The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

Nurhachi, Huang Taiji, and Hong Chengchou stood on the mountain and laughed at the Ming army: "You should surrender. Don't hold back any longer."

In 633 Ten Thousand Ming Army, a lieutenant with a livid face scolded Hong Chengchou: "Hong Yan is playing you as a dog traitor who has forgotten his ancestors! Do you think that we will all be like you and be the lackeys of the Jin Tartars?"

Hong Chengchou was furious, he didn't expect that these people would come to expose his scars when they were about to die: "If you don't surrender, you will only die!"

"Hehe" the lieutenant general said indifferently: "I don't think so?"

Nurhachi looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "The Northeast is my queen's world, who dares to pretend?"

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned to see a sail suddenly appeared on the sea level.

This sail is huge, even from a distance, you can know its huge size.

More sails mercilessly appeared on the sea level one by one.

In this sea area, a powerful fleet suddenly appeared.

Sail battleship!

The majesty of the Ming Empire!

Sail battleship fleet!

Nurhachi and Huang Taiji are a bunch of bumpkins.

They are all nomads in the Northeast, how do they know that there are such huge warships in this world?

1600 tons, ten stories high, 100 new artillery pieces, loaded with 800 sailors and soldiers.

Such a behemoth occupies the entire northeast bay.

"Not good! Daming has such a powerful navy and can land on every coast at any time!" Hong Chengchou shouted: "Yan Song wants to use the navy to withdraw his trapped troops."

Nurhachi gave an order.

The Eight Banners force wanted to attack and kill those [-] elites.

But a pity.

They completely underestimated the power of the navy.

Among the fleet of sailing battleships, Qi Jimei, who was in charge of the command, said calmly: "Fire the guns! The cover troops landed on the beach! Blow up these wild boar skins!"

Dozens of sailing battleships turned slowly, aiming the muzzles of densely packed new artillery on the shore.

Then···

An earth-shattering bang.

The ruthless artillery, like raindrops, hit the cavalry team charging with wild boar skin like rain.

The huge explosion blasted the charging cavalry into the air.

The wild boar hide cavalry were all blown away.

They had never seen such heavy artillery fire.

When a cannonball falls, it can blow up within ten feet of the point of impact, without a blade of grass growing!

All the cavalry who charged around the impact point of the shells would be blown to pieces and disappear immediately!

This mighty and powerful Eight Banners team before finally understands who is the boss in this world.

Technology!

Those who master technology win the world.

You are all children, playing small fights, the navy of the Ming Empire appeared, and the rain of artillery is not just kidding with you.

Qi Jimei's Third Fleet took only one volley to defeat the Eight Banners, causing heavy casualties everywhere.

In this wave, there were 5000 Eight Banners casualties.

What made Nurhachi vomit blood the most was that Daming's fleet artillery shooting skills were still very superb.

You know, the [-] trapped soldiers are between them and the Eight Banners.

But these Ming warships still dared to fire and provide close-range artillery support.

Their shells landed very close to their own people, but they didn't accidentally injure them!

This is the first time that Nurhachi has seen the power of this kind of land-sea battle.

He used to feel good about himself and thought he was invincible, but when he saw Yan Song's fleet of sailing battleships, he realized that he was a fucking poor farmer!

"Withdraw! Withdraw!" Nurhachi said hoarsely.

In fact, without his order, the Eight Banners, which suffered heavy casualties, had already retreated after a salvo of sailing battleships.

They were all terrified.

Scared the shit out of me.

In their impression, the firearms of the Ming Empire were just a joke.

Before the two armies confront each other, they can still pretend to shoot a few times, but as long as the Manchus launch a collective charge, the firearms of their Ming army are hot chickens.

But today.