Wu Sangui's face was a little ashen, and he endured it so he didn't have an attack.

Although he did not point to the Green Camp Pioneer to directly take down Kunming City, it was a bit beyond his expectations to be the current situation.

This was a big blow to the morale of the Qing army. If we could not adjust as soon as possible and let the fear of war spread among the army, the consequences would be extremely terrible.

As a veteran who has been through the battlefield, Wu Sangui certainly knows this.

He exchanged a glance with Zhao Butai, the general of the Southern Conquest, cleared his throat and ordered in a deep voice: "Every division will follow my orders and attack Kunming City. The first person to climb to the top of the city will reward 1,000 taels of silver. Those who capture the fake Ming emperor alive will reward 1,000 taels of silver."

The reward was generous. When the Qing soldiers heard it, they all had a glimmer of eyes, hoping to tear the pseudo-Ming Yongli Emperor apart now.

Seeing this, Zhao Butai continued to pretend to be dead and said in a harmonious voice: "I will pass on the orders of this general and the entire army will attack."

He and Wu Sangui are not in a superior and subordinate relationship, so they are not good at making direct orders, so they can only launch a joint attack in this way of ordering each other.

Of course, although both attack, there is always one to play the main force and the other to play the auxiliary.

Zhao Butai is able to recognize his position very well.

In his opinion, this main force should naturally be fought by Wu Sangui. He just needs to help him out with a little help.

After all, the lives of the flag soldiers are much more noble than those of Wu Sangui's family soldiers.

Wu Sangui didn't know what Zhao Butai was thinking, but he had no good idea except scolding the old thief in his heart.

People had to bow their heads under the eaves. From the moment he gave out Shanhaiguan, there was no turning back. They could only rely on others to swallow their anger.

Who said that Zhao Butai is a bannerman, and he is a Han Chinese?

He deserves to be the one who charges hard, and Zhao Butai is shaking the flag behind to pick peaches.

According to Wu Sangui's estimate, there will be no shortage of food in Kunming City.

Therefore, there is no future to fight a war of attrition. The Qing army will only waste itself to death. Blitzkrieg is the best way.

However, he was somewhat concerned about Li Dingguo Wu Sangui.

This son is a rare general of the Can Ming Dynasty, and his ability to lead troops to fight is superb.

With the back of the city and the main force, Li Dingguo will inevitably resist to the end.

This battle will be very tragic. But no matter how tragic, he must break the city.

Emperor Yongli's head is his best bargaining chip for promotion.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The Qing army began to launch another round of fierce attacks amid the rumbling drums.

The one who rushed to the front was still the cannon fodder Green Camp soldiers.

But this time, Wu Sangui's own soldiers followed closely behind these green camp soldiers to fight.

And behind the scenes are the flag soldiers under Zhao Butai.

The three Qing troops were like a tide.

"Kill me, climb to the top of the city and capture and kill the false emperor of the remnant Ming!"

"Famousness, wealth and honor are here!"

"For the Qing Dynasty!"

Although the Qing soldiers shouted slogans to enhance their courage, they were still a little scared.

After all, the scene just now was too tragic, which made people feel creepy.

They did not have any heavy siege equipment, and they could rely on the siege hammer made of the big trees they had just cut down.

Dozens of soldiers rushed under the city wall with siege rams, but unexpectedly a shell happened to land near them.

The shell exploded and debris shot into the bodies of Qing soldiers, and bursts of screams were heard.

But with a thud, the attacking ram fell to the ground, smashing the soles of several soldiers' feet to pieces.

During the previous wave of attacks, the Qing army had already set up some of the floating bridges. If they rushed over the floating bridge, they could launch an offensive against the city gate.

Seeing that he had just left dozens of steps but failed, Wu Sangui sighed lightly.

But the problem is not big. The Qing army used the human sea tactics, and a wave of failures could not change anything.

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"Your Majesty, the Donglu have crossed the moat and attacked the city gate."

Li Dingguo was always observing the situation on the battlefield. He found that some of the Qing troops had crossed the first line of defense. Although there were not many people, if they were allowed to gain a foothold, it would still be a great threat to the city gate.

Zhu Youlang sighed.

This is also impossible.

Although Prussian howitzers are powerful, they always have loading intervals.

The Qing army took advantage of this intermittent period to launch a fierce attack, and the Ming soldiers on the top of the city could only watch them cross the floating bridge.

What they have to do now is to defeat the Qing army and gain a foothold.

"Use grenades!"

Zhu Youlang took a deep breath and ordered in a deep voice.

Grenades are a field killer, and their effect is slightly inferior in defense of the city.

If the Qing army had not had broken through the Ming army's first line of defense, he wouldn't have wanted to use this killer weapon so soon.

The method of using grenades is very simple. Zhu Youlang has already introduced it to generals such as Li Dingguo.

Li Dingguo and others also taught to the soldiers.

With a command, the Ming army soldiers threw grenades at the Qing army under the city.

"Kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy!"

In fact, the Ming Dynasty once used similar earth grenades, but their lethality is far from comparable to that of Prussian grenades.

Grenades exploded in the crowd, causing blood and flesh to splatter.

"The demonic technique, Minggou has used the demonic technique!"

The Qing soldiers naturally had never seen such powerful objects. They were only the size of a punch, but they could blow people up.

What is this not a magic trick?

People in this era are still very superstitious, and when encountering things that cannot be explained by theory, they are often classified as magical powers and demons.

This is especially prevalent in the military.

If one person shouts out, hundreds of people will follow.

Soon the Qing army was in chaos, and the army that finally rushed to the city was scattered like a group of ants.

"Kill the enemy and serve the country!"

"It's time to serve the court!"

"Shoot, shoot arrow!"

The number of grenades is limited, so it is naturally impossible to use them to death, but are suppressed with the rain of arrows.

Cultivating an excellent archer is much more difficult than training a musketeer.

Nowadays, the Ming army archers at the top of Kunming City are all elite.

Not to mention the hundreds of steps, there is no problem in hitting the target at such a close distance.

A Qing soldier finally dodged a grenade. He was just glad that he was a few seconds later, and a feather arrow shot through his throat the next moment.

He made a giggle and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He grabbed the arrow with both hands and tried to pull it out, but it was naturally futile, and blood kept pouring out of the wound. Not long after, he collapsed to the ground, twitched for a few times and then disappeared.

Several Qing soldiers stepped on his body without any guilt, as if they were just a pile of meat.

"Bend the bow! Shoot!"

The Ming army above the city did not intend to give Qing soldiers a chance to breathe, and shot one round after another.

Zhu Youlang was very satisfied with his heart and felt a little itchy. He took a bow from his close servant and pulled out a feather arrow and put it on the string in a very good manner.

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Chapter completed!