"boom!"

"Boom..."

"Kill, kill the Tartars..."

"I've fought with Minggou..."

At the beginning of the Xu hour, around 7:30 pm, the sky was about to dark, and the huge capital city and various battlefields were truly unfolding at this time.

If someone could look at it from the perspective of God, he would find that the dozen or so city gates in the capital, except for the Yongding Gate, Zuo'an Gate and You'an Gate on the southernmost line, were still stable, and all other city gates were filled with fire and shouts of killing were shocked.

Xu Changqing settled down at this time and was comfortably smoking a dry tobacco on the Guangqumen podium.

Moreover, he not only withdrew Wang Pu and Wu Zhiyuan's two cavalrymen from the Guangqumen battlefield and pushed them to the Zuoanmen line, but also moved the banners and ceremonial guards to the Chaoyangmen line.

Although Wu Sangui, Kong Youde, Shi Kefa and others had already captured some of Xu Changqing's thoughts at this time, they had complaints about Xu Changqing's rash and even more wanton layout.

Unfortunately, Xu Changqing was arrogant and arrogant. At this time, even if they dared to make any more suggestions, they could only endure hardships.

Xu Changqing naturally noticed their restlessness, but did not show any signs, and just enjoyed the dry tobacco on his own.

To be honest, Xu Changqing really doesn't want to keep Wu Sangui and the others around him. After all, they are not from the Model Army, which is really awkward, and often they have to explain a few more words.

But thinking that the general trend is about to succeed, there must be a few supporting actors?

Xu Changqing could only pinch his nose and keep them behind.

Because at this time, Xu Changqing had already made a complete flaw in the planning of Dorgon and others!

As the saying goes, "Fist is afraid of being strong for young people", "fist random punches kill the master."

What Xu Changqing was most afraid of before was that the Qing army was at its peak as soon as it started the war, so he came up with three tricks to cover up the model army, thus breaking through the gap.

Although the Model Army has a large number of firepower and hot air balloons, there are still too few looking at the entire battlefield of the capital.

Although the capital at this time was not even as large as the later generations, it was the largest city in East Asia at this time, and even if it looked around the world, it could steadily rank at the forefront.

In such a huge space, let alone 100,000 people, 200,000 or 300,000 are not necessarily enough to see.

Otherwise, over the past few hundred years, both the Mongols and the Jurchens had rushed to the capital with great might, but they had never really conquered them.

But Dorgon and the great masters of Manchu and Mongolia were obviously extremely cautious at this time, mainly tempting, and wanted to play tricks, which seemed to be exactly what Xu Changqing wanted.

Even though they will definitely change the rhythm afterwards, the children of the Model Army adapted to the rhythm of the battlefield over precious time, and it was not up to the Qing Dynasty to decide.

And it's dark and irresistible, no taboo weapon can be considered a taboo anymore...

Anyway, no one can see it...

In this way, Xu Changqing was so angry again?

...

Xu Changqing sat firmly on Diaoyutai, in the city, Dorgon and other Manchu and Mongolian royal families were like nervous dogs.

At this time, the main forces of their troops had basically arrived at the scheduled war zone, but they had not really made any efforts.

But no one is stupid!

In this state, if you want to preserve the greatest strength and exit the crisis most steadily, it is definitely the most cost-effective to break through your own frontal battlefield.

But at this time, before the prescribed general attack time, everyone gathered on Wangfu Street to polish the battlefield situation first.

"Report, the latest battle report of Xizhimen..."

"Report, Guangqumen's latest battle report..."

"Report, Chaoyang Gate..."

In the midst of the various places, countless war horses gathered here like assembly lines, and then quickly left, summarizing the latest news from the major battlefields here.

Although the Model Army has blocked the gates of the three inner and outer cities such as Xuanwu Gate, the capital city is too big and this blockade is destined to be imperfect, the Qing army can still firmly grasp the intelligence of the outer city.

Unfortunately, the battle report at this time was not very good. The model army's major defense lines were very resilient. As of this time, no main force of the Qing army has been good.

Good news.

At this time, the weather was already hot, and the masters were wearing full armor, and they were sweating profusely.

Dorgon was no exception. His whole body was wet with sweat. Moreover, he had lost weight a lot. The armor that originally fitted him was obviously bigger now, making people wonder if his small body could still be firmly able to live.

Jirhalang took out a gold pocket watch he bought from Haicheng through a special channel, looked at the time, and saw that it was almost midnight, and it was about to be eight o'clock in the evening. He wiped the sweat from his head and said to Dorgon: "Regent, the time is almost over, we may be able to get earlier..."

Dorgon immediately looked at him, and Jirgalang nodded in slightest.

Dorgon immediately glanced at everyone again.

Everyone was obviously a little nervous, and many people couldn't help but swallowed.

Even Daishan was sweating profusely and kept wiping his sweat.

Dorgon finally focused his attention on Duoduo.

At this time, Duoduo was wearing golden armor and had a cold face, but he was not as scared as others, but was full of endless fighting spirit.

Seeing Dorgon looking at him, he nodded heavily to Dorgon, "Brother, please give the order! I, the Qing Dynasty, will not be destroyed! I will make a comeback sooner or later!"

"call."

Dorgon breathed a sigh of relief: "Since that's the case, everyone is ready, so let's start! If we can go out, we will gather again on the grassland!"

"twitter!"

Duoduo was the first to beat a horse and whip, and rushed directly to the direction of Andingmen, his main battlefield.

The others also quickly left, leaving only Dorgon and Jirgalang.

Jirhalang breathed a little relieved, but his face showed a look of worry, and said softly: "Regent, the situation is not good. At present, this strength is probably not enough to rush out of the model army."

How could Dorgon not understand Jiergalang’s mind? He was afraid that he would keep a backup plan!

He sighed and said, "If you can't rush out, you have to rush out! If you have a chance, you don't rush out, you will be dead end! Brother Six, I won't say much about anything else, you must take good care of yourself!"

Seeing that Dorgon was sincere, Jirgalang couldn't say anything for a while, so he could only focus on it: "Okay! Regent, see you in the prairie!"

After saying that, he no longer hesitated and headed straight to his Xizhimen battlefield.

Seeing Jirgalang and his group leave quickly, Hong Chengchou came to Dorgon like a ghost and whispered: "Prince, we should go to our Deshengmen battlefield, too."

Dorgon's eyes twitched. He wanted to say something, but in the end he held back and focused: "Set off! Prepare to break through!"

"twitter!"

...

The main force of the True Manchus was mobilized very quickly, and the midnight of Xu was a little bit ahead, and at about 8:00 p.m., the rhythm of the major city gates and battlefields was quickly pulled up.

For a moment, all kinds of firearms were roaring everywhere, hot air balloons kept hovering, and the fighting and shouting instantly tore the night sky into pieces.

This also greatly increased the pressure on the Model Army!

Xu Changqing soon brought Wu Sangui and others to the Dongzhimen battlefield. He had already arranged the battlefields of Guangqumen and other outer cities.

The battlefield here is already extremely fierce.

Look at the banner, it is the worship photo section of the two yellow flags.

It has reached this level, and the image of the Byeyin has shown itself as if it is elite.

Even though there were hundreds of hot air balloons in the sky bombarding back and forth, constantly cutting and killing them, they were struggling forward desperately with thousands of cowhide chariots and other various chariots.

Many of the chariots were obviously pieced together temporarily, and a few wet quilts were used.

But although these things are primitive and worn, their functionality is quite good.

Not only can they prevent most of the Model Army's flowering bullets, but they are not too afraid of the incendiary bombs because of the moisture in the quilt.

Moreover, they have prepared some fire-extinguishing tools, which have good efficacy.

The true Manchus with countless yellow flags, surrounded by countless Han slaves, advanced forward like an ant.

What is even more shocking is that among them, they actually had many catapults, shooting with the model army in a life-threatening manner, suppressing the model army without any chance.

"This, this is a damn thing, this is really a waste of life..."

Amid the terrifying roar of firearms and the fighting and shouting, Wu Sangui was a little shaken and swallowed with difficulty.

Kong Youde's face was also pale: "Marty, the men are under a lot of pressure. The Tartars are really trying their best..."

Shi Kefa has long been speechless.

This is not a battlefield, it has completely turned into a slaughterhouse model. I am afraid that someone will die in every breath...

Xu Changqing's face was also quite steep, but he was not at all panic.

If a true Manchu is not fierce, can it still be called a true Manchu?

After carefully checking the battlefield, seeing that the situation was still under control, Xu Changqing did not stop here and directly called out: "Go, go to Andingmen!"

"yes……"

Wu Sangui and others looked at each other, and they were all a little shocked.

How did the gap between people come about?
To be continued...