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Chapter 180 It's time to pretend

After capturing Zhongzhou, Yang Feng immediately headed straight to Dianjiang.

As for Zhongzhou, he doesn't care.

He disarmed Feng Shuangli's army, and then left behind Grandma Qin's grandson Ma Wanchun, and a thousand white-rod soldiers were responsible for the guards. The rest depends on themselves. If Feng Shuangli and others dared to rebel, then these will be dead in the future. If they always remain honest, they will be pardoned in the future. Even if they stayed in Sichuan, there were too many wastelands in Sichuan that were not reclaimed. In fact, Sichuan's population was estimated to be less than 10 million at this time, and many people from Zhang Xianzhong's army married and had children. If they were to be exiled to the Northeast, it might have to cause a decrease in the population. It would be nice to keep them against the chieftains.

Anyway, the emperor and Grandma Qin led two brigades of bandits, 10,000 white-rod soldiers, 10,000 guards for logistics transportation, and 5,000 temporary porters and pack horses hired in Zhongzhou to drill westward into the vast mountains, and walked through mountains and rivers along the narrow and rugged mountain road from Zhongzhou to Dianjiang. After passing a series of passes such as Meizi Pass, Yangliu Pass, and Jinhua Mountain, finally arrived at Dianjiang. Then, when Grandma Qin rode a horse, the people of Dianjiang opened the city gate to welcome the throne without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, more than 5,000 voluntary militias were added to Yang Feng's team.

This increasingly large army continued to walk westward through the famous ancient Fengmen Pass, passing through the Fengmen Pass without a single soldier, and then drove into the Linshui River without any obstacles. The scale of the Linshui River continued to expand. He then walked westward and crossed the steep Huaying Mountain on the Guangyi Road. Then there was no real obstacle. Guang'an, Nanchong, and Santai were all real good roads. When this army arrived at Santai, it had expanded to 80,000, and the people could be said to have won the grain. Although Zhang Xianzhong was still well-mannered, especially for the gentry, and the people also gained some benefits, in order to maintain a huge army, the tax revenue was also quite ruthless. The emperor directly rented half of the land and distributed the land. Of course, the people welcomed it.

The remaining sections to Santai are even simpler. If it is said that from Zhongzhou to Guang'an is a county-level highway, and from Guang'an to Santai is considered a national highway, then from Santai to Chengdu is a highway. In the end, Yang Feng led his leggings and mountain infantry and drove for nearly a thousand miles and took twenty days to penetrate the entire Sichuan Basin and reach Zhongjiang outside Chengdu.

Of course he was also surrounded.

Just when he conquered or accepted Zhongjiang, Li Dingguo, who was almost collapsed by him, personally led a large army from Chongqing to the north along the Jialing River and quickly recovered or took over Santai. At the same time, Liu Wenxiu's other Western army also arrived at Huaikou and surrounded him one by one.

It can be said that Yang Feng had a strong city before and had no way out of retreat, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he was surrounded by enemies.

Of course, Zhang Xianzhong was also surrounded by enemies.

Because on the same day that Yang Feng conquered Zhongjiang, his godson Zheng Chenggong led the main force of the bandit army to use 50,000 mortar shells, even 36 mortar cannons cast specifically for the blasting of Kuimen in the later period, and forced Qutang Pass and Baidi City to pieces. Then the army crossed the Kuimen. Sun Kewang, who knew that the situation was hopeless, fled to Wanzhou in a hurry, but he had no chance, because there were less than 10,000 people who fled to Wanzhou, and the remaining 100,000 Western Army surrendered.

In short, the door of Sichuan has officially opened, and the rest is a matter of time. No matter what Yang Feng's result is, the bandits in the entire three towns will flood Sichuan.

And Yang Feng...

"Where has Chongzhen gone again?"

Li Dingguo, east of Zhongjiang City, frowned and looked ahead in confusion.

He was the garrison of Chongqing. After Yang Feng left, Ma Wanchun, who was left behind, quickly organized the young and middle-aged people in Zhongzhou, used the surrendered Western army weapons to establish militias, and completely blocked the traffic to Zhongzhou upstream. In fact, Li Dingguo only got news of Zhongzhou's capture in Chongqing on the third day after Yang Feng left Zhongzhou. But he delayed the verification for another day, and it was already the fourth day, but he did not know that Yang Feng was crazy enough to attack Chengdu. He thought that Yang Feng was trying to attack Wanzhou from behind and completely cut off Sun Kewang's retreat, or perhaps it might be more crazy, so he ran directly to attack Chongqing, which he was stationed in the rear base.

After all, as a steady and rational general, it is difficult for him to resonate with Yang Feng's crazy mind.

When the Western Army officials in Guang'an escaped from the city and arrived in Chongqing along the way, he realized that the invincible emperor he had been to for three years was actually a madman, a guy with a unique mind, and a guy who had escaped normal people. But at this time, he could only follow Yang Feng's rhythm. After all, Chengdu's defense was nothing. Li Dingguo and Liu Wenxiu from Luzhou had to lead an army of 50,000 to head north along the Jialing River and Tuojiang River, one blocking the front and the other blocking the other. Finally, before the Ming army arrived in Chengdu, he surrounded the lonely enemy.

However……

Li Dingguo still didn't see Yang Feng.

In front of him, there was only Old Lady Qin who was jumping on horseback and spearing.

But his opponent was not the Baigang soldiers, the latter were all in Zhongjiang City, and Liu Wenxiu's army was attacking Zhongjiang, and the one who faced him here was...

The bandit army.

"The whole army attacks, and make a concerted effort!"

Li Dingguo took a deep breath and said.

Five thousand cavalry and 45,000 elite infantry of the Western Army launched an attack on the two infantry brigades of the Bandit Army.

Qin Liangyu, opposite them, immediately retreated, and then the Ming army formation with its back against the city wall was split to the sides, allowing the old lady to retreat behind them. Zhu Yiwu, the chief of staff of the General Staff of the Bandit Army, smiled at her, then pulled out his saber and pointed at the Western Army that was charging.

"fire!"

He yelled.

On the artillery position beside him, thirty-six mortars roared at the same time, and then the flowering bullets exploded in the Western Army.

Although the Ming army's cannons could not be carried due to road problems, these mortars that could be carried by the Yunnan horses after decomposition were actually different. They could be carried anywhere, and they could even be carried away when decomposed, if necessary. The only regret is that the shells are limited, so it is impossible to bring a whole artillery brigade. However, two artillery battalions were enough. The two rounds of full-speed shooting of mortars and flowering shells were immediately given to the Western Army. The flames that kept blowing and the shrapnel scattered in chaos made the cavalry that were mainly bombarded.

However, the infantry in the array was still attacking forward firmly and soon entered the range of the Ming army's bandit guns. Then, countless flames spewed out from the Ming army line opposite them, and the smoke filled the guns, and dense bullets roared. The Daxi Army, who encountered this terrifying enemy for the first time, fell down like a cut wheat. The next moment, the grenades fell like raindrops, but amid the roar of Li Dingguo, they were still attacking forward bravely.

Since its establishment, the most cruel bloody battle has begun.

And at this time, outside the Zhonghe Gate of Chengdu.

At the south end of the arch bridge on the Jinjiang River, Qian Si, a soldier guarding the bridge, was carrying a spear, lazily watching the pedestrians passing by, guarding a large bamboo basket under his feet, and all those who crossed the bridge consciously threw a copper plate into it. If they were carrying goods, they would naturally have more.

This is his duty.

"Little sister, let my brother touch his hands and don't need to hand it over."

He suddenly said in a daze.

“***”

The girl who was looking for a copper plate cursed him viciously, then turned out a copper plate and threw it into the basket reluctantly. Qian Si was not angry either, but just looked at her little chest with a greedy face. The latter glared at him fiercely, and then walked towards the bridge. But at this moment, a van drove over from behind. She hurriedly hid aside. The driver on the carriage threw a copper plate casually and was about to go to the bridge.

"Stop!"

Qian Si shouted.

"This official, the villain has calculated it wrong!"

The coachman said with a smile.

Then he took out a little broken silver and threw it into the basket. After saying that, he drove the carriage and continued to walk onto the bridge.

"examine!"

Qian Si grabbed him and shouted.

At the same time, his eyes looked at the road behind, where two obvious ruts continued to extend, and it was obvious that the things on the carriage were very heavy.

"Sir, look!"

The coachman took out another ingot of silver and stuffed it into his hand and said.

Qian Si weighed it, looked at him with satisfaction, and then turned around, but just as the driver breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly turned around and pulled open the curtain in front of the carriage carriage, and then stood there in an instant. The next moment, the carriage carriage suddenly turned into countless pieces and splashed. Almost at the same time, a dark shadow swept across with a terrifying roar. Qian Si's body suddenly turned into fragmented flesh and blood and splattered. A red figure jumped out of the fragments of the carriage and landed heavily on the bridge.

The coachman jumped into Jinjiang as fast as possible.

The girl looked at the strong red man who suddenly appeared on the bridge like a petrified one. He was wearing a red robe embroidered with a group of dragons, but the reflection of steel was revealed inside. Even the boots under his feet were completely made up of steel. He was wearing a silver helmet on his head, and under the helmet also protected his neck. At the front of the helmet was a transparent mask, protecting his face. The man was dragging a huge battle axe with scars on the axe face, and there were not even an axe blade. He was almost half a foot thicker than his arm, and there were countless scars on the axe handle.

And this person has a shield in his left hand.

The shield is not big, just put on the left arm.

At this time, he stood at the bridge, like a statue of a steel god, looking motionlessly at the Zhonghe Gate less than a hundred feet away.

Suddenly he turned his head.

"You are beautiful!"

He said to the girl.

“***”

The girl blushed and scolded him, but she felt a little happy.

The man laughed loudly.

"It's time to show off!"
Chapter completed!
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