Chapter 544 Defeat, the collapse of a dynasty!
Wait for three days. Do I really think I'm a stupid bird and stand here stupidly waiting for you to fight? At this moment, Liang Pengfei finally let go of his tingling hands and laughed, as if he had done all the bad things, and he could still sit on the bad blank of the star's girlfriend.
Please don't forget that Liang Pengfei, a hooligan who has always been unusual and likes to use conspiracies and tricks to calculate people, will he really be honest and wait for others to rush to the door to fight? Of course it is impossible.
There are a large number of mines in the transported materials. In these three days, Liang Pengfei has planted a total of 5,000 mines from 500 meters to 200 meters at the front of the set position, and all of them are heavy mines with increased dosage, in order to take a fierce earthquake to capture these enemies. Of course, more importantly, It is to let these Manchu soldiers and horses die and be seriously injured. Only with a tragic death can make Manqing cold.
Twenty thousand iron riders, facing a width of more than a mile, each platoon is at most three or five hundred cavalry, while Liang Pengfei's side, relying on the river water and the battalion, arranged ten heavy machine guns, and set up a fan-shaped shooting surface on the front of more than a mile. Although it could not reach complete cross-coverage, he dealt with this Some Mongolian rookies who have not experienced the firearms war in the heyday are completely enough.
In just a few minutes, nearly five thousand bullets at Liang Pengfei's feet were half shot off. Ten heavy machine guns, facing the Mongolian iron horse, which had no room for dodge, frantly crossed and swept wildly. More than 20,000 bullets were all ejected out. As long as the large-caliber bullets were rubbed, they could break your hands and feet. If it is hit in the face, even a strong war horse can only fall down sadly.
The machine gun was still spitting out the tongue of fire, and the mines fired after being stepped on bloomed out a cluster of powerful flames, devouring people and horses within a few meters around them.
Such a battle is simply a massacre without any suspense. Even if a brave and lucky iron horse rushed over the fire net, when they rushed to a distance of about 100 meters from the machine gun position, they desperately found that the horses on their bodies were caught off guard against a shining metal light, all over the ground. On the barbed wire, the ferocious barbed thorn deeply pierced the horse's body. The flexible bullet name of the barbed wire made the horse unable to take a step forward and could only hiss hopelessly.
The Mongolian Eight Banners on the horse's back did not even have a chance to pull the bow and arrow, and were swept into flying meat residues by the fire tongue spewed out by the dense machine gun.
"What's going on, Yancheng, what's going on?" Qianlong was like a red-eyed gambler who had lost all his wealth. Looking back, he grabbed the same stunned Yancheng and hissed crazily.
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The civil and military officials standing around them are as gray as a mud-born Bodhisattva at this moment, and their eyes are all staring to the extreme. Even some officials are afraid and shudder. I don't know when the drums used to stimulate morale have stopped beating, and the drumsticks in the hands of those fierce and strong drummers have been However, they slipped from their hands, and they all watched the battlefield rise and roll, just like the clouds of countless demons roaring.
"I don't know, I really don't know, how can this be... How can firearms be used after heavy rain?" The desperate Yancheng stared at the rising flames and smoke in the distance and muttered to himself, just like the seriously ill patient in the mental hospital.
"What is that?! God, what is that?!" At this time, Prince Yongyan's voice was as sharp as a shrew who had been rude by hooligans. She held her clothes tightly with her hands, and her eyes were full of indescribable panic and fear.
Qianlong turned around. When his eyes fell in the direction of the battlefield, his eyes froze in an instant. Three huge, unimaginable oval balls slowly rose to the sky under the flames and smoke of hell.
I don't know how to write four blood-red characters on each huge ball. The red blood color hurts people's eyes against the flame and sunlight, and stabs the city wall. The officials and officers and soldiers under the city wall are scared. The Qing Dynasty will die, China will rise, and China will live..."
"The Qing Dynasty will die, China will rise, long live China!" With the three huge balls slowly flying into the sky, there was a roar resounding through the sky in Liang Jiajun's camp, repeated over and over again, higher and louder and louder again, as if there was an echo from the sky and a response from the earth.
There seems to be only one voice left between heaven and earth. The roar of the Chinese nation will die in the Qing Dynasty. Huaxia's friends rise, long live China... "Devil, that's the demon method, it must be the demon method..." The Qing soldier's soldiers who were originally on the left side of Liang Pengfei's camp were scared to death by the terrible firelight and explosion, and now, the three regiments of lacquer The bloody big words on the black ball are like the black pupils of death, dissipating fear and despair.
"Escape, the anti-thief has a demon method..." I don't know which superstitious soldier roared like this. Suddenly, the ghost crying and wolf howling came one after another in the pawn. With a bang, nearly 100,000 pawns suddenly fled in all directions like a group of wild horses on the grassland.
And the Eight Banners of the Forbidden Brigade who rushed behind the Mongolian Iron Horse, as early as the first round of mine explosions, the brave and fearless Eight Banners of the Forbidden Brigade more than a hundred years ago had been stunned. After the continuous explosion rose, almost all the Eight Banners of the Forbidden Brigade unanimously pulled out their horses. Turn around and run towards the way. The glory of the Eight Banners in the past is not as valuable as a piece of shit that can be applied to their faces as a disguise for them who are desperate.
The eight Mongolian flags at the back of the front also gave up following the glorious footsteps of their ancestors. At this moment, in the face of such a terrible hell fire, even if the Imancy comes and stands here, there is nothing I can do. Even if Genghis Khan leads the Mongolian iron hooves who used to walk all over Eurasia to stand here, it will It will have a miserable ending.
"It's over, the Qing Dynasty is over..." He Shen closed his eyes in despair. The heavy rain in the early morning gave He Shen a glimmer of hope, but now, when the fire burst into his pupils, his heart had fallen to the bottom.
And when the three giants, which are at least the size of a palace, slowly rise to the sky, even a few miles away, can be clearly visible, like the pupil of death that suddenly appeared in the clear sky, coldly staring at themselves without a trace of pity, staring at Yanjing City, staring at With the footsteps of the Liang army who died tragically, as well as the Qing soldiers who cried and fled, and the people in Yanjing City who had already shown signs of turmoil.
Looking at the nearly 100,000 Qing soldiers who scattered and fled without fighting, the cavalry that had made the strange explosion frightened, and the desperate cries and noise in the city, He Shen knew that the Qing Dynasty, which had stood in this land of China for more than 150 years, had collapsed in the hearts of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians. .
Qianlong looked at the desolate fleeing soldiers and horses in despair, listened to the miserable weeping in the city, and couldn't help bursting into tears. The love knife in his hand had already slipped to the ground, his legs were soft, and he knelt on the cold and hard wall, raised his hands, and howled desperately at the endless blue sky: "My ancestors of the Qing Dynasty The ancestors of the Qing Dynasty, the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty, bless me, please protect me quickly, bless me..."
"Your Majesty..." Those panicked civil servants also lay on the top of the city and cried loudly. Some officials even wanted to leave the city wall. Those drummers and honor guards also fled in panic at this moment, as if they were afraid that the terrible ghost eye in the sky would take a fancy to them. Take your own soul.
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The imperial power is something that the Qing Dynasty worked as hard to instill in the heads of the common people as the previous dynasties in order to consolidate its control. At this moment, the words of the three huge and terrible balls displayed in the sky were like a huge axe that split the sky and smashed the earth. And everyone's confidence in the Qing Dynasty.
The rulers of the Qing Dynasty who tried to rule this land with feudal superstition tasted the consequences at this moment. In the eyes of the world, there seems to be nothing but birds that can fly and circle in the sky. Now, the three terrible things rising from the camp of the Liang family army have overthrown their cognition. It's a miracle, and it must be the disaster of demons. It's useless for them to pray so bitterly. They didn't see the heavenly soldiers disperse these demons in the future. They only saw that hundreds of thousands of heavenly kings turned into rush rats and rabbits and fled.
"In front of me, under my guns and military boots, no one can protect you." As if hearing the wailing of Qianlong a few miles away, Liang Pengfei raised his still trembling fingers, lit the cigar beside his mouth beautifully, and leisurely spewed out a smoke ring.
There is no strong horse or soldier who still has the courage to charge to the Liang family's army camp. The only thing they can do and the only thing they are willing to do is to throw away the knife and gun in their hands and try to escape away from the Liang family's army, as far as possible.
"It's over." Sun Shijie clenched his fist and waved it fiercely. At this moment, he felt a little cold on his cheeks. He raised his hand and wiped it. Somehow, his eyes were full of tears of excitement.
"The rule of the Qing Dynasty will end today and end in our hands!" Ni Ming laughed loudly and slapped the people around him who knew and knew, knew and were not familiar with, as if these people were his brothers.
Wang Jing has a smile on his face, but he has been saying to himself in a low voice: "Teacher, it's fine if you are here today, but it doesn't matter. When you come back, I will definitely tell you what happened today. The Qing Dynasty, which is too big to defend in your eyes, is already in mine. It collapsed in front of us, and nothing could stop us from talking loudly and freely in this land..."
"It's not over yet. The soldiers of the Liang Army Cavalry Division, follow me!" Wu Ping, the commander of the cavalry division, jumped on the horse, pulled out the snowy saber, and shouted to the warriors behind him. Today, we want to let the Qing Dynasty perish under our iron hooves!!!"
(to be continued)