui with a confused look.

This is my Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty?

I heard that the fifteenth prince of the Tatar court was leading the army this time, plus one and Longbatulu?

That's it?

Is this Batulu, whom the Tatars claim to be as brave as Batu of the Yuan Dynasty?

If the ruthless people who were named Batu in the Yuan Dynasty knew about this, they would probably be so angry that they would come to life and strangle the Tatar Batulu to death and then die again, right?

Just when Zhao Deyu looked confused, Yang Xianghui was not confused, but shouted excitedly: "Quick! Then blow it up for me! Blow up those dogs!"

Yang Xianghui knew that today's battle was certain to be won, because the Tatars under the city were obviously frightened by the artillery and blew up the camp!

Yang Xianghui couldn't help but grabbed Zhao Deyu and shouted excitedly: "Your Majesty is wise, Your Majesty is wise! We were able to defeat Dazi this time only because of the artillery and explosive shells that the Emperor bought from Shandong. If it weren't for these

With artillery and explosive shells, our Lingqiu will definitely not be able to save it today!"

Until then, the hand-relieving knife that Zhao Deyu had been holding tightly in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. Zhao Deyu himself seemed to have been drained of all the strength in his body. He slumped on the ground and said stupidly: "Win? Win.

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Yang Xianghui also sat down on the ground, looked at Zhao Deyu and said with a smile: "Yes, we won, we won, and the people below the city will be saved!"

Zhao Deyu giggled, but tears fell from the corners of his eyes: "Originally, I was prepared to die for my country, damn it, damn it."

After the disaster, Zhao Deyu, the always gentle and elegant Zhao County magistrate, could not help but use foul language at this time.

The fifteenth brother of Little Boar Skin was also swearing at this time: "What the hell is going on? Ah! Who can give me an explanation! Ah!"

Little Boar Skin never thought that he had already driven the people to attack the city, and that the goddess of victory had lifted up her skirt and exposed her innermost panties. Why did this situation turn so damn fast?

Just because of those artillery pieces?

Damn it, our army of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty also has artillery. The rebels on the top of the city know how to use artillery to blow you up. Don’t you slaves know how to use artillery to blow them back?

Even if you don't know how to use artillery to blow it back, you shouldn't be blown up to pieces after all, right?

The 10,000 Mongolian Eight Banners cavalry, the 10,000 Qizhou Eight Banners vests, and the 20,000 Qizhou Eight Banners infantry. If these troops were left in the hands of our ancestors, they would not even sweep the entire Central Plains, even the whole world.

They should all be taken down, right?

It's a good thing now. Just a few blasts from the muddy artillery, and the Eight Banners soldiers who founded the Tatar Qing Dynasty were fucking dispersed?

Collapse!

Collapse!

Damn it, once the army was defeated, my fifteenth brother, who was the master, had to flee all the way. It was a complete loss of face for me, Taqing!

After finally gathering his troops, the little wild boar skin angrily pointed at Eldenbao and cursed: "Tell me! Come and explain to me, what the hell is going on! Ah! What the hell is going on today?

If you can't give me an explanation, I will give you an explanation!"

Eldenbao quietly looked at the little wild boar skin, but he felt extremely aggrieved.

I think back then, our Eldenbao also followed the conquest of Jinchuan and Jinchuan. The main force in the war at that time was the Green Camp. What is the situation of the Eight Banners men in our Eight Banner Camp? Your fifteenth brother has no clue at all?

Besides, Ben Batulu is just a third-class imperial guard. Although he has the title of Long Batulu, the title of Batulu in the Qing Dynasty is empty. Do you really think that having the title of Batulu is enough?

Can they be the same as those Batu in the Yuan Dynasty?

Also, Benbatulu saw it really just now. The first ones to collapse were the Yellow Banner commanded by the 15th Prince, the Zhenghuang Banner and the White Banner where Benbatulu was, and the minions under the Five Banners.

And the Eight Banners of Mongolia collapsed later on, okay?

Eldenbao complained in his mind and had a headache on how to answer the fifteenth brother's question.

There is no way, the master is the master, and the slave is the slave. Even if he was born under the Zhenghuang Banner among the Three Flags, he is the master to others under the Five Flags, but in front of the fifteenth brother, isn't he still a peasant?

After thinking about it for a long time, Eldenbao said tentatively: "Sir, how about we change the way we fight and stop attacking the cities of those muddy people?"

The little boar skin glanced at Eldenbao and asked, "What do you mean?"

Eldenbao bowed and replied: "Look, sir, even a small county town like Lingqiu has red barbarian cannons on the city wall. I think there will definitely be other cities as well. We only have 20,000 cavalry and more."

With 20,000 infantry armor, if you want to fight against the Nikans in a siege, you have to withstand the Nikans' artillery fire."

"So, I think we might as well bypass those cities, attack those muddy villages, and force those mud-legged people into the county town."
Chapter completed!