Looking at the tools of digging the city in front of him, Lin Kewang knew that this fourteenth Baylor was not simple.

The thigh-thick wood is used as pillars, and the thigh-thick wood is used as beams. It is covered with at least six layers of iron plates, and more than a dozen men can only carry it away with bars.

The most amazing thing is that the top of this thing is a slope on one side. It looks like a Banpo House in Guanzhong. If Li Xiao were here, he would definitely think of the house in the Qiao family compound.

Once this thing leans against the city wall, I will no longer be afraid of throwing things from above. Even if I throw ten thousand enemies, I can only roll down the slope to the ground.

Look at the moon in the sky, it’s a small thin strip, which is basically no different from nothing. This little Beller really knows how to calculate. If you don’t attack in this kind of weather, you’re simply sorry for yourself.

The Jurchen army was erected to beat drums, and the Han slaves who had eaten and drunk enough were ready.

"Dong!" "Dong!" "Dong!" The drum sound began to ring rhythmically, and thousands of Han slaves carried such bunkers and stepped on the drum beats toward Jinzhou City.

The drum beats seemed to hit Yuan Chonghuan's heart. He even felt that his heart beat the same as the drum beat.

"The catapult sets the fireball." The dark and unsightly opposite, Yuan Chonghuan immediately ordered the catapult to throw the firewood out.

"Buzz!" The lit wooden block was thrown out by a catapult.

This thing just landed on the ground and bounced twice, and Yuan Chonghuan didn't even have time to see anything useful. He asked someone to hold a frozen quilt and cover it. The light that had just happened disappeared immediately.

"Set fireworks!" Yuan Chonghuan was a little anxious. The Tartar soldiers were going to fight at night. In the past, neither the Tartar soldiers nor the Ming army had the habit of fighting at night.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!" Three gorgeous fireworks exploded in the sky, and the city was shining through the light of the fireworks.

Seeing the situation under the city clearly, Yuan Chonghuan felt his scalp numb.

Countless people were carrying a strange thing and heading towards the Jinzhou city wall. Although they didn't know what that thing was for, they were definitely not a good product.

"Det fireworks, the musketeers aim at those people and shoot." Yuan Chonghuan immediately issued an order.

Boxes of fireworks were carried onto the city wall, and fireworks rushed into the air. The gorgeous fireworks exploded, illuminating the light under the city wall.

Almost all the musketeers were concentrated in the North City, and fireworks were blew up over the East City and South City.

The soldiers who were under the flag on their backs came to report that only Beicheng was attacked. When Yuan Chonghuan heard the news, he felt a little relieved.

"Twist the lit straws under the city in other places, and stop setting off fireworks." Yuan Chonghuan knew that the night was still long. After a firework exploded, he could only provide one breath of light. Jinzhou's inventory may not be able to withstand consumption.

"Ba!" "Ba!" "Ba!"...!

The city wall began to shoot downwards, and the Han slaves carrying heavy airs were simply living targets.

The sound of bullets hitting the flesh was so loud that I couldn't hear the number. Anyway, every blood flower rose, which represented the end of a life.

Those Han slaves had never seen this, and they ran back as soon as they threw the shelf in their hands. The city walls were still constantly firing guns, and the escaped people fell to the ground one by one.

"Sir, those are all Han people." Dorgon was still young, so he did not have the famous order to keep his hair without his head, and to keep his hair without his hair. Those Han slaves were able to retain the hairstyles of Han people.

"They helped the Jurchens to do things, and even the Han people would have to kill them. I don't know what those airs are for, but if we really want to rely on them, we will definitely be in trouble. Either they die, or your brothers, or even you die.

Teach me how to choose!" Yuan Chonghuan pointed at the corpses under the city, and then at the soldiers on the top of the city. He stared at Zu Dashou without blinking!

I know that the Liaodong people in his family have feelings for the looted Liaodong people. Maybe there are their friends, neighbors, and even relatives in the corpses below.

"The last general..." Zu Dashou stopped talking.

The soldiers around them who couldn't bear to kill were no longer talking.

"Either you die or I live. This is the battlefield, and when you walk on the battlefield, you will be soldiers. Even if you wear the clothes of ordinary people, they are soldiers. Shooting!" Yuan Chonghuan stared at his eyes and yelled, and the soldiers hurriedly refused to continue shooting.

Under the bright fireworks, escapers kept falling to the ground. The muskets on the city walls were all sold by Li Xiao to Zu Dashou and others. Of course, the bullets were also unethical Dam bullets!

This year, I was hit by Dam, which is basically a waste.

Some people who were hit by their arms and legs kept screaming, and some people cursed loudly in Chinese.

The soldiers don't care about these things, load, shoot, and then load and then shoot.

Lord Yuan is right, this is the battlefield. People who appear on the battlefield are like pigs entering a slaughterhouse. It is easy for soldiers to make choices between their own death and others' death.

The Han slaves retreated back like a tide, leaving the place where bullets could not be shot. Only then did they return to their souls. Some friends and relatives were shot to death, and they sat on the ground and cried loudly.

"Master Beile! This..." Lin Kewang asked in a hint of embarrassment at the Han slaves who did not dare to return to the Jurchen army.

"It's useless to keep things that are useless. Kill!" Dorgon just glanced at the battlefield and said a coldly voice.

"Master Beile, there are more than a thousand living people." Lin Kewang was shocked. He didn't expect that the young Master Beile in front of him was so cold-blooded. It seemed that those were not more than a thousand people, but more than a thousand chickens and more than a thousand rabbits.

"You are a good manager. Now you want to be my home?" Dorgon looked at Lin Kewang coldly, and scared Lin Kewang immediately fell to the ground.

"Get out, do it!"

"Yeah!" Lin Kewang crawled twice before he got up.

"Shoot the arrow!" Lin Kewang's shrill voice resounded throughout the night sky, and there was a buzzing sound of bowstrings in the Jurchen army formation.

"Fuck, damn it!" The Han slaves screamed, but they screamed in terror.

The speed of killing people by bows and arrows is much slower than that of muskets. Many people can only die if they can't insert ten arrows.

More people run around with feather arrows in their bodies. Some people fall to the ground and never get up again as they run.

Some people even fall down and climb to the dark place hard. But the damn fireworks keep exploding in the sky. Those fireworks are not there, and the gorgeous fireworks are now the death talisman.

When the bows and arrows cannot be covered, the cavalry will come on the field. The Jurchens are all good riders, and this is true.

These people were playing with sword flowers in their hands, and then the horse speed came on the back of the running person's neck. A big head flew up. When the head flew up, the human body could still run two steps due to inertia.

When his head fell to the ground, blood spurted out like a spring.

"Extinguish the fireworks, extinguish the fireworks!" Zu Dashou issued an urgent order, and these Han people were all from Liaodong Han. He couldn't bear to see them slaughtered like pigs and dogs!

But the fireworks are all in a series, and it sounds a little bit. The fire twisters are all wrapped in the fireworks, and now they can't stop even if they want to stop. Zu Dashou was angry and kicked the bucket of fireworks out with one kick.

The fireworks flew down the city wall with Xuanzi. Now the fireworks are out of control and will not stop.

The battlefield suddenly became silent. Between the city wall and the Jurchen army, there were countless wounded and undead Han slaves lying.

The screams echoed in the wilderness like singing, and were filled with all kinds of heart-wrenching misery. Zu Dashou closed his eyes helplessly, and he felt that the sound was like a ghost crying. Or the black and white impermanence was calling the soul!

Dorgon took off his gloves and looked at the battlefield that turned into a pitch-black one. There was no obvious fire, proving that the shelves were intact.

The Ming army no longer had artillery, and even if the racks were placed there, it would be difficult for the catapult to hit accurately. It seemed that the Ming army's shells were not that sufficient. They just tried to throw them with the stone shells a few times and gave up.

"I didn't expect the Han people to make this thing even." The fireworks just now made Dorgon seem helpless. He thought that at most, he would throw some torches and other things out. The quilt that was frozen hard could deal with that thing. However, he didn't expect that the Han people would make something that could explode in the sky.

"Lin Kewang!"

"Sister is here!" Lin Kewang immediately walked over and made a sign at Dorgon.

"Give people up immediately and take those stances." Dorgon casually pointed at the battlefield with a horse whip.

"Gudu!" Lin Kewang swallowed a big mouthful of saliva. This Master Beile is preparing to fill in his life!

As an old man in the officialdom, he is an amateur in war. But he is a good player in his understanding of people's hearts. As soon as the young Dorgon said that he knew that Dorgon was planning to fill in his life, and he was betting.

He bet on the number of fireworks opposite him was limited, and the bet was the life of more than 30,000 Han slaves.

Before the Han slaves died, the fireworks were used up or dawn, and Dorgon lost.

No matter what, these more than 30,000 Han slaves will be considered a disaster tonight.

"Yeah!" Dorgon's words cannot be violated. Although he has been promoted to the chief executive, in the eyes of the Jurchens, he is just a dog of the Jurchens. If he kills, he will be killed. There are many people who want to take over the position of the chief executive!

There was no way, so Lin Kewang approached the slave camp again.

"Check whether there are father and son who are together, and then take out my brothers who are together. If the brothers are together, take out my brothers." Lin Kewang, who has extremely rich experience, can always make complicated things simple.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why he was able to become the chief manager of the Han people.

"Dog traitor, what are you going to do?" A man who was caught struggled hard, and the person next to him was trying to pull away the young man holding his thigh.

After the Jurchens who were about to split the man in half, Lin Kewang walked over helplessly.

"I'm guilty, I don't want to do this. But it's not easy these days, and I want to live. Since I want to live, I can't just use yours to fill my life.

I will go to a life-threatening business. If you go, I won’t kill your son. If you don’t go, I will let them throw your son into the wolf circle. You have no choice, just like I have no choice either.”

"What if I don't go?" the man asked with his blood-red eyes.
Chapter completed!