Da Ming started to ascend the throne

Chapter 282 Entering Chongwu Palace
After eliminating Batulu, the captive in the East, the soldiers of the Ming army went straight to Chongwu Hall.

This is the Dongyao Golden Palace, which is the place where the civil and military ministers discuss matters, which is equivalent to the current Hall of Supreme Harmony in the capital.

But when they were more than 200 steps away from Chongwu Hall, they saw about [-] Dongyao Tartars standing in formation with muskets in hand.

Qi Jiguang waved his hand, and the soldiers of the Ming army stopped immediately.

"Array of flintlock guns, and kill these Eastern captive barbarians on the spot."

"Yes"

Qi Jiguang gave an order, and immediately two thousand flintlock soldiers lined up and approached the Dongyao Musketeers in front of Chongwu Hall step by step.

Among the two thousand Ming troops, there were five hundred Qi's troops, five hundred Longteng troops, and five hundred National Guard troops.

In addition, there are Wubaijin Yiwei and Fanzi of Dongchang and Xichang.

The battle is now coming to an end, Qi Jiguang also needs to balance the forces, and can't use all Qi's army.

200 steps

190 steps

180 steps

……

120 steps

100 steps

The Ming army stopped a hundred steps away from the Dongcap firearms soldiers.

They can shoot at a distance of 120 steps. In order to improve the accuracy, the Ming army, under the command of hundreds of families in each team, moved forward to a distance of [-] steps.

However, the maximum range of Dongyao firearms is only about 60 steps, and the performance of the firearms of the two sides is very different.

However, when the soldiers of the Eastern Captive Firearms saw the front row of the Ming army aiming at them, these barbarians not only did not get nervous, but laughed.

"Hahaha, ridiculous Minggou, they dare not take another step forward, is this distance going to scare the grandpas to death..."

These Dongyao firearms soldiers are death squads organized by Dorgon. They are all loyal to Dongyao. They are all here to stop the Ming army with the heart of death.

Seeing the Ming army standing so far away and aiming at them, the Dongyao Tartars thought the Ming army was afraid of them.

"shot"

"shot"

"shot"

"Bang bang bang..."

The commanders of the three Ming armies looked at the Donghu Tartar firearms soldiers with disdain on their faces, and suddenly ordered to shoot.

The soldiers of the Ming army immediately pulled the triggers of the flintlock guns, and there was a neat sound of gunfire at the scene.

"A group of fools and incompetent..."

"Pfft..."

Seeing the Ming army shooting at such a distance, the commander of Dongyao was still laughing at the Ming army's idiot.

But before his laughter ended, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, as if something had hit him violently.

Looking down now, he suddenly found a big blood hole in his chest, which was spurting blood. He retracted his sword and smiled.

"how can that be……"

Looking back, his companions also fell to the ground one after another, and this guy turned over and fell to his death.

"shot"

"Bang bang..."

The Ming army kept firing guns, firing at the Tartars row after row.

The Dongcap Musketeers also started to fight back, but their muskets could not reach that far.

I could only watch helplessly as my companions fell down one by one.

"Rush up and shoot!"

Niu Lu, a musketeer in the East, knew that he couldn't fight like this, and only by getting close to the Ming army could he cause damage.

Under the leadership of Niu Lu, the Dongyao Tartars began to charge the Ming army, and they were going to shoot back at sixty paces.

Huang Ming looked disdainfully at the captives, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"shot"

"Bang bang..."

"Bang bang..."

Gunshots rang out one after another, and the three teams of the Ming army cooperated very tacitly, and they pulled the trigger in turn.

Not a single person from the East Captive Death Squad stepped into the 80-step distance, and they all fell down unwillingly with their eyes wide open.

To the admiration of the Ming army, none of them retreated.

Qi Jiguang waved his hand:

"kill in"

"Yes"

The soldiers of the Ming army agreed, and rushed into Chongwu Hall stepping on the corpses of the Tartars one after another.

But they didn't see Dorgon and others, but they saw more than 1000 East Captive Zhenghuangqi cavalry in armor.

They all turned into infantry at this time, holding scimitars and staring viciously at the soldiers of the Ming army who rushed in.

The leader is tall and tall, with a machete in his hand, he is also majestic.

"Hahaha... You want to arrest me, the Qing Emperor, right? Come, come, I, Jierhalang, will teach you kung fu."

Liu Wenxiu raised his hand to kill Jierhalang, but someone pinned his arm:
"Don't shoot, let this group of satisfied die convinced today."

Liu Wenxiu looked up, and the person who spoke was Yue Fei, the commander of the Dragon Teng Army.

He nodded hastily:

"Obey, Commander, please!"

Yue Fei held the Spear of Liquan, and stepped in front of Jierhalang.

"A group of barbarians without humanity, today the governor will convince you to die, come on!"

Jierhalang looked at Yue Fei, and saw that he was about 30 years old, wearing silver armor, white face and black beard, and looked very handsome and mighty.

"Who are you? A nameless ghost who survived under the sword of grandpa?"

Hearing Jierhalang asking his name, Yue Fei snorted coldly:
"If you want to fight, you can fight. There is too much nonsense. The governor doesn't want you barbarians to dirty your grandfather's surname!"

Yue Fei's meaning is obvious, the Tartars of the East are not worthy to know his name at all.

Jierhalang is the majestic prince of the East, how could he bear Yue Fei's humiliation.

"Ming dog wants to die, grandpa will help you!"

With a loud shout, he slashed at Yue Fei with the big knife in his hand with a strong wind.

Yue Fei shook the Liquan Spear with both hands, and easily parried Jierhalang's machete, and the big spear hit the yellow dragon directly, and the tip of the spear pierced Jierhalang's chest.

This move was fast and ruthless, and it reached Jierhalang's chest in an instant.

Jierhalang was also very experienced in fighting, and when he looked badly, he slammed the knife in his hand on the ground, and retreated sharply, narrowly avoiding Yue Fei's shot.

But before he could stand still, Yue Fei took a step forward, shook the Liquan Spear violently with both hands, and nodded wildly with a move.

Countless gunpoints appeared in front of Jierhalang, and Jierhalang was taken aback. He couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake.

Since he couldn't tell the real gun point from the fake one, Jierhalang couldn't wait to die. He swung the machete fiercely, ready to sweep across.

But as soon as the big knife came across, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He looked down and saw that Yue Fei's Liquan spear had penetrated his chest.

"what……"

Jierhalang screamed, and with all his strength, he slashed at Yue Fei with the big knife in his hand, wanting to die with Yue Fei.

But Yue Fei moved his feet and came to the back of Jierhalang, reached out and grabbed the tip of the spear protruding from Jierhalang's vest, and pulled out the Spear of Liquan from Jierhalang's back.

"what……"

Jierhalang screamed again, two bloody arrows spurted out from the blood holes in his chest and back at the same time, his body shook violently twice, turned over and fell to the ground.

Clean and neat, two shots killed Prince Jierhalang of the Eastern Captivity, which raised the morale of the Ming army and made the Tartars tremble with fear.

Qi Jiguang couldn't help giving Yue Fei a thumbs up, and then sent an order:

"fire"

There is no need for a fair duel with Zhenghuangqi now, we must find Dorgon and the others quickly.

"Bang bang bang..."

Whether you are a yellow flag or a yellow flag, you are dead in front of the flintlock.

A burst of gunshots rang out, and blood splashed on each of the Yellow Banner Tartars who were about to fight desperately with the Ming army.

They couldn't understand until their death why the Ming army used to be like sheep.

Now it has become so fierce that they are not even able to fight back if they let the Eight Banners be captured.

(End of this chapter)