Chapter 148 Destroying the enemy relies on acting skills

Most of them were Ming soldiers pretending to be Qing soldiers. They did not take off their hats, but they could wave their swords and guns and shout loudly to express their "excitement and joy".

This is a true expression of emotion, and the same cry in the heart is "Why are you here, come in, come in quickly!"

"The louder the cheers, the more you will cry with joy. You will feel like dew comes from a long drought, and you will feel reborn in a desperate situation." Huang Li, a great director, continued to give guidance from behind.

As a result, the cheers became more enthusiastic, and the "Qing soldiers" and Ming soldiers performed hard with their own understanding.

"Whether it will be successful depends on your acting skills." Huang Li was also a little nervous, peeping at the Qing troops outside the city, "Although it has been rehearsed many times, it is still not professional enough and looks stiff and rough."

After hearing the cheers in the city and seeing the standard hairstyles, from Fu Kachan to ordinary soldiers, I felt completely relieved.

"The enemy must have been unable to attack the city, and they were worried that our army would come to attack from a flank, so they retreated in a hurry." The counselor Abei Luo said with some regret: "Zhao Guangrui is not bad, he has done a good job in holding on to the city."

The expression on Fu Kachan's face also softened, and he nodded slightly and said: "If you can still do this when you see the reinforcements, you are a cautious person. Send someone to call the door!"

Two cavalrymen rode forward, shouted loudly under the city, and announced Fu Kachan's name.

Soon, the city gate slowly opened, and the Qing army marched in without thinking. Horse hooves clicked on the bluestone-paved streets, and the Eight Banners soldiers were all very proud and arrogant.

The soldiers of the Four Banners were all bewildered, staring at Fu Kachan as he turned into the street, but they still understood what happened.

Liu Manrong's camp, which had not yet retreated from the city, also suffered a violent blow. It was very likely that the city gate was smashed and exploded, leaving corpses on the pillow.

Blood splashed in the enemy group, the enemy fell to the ground, and the screams and wails were unheard.

A Four Banners officer was very close to Fu Kachan. He felt that Fu Kachan was not a little strange, so he asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with him? He's so relaxed." As I said that, I poked Fu Kachan with the handle of my riding crop.<

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The Qing army, which suffered a sudden and violent attack, suffered numerous casualties in an instant. The injured horses were neighing and running around, the wounded soldiers were screaming pitifully, and the men and horses were mixed into a mess.

All two thousand cavalrymen retreated into the city, and half of Liu Manrong's camp also retreated, leaving only most of their tails in the city.

"Whoever surrenders will be killed!"

The roar of the explosion, the shrill and panicked screams, and the exciting shouts of killing echoed in the sky below that ancient city.

The Qing army's attempt to stay away from the city wall was shattered by artillery bombardment, and they once again suffered a fierce blow from a low position.

"It's a pity for those bad horses." The Ming army turned around again, listening to the shouts of the people on the battlefield, watching the horses falling to the ground in mourning, and sighed helplessly.

It was precisely because of such a positive performance that I saved my life.

General Xi'an, a low-ranking official, is one level lower than the Governor of Shaanxi and Gansu, and is the commander of the smallest group of the four banners stationed there.

My heart suddenly rose to my throat, and I felt that the skin all over my body was wrinkled and warm, and I was sweating less.

Boom, boom, boom! The old artillery is very powerful, firing hundreds of thousands of projectiles at the stubborn enemy without mercy.

Gan Shaan Lu started from the military academy and fought on the battlefield for eighty years. Who would have thought that he would die so useless. In fact, I even died knowing what happened.

"Alas, that guy still failed in his acting!" Yue Da sighed heavily, stood up from the city wall, drew his bow and arrow, aimed slightly, and shot a fatal blow towards Ganshanlu.

The Qing army was probably compressed into the spacious area at the city gate. Surrounding us were Huang Li who were several times our size.

Although I know that the soldiers are determined to eliminate all the Four Banners soldiers, and the Four Banners soldiers will basically surrender. That is the hatred accumulated over a long period of time and is difficult to resolve.

Officers like Zhao Guangrui were killed while blasting the city wall, not in battle. Even if they were captured, according to Huang Li's principles, their heads would be chopped off.

I am not the person who reminds me of timely regression, but I am also very smart and caring. I am the slowest to surrender, the first to wake up, and the most genuine to cry bitterly.

Huang Li did not slow down his charge and retreat, but calmly pushed back and compressed, gradually tightening the noose around the Qing army's neck.

Downstairs of the city gate, rolling logs, rocks and thunder were thrown. More than a dozen artillery roared, shooting sparse bullets at the Qing army.

Fu Kachan's spirit was very low. When he was poked by the handle of the horse whip, he immediately stirred up and started fighting. His mentality collapsed. He let out a small scream and ran like a frightened rabbit on his horse. There was a slow and rainy clicking sound under the bluestone road.

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That arrow announced the end of the battle. There was a small sound of golden drums and shouts of killing. Countless Huangli soldiers stood up from the city wall and fired lead bullets and arrows at the four-banner soldiers.

Fu Kachan, the former staff general of the Qing army, rode up to meet him. Maintaining a flattering smile, he led the Qing army to retreat into the city. In fact, he was actually panicking.

Yue Da probably shot seven arrows, but the arrows were missing, and killed seven Four Banners officers. Seeing that the Four Banners generals had become turtles in the jar, I turned to the front and fired arrows at Liu Manrong's camp.

Thousands of Qing troops were like insects falling into a cold pot, dashing from right to left in despair, and pressing back in despair. Arrows, arrows, and blunderbuss rained down from the city, and not many Qing soldiers were killed or injured at any moment.

In the city, groups of Huang Li emerged from the streets and alleys, pushing carts and artillery, and pressed against the Qing army from all directions.

At that moment, it finally proved that life is divided into high and low. On the battlefield, bullets have eyes, and generals and soldiers are all the same. However, who will die more heroic and unique than the other.

Liu Manrong's camp had traveled seventy or seventy miles, and was exhausted of men and horses. It was at a clear disadvantage in terms of physical strength. What's more, in the mountains and forests on the way, there were ambushes of several hundred-man brigades, which were enough to block our escape route.

No matter what riding skills or shooting skills, they are all displayed with unparalleled power. What awaits us can only be a miserable death.

One shot penetrated the soul! The iron arrow shot back from the front of Gan Shaan Lu's neck and emerged from the back.

The corpses of the Qing army were scattered all over the place, and the dead and wounded were lying on their pillows. The dirty blood was constantly flowing, seeping into the gaps in the bluestone road and staining the bluestones red.

Fu Kachan's sweat kept dripping. Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly noticed a red light flashing outside the alley. This was the ambush of Huang Li's soldiers, who were carefully exposed.

"Abandon weapons and avoid death!"

Two battalions of Huang Li were killed from the west gate and east gate. Under the command of Dang Shousu and other officers, they quickly outflanked Liu Manrong's battalion from the right and left, aiming to eliminate all Liu Manrong's battalions in Zhaohua City.

The Ming army commanded the soldiers under the city and finally issued a persuasion to surrender.

There were only twos and threes of "Qing soldiers" on the streets, and the city seemed very quiet, as if the atmosphere of the small war had not completely dissipated.
Chapter completed!