Li Zicheng looked at Li Yan with confusion, "Lin Quan, what's wrong with you?"

Li Yan said anxiously: "There are artillery on the top of the city. The Manchus have not fired artillery, just waiting for our army to gather together, in order to cause the greatest casualties to our army in an instant, so as to disperse our army's morale. Send a quick message to General Liu and Shou to let the army disperse as soon as possible. If it is too late, it will probably be too late."

Liu Zongmin saw that the soldiers from both sides fought together in a stalemate and could not break through for a while, and walked around the high platform with some annoyance. He attracted his confidant general Ren Jirong, who wanted to order all the troops in the middle formation to be suppressed. But as soon as he finished the order, he suddenly heard the harsh tinnitus and golden sounds coming from behind.

His face changed slightly, and he turned his head strangely and looked back. It was too far apart, so he could only see Li Zizhen's blurry figure on his horse. He thought for a while, and finally decided to follow the orders. He turned his head and ordered Ren Jirong: "Don't move the middle formation first, let the front formation gradually retreat."

At this moment, Liu Zongmin suddenly heard a burst of intense horse hooves. He turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came. He saw a six or seven thousand enemy cavalry far to the left, rushing towards Li Zicheng in the direction of the rear.

Liu Zongmin raised his eyebrows and thought to himself when the King of Chuang was so timid. He had nearly 30,000 soldiers around him and had the advantage of the terrain. How could this cavalry do to him?

Once he became emperor, his life became precious, and he thought to himself.

Liu Zongmin misunderstood the purpose of Li Zicheng's order, thinking that he was worried about the six or seven thousand cavalrymen. But he just curled his lips and ordered five thousand spearmen to support Li Zicheng backwards.

Hong Chengchou saw that the rebels were gathering more and more, but the sound of gold suddenly sounded in the distance. He turned to Geng Zhongming and said, "King Huaishun, let's firecrackers! The rebels are about to retreat."

Geng Zhongming looked down, then spitted on the ground. "Damn, they are really retreating." As he said that, he turned to the left and right and shouted loudly: "Start the cannon, fire the cannons quickly, shoot them everywhere. Blast them apart."

He originally wanted to wait for the rebellion army to gather more densely. At first, he heard the sound of gold, and he thought it was because he was listening by mistake. It was not until Hong Chengchou reminded that he completely woke up. Although he didn't know what went wrong, it at least showed that the rebellion army seemed to have noticed something was wrong, so he retreated backwards.

Rumble! The deafening sound of cannons sounded, and more than fifty large and small cannons basically fired cannons at the same time.

Some were filled with shells, while others were filled with iron sand and steel nails. They turned around in the air, then fell heavily, and smashed them into the army.

At such a close distance, so many artillery, and such dense formations, there is no way to hide. In an instant, smoke filled the gunpowder, and the soldiers in the front formation fell down one after another.

The remaining limbs flew around in the air, and blood flowed all over the ground. Hundreds of people died instantly and nearly a thousand were injured. The remaining people looked at everything in front of them in horror, staring tinnitus and staring at a loss.

The bombardment of the artillery has not stopped, and it has spit out flames one after another. The sound of cannons is like thunder, and the rain of bullets covers the sky and the sun, and the whole earth seems to be trembling.

Seeing that the formation of the front of the rebel army was in chaos, Dorgon drew out a long sword from his waist and pointed it forward and shouted loudly: "The thieves are defeated. The entire army comes forward and defeats the main formation for me. Those who capture and kill Li Zicheng will be rewarded with a thousand gold medals and will be promoted to three levels."

Nearly 30,000 elite Qing troops roared in unison, letting out screams, and entering the enemy formation like a storm.

Li Zicheng wanted to win in one battle, but wasn't that the same with Dorgon.

The war drums were thundering, and the cavalry speared. The rain of arrows was densely woven like locusts in the sky, and the spears were shaking cold light. Tens of thousands of Qing soldiers rushed forward, reaping the lives of the soldiers who broke into the army.

The front of the rebel army was suddenly attacked by artillery and suffered heavy losses. Then, they were attacked by the two wings of the Qing cavalry, and the formation was in chaos. The original stalemate situation was instantly broken. Although there were leaders and generals shouting, they still could not stop defeating. Countless soldiers threw away their armor and fled to the rear in a panic.

Seeing countless soldiers fleeing in panic, Geng Zhongming was excited and laughed and said, "Hahaha, we won. Kill! Kill! Kill them without leaving any armor." At this time, he suddenly noticed that Hong Chengchou was calm and said in his heart, "Master Hong, why do you think there is no happiness on your face!"

Hong Chengchou subconsciously looked at both sides and found that the others were standing far away, so he felt a little relieved. "Don't mention the title of King Huaishun, the title of Grand Marshal in the future. Be kind to you, and to me."

Geng Zhongming smiled and waved his hand and said, "This is what you and I call it privately. When others are here, didn't Mo Jiang always call you Mr. Hong? In fact, Mo Jiang has always admired you very much and thought you were a talented person. I am a rough man and can't speak. But if you have anything to do in the future, even if you say anything, you will definitely do it for you to go through fire and water."

Hong Chengchou smiled, "We all serve the Qing Dynasty, and we don't distinguish between you and me."

Geng Zhongming sneered: "Qing Dynasty? That's Manchu. You and I are both Han people, and there are no one else around you. Don't sing clichés like loyalty to the emperor and patriotism."

Hong Chengchou showed surprise, but instantly smiled and said, "King Huaishun, are you the prince of the Qing Dynasty?"

Geng Zhongming said "Prince? A prince who can accuse me of a small school of Manchus at will? I have seen it clearly for a long time. Manchus will never regard us as their own people at any time. The reason why we give us a high position now is because we still have some use. When one day, the world is really pacified, our good days will come to an end. Marshal Hong, you and I are both Han people, and we should be united at any time. Only in this way can Manchus not dare to underestimate us."

Hong Chengchou was silent for a while and suddenly laughed: "King Huaishun was joking. The world was in chaos and the forces of all parties were mixed. It would never be pacified overnight. What you said is not many years later. It is better to take care of the things in front of you! As for the future, we will discuss it later."

Geng Zhongming knew that Hong Chengchou was ruling, so he cursed "Old Fox" in his heart and wanted to say something else.
Chapter completed!