Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Suddenly, the situation changed drastically, and the formation of the two hundred Jiannu cavalrymen instantly became chaotic. Under the cover of night, their commander, a burly and resolute general, was leading his troops forward. He was wearing dark armor, a sharp scimitar hung around his waist, and his eyes flashed with a desire for victory. According to the intelligence obtained, the Ming army had only more than 500 cavalrymen, and no trace of infantry was found. According to the original plan, they planned to launch an attack first, then pretend to retreat, lure the enemy deeper, and finally gather cavalry to encircle and annihilate them. However, at this critical moment, the sudden appearance of the Ming army infantry, as silent as a ghost, not only disrupted their plan, but also put them in an unprecedented predicament.

The lead bullets fired by the Ming army's bird guns, with a deadly whistling sound, easily penetrated the dark armor of the Jiannu cavalry. In the blink of an eye, dozens of Jiannu cavalry fell off their horses like fallen leaves swept away by the wind. Their wailing echoed in the night sky, forming a sharp contrast with the silence of the distant mountains and forests.

At the same time, the 300 Ming cavalrymen were like angry thunder gods, riding their horses and drawing their bows. The arrows were dense like raindrops, piercing through the night and shooting at the Jiannu. These Ming army arrows were of many kinds, each containing different killing intentions: crescent arrows were used to cut cables, shovel arrows and wolf tongue arrows were used to shoot horses, spinach head arrows and chisel head arrows could shoot both people and horses, and there were also armor-piercing cone arrows, whose arrowheads were extremely sharp and could easily break the enemy's armor. These 300 cavalrymen were all equipped with armor-piercing cone arrows, and their eyes were full of determination and coldness, as if they were the gods of death walking out of hell.

Although the Jiannu cavalry were wearing dark armor, they were like candles in the wind and rain, swaying under the attack of arrows. Some were injured, and some fell off their horses. Their wails and the neighing of horses intertwined to form a tragic picture.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the captain quickly drove his horse diagonally down the official road, while shooting arrows at the Ming army. His archery skills were superb, and each arrow was aimed directly at the vital points of the Ming army. The elite of the Eight Banners were indeed well-deserved. Even when they encountered an ambush, they did not panic and followed the captain's lead horse to charge into the battle. When they fled, they also imitated the captain's behavior, shooting arrows rapidly, not to hurt anyone, but only to disrupt the enemy.

However, with the help of paper gunpowder, the Ming infantry had reloaded their weapons. They raised their Rumi guns, which were peculiar in shape and powerful, and were their important weapons against the Jiannu cavalry. They aimed at the fleeing enemy and pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang, a flash of fire, and more than a dozen people fell to the ground as if they were hit by a giant hammer.

"Retreat quickly!" Guerrilla General Ding Yi stood up immediately, wearing armor and holding a long sword, looking majestic. He waved the flag to issue orders, shouting for the infantry to move quickly. The infantry did not hesitate at all. They held the Rumi guns tightly, with a firm light in their eyes, and ran towards the city gate desperately. Two of the infantrymen swung their swords to cut down the fallen Jiannu. Their movements were clean and neat, like two cold-blooded killers.

Ding Yi looked around and collected the wounded. The Jiannu cavalry had excellent archery skills, and even in panic, they shot and wounded more than ten Ming soldiers. The lightly wounded could return to the team on their own, while the seriously wounded were tied to the horses with ropes and rushed to the city gate with other horses. Their faces were full of pain and tenacity, but there was no retreat in their eyes.

After confirming that no comrades were left behind, Ding Yi shouted loudly: "Return to the city! Throw grenades while running, and remember not to extinguish the fuses!" His voice resounded through the night sky like thunder, making every Ming soldier feel his determination and courage. The two hundred Ming cavalrymen did not fire arrows, but took out fire sticks to light the fuses of the grenades, and then threw them into the grass on the side of the road. Their movements were swift and accurate, as if they were soldiers who had been trained thousands of times.

All this happened in an instant. When Tulai's cavalry arrived, the Ming infantry was already sixty steps away, and the cavalry had already caught up with the infantry. Tulai looked at the soldiers of the Zhenghuang Banner on the ground, their bodies scattered on the ground like broken puppets, and he was filled with grief and anger. Although he didn't understand where the Ming infantry came from, as a general of the Zhenghuang Banner, he made a decision immediately. His eyes flashed with determination and coldness, as if he wanted to turn all his anger into strength.

Tulai held a bow and ordered: "Chase for a hundred steps, and kill as many as you can." After saying that, he rushed out on horseback. His figure was as agile as a cheetah, and he rushed into the night in an instant. Others might choose to give up the pursuit, but Tulai was different, because the Zhenghuang Banner was the emperor's personal army, and their horses were unique in the army. The Ming army called them superior horses, which had excellent endurance in both short-distance sprints and long-distance sprints. If measured in modern speed, the sprint speed of superior horses can reach 50 or even 60 kilometers per hour, but this speed can only be maintained for a maximum of 500 meters. In contrast, the Ming army began to buy horses raised in the mainland at high prices since the Yuan Chonghuan period, abandoning the fine breeds and choosing the low-priced Mongolian free-range horses, so most of the Ming army's horses were medium or low-quality horses. In terms of endurance and sprinting, the Ming army's horses were not as good as the horses of the Eight Banners.

For Tulai, a hundred steps was enough. Eight hundred Jiannu cavalrymen drove their horses to chase the Ming army. Their figures were like a black torrent in the night, carrying endless murderous intent and anger. However, they did not notice the sparks on the roadside. Tulai just glanced at it and did not care, thinking it was the fuse left behind by the Ming army.

However, with a loud bang, the grenade thrown by Ding Yi exploded in the grass. The violent air wave carried lead bullets and gravel to the pursuing Eight Banners soldiers, and their bodies flew out as if they were hit by a giant hammer. The people and horses who were hit fell to the ground, wailing with injuries. The explosions continued, and the pursuit formation suddenly became chaotic. The horses stopped charging in panic and even turned in other directions. Compared with the frightened horses, the injured people and horses were more serious. They fell to the ground and wailed, and the war horses wailed. These proud Eight Banners soldiers tasted the taste of failure, injury and even death for the first time outside Xuanfu Town. Their eyes were full of fear and unwillingness.

Ding Yi wanted to fight back, but seeing more cavalry emerging from the rear of the enemy, he could only sigh and lead his men back to the city. What greeted them was the aroma of barbecue and cheers, which was the joy and celebration of victory. In contrast, the Jiannu soldiers were very discouraged. They quickly cleaned up the battlefield and guarded against the artillery attacks of the Xuanfu defenders. Their eyes were full of loss and frustration, as if they were a group of walking corpses who had lost their souls.

On the way back to the camp, Tulai's face was dark and green. He attacked rashly but suffered a defeat. Once these two charges were confirmed, it would be difficult for him to keep his position as a general. His heart was full of regret and anger, as if a burning flame was burning his soul. Oboi's face was not good either. The Zhenghuang Banner and the Xianghuang Banner both represented the emperor's face. If the defeat to Wu Sangui's Guanning Army was barely acceptable, then the defeat to the defenders of Xuanfu was tantamount to an insult to the little emperor. His eyes flashed with anger and unwillingness, as if he wanted to vent all his anger.

After a long time, Oboi asked doubtfully: "Where did the Ming army's infantry come from?" His voice was filled with endless doubts and puzzlement. After Oboi's reminder, Tulai's face changed, and he immediately ordered someone to bring the scout. "Tell me! Why did you lie about the military situation?" His voice resounded through the night sky like thunder, making every Jiannu soldier feel his anger and majesty. The scout pretended to be innocent and replied: "Reporting to the general, I did see only the cavalry of the Ming army, but not the infantry." "You dare to quibble!" Tulai pointed to the captain next to him and asked: "Tell him how many infantry the Ming army ambushed?" "At least a hundred people!" "Impossible!" The scout struggled to explain: "The Ming army only sent cavalry in the end, no infantry!" "Don't say anything more, hand him over to the Tenth Prince! We can also have an explanation!" Oboi persuaded. There was endless fatigue and helplessness in his voice, as if an old man was persuading an impulsive young man.

"Explain?" Tulai looked at the more than sixty braids cut off in his hand and felt heartbroken. These braids represent more than sixty soldiers of the Zhenghuang Banner who died on the battlefield but could not return to their hometown. After the Jiannu soldiers died on the battlefield, if the bodies could not be transported back due to the distance or hot weather, their companions would cut off their braids and record their names and places of origin. After the war, these braids and names would be sent back to their hometowns for burial, implying that their souls would be brought back to their hometowns. Now more than sixty soldiers of the Zhenghuang Banner have died on the battlefield, and hundreds of them have been injured. If they died in the siege, it would be barely acceptable, but now they died because of greed for merit and underestimation of the enemy and the tricks of the Ming army. How can they explain this to their families and tribesmen? Tulai, Tulai, how can you explain all this? His heart was filled with pain and helplessness, as if a father who had lost his child was crying helplessly.

In the Jiannu army's central tent, the lights were bright, just like daylight, illuminating every inch of the tent. In the corners of the tent, oil lamps emitted a dim and warm light, which formed a sharp contrast with the cold night outside the tent. In the center of the tent, a huge map was spread out on the table, with mountains, rivers, and cities all outlined with delicate strokes, as if the situation of the entire world was condensed here.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps. The news of Tulai's defeat came like a gust of wind, not only shocking Duoduo, but even Hauge, who was in a drunken state, was sobered up by the sudden news, and the drunkenness disappeared in an instant.

"What? We were attacked by the Ming army's infantry?" Duoduo's voice was filled with disbelief. He paced back and forth in the tent, his figure flickering under the swaying lights, and he looked extremely anxious. Since the rise of cavalry, has it ever been seen that infantry can attack cavalry? This simply overturned common sense on the battlefield.

"Where is the scout? Let him in!" Duoduo's command was like thunder, shaking the air in the tent. Soon, a scout was dragged in by two Eight Banners soldiers. His armor was gone, and his buttocks were covered in blood. He was obviously fleeing all the way and was in a miserable state. Duoduo's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He stared at the scout, asked about the details of what happened, and then sat in silence for a long time, like a silent mountain, making it impossible for people to peek into his inner waves.

After thinking for a moment, Duoduo slammed the table with such force that the tea set on the table shook and the tea splashed everywhere. "Zhu Fenghui is such a cunning guy!" His words were filled with anger and admiration for his opponent.

"Uncle Ten, what happened?" Hauge couldn't help asking, his eyes full of confusion and curiosity. Tulai and Aobai also looked at Duoduo, their eyes full of confusion and puzzlement, as if they were in a fog and couldn't find a way out.

Duoduo stood up, took four wine glasses from the table and placed them on the table. There were already five wine glasses on the table. Under the gaze of everyone, Duoduo pushed the wine glasses forward, and every movement seemed so steady and powerful, as if what he held in his hands were not wine glasses, but thousands of troops on the battlefield. "The first time the Ming army went out of the city, there were 1,500 people, right?" His voice was calm and deep, like an undercurrent under the ice.

"Yes!" everyone answered in unison, their eyes flashing with a gleam of curiosity, eager to find the answer to failure from Duoduo's words.

"When they came back, they used flags and horses as cover and hid their infantry on the roadside, in the grass, and behind the mounds." After saying this, Tudor pushed the four wine glasses back to their original positions, leaving only one wine glass to the side. His every movement seemed to depict a silent battle, making people involuntarily immersed in it.

He continued, "The Ming army used the same strategy when they went out of the city a second time, hiding their infantry in invisible places again. When they went out for the third time, they only used cavalry to confuse you, and the rest of the infantry used bird guns to launch a sneak attack. After they succeeded, they immediately retreated and placed grenades on the ground. This is why you failed!" Duoduo's words were like a sharp blade, analyzing every detail of the battle, making it impossible to refute.

Hauge suddenly understood, as if the fog in front of him had been cleared away, and everything became clear. "So that's how it is, everything is clear." He spoke with a sense of relief and admiration for Duoduo's wisdom.

"But... why didn't we see the Ming army lighting the fuse of the muskets?" Tulai's voice was filled with reluctance and confusion, as if this question had been bothering him and he couldn't let it go.

Duoduo sighed, his eyes flickering with helplessness and worry about the technological progress of the Ming army. "I've heard that the Ming army's Ministry of Industry has created a bird gun that doesn't require an open flame to ignite, but I didn't expect to encounter it today. When you were cleaning up the battlefield, did you see any abandoned bird guns?" His words were heavy, as if this question was related to the direction of the entire battle.

Everyone shook their heads, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, as if they were in an unknown world and unable to find a way out.

Duoduo looked at Tulai and Aobai and sighed, "The plan you set up to lure the enemy was almost swallowed up by Zhu Fenghui. On the other hand, Zhu Fenghui attacked three times and finally led you into the trap." There was some regret in his voice, as well as some admiration for his opponent.

At this time, Tulai and Aobai finally understood the reason for their failure. They knelt on the ground with gloomy expressions, as if they were carrying a heavy burden. "We started off badly, resulting in innocent casualties. Let the Tenth Prince deal with us." There was some determination in their voices, as well as some awe for Duoduo.

Without waiting for Duoduo to speak, Haoge pleaded for them: "Please forgive Tulai and Aobai, Uncle Tenth Prince. They sent troops to undermine the morale of the Ming army. This is understandable and they should not be punished." There was some earnestness in his voice, as well as some protection for Tulai and Aobai.

"Moreover, the war is imminent, and this is the time to use people. Please, Uncle Tenth Prince, let them make up for their crimes and make up for their crimes with meritorious service." Hauge's words were filled with wisdom and keen insight into the battlefield situation.

Duoduo frowned slightly, dissatisfied with Haoge's behavior. This move not only won the hearts of Tulai and Aobai, but also had the intention of winning over the Zhenghuang and Xianghuang Banners, which was really a plan to kill two birds with one stone. There was a bit of coldness in his eyes, and he also had some insight into Haoge's thoughts.

After a moment's thought, Duoduo stood up and personally helped Tulai and Aobai up: "You two, victory and defeat are common in the military. Besides, strategy is better than tactics, bravery is better than daring, and wisdom is better than hiding. Zhu Fenghui is both wise and brave. How can he win by bravery alone?" There was some comfort in his voice, as well as a deep understanding of battlefield wisdom.

"Well, since the war is imminent, let's put this matter aside for now. I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself with meritorious service later. How about that?" Duoduo's words were full of generosity and expectations for the future.

"Thank you, Your Highness the Tenth Prince!" Tulai and Aobai knelt down again excitedly, their eyes full of gratitude and awe, as if Duoduo's words had given them hope for a new life.

Duoduo glanced at Haoge and smiled slightly. The smile was full of deep meaning, as well as a warning and caution to Haoge. He knew that this battle was not only a test for the Ming army, but also a baptism of internal power struggle.

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The next morning, just as the sky was turning pale, Zhu Fenghui was awakened by the soldiers guarding the city: "Lord Yan, the Jiannu have begun to gather." The soldier's voice was a little hurried, and also contained some nervousness about the war.

Zhu Fenghui hurriedly stood up and took the hot porridge handed to him by his personal guard. The temperature of the porridge passed through the bowl wall to his palm, as if a warm current flowed into his heart. He picked up the clairvoyance and looked outside the city, his eyes flashing with a bit of determination and calmness.

To the east and south of the city, the Jiannu army was gathering. Some cavalrymen hid in the distance, guarding other directions; others took digging tools, dismounted and began to dig. Their movements were swift and powerful, like a group of industrious ants building their own nest.

"Master Yan, I have reheated the lamb shanks from last night, please try it!" Ding Yi stood aside in military uniform, persuading Zhu Fenghui. His voice was filled with concern and deep affection for his comrades.

Zhu Fenghui shook his head, his eyes fixed on the Jiannu formation outside the city, as if he wanted to take in every detail. "What are the Jiannu doing?" His words were a bit solemn, but also had a keen insight into the battlefield situation.

Ding Yi took a bite of the lamb leg, put it next to the battlement of the city wall, and looked out with his telescope. "They are digging trenches." His voice was full of curiosity and nervousness about the war.

"Trough?" Zhu Fenghui frowned slightly, as if he was particularly sensitive to this word.

"Yes," Zhu Fenghui nodded. "In the battles of Dalinghhe and Songjin, the Jiannu used this method to encircle and attack the reinforcements, defeating more than 100,000 elite troops of our army and forcing Hong Chengchou and Zu Dashou to surrender." There was a heaviness in his voice, as if that period of history was still vivid in his mind.

In the Battle of Songjin, the Jiannu dug a trench several dozen miles long, eight feet deep, twelve feet wide at the top, and so narrow at the bottom that it was only wide enough for toes. Horses could not cross it, and people could not climb up. Those who fell in had no place to stand and could not get up. It was a barrier of death that separated the Ming army from victory.

With this trench as a barrier, the Jiannu only needed a small number of troops to guard against the besieged enemy and then mobilized the army to the front line to fight with the Ming army's support troops. They used this tactic of besieging and attacking the reinforcements to defeat the elite troops of the Ming army in the nine borders. From then on, the Ming lost all the cities in Liaodong, leaving only Ningyuan, an isolated city.

"Ah?" Ding Yi felt a chill, as if the chill of history had penetrated the barrier of time and pierced his heart. "This... the Jiannu want to repeat the Battle of Songjin?" His voice was filled with a bit of fear and a bit of fear of the unknown.

"No!" Zhu Fenghui took a sip of the hot porridge, and the temperature of the porridge seemed to give him infinite strength. "The Battle of Songjin lasted for two years. The Jiannu did not have so much time and patience to enter the pass this time." His voice was firm and had a deep understanding of the battlefield situation.

"They do this, firstly, to intimidate our army, and secondly..." Zhu Fenghui took another sip of porridge and said slowly: "The Art of War says that war is the art of deception! The Jiannu want to use this trick to confuse us." There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, as if he had seen through the Jiannu's conspiracy.

"Uh... I still don't understand their intentions!" Ding Yi scratched his head. When he reached out to grab the lamb leg, he found that it was gone. He was stunned for a moment, and then he found that the

The Jiannu had three methods of attacking the city: climbing the city wall, chiseling the wall, and piling up the earth. Among these three methods, climbing the city wall was undoubtedly the most commonly used. The soldiers were like nimble fish, using the cover of the ladder to quickly reach the bottom of the city wall, and rushed up one after another. Their figures flickered in the morning light, like unyielding dragons, risking their lives to climb the towering city wall.

As for chiseling the wall, this method is quite similar to that adopted by Li Zicheng, both of which intend to make the solid wall collapse under heavy blows, thus opening a gap for the army to rush into the city and seize victory. This method requires great patience and perseverance, because the solidity of the wall is often beyond imagination, but the Jiannu soldiers never lack such determination.

Piling up earth to attack a city is a more primitive but equally effective method. It is mainly used to attack small cities, and two conditions must be met: first, there is no wood near the city wall, so it is impossible to use local materials to make siege tools; second, the city wall must be made of stone, which is extremely hard and cannot be easily penetrated. Piling up earth to attack a city requires soldiers to carry bags of earth. They brave the artillery fire and dense arrows like raindrops from the top of the city, and use human sea tactics to pile bags of earth into mountains. Or they can dig the earth directly on the ground and make the earth mountain as high as the city wall, so that people and horses can cross the city wall like a flood and pour into the city. However, the losses of this method are often huge, so after the Jiannu got the artillery, they rarely used this method with huge sacrifices.

At this time, Duoduo was riding on a warhorse, like a god of war, with trumpeters and artillerymen standing on both sides of him. When the southeast wind blew, the flags fluttered, like the cloak of the god of war. Duoduo took up his clairvoyance and carefully observed the city wall of Xuanfu Town. His eyes shuttled through the crowd and finally found Zhu Fenghui. The big flag with the word "Yan" fluttered in the wind, and under it stood a young man in his twenties. He had a thin face, was gentle and refined, and exuded a scholarly aura, which formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding generals.

Duoduo put away his clairvoyance and said to Haoge beside him: "That man is Zhu Fenghui." Haoge also picked up the clairvoyance and took a look. He sneered and said: "I didn't expect this man is so young. How dare Lin Xiaofeng hand over Xuanfu Town to him?" Duoduo glanced at Haoge, his tone carrying a hint of unquestionable majesty: "Underestimating the enemy is a taboo in military strategy! Last night, Tulai and Oboi lost more than 60 lives in vain because they underestimated the enemy." Haoge wanted to refute, but was speechless and could only accept Duoduo's lesson silently.

Although Duoduo was only 22 years old, he had already been named Prince of Yu. This was not only because he was the younger brother of Huang Taiji, but also because of his outstanding military exploits. Emperor Qianlong praised him as "the most meritorious among the founding kings." The title of Prince of Yu was hereditary. He was one of the eight iron-hat princes in the early Qing Dynasty. This honor and status was earned by Duoduo with countless military exploits and sweat.

At this time, Duoduo ordered loudly: "Pass the order, the army in the east of the city pretends to attack, and the main force will attack the southern city wall of Xuanfu Town. After two quarters of an hour, when the central army's cannon sounds, we will attack the city together! The first person to climb the city wall, I will give him a hereditary position and reward him with a thousand taels of silver!" The so-called first climber is the first person to climb the city wall during the siege. They are not afraid of death, wearing two or even three layers of armor, and are called death soldiers in the Eight Banners Army. Their existence is to open a gap for the army at a critical moment.

"Yes!" The messenger rode his horse and quickly delivered the order. Two quarters of an hour later, Duoduo received the messenger's report, and he immediately shouted: "Raise the troops to attack the city!" Woo! Boom! The horns and cannons sounded one after another, and the Eight Banners troops slowly advanced towards the city wall of Xuanfu Town. Their steps were firm and powerful, as if every step was on the road to victory. The trench bridge echelon rushed to the front. This giant floating bridge requires dozens of people to push together to move. It is like a moving bridge, sending the soldiers safely to the bottom of the city wall. There is a huge wooden shield on each side of the trench bridge. The shield is wrapped with four or five layers of cowhide, and the outside is wrapped with wet quilts, dripping with water. These hundreds of Eight Banners soldiers are wearing two or even multiple layers of armor, hiding behind the shields and pushing the trench bridge forward. Their figures under the shields look so tenacious.

Next to the trench bridge was a ladder team, followed by hundreds of Eight Banner soldiers, holding various weapons and protective gear, ready to climb the city wall under the cover of the ladder. Their eyes were full of determination and resolution, as if they had seen the light of victory.

Under Zhu Fenghui's watchful eyes, the fourth echelon covered by the flags finally began to move. Zhu Fenghui observed carefully with a clairvoyance in his hand, his eyes revealing a calm and wise look. As the flags waved, the first to appear were horse-drawn carriages and ox-drawn carts, covered with red cloth, heavy, and no one knew what was inside. Because the weight of the things on the carts was different, some only needed one ox to pull, while others were so heavy that they needed five or six oxen to pull together. These vehicles were undoubtedly the secret weapons of the Jiannu, and their appearance made Zhu Fenghui feel a little uneasy.

Under the command of the Eight Banners soldiers, these vehicles were divided into two groups, one heading east and the other heading south, following the ladders from a distance. Their appearance undoubtedly brought new challenges to the defense of Xuanfu Town.

At this time, Lieutenant General of the Fifth Army Camp had just woken up. He walked to Zhu Fenghui with a bowl of porridge and said, "Governor Yan, are you going to defend the south or the east of the city?" Lin Xiaofeng was worried that Zhu Fenghui could not defend the city alone, so he sent Lieutenant General of the Fifth Army Camp to take orders. Zhu Fenghui did not answer immediately, but looked at the battlefield that was about to unfold in the distance. He already had his own plan in mind.

"Lieutenant General Li, please observe the situation first." Zhu Fenghui said calmly. Lieutenant General Li picked up the telescope and looked into the distance for a while, then asked: "Governor Yan, what do you think are loaded on these cars?" There was a hint of curiosity and nervousness in his tone.

"Cannon!" Zhu Fenghui blurted out, "Did you see those carts that needed five or six oxen to pull them? Those must be red cannons." His tone revealed an unquestionable firmness.

"But." Lieutenant General Li looked confused, "If it is a cannon, why did the Jiannu cover it with cloth? Isn't this unnecessary?" He was speaking from his heart and was very puzzled by the Jiannu's behavior.

Zhu Fenghui smiled and explained, "The equipment of the Jiannu army came from the Ming army, and he knew all the types of equipment of the Ming army. The only equipment that can attack cities and kill enemies is the trebuchet. However, the trebuchet is bulky and tall, which is inconvenient to transport over long distances, and there is often a problem of insufficient materials when using local materials. What's worse is that the range of the trebuchet is too short, and it is a sitting duck in front of the artillery. So by the time of Lin Xiaofeng, except for a few cities that were still equipped with trebuchets for defense, most cities relied on artillery for defense. The Jiannu covered the artillery with cloth, undoubtedly to conceal their true intentions and make it impossible for us to accurately judge their firepower configuration."

Lieutenant General Li suddenly understood what Zhu Fenghui had said. He pointed at the moving horse-drawn and ox-drawn carts and asked, "Governor Yan, we are counting one cannon per cart. Can you count how many cannons there are?" His tone was filled with a hint of nervousness and anticipation.

Zhu Fenghui smiled slightly, his eyes revealing wisdom and calmness. He pointed to the vehicles in the distance and said, "Lieutenant General Li, can you count how many red cannons are on those vehicles pulled by four oxen?" His tone was filled with unquestionable majesty.

After counting them as quickly as possible, Lieutenant General Li said in shock, "At least thirty." There was a tremor in his tone, and he was obviously shocked by the number of Jiannu's artillery.

Unlike Lieutenant General Li's shock, Zhu Fenghui said calmly: "In the Battle of Song Mountain in the 14th year of our dynasty, this battle was a crucial battle for both our army and the Jiannu. At that time, the Jiannu deployed 30 red cannons at one time." There was a heaviness of history in his tone, as if he had returned to that war-torn era.

Lieutenant General Li was suddenly moved and said hastily, "That means that by the fourteenth year of our dynasty, the Jiannu could only use thirty or forty red-haired cannons?" There was a hint of anxiety and expectation in his tone, as if he wanted to find a glimmer of hope of victory from Zhu Fenghui's words.

"Yes, I think so." Zhu Fenghui nodded and continued, "Although the Jiannu can also manufacture red cannons, the number will not be too large. And if I were Dorgon, I would definitely not bring so many red cannons into the country because they are too heavy and have no maneuverability at all." His tone was filled with the wisdom and calmness of a strategist, as if he had already seen the future of the battlefield.

"The most crucial thing is," Zhu Fenghui pointed at the ox carts in the distance and said, "Although both teams of ox carts are moving relatively slowly, the ox carts heading east seem to be much more relaxed, while the ox carts heading south seem to be struggling." There was an unquestionable firmness in his tone, as if he had already seen the main attack direction of the Jiannu.

"I understand!" Lieutenant General Li picked up the Clairvoyance and said fiercely: "The main attack direction of the Jiannu this time is the South City!" His tone was filled with the heroism and determination of a warrior, as if he was ready to fight a decisive battle with the Jiannu.

Zhu Fenghui nodded and said, "Then please trouble Lieutenant General Li to guard the east city wall and I will guard the south city wall." There was an unquestionable majesty in his tone, as if he had already taken control of the entire battlefield situation in his own hands.

Without waiting for Lieutenant General Li to agree, Zhu Fenghui ordered again: "Ding Yi, bring your Rumi gunners with me! Zhang Feng, quickly transport half of the artillery in the east of the city to the south of the city." His tone was hurried and nervous, as if he had seen the upcoming fierce battle. His heart was full of determination and faith. He believed that as long as they held the city wall, they would be able to resist the attack of the Jiannu and protect the city and the people in it.

On the towering wall of the southern city of Xuanfu Town, Zhu Fenghui was heroic and upright, his left hand tightly grasping the bow handle, and his right hand firmly holding a sharp arrow, like an unshakable statue of the god of war. Facing the Jiannu army surging like a tide, his face showed no fear, only perseverance and determination. The sun shone on his resolute face, reflecting an unyielding light.

He shouted loudly, his voice piercing the sky and echoing on the city wall: "My fellow brothers, we live in this chaotic world, we should put the country first and the people first. The Jiannu invaded, they plundered our people, robbed our money and food, and killed our relatives and friends. Our homes are being ravaged, and our loved ones are suffering!"

"Today's battle is not only for national hatred, but also for our family feud. His Majesty has ordered that for every Jiannu killed, a reward of ten taels of silver will be given!" His voice was passionate and firm, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

"In this battle, we are fighting to repay the emperor's grace and to save the common people. Brothers, we will never retreat in today's battle!" His words ignited everyone's fighting spirit like a raging fire, and there was a raging flame of war in every soldier's eyes.

As soon as these words came out, the morale of the entire army in Xuanfu Town was greatly boosted. Killing one enemy would earn them a reward of ten taels of silver. Although they had to share it with their brothers, it was still a generous reward, enough for their families to live a stable life. This reward was not only a material incentive, but also a recognition of their heroic efforts.

"We will not retreat until we die!" On the southern wall, the Ming army shouted in unison, their voices shaking the earth. In their eyes, those who attacked the city were no longer slaves, but silver, the peace of their families, and the future of their country.

"We will never retreat until we die!" On the east city wall, the shouts of the Ming army, led by Lieutenant General Li, were equally earth-shaking. They intertwined with the shouts from the south city wall, forming an unstoppable force.

However, before the Ming army had finished shouting, the Jiannu army had already launched a charge. The artillery soldiers were at the forefront of the charge. They drove horse-drawn and ox-drawn carts, risking their lives to enter the range of the cannons and set up artillery positions as quickly as possible. Their faces were full of determination and resoluteness, as if they were making a life-and-death gamble.

Zhu Fenghui's eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He immediately ordered the messenger: "Pass the order down. The Red Cannon and the Divine Power General Cannon should fire at the enemy's artillery positions together. We must respond to their charge with the roar of artillery!"

The messenger was stunned, but immediately delivered the order. He knew that Zhu Fenghui's orders were always carried out as promised.

boom!
Two Red Cannons and eight Shenwei General Cannons fired at the same time, and the artillery fire poured out like thunder. The moment the cannons were fired, the sky seemed to darken, and the earth and the city walls trembled. This was the most powerful firearm of this era. A round of salvos not only killed a large number of enemies, but also boosted the morale of the army and shocked the enemy.

Ten iron projectiles were fired at the same time, cutting through the sky with destructive force. Since the range of the artillery and the landing point of the shells had been measured in advance, the hit rate of the first round of artillery was very high. Two of the ten projectiles hit the enemy's position, and one of them directly hit a red cannon, destroying it. The fire of the explosion was reflected in the eyes of every soldier.

However, the Jiannu artillerymen were not affected. They used sand bags to build defenses in front of the artillery, while quickly unloading the carts, adjusting the angle of the artillery, and loading gunpowder. Their movements were swift and orderly, as if they were performing a precise ritual.

When the Jiannu artillery began to move, their infantry also began to charge. They had to rush to the bottom of the city wall in the shortest time to reduce the damage of the artillery. Their figures surged on the battlefield like a tide, carrying an unstoppable force.

When the red cannons on the city wall were reloaded, the Jiannu siege troops had already entered the range of other artillery. Their figures shuttled through the artillery fire, as if performing a dance of life and death.

Zhu Fenghui calmly gave the order: "The Red Cannon only needs to suppress the enemy's artillery positions and does not need to participate in other battles. Other artillery are not allowed to fire without my order." His voice was calm and firm, as if everything was under his control.

"Ah?" Not only the herald officer was surprised, Ding Yi and Zhang Feng were also stunned. They didn't understand why Zhu Fenghui chose to keep the artillery silent at such a critical moment.

Ding Yi hurriedly asked: "Lord Yan, why don't you fire? This is the best time to attack the enemy!" His face was full of anxiety and confusion.

"Wait!" Zhu Fenghui did not explain, but just stared at the Jiannu's charging team with narrowed eyes. There was a deep light in his eyes, as if he was seeing through every detail of the battlefield.

"Not good!" Duoduo, who was watching the battle from a distance, clenched his fists, his face full of anxiety and uneasiness, "The Ming army didn't even fire at this distance! They must have some conspiracy!"

"What's wrong? It's a good thing that no artillery fire!" Hauge looked confused. He couldn't understand Duoduo's anxiety and uneasiness.

He thought that there were two reasons why the Ming army did not fire: one was that they were so frightened that they forgot to fire, and the other was that most of the artillery had been moved to the east wall and there was no time to move it to the south. However, he did not know that behind Zhu Fenghui's silence, there was a deadly trap hidden.

Duoduo had no time to despise Haoge. He jumped out of the mound and rushed to the direction of the siege reserve. He wanted to adjust the battle plan according to the actual situation, because it would take too much time to convey the order through the messenger. His figure flashed across the battlefield like a flash of lightning, carrying a breath of determination.

Seeing this, the herald and other personal soldiers immediately followed. They knew that Tudor's actions must be of great significance, and they must follow closely and be ready to execute his orders at any time.

At this time, the Jiannu's siege vanguard troops had rushed to a place four or five hundred meters away from the city wall. Their figures surged on the battlefield like a tide, carrying an unstoppable force. However, they did not know that a fatal disaster was waiting for them.

"Master Yan, what are you waiting for?" Ding Yi asked anxiously, holding the Rumi gun. His heart was full of doubts and uneasiness, and he didn't understand why Zhu Fenghui chose to keep the artillery silent at such a critical moment.

The range of the Ming army's artillery varied. Except for the Red Cannon, most of the artillery had a range of 300 to 500 meters. Under normal circumstances, the artillery should have been fired at this time. However, now, the artillery remained silent, as if waiting for something.

"Have the artillery positions been raised?" Zhu Fenghui did not answer Ding Yi's question, but asked instead. His voice was calm and firm, as if everything was under his control.

"It's raised!" Although Ding Yi didn't understand why, he still answered honestly. He knew that every order from Zhu Fenghui had far-reaching significance, and he only needed to execute it.

"That's good!" Zhu Fenghui used his clairvoyance to scan the Jiannu's red cannon positions, and then looked at the charging infantry. His eyes revealed a deep light, as if he was seeing through every detail of the battlefield.

"Pass the order, when the enemy approaches two hundred steps (three hundred meters), all artillery will be loaded with large solid bullets and fired at the wheels of the trench bridge. Then switch to paper-wrapped bullets (projectiles wrapped in paper can be fired at a negative angle), and after the enemy has built the trench bridge, fire at the ladders crossing the bridge!" His voice was calm and firm, and every word revealed unquestionable majesty.

"When the enemy enters seventy steps, the Rumi musketeers will fire in unison! Remember, you must fire in unison!" There was a sense of determination in his voice, as if he was making a life-and-death gamble.

"When the enemy approaches within fifty steps, the rest of the muskets, falconets, and bows and crossbows can fire freely!" His voice was full of confidence and determination, as if everything was under his control.

"In addition, kerosene, tung oil, and rolling logs and stones must be prepared!" His voice revealed an unquestionable majesty, as if he was declaring his determination to heaven and earth.

boom!
The soldier operating the artillery lit the fuse, and solid iron balls rushed out of the barrel and shot towards the charging Jiannu army. The artillery fire poured out like thunder, carrying the power of destruction.

With the level of the Ming army's artillery, it was not easy to hit a moving target with a solid bullet. After all, the projectile was so small, and the damage was mainly caused by kinetic energy. However, under the blessing of absolute numbers, the wheels of two of the eight trench bridges were broken. The flames of the explosion were reflected in the eyes of every soldier, and their faces were full of fear and despair.

The rest of the bullets were fired into the crowd, and blood mist rose instantly. The Eight Banners soldiers who were hit by the shells had no time to cry out in pain, and were directly sent back to their hometown to see their ancestors. Their bodies exploded in the artillery fire, turning into pieces of bloody and blurred flesh. Unfortunately, because the formation was not tight, the casualties were limited. But even so, the Jiannu's charge speed suddenly slowed down.

After the wheels of the trench bridge were broken, the attacking team's charge slowed down. There were no spare wheels on the battlefield, and even if there were, there was no time to replace them. They were filled with anxiety and uneasiness, not knowing how to deal with this sudden change.

"Charge! Fight the Ming army!" Led by two assistant commanders, they lifted up the trench bridge with all their strength, roared, and rushed towards the moat with heavy steps. Their figures surged on the battlefield like a tide, carrying an unstoppable force. However, they did not know that a fatal disaster was waiting for them.

Bang bang bang!
Ding Yi's Rumi gun opened fire. This was the Ming army's bird gun with the longest range and the greatest power. The artillery fire poured out like thunder, carrying the power of destruction.

Even wearing double armor, they could not resist the power of the Lumi gun. Double armor was heavy, and the bridge made them slower. The Eight Banner soldiers holding the bridge became sitting ducks and were easily caught by Ding Yi's Lumi gun.