While the Ming army was fighting fiercely at the top of the city, Berenikan was personally supervising the battle below the city.

Behind him are a group of Niulu Zhangjing, Jia La Zhangjing, and Mele Zhangjing.

Liu Zeqing stood respectfully behind Nikan with a smile on his face.

"General Liu, it's your turn!" Seeing that the city had been breached, Nikan hurriedly ordered Liu Zeqing.

"I will send someone right now." Liu Zeqing nodded and replied.

He turned around and stood up straight, nodded at the two guerrilla generals with a cold face and shouted: "You haven't brought anyone with you yet!"

The two people immediately felt as if they had eaten a bitter melon, and reluctantly followed the order and left.

"Your people seem a little reluctant, Mr. Liu. How about I send someone to give them some courage?" Nikan said with a joking smile.

Liu Zeqing didn't dare to have any objections. He nodded hurriedly and happily: "Master is still aware of everything."

Nikan then ordered Niulu Zhangjing and took his people as the escort of Liu Zeqing's department.

Soon, the two guerrilla generals led five thousand people and killed them. They carried ladders and prepared to attack the city. As for the well, it was for the masters of the Eight Banners.

When they turned back, they discovered that there were Qing soldiers watching behind them. There were about 300 people rushing to each post.

This Niulu Qing army is equipped with red arrows, and they are responsible for guarding the team before the battle. If there is any noise and chaos, or those who advance and retreat alone, they will be shot with red arrows. When the war is over, they will start to inspect anyone with red behind them.

Those with traces will be killed immediately regardless of their severity.

The two guerrilla generals suddenly turned pale because they saw an Eight Banners soldier standing behind them. The clear bows in their hands were equipped with special arrows wrapped in vermilion cloth.

In the distance, behind Liu Zeqing, an Eight Banners soldier with a red arrow stood at some point. This made Liu Zeqing feel ashamed and a little embarrassed.

He had already felt the joking eyes of the Eight Banners generals around him.

On the city, Zhang Dabiao was killing in full force. Under his leadership, the Ming army finally compressed the Qing soldiers who had surged onto the city into a group and were carrying out the final strangulation.

At this time, Yang Tinglin led his troops to arrive in time and joined the battle group.

Unexpectedly, several ladders were suddenly set up on the top of the city.

Yang Tinglin took a look and saw a dense crowd of people climbing up the city.

"Quick! Push the ladder away!"

The soldiers reacted quickly and were about to step forward when suddenly a hail of arrows struck, and the Ming army fell instantly, like cutting leeks.

Zhang Dabiao reacted, hurriedly pushed Yang Tinglin away, and rushed over with his servants.

An arrow was inserted into his arm armor, but it was unclear whether it had penetrated his flesh. Yang Tinglin wanted to remind him, but he saw that Zhang Dabiao had already turned red and could not hear what others were saying.

Fortunately, the ladder was pushed down in time, and Yang Tinglin hurriedly directed people to step forward and throw down the thunder and the hot golden juice.

Below the city, heart-rending wails could be heard, and the Qing soldiers who were screaming and screaming from the heat suddenly became a mess.

Several frightened young officers wanted to turn around and run away, but were suddenly hit by an arrow fired from behind. They looked at the Eight Banners soldiers shooting arrows behind with some surprise. Seeing that they were fine, they thought it was a friendly mistake.

Then he hurriedly retreated.

Soon, they ran to Liu Zeqing, crying, making trouble, and hanging themselves, like a wronged little daughter-in-law, complaining endlessly.

Liu Zeqing's face turned red. He wanted to curse but was afraid of being laughed at, so he could only hold it in.

Nikan rode on the horse and said: "Hey, go down and eat something good, and have a good rest."

Those junior officers were Liu Zeqing's fellow villagers, so they often acted arrogantly in the army, and would run to Liu Zeqing and act coquettishly whenever something happened.

Seeing that the master of the Eight Banners had spoken, several people were immediately overjoyed, and quickly kowtowed gratefully, and then ran towards the rear army laughing and joking.

On the city, Zhang Dabiao, who had finally eliminated the threat temporarily, regained his composure and saw Yang Tinglin, who was commanding the defense in an orderly manner. He was startled and hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down to salute: "I just offended the superior officer, I finally realized my mistake!"<

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Yang Tinglin was stunned, and hurriedly pulled Zhang Dabiao up and said with a smile: "What's wrong with Mr. Zhang? It's so lucky for our army to see Mr. Zhang so brave just now!"

"Shangguan is so complimentary!" Zhang Dabiao stood up and replied shyly.

Two blood stains on his face attracted Yang Tinglin's attention.

"Nothing is wrong here, I will take people elsewhere."

"Thank you for your hard work, Shangguan!"

Seeing that the place was defended, Yang Tinglin led the people back to the tower in a hurry.

At this moment, Zhang Guowei and Qi Biaojia were calculating their troop strength.

"To make the platform, how can the Qing infantry be so brave? I have always heard that the Eight Banners cavalry is invincible. Today I saw its infantry attacking the city, and it is no less impressive." Qi Biaojia couldn't help but sigh.

Zhang Guowei sighed heavily, threw the brush in his hand on the table, and said: "Young Wen doesn't know something. The former Xu Guangqi and Mr. Xu Ge once said, 'The infantry of the slaves are extremely fine, and they have laws to divide and combine, but to talk about things.

I just thought I was better than a bow and a horse."

After hearing this, Qi Biaojia understood that the world's stereotype of the Tatars was too deep. They all thought that the Qing people relied on cavalry to dominate. However, they did not know that their infantry was not bad, and they were even better at fighting in the mountains. The Qing army's archers were even more elite.

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Compared with the Qing army, the Ming army only specialized in firearms, and would be defeated nine times out of ten in a field battle.

"Originally, we could rely on the strength of firearms to make up for our shortcomings, but now it's better. The Tatars' firearms are better than ours." Qi Biaojia clapped his hands, feeling helpless.

"It's good that Xiaowen has such an idea. We still have too many officials in the Ming Dynasty who are unwilling to face the fact that the Tartars are stronger than us. They indulge in the glory of the past every day and underestimate the enemy too much." Zhang Guowei has seen it.

There are too many officials like this. They claim to be invincible, but in action they are afraid of the enemy. It is really hateful.

One morning, the Qing army was constantly attacking. The Ming army's defense was like a broken window leaking air. It was either broken through here or there. Yang Tinglin, the firefighting captain, almost broke his legs.

In the city, Zhu Changzi saw Chen Zilong and Xia Yunyi coming together in the shelter of Genshan Gate.

Behind Xia Yunyi, there was also a young boy who looked like a teenager.

"My ministers Chen Zilong and Xia Yunyi pay their respects to the supervisor!" The two men saluted excitedly.

Xia Yunyi, who was kneeling on the ground, didn't hear his son's movement. He took a quick peek and saw that his son was not kneeling when he saw the king. He immediately shouted nervously in a low voice: "Brother Duan, please pay your respects to the prisoner!"

The young man's face is like a crown jade, his appearance is beautiful, he is more than six feet tall, his eyes are as clear as water, and his eyebrows are as dark as night. He is quietly observing the majestic man in armor in front of him.

The young man in front of him completely attracted Zhu Changzi's attention. He leaned over and asked with a smile: "What is your name?"

"My name is Xia Wanchun, and my name is Gu." The young man slowly knelt down and saluted, speaking eloquently.

Xia Yunyi was extremely nervous because he heard that King Lu's temperament had changed drastically and now he had become extremely wealthy. He was afraid that his son would displease King Lu, but he did not dare to interrupt.

Chen Zilong on the side saw that King Lu's smile just now was the kind of smile that came from the heart, so he secretly pulled the corner of Xia Yunyi's clothes, shook his head gently, and signaled him not to interrupt.

"I have heard that you have been smart and talented since childhood. How about I come and test you to see if the rumors are true?"

While Zhu Changzi was talking, several cupping jars flew into the city, hit the water of the East Canal, and exploded.

Xia Wanchun just looked back calmly, then opened his mouth and chanted: "The waves in the East China Sea are turbulent, the sun is moving, Qin Qiu is generous and the Tianmen mourns, Mr. Canghai repays Han, Bolang Shatou is stormy... Gai Xia Wu Zui

Overlord of Chu, Emperor of Qin in Haochi Baibi."

Hearing this, as Xia Wanchun's teacher, Chen Zilong couldn't help but secretly praise him. He is worthy of being his student. He is really proud.

Xia Yunyi was also very pleased.

But Li Bao, who had been standing behind King Lu, felt a fleeting murderous aura. He couldn't help but take a secret look and found that King Lu looked in a trance, as if he had something on his mind.

Since he has been with King Lu all year round, Li Bao has read some books, and he can probably understand Xia Wanchun's sentences.

The white wall of the Haochi Pond quotes the poem by Li Banxian: Bi Yiyi Haochi Jun, the ancestor dragon will die next year!

Li Bao's brows jumped when he saw King Lu's thumb pressing on the hilt of the sword in his waist, constantly popping the sword out and pressing it back in.

Even Xia Yunyi noticed that the atmosphere was a little subtle, but he was at a loss and didn't know why.

Xia Wanchun was smart, and with a flash of his eyes, he kowtowed and said, "Young man is not good at learning, please ask the supervisor to teach you!"

After saying that, Zhu Changzi looked melancholy and said: "The books are in the same text, the carriages are in the same track, the six kings are together, and the four seas are one, all because the men of the Qin Dynasty have never forgotten the ambition to go eastward. You are a man of the Ming Dynasty, and you should carry out the ambition of the Northern Expedition to restore the country.

, don’t talk empty talk.”

"Thank you, Supervisor, for your teachings! I will keep this in my heart, and I will never forget it in this life!" Xia Wanchun kowtowed solemnly, thanked him, and felt awe-inspiring in his heart.

Zhu Changzi felt a little depressed. He turned around, looked up at the sky, turned his back to Xia and Chen, and said: "Xia Yunyi, I will promote you to the position of left minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. You will lead three thousand direct guards and go to Chen Hongfan's office in the south of the city.

The supervisor is stationed at the two gates of the south city. I will give you my king's sword. You can kill it first and then show it."

With that said, he took off the sword from his waist. Li Bao quickly stepped forward to take it and handed it to Xia Yunyi's hand.

"Wei Chen takes orders!" Xia Yunyi held the long sword in both hands and replied in a deep voice.

Suddenly, he found that the long sword in his hand seemed completely different from the standard of this dynasty. After taking a closer look, he found that it actually had many growths.

Seeing Xia Yunyi's surprise, Li Bao whispered: "This is Qin Jian..."
Chapter completed!