Lord of Ming Dynasty

Compared with the easy-to-solve battles on the street, the battle on the roof is easier, but there are many Qing troops in the courtyard, and the progress on the roof is much slower than that of the Huaxia army on the street.

Many stragglers selected by the Huaxia Army jumped from the roofs into the patios of each courtyard to fight with the Qing soldiers inside, fighting for control from house to house.

In such a battle, 9-pound guns and higher-level artillery are useless, and even six-pound guns are sometimes redundant.

The light rain was no longer falling, which made the arquebus shooters more reckless in killing the enemy.

Advance, advance, and advance again, the Huaxia army on all sides will compress the Qing army, and then compress again, and soon the Qing army will only have one street around the government office to guard.

Even the three-pound cannon had to be carried by several people to walk on the street, otherwise it would be impossible to move forward. The streets were full of corpses, and the earthen walls and houses on both sides were destroyed by the fighting.

Zhang Qiang followed behind with his personal guards. In front of them were the militiamen who were packing up the corpses and cleaning the battlefield. The blood was washed away, and the bloody places were sprinkled with sand. They fought and cleaned all the way. Every time Zhang Qiang moved, he cleaned up all the places. On the other hand, some people who were still in shock were evacuated out of the city by the militia, and some people who had the courage to stay were repeatedly told by the militia to stay at home and not to go out unless they were ordered.

"My lord, in front is the tallest restaurant in the whole city. It can view the battlefield outside the city and overlook the whole city. Let's go up to that?" the guard chasseur asked the deputy captain to Zhang Qiang.

"Okay, you arrange it." Zhang Qiang said.

Since all the generals and available people around him had been dispatched, Zhang Qiang could only direct the battle himself. He had to follow behind the attacking troops, receive reports from his subordinates on the battle situation, and adjust the deployment in time.

To adjust the deployment, one must understand the battlefield, so every time Zhang Qiang advances, he looks for the commanding heights.

The personal guards brought Zhang Qiang to the door of the restaurant, but the soldiers in front of the restaurant told Zhang Qiang that the battle in the restaurant was not over yet, and there were still people fighting stubbornly in the uppermost room.

"Oh," Zhang Qiang became interested. It has been a few years since he didn't have to fight in person. Although he was assassinated by Tian Bin and the others last year and had to fight in a critical moment, he was fighting on a small battlefield, like in a large battlefield. It has never been fought in the battle in the past. As a general and a leader, if he wants to go to the battlefield in person, then it must be the time for the entire army to be wiped out.

There has never been a moment like this before, maybe there will be in the future, maybe not, there won't be too much time to fight personally.

With the improvement of status, the days of going to the battlefield will not be too many, because there are countless subordinates fighting for him and expanding the territory.

Although the vice-captain obstructed in every possible way, despite the cavalry chassers admonishing him with death, Zhang Qiang still took out the short fire blunderbuss around his waist, held the Ming army waist knife, and under the protection of the cavalry chasteurs, he climbed the stairs carefully. At the entrance to the third floor on the second floor, more than a dozen people who looked like senior generals of the Qing army blocked the stairs. All the tables, chairs and benches were damaged, and even several windows were smashed. On the pillars hugged by one person, there were many wounds, caused by bullets from matchlock guns, bows and arrows, and traces of chopping with knives and axes.

The corpses are stacked together, most of them are the corpses of Qing soldiers.

The corpses of soldiers of the Huaxia Army are also increasing, and there are screams of injured people.

The screams and roars of the people fighting on both sides.

"Boom," lying on a broken screen lying on the corpses of three Qing soldiers, Zhang Qiang looked at the place of the fight with his head, and raised his hand to a soldier who had just turned around and chopped a Huaxia soldier. The Qing army general shot.

The distance between the two sides is more than ten meters, such a short distance, with Zhang Qiang's cultivation level, and the accuracy of the short firecracker's head, it is quite accurate. It drilled out from his forehead, cut off half of his face, red and white, all flew out.

Influenced by Zhang Qiang, the guards of the Chasseurs, who were also holding short-fired guns, fired unceremoniously. Their accuracy may be even more accurate than that of Zhang Qiang. After all, they practice every day and have enough bullets. The grades are not enough to eat, and the last few are still eliminated. Under such pressure, can they think about life, deal with government affairs, and inspect the entire Huaxia Army territory Zhang Qiangqiang?

As a result, the five or six generals of the Qing army on the opposite side fell to the ground one after another, which greatly boosted the morale of the soldiers of the Huaxia army, because reinforcements came, and the reinforcements were strong.

The chasseurs holding shields saw five or six opponents fall down at once. Zhang Qiang fired. This was the signal to attack. Flee up the stairs.

The Chinese crossbowmen and archers hiding in the distance took the opportunity to release arrows, and two or three Qing soldiers were injured and fell to the ground, rolling down the stairs.

In the end, there were no more than two or three Qing soldiers who escaped to the third floor.

The deputy captain stood up, "Empty this floor, remove the corpses and the rags,".

He wears the uniform of the Chasseur, with the rank of garrison on his shoulders, the rank of major, and here he commands only a general,

Whether it is military rank or official position, they are far behind, so when he heard his command, he immediately acted, and the deputy captain said loudly: "We have taken over here, and I asked you to come here," Mr. Qian said.

Mr. Ba was taken aback, and then said: "Report sir, our Mr. Qian died in battle, and the body is at the bottom of the stairs. He rushed to the stairs with people, but was shot in the head by an arrow from the person above, and passed away immediately." The villain escaped death by running behind, and the guards of President Qian and several generals who followed in front were all killed in battle. The villain has already reported to the garrison, and the garrison is dispatching troops to support this place."

Zhang Qiang asked, "Why don't you send musketeers up immediately, instead of fighting hand-to-hand and causing yourself heavy losses?"

Zhang Qiang was wearing an ordinary chasseur uniform without any officer marks on his body. The lowest-ranked soldier of the chasseur was also a general banner, an elite soldier, and the rank of sergeant.

And the commander in front of him was always the company commander and the rank of lieutenant. Although he always knew that the Chasseurs were awesome, he didn't realize that the person standing in front of him was their commander-in-chief.

The boss glanced at him, he was a little conscious, but still instinctively ignored his question, turned to the deputy captain and said, "Sir, the garrison is rushing here, why don't you retreat first? We'll just deal with it. You see, you are all so powerful, you can't take the credit from us, it is said that this is the prince of the Qing Dynasty, the son of the old slave Nurhachi."

"What?" Zhang Qiang was not calm anymore.

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Chapter 3 The Prince Is Captured

Knowing that there is a big man upstairs, the eyes of everyone around Zhang Qiang turned green. If he is caught, can he be promoted to a higher level and sent down to be a county guard, or at least to be a real power to control the general? , Although they are high-ranking among the chasseurs, no matter how high they are, they are still soldiers, and if they go down, they are officials.

It's not that they are unfaithful to Zhang Qiang, it's human instinct. Who doesn't want to be a powerful person, who doesn't want to make contributions and seal their wives and sons. Although staying by Zhang Qiang's side is very imposing, but no matter how majestic it is, it is under Zhang Qiang's light. Go on. From now on, let your light shine on others.

And Zhang Qiang was also excited. After fighting the Qing army for such a long time, although he knew that the troops surrounded by the adults of the Qing army were led by the adults of the Qing army, Zhang Qiang had never seen the big men of the Qing army. He didn't know what the big men of the Qing army looked like. If this is caught, the Huaxia Army will be completely resounding in the land of Daming.

Things that can increase prestige, I think I can get a lot of rewards from the system, what do I rely on, it is not the help of the system, I can change from a mere white man to a great governor admired by thousands of people, a tyrannical hero.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiang took a few steps back and shouted: "Move the cannon and blast me."

Zhang Qiang's work is straightforward.

It is important to catch big shots, but you can't let yourself suffer heavy losses. The Dutchman and Tian Bin have already caused heavy losses to his Chasseur Guards. A thousand households have died here before. This is Zhang Qiang's Huaxia Army since the founding of the army. The highest officer who died, Zhang Qiang didn't want his elite troops to die too much for no reason.

Since the above is a big person, it doesn't matter if he is alive or not, as long as there is a corpse, then his reputation will be publicized.

That's why he yelled so loudly.

"Don't—I, Baylor of the Qing Dynasty, Prince Heshuo, Azig, I am willing to surrender, please be merciful from the governor, and also ask the governor to release my sons and daughters, I am willing to die."

There was a chatter upstairs, with an excited tone, presumably the generals around him were persuading him, and then there was a chatter, with a firm and helpless tone.

Zhang Qiang couldn't understand what they said, so he frowned. He was a wage earner, and he disliked English. Do whatever you want, it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand anything, but some foremen are from other places, and the language they speak makes him despair, so he is disgusted by many people who don’t speak Mandarin, and he can’t help but hear those people upstairs talking Big hatred in my heart.

"The next step is to elevate Putonghua to an important position, so that the whole country can speak Putonghua. It doesn't matter if you have a little local accent, but it's wrong for you to use the bird language that others don't understand you to mix with others. If you all speak Mandarin, then there is nothing wrong with it." An equal thing happened.

The advantage is that it is conducive to national integration and national rule.

Well, let’s do this, talk to You Haibo another day, the work of changing traditional Chinese to simplified Chinese is being implemented, and vertical writing to horizontal writing is also being implemented. The next step is to change the language, eliminate the division of regions, and let the people of the whole country become one family . "

Zhang Qiang cast a glance at the vice-captain. The vice-captain understood and shouted: "Qinggou, have you discussed it? After discussing it, surrender. If you dare to procrastinate, you will even recognize your mother if you dare to procrastinate and bombard me!" not come out."

Chirping, clattering, clattering, thumping, the whole floor was shaking, and then a few savage-like people with strange hairstyles appeared at the stairs, bowing their bows and nodding arrows, holding knives and guns, and charged down.

But if they do this, they will not be able to bear it in front of the Huaxia Army's chasseurs and guards who have already set up their battles. ?

One shot down.

The neatly arranged rifled rifles of the Chasseurs, the flintlock guns that can fire three times in a row, the flintlock guns that have been modified from the simple version of the Dutch rifles, are already ready for battle, and there are two triggers, the short-fire guns that can fire twice in a row have already been aimed staircase.

In other places, the Huaxia Army had already been in full battle, bowed their bows and set up arrows, and aimed at the stairs. The shields counted to Zhang Qiang's side, and the pikemen surrounded the entire building.

"Let it go—" the deputy captain of the pro-guard roared, and the gunshots rang out. Seven or eight barbaric Manchu warriors who rushed down were pushed down vigorously, and their bodies fell on the stairs, and then rolled down the stairs. The dilapidated stairs rolled down to the second floor, and the knife and shield hands who rushed up were cut into pieces.

Several archers with bows and arrows were also shot to death. Although a few people also shot the bows and arrows in their hands, and two or three chasseurs were injured, the enemy's momentum was contained.