While Jirgalang was making a furious, Zhu Cilang was also shouting loudly.

"Put this hard shot, don't worry about anything else, just load it and give him a saturation blow!"

Zhu Cilang had already known that Wu Sangui's request for help was sooner or later, so in order not to expose the existence of the system, he also placed twenty cannons and ten thousand shells in a warehouse in the camp two days ago.

After discovering that the situation was not good, Zhu Cilang was asking for help from someone to pull the cannon, and Wu Sangui's request for help came.

Immediately afterwards, these twenty red cannons came in handy.

Wu Sangui stood beside Zhu Cilang, and the expression on his face was very wonderful.

On the one hand, Wu Sangui was very shameful inside. He vowed two days ago that he would never ask Zhu Cixuan for help, but he had to ask Zhu Cixuan for support without even twenty-four hours.

On the other hand, Wu Sangui was also very shocked. He looked at the twenty red cannons in front of him and was a little doubtful about his life.

According to Wu Sangui's knowledge, all the red and barbarian cannons in the entire Ming Dynasty are probably less than twenty. Why are there twenty red and barbarian cannons here?

The Red Barbarian cannon, as the name suggests, is the cannon sold by the "Red Barbarian" Portuguese. At this stage, Portugal was fighting with Spain to not repair it, and a new Dutch came to Taiwan, so the Portuguese could sell everything in order to survive, just to gain the support of the Ming Dynasty to allow them to gain a foothold in Macau.

But the Portuguese in Macau are limited after all, where did so many cannons come from?

Wu Sangui's lips moved and wanted to ask, but when he looked at Zhu Cixuan, he still silently closed his mouth.

Just in front of Wu Sangui, twenty red cannons had been loaded, the gunner ignited the fuse and then quickly retreated.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, shells shot out from the barrel, accurately crossing the wall and landing outside the city.

Zhu Cilang nodded with satisfaction and then began to command: "Raise the gun head here, yes, higher, okay. I lower the gun over there. I can't lower it anymore. If it's better, it's going to hit the city wall!"

Zhu Cilang is also very busy. After launching, the position and muzzle of each red cannon will be more or less offset, and it needs to be re-corrected.

Normally, of course, we have to get these cannons to the wall. The problem is that the battle situation is urgent now, and the Ming army has no time at all.

If an ordinary artillery operates here, he will probably make mistakes in a hurry, but Zhu Cixuan has the S-level artillery skills given by the system. He is so skillful when commanding, and it is impossible to make any mistakes.

After all, Wu Sangui had been fighting with the Qing Dynasty for many years, so he naturally had a little understanding of artillery knowledge. He was stunned by the side for a moment and thought to himself: "I didn't expect that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had such advanced artillery skills. It was as if he had been born with the cannon!"

Wu Sangui asked himself that if he was asked to command, not to mention that every gun was so accurate, he was able to issue orders neatly so that these cannons would not explode!

At this moment, Wu Sangui suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Comparing people with others is so annoying.

Not only cannons, under the command of Li Guozhen, the 30,000 main forces of the Ming army who had originally camped behind the pass were also continuously rushing to the pass wall to help defend.

The 30,000 Ming troops have been resting for two days and are already eager to fight. In addition, they are new forces. As soon as they come up, they fiercely rushed in. Cooperating with the twenty red cannons that have been firing continuously, they instantly suppressed the Qing soldiers who had fought fiercely for a day yesterday.

Seeing the numerous Qing soldiers' bodies not remaining under the bombardment of artillery shells and killed by the Ming army's counterattack, Jiergalang's heart was extremely angry.

"These Ming dogs look really capable!" When they spoke, Jirgalang was completely gritting his teeth and extremely ferocious.

The casualties now are all serious soldiers of the Eight Banners of Manchuria. The population of the Eight Banners of Manchuria is only a few hundred thousand. Today, hundreds of deaths here can prevent Jierharang from hurting?

Jirgalang roared: "The enemy's artillery fire is so fierce. Where are our red cannons? Didn't they have already been allowed to go up long ago, why isn't they in place yet!"

The Qing generals present looked at each other, but they didn't know why the Red Barbarian Cannons had not yet arrived?

Mandahai stood up and said in a deep voice: "Prince Zheng, don't worry, I'll go and have a look!"

Jirgalang focused heavily and said coldly: "In half an hour, I will see our red cannons shooting into Shanhaiguan!"

Mandahai galloped away.

In Shanhaiguan, good news is coming.

"All the Jiannu who killed the wall have been repelled!"

"The Jiannu under the wall was bombarded by our cannons and had no way to go to the sky and the earth!"

"Jiannu seems to be starting to shake and is about to retreat!"

Listening to the news one by one, Wu Sangui's expression was very complicated, and he felt mixed feelings in his heart.

It is of course a good thing to defeat Jiannu.

But the problem is that Jiannu only repelled after Zhu Cixuan led the army to fully intervene and support. In other words, all the main contributions have to be attributed to Zhu Cixuan and Xiangcheng Bo Li Guozhen, and basically nothing happened to Wu Sangui.

It would be fine if there was no credit, but Wu Sangui's guards in Shanhaiguan in the past two days have suffered a very heavy loss. It is roughly estimated that at least 5,000 people under his command will be killed or injured, and at least 50,000 of the combat power will be reduced by at least 50,000%. Whether it can be rebuilt in the future will be still a matter of whether it can be rebuilt.

I spent a lot of effort working for a long time, but I didn’t have any contributions and suffered a lot of losses. How could Wu Sangui be happy?

At this moment, Wu Sangui suddenly heard a shout from Zhu Cilang.

"not good!"

Wu Sangui came to his senses and saw a...sole of the boot?

Before Wu Sangui could react, he was kicked several steps away by Zhu Cilang and lay directly on the ground.

Wu Sangui was shocked and angry. He was about to say something, but suddenly there was a bang and he held back all Wu Sangui's words.

The smoke and dust poured into Wu Sangui's mouth and nose, causing him to cough violently.

In just over a dozen seconds, the smoke and dust dissipated. Wu Sangui, who had stood up again, looked at the place where he was standing just now and couldn't speak.

A shell hit it right there and directly blasted a big pit.

Wu Sangui's body suddenly trembled. If Zhu Cilang hadn't kicked him, Wu Sangui would have lost his body now.

Someone patted Wu Sangui on the shoulder: "Is it okay?"

Wu Sangui heard that it was Zhu Cilang's voice and hurriedly said, "I, thank you for the prince for helping you!"

The facts are right in front of you. The Qing army has no more artillery available!

Jirgalang looked at this scene and was stunned.

At this moment, Prince Zheng of the Qing Dynasty thought a lot in his mind. His right hand clenched his fists tightly and his fingernails were about to penetrate the palm of his palm.

Finally, a Qing general spoke.

"Prince Zheng, let's... retreat."

Other Qing generals spoke one after another.

"Prince Zheng, I can't fight anymore."

"Yes, Prince Zheng, please withdraw."

The facts are right in front of you. Without the support of the Qing army's own artillery, the Ming army's artillery suppressed the Qing army too obvious, and the casualties caused were too heavy.

I really can't continue to fight!

Jirhalang was trembling all over. At this moment, he wanted to scream, roar, and draw his sword to have a life-and-death duel with the insidious and cunning Ming army commander behind the wall.

But he did nothing in the end and just sighed a long sigh.

"Everyone wants to withdraw, then... retreat."
Chapter completed!