In the Wu Zhenchao artillery formation, there were Qing troops in various postures, horizontally, vertically, obliquely, and curled.

The torture of being shot is always so long. Some Eight Banners soldiers were overly surprised and their eyes turned white. Some Han army flags Aha clasped their hands together and muttered to chant Buddha's name, while others knelt on the ground and prayed to the god Tengri.

Perhaps their prayers moved the heavens, the whistling sound of Ming army artillery shells turned from secret to thin, the explosion gradually stopped, and the Shenwu Army stopped shelling.

Finally, Wu Zhenchao's position became quiet. When the smoke slowly dissipated, Tong Tulai carefully crawled out of the cover.

He looked around and saw that his Wuzhenchaoha artillery battalion had been blown up in a mess. Half of the bunkers and earthen walls had collapsed, some artillery was concentrated, and the cannons were scattered all over the ground.

He squatted on the ground with his eyes dull, murmured: "Didn't the bunker prevent artillery? Why did they still shoot in after I used the third floor? What exactly did they fight?"

The surviving Qing soldiers hiding behind the remaining bunkers were either trembling with fear or ashamed, with dull eyes, and more outstanding performance, they were running around looking for a safe place.

Cui Xiang was dazed by the explosion, and he shook his body in the cover, staggered a few steps, and murmured: "Where am I? Who am I?"

The wounded Qing army around them burst into wailing one after another. Jialazhang Jingue retreated under the cover, and his face shivered for a few times.

Seeing that the cannon sound suddenly stopped, he rummaged and pointed at Ming Jun and scolded: "Go Manzi, come again! It's so good!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of cannons on the opposite side sounded again. E Bei subconsciously knelt on the ground and continued to curl up behind the cover.

The gunners of the Shenwu Army had just adjusted their angles and came a few more waves towards the unexploded place. For a moment, the Wu Zhenchao artillery array fell into the sea of ​​fire again.

Many places were still blown into bare pits. The scorched earth in the pit was burning black smoke. The Qing army gunners in the cannon array were tilted in a row, with casualties and wounded pillows scattered with cannons, weapons and flags everywhere.

In the gap between the artillery attacks of the Shenwu Army, Jialazhangjing and Ecui, like other survivors, did not stick to the artillery formation and ran back desperately.

Suddenly a whistle came, a large iron ball weighing 30 kilograms mixed with the momentum that swept everything, landing heavily in front of him one foot away without an explosion...

Within a few meters, there was silence. E Geng raised one of his feet and was still running away. Looking at the silent big guy in front of him, he didn't dare to step over after all. He didn't realize for a moment that he should run to the side.

The Qing soldiers around were also relieved. Fortunately, this lucky egg was a dud. Thanks to the gods for their favor...

Suddenly, the lucky egg suddenly exploded and swept across the board. Amid the shrill screams, everyone fell in all directions.

As the dust splattered, there was a large stream of blood mist. A Qing soldier was beaten into pieces on the spot, and the soil was flew around with some broken limbs.

Jialazhang Jinge fell to the ground, and was swept into his legs and right arm by iron pieces. With several sounds of fractures, his legs were destroyed and his right arm was almost cut off.

In front of him, a comrade-in-arms with a rat-tail exposed on his money was standing there, his eyes full of fear were wide open, as if he was dying with his eyes open.

E Tui tried his best to wave his left hand and shouted for help from the people around him.

Someone recognized him and exclaimed: "Lord Zhang Jing is injured, come and save him!"

After saying that, the flag dignitaries ran away and ran backwards, not willing to stay for a moment.

The same is true for the several flag devils who passed by him. Until now, everyone is thinking about escaping. Who cares if he is Jiala Zhangjing?

Cui Xiang staggered over and was also evacuating backwards. It was obviously not suitable for living people to survive.

E Tui met his acquaintance, grabbed his right leg tightly with his left hand, and said in pain: "Save me quickly!"

Cui Xiang, who was originally confused by the explosion, saw someone pulling him down and looked at him, and suddenly became energetic.

He gasped and swept around, and saw that the Wu Zhenchao Ha artillery Camp had already broken down after the earth-shaking artillery bombardment just now, and there were basically no living people.

Cui Xiang's resentment that had been suppressed for many years finally erupted. He shouted angrily, kicked E Tui's old face, and kicked him in the place for two rounds.

E Gui suffered a severe injury in his head, and he felt dizzy in his eyes. There was a figure swaying in front of him, and his arms were constantly doing something...

"I want to take revenge! I want to take revenge!"

When his mother, who died tragically, Cui Xiang picked up the short sword left behind on the ground, knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth and stabbed E Tui wildly. Every time he took action, he tried his best, and more than a dozen swords were stabbed out in a few breaths.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The pain splattered, and the armor on E Gui's chest was pierced and the person was almost out of reach. His left hand hurriedly touched behind him, and finally he was pierced and died without touching anything. He didn't know what crazy the boy in front of him was going.

Cui Xiang was a little confused and turned E Bu over and suddenly found a hand gun hidden behind the waist of the dog Tartar.

He was sweating coldly. He really didn't expect that the first-level figure of Jiala Zhangjing would be equipped with a handgun. Fortunately, he was very happy to do so, otherwise he would be the one who lay down.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The horn of the Ming army's advance blew, and the "Zhenghuang Banner" hiding in the trenches climbed out of the trenches in full spirit and attacked the Wu Zhenchao Ha artillery formation.

Cui Xiang was shocked, picked up the hand gun that E Teng had on his body, stepped on the blackened land soaked in blood, and ran back desperately.

"Kill the Tartars!"

Just like eating a bullwhip, Zhu Youneng rushed towards the cannon formation with the Zhenghuang Banner and slashed at the remaining Qing army. Even those who were dead had to cut off some heads, such as E Tui's head.

As Nurhaci's son, Zhu Youneng could recognize the bodies of those who were real Tartars and those who were big fish at a glance. Regardless of whether they were alive or dead, they would chop their heads back to find a kind father to receive the reward.

"Hey, why was this guy stabbed to death?"

Zhu Youneng was a little surprised to see E Tui who was stabbed in an unexpected way.

He skillfully cut off E Tui's head and lifted it in his hand, and put it on the pad with interest, happily saying, "Tan Tai's old subordinate, you are so fucking good, you are so happy!"

When he met his former subordinates of his old opponent, Zhu Youneng felt indescribable joy. He grinned and commanded a few soldiers to raise the Ming Dynasty dragon flag on the Wuzhen Chaoha Cannon Formation.

Under the dragon flag of the Ming army, Zhu Cixuan on the fourth-level chariot looked at the flying dragon flag opposite, slowly lowered the telescope, and smiled on his face. Without the suppression of artillery, what should the Eight Banners Army fight?

He snatched the big red cloak and waved his hand: "Tell the whole army to advance!"
Chapter completed!