Under the supervision of the Soviet guerrillas, the gunners of the artillery battalion also gritted their teeth and fought back hard. The two sides fought back and forth in a lively manner.

On a high ground outside the range of the artillery, Zuo Liangyu slowly put down the telescope in his hand and said with some depression: "I didn't expect that there are artillery in the western suburbs camp. It seems that this old man Hong Chengchou is here."

I left a hand behind when I left!"

At this time, Zuo Liangyu was very depressed. He originally thought that with the dozens of artillery pieces he collected from everywhere, he would be able to blast through their camp gates with a burst of bombardment at the western suburbs camp. Then with his own

The army's numerical superiority wiped out the defenders inside in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, the western suburbs camp also brought out artillery and started a bombardment with them without showing any signs of weakness.

Seeing his artillery pieces being damaged one by one in the artillery battle with the opponent, Zuo Liangyu's heart kept twitching. These artillery pieces were the property he had accumulated with great difficulty. If they were all destroyed now, he would feel heartbroken.

Death is not an option.

Zuo Yuqing, who had been observing Zuo Liangyu's face carefully, saw what he was thinking, and quickly stepped forward to persuade: "Father, as long as we can completely wipe out the artillery battalion inside, we can let the soldiers attack as much as they want.

, if we successfully eliminate the thorn in our side that Mr. Hong left in our eyes, how many artillery pieces will we want in the future?"

"Yes!" Zuo Liangyu then thought about it. As long as this nail left by Hong Chengchou can be eliminated, who else in the south of the Yangtze River would dare to block his way? The artillery battalion has nothing to fear. As long as there is money, it is afraid of not having artillery. It can be rebuilt.

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Thinking of this, Zuo Liangyu didn't care about the artillery here. He turned around and said to the messenger behind him: "Hurry up and order the artillery camp to fire for me, and level the western suburbs camp for me!"

The rumbling sound of artillery continued for half an hour. After destroying the last artillery in the western suburbs camp, Zuo Liangyu's artillery camp was left with only three or four red cannons. And these few red cannons

Because of the continuous firing and being forcibly cooled down by the gunner with cold water, cracks appeared, and it was about to be scrapped.

Zuo Liangyu didn't care about the loss of the artillery battalion. After seeing that no more artillery fire was fired from the opponent, he roared and shouted: "Come here! Give me a full-scale attack! Rush in and kill them all!"

Following Zuo Liangyu's order, countless soldiers wearing red mandarin duck jackets swarmed towards the military camp under the supervision of officers.

Facing the swarming soldiers, rows of archers suddenly stood up on the wooden wall of the western suburbs military camp. They were either holding long bows and pointed their cold arrows at the soldiers rushing towards them.

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"put!"

"Swish swish..."

Countless arrowheads flew into the distance in arcs and landed on the heads of the densely packed soldiers in front. Many soldiers fell to the ground after being hit by arrows, but more soldiers kept rushing forward under the orders of the officers behind them.

Come here, for a while, the sound of killings in this camp was loud and blood flowed like rivers...

While Zuo Liangyu and Ding Qun were fighting to the death, Hong Chengchou's fleet, which was rushing back, had already arrived near Yangzhou Mansion.

The sails and fishing boats were raised from time to time on the river. The weather and scenery in August were beautiful, and it was also a good time for literati to express their emotions. However, at this time, Hong Chengchou was in no mood to do these elegant things that he had loved so much in the past.

thing.

At this time, his heart was completely attracted by what happened in Jinling and the capital.

Looking away from the distance, Hong Chengchou turned around silently, only to see Cao Huachun, a white-haired eunuch, standing behind him with a letter in his hand. Cao Huachun saw Hong Chengchou turn around.

He handed the letter to him and said softly: "Master Hong, this is the latest news from the capital sent by Dongchang!"

"News from the capital?"

Hong Chengchou looked at Cao Huachun in surprise. This eunuch who was very loyal to Chongzhen seemed to have aged ten years in the past few days. His originally well-maintained face had become pale and his forehead had some wrinkles. But it was time.

Today, he, the governor of the East Factory, could still receive news from the capital, which shows that he still has some energy in the capital.

After receiving the letter, Hong Chengchou looked at it, and his already gloomy face turned even sadder.

"Yang Guozhu, the commander-in-chief of the Xuanfu, announced his response to the emperor's decision to abdicate the throne, and was preparing to send envoys to the capital to congratulate him and honor Pang Gang as the emperor. Wu Sangui, the commander-in-chief of Shanhaiguan, and Zu Dashou, the commander-in-chief of Guanning, did not express any position on the emperor's decision to abdicate.

..... Wang Pu, the commander-in-chief of Shanxi Province, privately sent an envoy to the capital to express his congratulations..."

"boom....."

There was a sound, and Hong Chengchou's fist hit the wooden railing beside him. With his face red, he cursed angrily: "These traitors without kings and fathers are now ogling Pang Gang. They think Pang Gang is sitting there."

After taking over the world, will we be able to eat their good fruits?"

After a long time, Cao Huachun on the side said quietly: "Supervisor Hong, we have to rely on ourselves for the current plan. Hurry up and order the fleet to speed up and return to Jinling!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!