Nanjing.

"Immortal Lord, Zhengyang Sect can't stand it anymore."

Yang An said carefully.

The Qing army's attack began.

Although the new governor of Liangjiang and general of Jiangning Fu Kang'an has not arrived yet, in order to show his loyalty in front of Qianlong, the newly reincarnated Jiangnan Admiral Wang Bing and Anhui Governor Mu Helin led a total of 40,000 Qing troops to launch attacks from the Shence Gate and Zhengyang Gate respectively. After all, they all knew that except for a monster-level monster in the city, there was basically no real army, at most about 2,000 surrendered troops. Although the monster was terrifying, it was still the same person after all. There was a chance that the 40,000 troops here would be divided into two sides.

In fact, it is indeed the case.

When their attack began, the only one who blocked them on the city wall was the Nanjing Volunteer Army.

Simply put, the young and middle-aged people in Nanjing City formed a militia team based on newly divided districts, just like the French citizens in the Paris Commune. They just killed all the officials and bannermen in Nanjing City, and they knew very well that the consequences of the city of Nanjing were destroyed. In order to avoid the misfortune of the city of Tu, they had no other choice. Anyway, there is no shortage of weapons, cannons, muskets, bows and arrows in Nanjing City. Although it is definitely not enough to stick to it for a long time, they can still hold on in the short term. Besides, they are afraid of having gods in charge. In fact, there are 100,000 volunteers guarding the city at this time, but because of insufficient weapons, many people are holding spears or even forks that were urgently made.

These volunteer teams mainly deal with Mu Helin who was attacking Zhengyang Gate. The latter put dozens of cannons on the Yuhuatai and was bombing the city gate to try to blow it open the gap. But this was obviously a arduous project. Everyone knows the defensive transformation of Zhengyang Gate.

As for the ants attacking the city...

Stop kidding!

At this time, the Green Camp did not have the courage!

The direction of Shence Sect is under the responsibility of Yang Feng.

It's just the immortal master at this time...

"...The water surging and mountains are stacked, where is the young Zhou Lang? I don't feel ashes, but I feel sorry for Huang Gai. The masts and oars that broke Cao were extinct for a while, and the river water that was fierce was still hot, so I can tell my love! This is not the river water, the heroic blood that cannot be flowed for twenty years..."

On the wall of Shence Gate, an actor was singing a one-sword meeting.

Accompanied by the sound of drums, the immortal closed his eyes and beat the beat leisurely.

Far outside the city, the Qing army in the brigade was slowly coming, with dozens of cannons mixed in, and there were even more than a dozen heavy artillery of the invincible general's artillery level. As for other mountain-splitting cannons, mother-child cannons, etc., the green camp infantry also mainly use a combroster gun, and there are a large number of guns lifted. In the front were heavy armored infantry pushing a shield chariot. Although the speed was not fast, the momentum was still scary, especially the flying ladders and cloud ladders. It was obvious that Mu and Lin's attack on Zhengyang Gate was just a restraint, and this was the real main attack direction of the Qing army.

"Where has the Qing Yao been?"

The immortal master who was listening to the opera said casually.

"Go back to the Immortal Lord, I'm about to pass Hongshan."

Yang An said.

The Immortal Lord's eyes suddenly opened.

Then he pushed the Taishi Chair and stood up suddenly.

The actor was so scared that he shut up quickly.

"Kneel down, kneel down!"

Yang Feng shouted.

Yang An was stunned for a moment and quickly knelt down on both knees.

At the same time, the soldiers of the volunteers looked at each other and quickly knelt down one after another. Soon, only the Immortal Lord was left on the wall of Shence Gate. Then he saw him solemnly standing on the titanium alloy helmet on his head, then he looked up at the sky and raised his arms and spread out, posing as he was about to use his ultimate move. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or energy influence, a flash of lightning suddenly broke through the sky in the already cloudy sky. At the same time, the strong wind of the typhoon passing through the end of summer also started to blow, making the scarlet cloak behind him like a flag, and the raindrops began to drip with the strong wind.

"Rain Master Xuanming, help me kill the demons!"

I heard the immortal roar.

The next moment, a strange scene appeared. Two miles outside the city, Baigu Mountain, which is the flat site between Beigu Mountain and Mufu Mountain, above the heads of the Qing army that were lined up, the originally dark and heavy clouds suddenly began to surging. The black clouds seemed like the black raging waves on the sea, and even began to turn red. The sound was terrifying, as if the end of the world was coming, and the clouds above Nanjing were much brighter, just as all the black clouds were gathering above Mufu Mountain. Because the light suddenly darkened, the Qing army there quickly became faint.

This spectacular scene made everyone on the city wall tremble, and even began to bow to the power of heaven and earth.

And Yang Feng still poses in shape.

Suddenly, a dragon-like lightning broke through the clouds. The next moment, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked and thunder bombarded everyone's eardrums. Everyone was shouting devoutly, worshiping the earth in the most humble manner. In their worship, the white waterfalls above Mufu Mountain, Baigu Mountain and Hong Mountain poured down, but it was not like rain...

"hail!"

Yang An exclaimed the first time.

Yes, hail.

Hell of hail.

In the valley two miles away from Nanjing City, the Jiangnan Admiral Wang Bian and the general of Langshan Town Yuan Guohuang were lying on the ground tremblingly, crying and kowtowing on the ground, asking for forgiveness from heaven. The Qing army, which was originally marching around them, all ran away like crazy, and then fell down with blood. Among them, hail as dense as fists, watermelons, and even millstones, fell like raindrops, and these hail as several kilograms, even dozens of kilograms, weighing thousands of meters.

Falling from a high altitude, each easily smashed the heads of the Qing soldiers like a cannonball, broke their limbs, and even smashed them into rotten flesh. The desperate Qing soldiers, like their commander, lay on the ground, crying and asking for forgiveness from heaven, but it was obvious that they were sinners in the eyes of heaven, and hail was carrying out the punishment of God Haotian. In this empty plain, they could not avoid it. Neither the trees nor the nearby houses could protect them. They could only lie on the ground to accept the punishment from heaven.

At the Shence Gate in Nanjing, Yang Feng was still posing his exaggerated look.

Of course there will be no rain master Xuanming.

Above the clouds, liquid nitrogen was constantly gushing outwards in a circular passage of three square meters in diameter. On the other side of the passage was a liquid nitrogen transport ship anchored in the port of Hawaii. Xiaoqian, who was squeezed between two storage tanks and transformed into part of the hull, was constantly sucking out the same pouring liquid nitrogen from the inside through a hole cut by her, and then transporting it to Yang Feng. The rapid cooling caused by liquid nitrogen in the rain clouds bypassed the rainfall step and turned the condensed raindrops directly into ice, creating this miraculous hail.

Although the hailstorm lasted for less than ten minutes, it wiped out the Qing army vanguard led by Wang Bing and Yuan Guohuang. Except for less than a thousand hiding under the rocks, no other elite troops carefully selected by the Green Camp were left, and all of them were killed by hail in Mufu Mountain, Baigu Mountain and Hongshan. This area of ​​about two square kilometers was almost the same as that between Baigu Mountain and Hongshan.

But the disaster of the Qing army was not over.

Because liquid nitrogen is creating this terrifying hail zone, it also creates rainstorms pouring down on the outside. The entire Mufu Mountain, the entire Zijin Mountain, was almost completely shrouded by rainstorms, and Nanjing City was also shrouded by rainstorms. This unprecedented rainstorm quickly stopped the attack of the Qing army in Zhengyangmen. In this rainstorm, the firearms cannot be used. How can we attack if we can't even open our eyes in the rain? Then the rainstorm began to create mountain torrents. If the rainstorm is based on the rainstorm, it may be far beyond the rainstorm.

After passing the world's highest record, it was either raining or pouring water from the sky. In a very short time, these rainwater turned into torrents on Zijin Mountain and Mufu Mountain and were completely in a mountain torrent level. The water gates and city walls that were quickly closed blocked the flood from entering Nanjing. The solid city walls were like dams, and the rainwater in the city was discharged directly into the Yangtze River. The local heavy rain did not cause any substantial harm to Nanjing, but the Qing army lined up outside the city had nowhere to avoid it.

Especially the Wei Zhe and other troops in the east of the shogunate, which were Wang Bing's follow-up, and Mu He Lin and other troops who were attacking around Yuhuatai, all faced the sweeping mountain torrents. The rushing floods were like the rushing Yellow River, violently hitting the Qing army outside the city. Because the soldiers of the Green Camp who came too suddenly and unprepared, they desperately discarded all their weapons and ammunition, rushed to the high ground like crazy to avoid the disaster. Those who had not escaped were washed away by the mountain torrent and brought into the Yangtze River.

The attack of the 40,000 troops collapsed like this.

"Thank you!"

Yang Feng bowed to the sky calmly and said.

It was like there was really rain master Xuanming there.

But at this time, in the cold wind like late autumn, Yang An and the people of Nanjing who were kneeling there with rain all over their bodies, there was a god and a rain master Xuanming, and their immortal just asked his friends in the heaven to help solve a small problem.

This is a dialogue between two gods.

"Let your brothers go out and see what enemies need to be solved. If it is the Green Camp, it's fine if it is surrender. If it is the Eight Banners, kill and throw the Yangtze River to feed the fish!"

Then Yang Feng said to Yang An.

The latter quickly agreed, those volunteer teams were also full of passion, and everyone knew that there would be no danger when they could fight out at this time. On the contrary, the Qing army's armor, weapons, war horses were all good things. It can be said that the entire Nanjing city was impatient. Soon after the mountain torrent outside passed, all the city gates in Nanjing were opened. Ten thousand volunteer teams and nearly 100,000 young and strong men who were cheering all rushed out of Nanjing, killing those green camps that were washed away by the mountain torrent and trembling in fear of Tianwei. As for their Immortal Lord...
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