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On the top of the Hanyang city wall, amid the waves of shouting and killing, there were bursts of roars from cannons, as if the sky was about to collapse and the earth was about to crack.
Another ball of fire burst out from the Tartar artillery array outside the city. Qin Mu stood in the city gate tower and saw through the telescope that a projectile was ejected along with the fire. It became bigger and bigger in the telescope and whistled towards them...
Qin Mu's heart shuddered, "Run!" He roared and rushed out, but it was too late. The bullet as thick as a bowl whistled and hit the city gate tower heavily. With a loud bang, half of the city gate tower was blown down, the roof beams and tiles rattled, and dust flew.
Qin Mu was knocked to the ground by the roof beam, and half of his body was buried under the tiles.
"grown ups!"
"grown ups!"
... ... ... .
There were cries of surprise from all around. Qin Mu's face was covered with dust and his head was buzzing, making it difficult for him to answer. Niu Wanshan and Li Shi, who were guarding outside the door, were so scared that they rushed up and moved the rubble and roof beams off him.
"My lord, how are you? My lord..."
"My Lord, wake up..."
Puff! Qin Mu spurted out the dirt in his mouth. The buzzing sound in his head gradually disappeared, and he roared, "What are you two yelling about? You dare to disrupt my army's morale? Kill them!"
"My Lord, are you all right?"
"Alright? You call that okay?" Qin Mu was wearing good armor and was knocked down by the collapsed roof beam, but he actually did not suffer serious injuries.
But my body wasn't hurt, but my face was!
He was seen roaring in a rage: "Son of a bitch, blast! BOOM BOOM!"
His face was covered in dust, and he couldn't even see his features clearly. He roared and rushed towards a red cannon, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, I'll do it. You son of a bitch, you dare to fire at me..."
Governor Qin kicked away the soldiers beside the cannon, jumped up and down, first looked at the location of the Tartar cannon, then stretched out his right hand, raised his thumb, squinted one eye and gestured, constantly adjusting the height of the muzzle, and was busy having a lot of fun.
The artillerymen stared in amazement, seeing the Governor gesticulating with his thumb raised. They thought he was knocked unconscious, but no one dared to say anything.
"Give it to me!" After Qin Mu adjusted the muzzle of the gun, he grabbed the fire starter from the artilleryman. At this time, a stray arrow shot at him with a bang, and was deflected by the armor. Niu Wanshan was so shocked that he grabbed a shield to block him, but Qin Mu didn't even look at it, as if it wasn't him who was shot. He put the fire starter to his mouth and blew it hard to light the fuse. Then he rushed to the side, grabbed the telescope from Li Shi's hand, and went to the battlement to watch. The shouting and killing on and off the city seemed to have nothing to do with him at this time.
boom!
There was a loud bang on the top of the city wall, and the bullets whizzed away and hit the Tartar artillery several feet away. Two or three Tartars were smashed to pieces. But this was not the effect Qin Mu wanted. He jumped back and yelled, "Load the gunpowder quickly. Load it according to the amount just now. Hurry up!"
As he roared, the artillerymen immediately jumped up and got busy. When they had reloaded the cannon, Qin Mu jumped on it again, stretched out his arms, raised his thumbs, and gestured left and right...
“This time, I don’t believe that I can’t blow you to pieces…” After adjusting the muzzle of the gun, Governor Qin lit the fuse again.
boom!
This time it was closer, but still missed the target.
Come again.
After the soldiers had reloaded their ammunition, Governor Qin continued to practice with perseverance. This time it took him half a cup of tea to get it right and light the fire.
boom!
There was another loud bang and the air was filled with smoke. Then, a red cannon of the Tartars was hit by a whistling bullet. The entire gun body was blown two or three feet high and the gun carriage was blown to pieces. Several Tartar artillerymen were knocked to the ground by the flying gun carriage, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.
There was a huge cheer from the top of the city wall. The soldiers shouted "Governor Qin is mighty". The artillerymen even knelt down before Qin Mu and worshipped him as if he were a god.
"You want to learn, right? Come up here. Today I will teach you a move. Damn it, come up here."
After being bombarded by a cannon, Governor Qin was reminded of the jump-eye distance measurement method. He pulled over the artillery on the top of the city wall and taught it on the spot: "Listen carefully, like this, stretch your arm forward and point your thumb vertically. That's right, that's it, you must stretch your arm straight:
Well, then close your left eye, and aim your right eye's line of sight along the side of your thumb to the left side of the target, keep your head and hand still, then close your right eye, and aim your left eye's line of sight through the same side of your thumb, and remember to aim your line of sight at a certain point on the ground, and then visually estimate the width from the left side of the target to that point; you, what's wrong with you, do it again, yes, that's it.
After visually measuring the width from the left side of the target to that point, multiply this width by 10 to get the distance from the person standing to the target.
"My Lord, is that so?"
"Well, let's do it again, again... This distance measurement method is called the eye-saccade method. The principle of the eye-saccade method is that the distance between the pupils of a person's eyes is about one-tenth of the length of his arm. Multiply the measured width of the real object by 10, and you will get the distance from the standing point to the target. Well, do it as it is, it's very simple, but you have to practice continuously to measure accurately, practice quickly... Damn it, who told you to make empty gestures like this? Load the cannon, everyone should go forward and measure it once before firing it, and then fire it after measuring, damn it, fire a few more times and you will get familiar with it..."
Just as Qin Mu finished his instruction, Yan Gaofei, holding his shield, braved the rain of arrows from the Tartars below the city and ran over to report: "Sir, news just came that Yangzhou was captured by Duoduo..."
"Yangzhou fell... Yangzhou fell..." Qin Mu slowly closed his eyes after hearing the news.
The arrows shot by the Tartars hit the big shield held by Niu Wanshan with a crackling sound. The shouts from below the city were like the roar of the sea, one wave after another. Countless Tartars rushed over like ants, with hideous faces, biting people and eating them... ... ... .
"Boom! Bomb these bastards to death! Bomb them to pieces..." Qin Mu roared again. As he roared, the cannons on the city walls also roared, spewing out tongues of fire at dusk...
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kill!
Fifty thousand red-eyed Dashun troops, filled with a rage for revenge, rushed into the enemy camp without regard for their own lives. There was no formation, no tactics, only endless rage. The sharp blades cut into the necks of the Tartars, blood spurted out, and heads rolled!
The Tartars fought back vigorously, wielding their swords to knock down a large number of soldiers, and then several times more swords flashed across, tearing them into pieces;
Endless hatred made the severely injured Dashun Army desperately rush forward and bite the enemy with their teeth, biting off the enemy's throat alive, tearing out the enemy's internal organs, and then laughing proudly to the sky until they died... ...
The excitement of a great victory made tens of thousands of Dashun troops murderous and full of hatred, making them fight to the death. Shang Kexi hastily formed an army formation with only about ten thousand people, and under the fierce attack of Li Guo and Ling Zhan, who had a total strength six times that of them, they began to retreat step by step.
The Qin army and the Dashun army fought to the death, relying on their murderous aura to slaughter each other. At this time, the sun set in the west and the sky was dark, ghosts and gods vomited and cried, and the clouds were thick. Corpses were scattered all over the fields, the wind was sad, and blood filled the ditches, walls and mountains.
The two armies chased each other for more than twenty miles until they could no longer run and stopped by the roadside to rest.
It was a dark night, and the fleeing Qing soldiers were roaring and neighing, trampling and killing each other, with countless casualties. In this situation, they didn't know if there were any enemies chasing them. In the darkness, the soldiers didn't know their generals, and the generals didn't know their soldiers. They fled all night long, not daring to stay for a moment.
The sky began to brighten. The distraught Qing army saw that there were no pursuers around them. They could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Shang Kexi keenly felt that the nightmare of that night was not over yet. He kicked and shouted at the Qing soldiers lying on the ground, but no one moved.
Shang Kexi's premonition was soon confirmed. The red sun was rising, and the rays of light were reflected on the northern ridge. A large flag with the word "Li" on it appeared silently on the ridge, fluttering in the morning breeze. The black color of the flag was weird, mysterious, and cold.
Amid the desperate screams of the Tartars, a black line appeared on the ridge, and then as the black flag swept down, countless iron hooves pounded and galloped, and in an instant, the sky was broken and the earth shook.
Following the cavalry was a large flag with the word "Zhao" on it, and tens of thousands of soldiers rushed down behind the rolling yellow dust.
The fierce and brutal Tatars in the past were like dying fish at this moment, without even the strength to climb onto the horse's back. Li Jiu's 5,000 cavalrymen had already rushed over like a tidal wave, and any Tatars who dared to stand up were immediately chopped down like wooden stakes without mercy.
Under the bloody massacre, the terrified Tatars peed their pants and lay down with their heads in their hands. Some even prostrated themselves on the ground with their limbs still trembling.
Facts have proved that the barbaric Tartars can also be frightened and wet their pants sometimes.
The Qin soldiers looked at the lambs lying on the ground waiting to be slaughtered. They couldn't help but rush up to kick and beat them, "Resist, just try to move a finger!"
"Damn it, you have come to this day."
"I'll castrate you!"
Under the wanton ravages of the Qin army, the Tartars were beaten black and blue all over their bodies. Those who showed the slightest resistance were immediately hacked into pieces. The others were so scared that they lay on the ground like dead dogs, and no matter how they were kicked and beaten, they dared not move.
***********(To be continued...)
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