"Boom boom boom" muskets roared, and white smoke filled the city.

"Where am I?" Zhao Peng slowly sat up from the ground and suddenly opened his eyes. He seemed to have just woken up from his sleep. The dream seemed very long, so long that it had been several centuries apart.

A person in front of him was wearing a six-petal steep iron helmet, black chain mail, and an old antique musket. There was a slowly burning fuse wrapped around the tail of the musket. This seemed to be the legendary fuse gun.

"Zhao Peng! Get up, don't pretend to be dead, the thief is coming up again!" The man roared at Zhao Peng at the top of his lungs, and grabbed his collar roughly and pulled him up from the ground.

The guy in front of him looked about forty years old, with a thick and thick face full of flesh. But when Zhao Peng saw this strange face, he really couldn't remember this person in his consciousness, but he seemed a little familiar. This person was talking about Jianghuai Mandarin. Zhao Peng was very surprised. He was not from Jianghuai, so why did he fully understand it without any pressure? Look at the fact that the man's grenade in his hand was not like a prop for the film and television crew, and he was carrying a legendary embroidered spring sword on his waist.

Zhao Peng took the time to look around. He found himself standing on a devastated ancient city wall. Looking down from the battlements, he could find that the city wall was very tall and magnificent. The city was covered with black and ragged people. The crowd burst out with thunderous shouts, rushed through a moat that had been filled and rushed towards the direction of the city wall.

"Boom" A dull roar of artillery sounded at the top of the city wall. A hundred-pound Franco cannon set up at the top of the city spit out a tongue of flames. A black iron ball rushed out of the city wall with a diffuse white smoke, and plunged into the ragged crowd under the city. With a scream, a blood red gushed out of the crowd.

The iron ball with powerful kinetic energy rolled and jumped in the crowd, pulling out a crooked bloody path. Accompanied by a series of screams, a large number of corpses and wounded soldiers with few arms and legs fell down under the city.

"So the real scene? This is definitely not a film! Is it a dream?"

Zhao Peng turned his head and found that behind him was a magnificent city tower. The city tower felt very familiar. He suddenly realized: Isn’t this the Xuanwu Gate city tower that I often see on TV? Wasn’t he still on the island where war was flying just now? But he got a stray bullet, why did he arrive in the capital in a blink of an eye?

The sky was dark, and I don’t know whether it was evening or morning. Countless torches were lit at the top of the city, reflecting the tall and majestic city gate tower in the same as daytime.

Looking down at myself, I saw that I was wearing a black chain mail. I could feel a heavy iron helmet on my head. It felt like it was the same style as the six-pound pointed iron helmet on the man's head just now. The original exquisite equipment on my body had long disappeared, such as the 95 short assault rifle, the 92 pistol, the grenade, the individual communication system, the bulletproof vest, and the Kevlar helmet were all gone, and they became what I am now. Now Zhao Peng suddenly realized: This is not filming, it is time travel! He must have been glorious in his previous life, so he traveled to a bad guy named Zhao Peng in the late Ming Dynasty at the end of Chongzhen. What's more serious is that Zhao Peng is a Ming soldier stationed in the imperial city, and the imperial city will definitely not be able to defend it! Such an unlucky time travel happened to him, which was simply too bad!

The guy who had just pulled up Zhao Peng pointed at a medley gun on the ground and said, "Zhao Peng, pick up the bird gun and attack the thief!"

Since the treacherous army has arrived at the imperial city, it means that all the cities inside and outside the capital have been lost, and the Ming Dynasty's center is only a thin last line of defense, and the situation is in danger! Zhao Peng, who didn't care about anything, subconsciously picked up the bird gun from the floor covered with bricks, first hung the fuse on the hook, then poked his head out of the squadron, aimed at a thief under the city, and gently hooked the trigger with his finger.

The iron hook connecting the trigger moved forward with the burning fuse slightly, pressing the fuse into the medicine pool. However, it could not wait for the expected roar of the bird gun.

"Zhao Peng, you stupid donkey! Recharge!"

Zhao Peng heard only a angrily scolding and quickly retracted his head. At this moment, several feathered arrows mixed with projectiles flew up from the squadron. Arrows shot into the city and stabbed on several Ming soldiers. However, the soldiers who were caught in the arrow screamed and fell dejected on the city bricks. The bright-looking armor on their bodies failed to help them block the feathered arrows.

It seems that the armor of these Ming soldiers is inferior, but they are just glamorous products. Otherwise, how could they not even block the light arrows shot from the hang?

Behind me is the imperial city. It seems that I have traveled to a Ming army soldier who guarded the city in the late Chongzhen period.

Wait, aren’t the soldiers of the Imperial City all elite? Why do you wear such armor to the battlefield? It seems that the Ming Dynasty is really ruined.

Thinking of this, Zhao Peng pulled the chain mail on his body, but grabbed a handful of rust. He couldn't help but secretly greeted some people's sisters in his heart: Sister Ni, I actually asked me to wear such armor to the battlefield. Isn't this your life?

Zhao Peng didn't know that these imperial guards were commonly known as the Han generals and were under the jurisdiction of the Jinyiwei. They usually wore glamorous armor and looked majestic. In fact, the armor on their bodies was full of silver-shaped spear tips, which looked good on the outside, and their real defense was almost zero. The tall and strong soldiers looked like they were also good, and their combat power was not worth mentioning at all.

Well, equipment is a good product, even people are a good product. It is strange that the Ming Dynasty will not perish.

But Zhao Peng still doesn't understand that even if the Ming army in the Beijing camp is bad, it is impossible for the city to be broken by the rebel army so quickly with the tall city wall, right? Since the Ming Dynasty Chengzu established his capital in Yanjing, it has been more than 240 years. In the past two hundred years, the city's defense of the capital has been continuously consolidated, surpassing the Nanjing city wall. Outside the city, the second largest city in the world, is the second largest city in the world, Xiangyang. In fact, Xiangyang has only achieved the throne of the world's largest city with its extremely abnormal moat. If the height of the city wall is concerned, the capital is far better than Xiangyang.

How could such a solid city be captured by the rebel army in just three days? There is only one answer, that is, the gate of the city was opened from the city.

Now that the outer city and inner city have been lost, only the lonely imperial city is still struggling to support it. If Zhao Peng is more familiar with history, he should know that the imperial city will not last long. It was the morning of March 19th. The imperial city could last until noon, and the imperial city was broken by the rebel army. In fact, it was not the rebel army. Instead, the eunuch Wang Xiangyao opened the Xuanwu Gate, and the rebel army then attacked the imperial city.

As a history enthusiast with half a bucket of water, Zhao Peng naturally didn't know about this. At this time, he had only one thing to do, which was to shoot at the thieves under the city with the bird gun in his hand.

Although it was the first time to use this old antique mesh gun, it was not a difficult task for Zhao Peng, who was a soldier in his previous life. He knew how to use this kind of front-mounted mesh gun.

Zhao Peng opened the small cloth bag containing gunpowder on his body, scooped out a small spoonful of gunpowder with a small spoon, poured it into the muzzle, then took out a lead bullet from the other cloth bag, stuffed it in from the muzzle, and then compacted the projectile and gunpowder with a strip. Then poured a small amount of gunpowder into the medicine pool as a guide medicine, close the cover of the medicine pool. Then hang the fuse on the hook, open the cover of the medicine pool, and aim and shoot.

However, the series of loading operations of the mezzanine was too cumbersome, and Zhao Peng took more than a minute to complete the loading operation. He held the reloaded bird gun, extended the gun barrel from the squadron, aimed at a thief under the city, and gently pulled the trigger. Only a dull roar was heard, and a tongue of flames spewed out of the bird gun muzzle, and the white smoke spread out from the muzzle and the medicine pool. The fuse originally hung on the hook was also bounced away by the gas that expanded gunpowder.

A scream came from the city, and the thief who was aimed at by Zhao Peng screamed and covered his chest and fell backwards. The white smoke filled Zhao Peng's eyes and nose were uncomfortable, making him unable to watch his results.
Chapter completed!