Tongguan is located in the eastern part of the Guanzhong Plain and is famous for its steep terrain and its meat buns.

It occupies an important place in the three provinces of Qin, Jin and Henan. It has the Qinling Mountains in the south, the Forbidden Valley in the southeast, and the Twelve Liancheng City in the south of the valley. It has Wei and Luo Rivers in the north and the Yellow River hugs the pass, and it is close to Huayue in the west. It is surrounded by mountains. There are mountains, peaks and peaks, deep valleys and cliffs. The mountains are high and the road is narrow. There is a narrow narrow path in the middle, which can only accommodate one car and one horse. It is often compared to "the thin road is dangerous and the monkeys compete", and "the road in the world stops at Tongguan and is dangerous". The situation here is critical.

When Zhang Xianzhong saw the Tongguan cliff, his eyelids couldn't help but jump down. If he wanted to conquer such a pass, he had to fill the corpses as high as Tongguan City. Although his peasant troops followed him in rebellion, they would never follow him. Send yourself to death.

Forcing people to die can only lead to one outcome, and that is to be eaten alive by hundreds of thousands of people.

Dorgon looked at Tongguan in the distance, and his heart felt cold. He once heard a spy describe Shanhaiguan, and the Tongguan in front of him was far more dangerous than the Shanhaiguan described by the spy. Such a narrow road cannot be used by more troops. Think about it. To climb the mountain, the surrounding mountain roads are almost cliffs. Let alone humans, apes and monkeys have a hard time climbing up. I don’t know what Zijingguan is like, but I hope it is easier to climb than Tongguan.

"Let your men push this thing forward, and prepare more chisels. My men will help you!" Seeing Zhang Xianzhong's troubled face, Dorgon pointed to the two pallet trucks and said.

The top of the cart is covered with thick cowhide. The bottom is solidly nailed logs, with an empty middle for people to stand inside and work.

When Hou Jin attacked Shenyang, he used this thing. Not only could it withstand the Ming army's firecrackers, bows and crossbows, but after reinforcement, it was not afraid of large rocks weighing hundreds of kilograms. Although in Jinzhou, it was bombarded by Yuan Chonghuan's cannon. There are no scum left. But there are no mortars in Tongguan, and they don't even have Folang machine guns. As the northwest of the Ming Dynasty has the most backward armaments, the war is still at the stage of swords, guns, swords and halberds.

The Ming Army in the northwest even had very few firecrackers, but Tongguan was equipped with a few old-fashioned firecrackers. However, compared with the firecrackers of the Later Jin Army, they were nothing.

The Battle of Daheishan was still fruitful. After all, many weapons from the fallen Liao troops were picked up from the remaining positions. The Dutch are experts in using firearms, and flintlocks can be understood at a glance. As for revolvers, they also I haven't studied the structure of bullets yet.

When Huang Taiji went to war, Hou Jin had already modified many flintlock guns with the help of the kidnapped Zhao Shizhen.

It is worth mentioning that although the mortar was not developed, Hou Jin developed another "mortar"! This thing has a similar appearance to Li Xiao's mortar, except that there is no firing pin inside. Before launching First, load the fixed explosive into the barrel of the gun, and then insert the shell from the muzzle. Use the force of the falling shell to directly smash the explosive and launch it.

Although this thing has a lower rate of fire than Li Xiao's mortar, it has all the characteristics of a mortar. Curved trajectory and parabolic shooting. In the hands of a skilled gunner, the landing point is precise. In addition, the range can be adjusted through the pitch angle. Far and near, etc.

The most important thing is that this thing is light in weight. A large carriage can pull three doors, which is very important for Huang Taiji who has to travel long distances.

Dorgon had people set up mortars in the distance. When Zhang Xianzhong gave an order, the peasant army rushed up pushing the cart. This time Zhang Xianzhong was bleeding heavily. As long as he pushed the cart to the foot of Tongguan City, no matter whether he was dead or alive, he would Everyone has a hundred pounds of wheat.

The guy pushing the cart pushed as hard as he could, and firecrackers began to crackle on the city wall. Two buckets of water were poured on the cowhide, and the thick, wet cowhide successfully blocked the bullets of the firecrackers. Not to mention the flying arrows.

There was a "thumping" sound on the thick cowhide, but the person inside was fine at all.

The peasant army who came here with one hundred catties of wheat was extremely happy. They thought it was a life-threatening job, but it turned out to be so stable. This one hundred catties of wheat was so damn easy to earn.

Zhang Xianzhong also scratched his head. The firecrackers he was most afraid of before were ineffective against this thing. Why didn't he think of this thing when he attacked Xi'an? Damn it, I lost more than 30,000 people.

In fact, Zhang Xianzhong didn't care about the more than 30,000 people. The peasant army had too many mouths to feed, more people died and fewer people to eat. What he cared about was that he did not master such advanced siege technology.

These bastards under him are all losers! Zhang Xianzhong took one look at his people and gave them a definition.

The eight rice buckets under Tongguan City are constantly tinkering. When they set out, each of them carried twenty kilograms of gunpowder. What they have to do now is to use the cover of the carriage to place the gunpowder at the gate of the city.

After piling up the gunpowder, they took out the gunpowder and lit the fuse. While the sparks were flying, they realized a problem and ran away!

The eight rice cooks ran back like crazy, waving their arms and howling as they ran.

The Ming army at the top of the city didn't know what these bastards were calling for, but they knew that the guys in their hands wouldn't do any more useless work.

The eight rice buckets were extremely pitiful. They were covered by a truck when they came, but they had nothing when they returned. They could only use their own skin to resist the bullets of firecrackers and guns.

It was obvious that their skin was not strong enough, and the bullets and arrows from the firecrackers kept falling on them. They could still struggle on the ground for a few times at first, but when their bodies were covered with bloody holes, they no longer even struggled.

No one cared about whether they could come back. Dorgon and Zhang Xianzhong only cared about whether gunpowder could blow up the city gate.

The lives of the losers were not lost in vain!

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the sturdy carriage immediately fell into pieces. The billowing smoke rushed straight to the pass, and the Ming army standing on the pass felt as if the city wall under their feet had jumped. A group of people yelled and ran around like crazy, in a hurry.

One of the guys was squeezed and fell to the bottom of the city, and his screams were very long.

"Charge! Rush to Tongguan, and get ten big white-faced steamed buns for each person!" Zhang Xianzhong shouted a seductive slogan, and a group of guys with yellow faces, thin skin, shabby clothes, and big wooden sticks in their hands immediately rushed forward like crazy.

When people are so poor, life is worthless. For them, one life can be exchanged for ten large white flour steamed buns, which is a good deal.

The sky is huge and the earth is huge! Eat the biggest food!

Zhang Xianzhong took the lead as a leading cadre and took the lead in the charge with a ghost-headed sword in his hand. However, he only rushed for a dozen steps before slowing down. When three thousand crazy hungry people surpassed him, he walked back.

I've become the leader, and I'm still following you to charge. Do you really want to take my life, and be as cheap as you cowards? Everyone's heads are wet!

Dorgon did not expect that Tongguan could be broken so easily. Originally, he thought he would have to use mortars and consume a few precious shells, but now it seems that it is completely unnecessary.

After the gunpowder smoke cleared, Tongguan City Gate looked like an old lady with missing teeth, swinging in the cold wind. The two-inch-thick city gate was blasted with a large hole as high as a person, and three thousand crazy hungry people poured in like a tide.

Yong. How could the door latch, which had been mostly broken off, withstand such a torment? It was immediately opened when someone squeezed it like this.

"The gate is broken!" the leader of the hungry people shouted, holding a big stick, and then rushed inside excitedly. Before receiving ten large white-faced steamed buns, he planned to grab something first, but at the worst, he grabbed a knife from the soldiers' hands.

It's also good.

Tongguan is Tongguan after all, and the title of the first gate in Guanzhong is not for nothing.

Just after the last hungry man rushed in, the city gate suddenly lowered the thousand-jin gate. The stone gate, which weighed a thousand kilograms, immediately blocked the city gate tightly. The hungry people who rushed into Tongguan were surprised to see that there was a stone gate a hundred steps away.

There is a threshold.

The Ming army didn't give them much time to think about it. After a burst of drums, countless Ming soldiers appeared on the top of the city. Arrows poured down like rain, and occasionally there was the sound of firecrackers being fired.
Chapter completed!