There were a large number of Qing troops on the city walls of Yangzhou. In addition to the full of flags, Lin Qilong also collected a large number of clay pots from the people. The Qing army placed these clay pots between the walls and turned the black holes toward the outside of the city. Now there are thousands of cannons between the Ming army and Yangzhou city, and Deng Ming did not have a telescope, so he was indeed frightened by these clay pots that were made of cannons.

Although I don't know the quality of the "cannons" deployed on the city wall, Deng Ming felt that the number of cannons in Yangzhou was a bit outrageous, and there were probably giant cannons. Therefore, the Ming army's team maintained a distance of several miles from the Yangzhou city wall - even if Yangzhou had giant cannons, it was a safe distance. Deng Ming planned to send scouts to search for the details of the opponent after dispersing the cannons, and adopted a long-distance cave attack mode to prepare for the explosion of the city wall. The archers sent to attack the cannons in front of the city gate were also ordered to shoot at the extreme distance. At such a long distance, the power of the bow and arrow has become very poor. Although the enemy soldiers on the opposite side are all wearing cloth clothes, as long as the feather arrows do not hit the key parts, they will only cause serious injuries or death.

Deng Ming felt that this was the best of both worlds. If Yangzhou suddenly opened fire violently, the Ming army would suffer much less losses; and these canal workers had proved that he had neither morale nor danger, and Deng Ming did not have the idea of ​​killing them in large quantities. The Ming army's formation was farther away from the canals than the archers who attacked forward, nor did they encircle the two wings of the canals. Based on previous experience, Deng Ming estimated that there were more than a dozen, and dozens of canals were killed and injured, they would begin to collapse. Death could be controlled at a very low level. Deng Ming even optimistically estimated that the expulsion war outside the city might only cause single-digit death. On the premise of not endangering the Ming army's strategy, Deng Ming hoped that the fewer orphans and widows were created on both sides of the canal, the better.

When the Ming army's bows and arrows flew into the air, Dong Xiaoye and others looked up at them. The explanation from the Governor's Office of the Cao Transportation Transportation was very clear. They needed to firmly guard the city gates to the south. The officials also warned them in advance that the Ming army would use bows and arrows to attack the canal workers, but the officials also told them that the number of bows and arrows in the Ming army was limited and would be exhausted soon.

When the Ming army rushed up, it was time to take revenge. Dong Xiaoye held the iron stick in his hand vigorously, waiting for the moment to pay the blood debt from the Ming army. Yangzhou made the strategy very clear. When the canal workers fought with the Ming army and attracted Deng Ming's attention, the officers and soldiers would attack from both sides of the east and west, defeating the Ming army in one fell swoop.

The bow and arrow fell into the position of the Caogongs, one round after another, and after three rounds, dozens of people were injured to the end. When they saw these companions shouting in pain, some Caogongs showed fear again. However, each Caogong and their thugs used greater shouts to boost their morale: "Where can you run away? The family was burned, and all the family members were dead. Stay to kill the thieves and take revenge!"

With the encouragement of the Caotou people, these canal workers who saw the fire in the direction of the canal and heard that the tragic situation around the canal mustered up their courage. No one ran towards the gap deliberately left by the Ming army, but continued to stand in front of the Yangzhou city gate.

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"What's wrong?" After several rounds of shooting, seeing that the canal workers had not yet collapsed, the Ming army officers looked at each other, wondering why the other party suddenly became so tenacious.

"Send one hundred archers to go up." Deng Ming, who was originally careless, ordered the increase of troops on the front line after a brief shock. At the same time, he had a doubt in his heart: "Are these not the canal workers, but the green camp disguised as canal workers?"

When Deng Ming first met with Zhao Liangdong, he had similar doubts, but in the end he proved that those were just some too scared Guizhou auxiliary soldiers.

"Is that scene repeated? But why are these canal workers so scared like this?" Deng Ming's suspicion became increasingly serious, and he carefully observed the further development of the battlefield.

The Ming army did not rush up as the officials asserted, but instead sprinkled with increasingly fierce rain of arrows, and more cannon workers were shot. However, they still did not collapse on a large scale. The huge fear did not disperse them, but made them gather together more and more closely, hoping to gain a sense of security from their companions who were relying solely on.

After a few more rounds of arrow rains, Dong Xiaoye finally waited for the moment when the other party stopped attacking. He was hitting an arrow with him for many years. He was covering his wound and moaning quietly, trying hard to squeeze out his smile, acting as a hero to the boss and his brothers, claiming that a little injury is nothing.

"The thief is about to rush up." Dong Xiaoye held the iron stick in his hand tighter, and finally he was about to get rid of this situation of not fighting back. He stared at the Ming army opposite with red eyes - these thieves ruined everything, business, property, family, and his two sons - all hopes have been gone. Dong Xiaoye vowed to smash the heads of every thief he encountered until the last one.

As Dong Xiaoye's gaze, the Ming army strode forward for a while, but instead of pulling out their weapons and rushing them up, they lined up in rows again, bent their bows and arrows together, pointing the feather arrows in the direction of the canal.

"Not good!" Dong Xiaoye thought just after this thought came to his mind, and a large number of feather arrows were shot into the sky by the Ming army. When this time the Ming army was shooting, the angle of the Ming army was obviously lowered a lot, and the trajectory of oncoming cold lights was low and fast; before the locusts arrived, the sarcastic sound of breaking through the air was already heard.

When the feather arrow shot into the canal workers this time, the number of injured people was far more than several times before, and the feather arrow was much more harmful. Dong Xiaoye's men's injured arrows only had a little flesh on their bodies, and they were easily pulled out by others. This time another man was caught in an arrow, and the arrow seemed to be nailed to his bones. Although others wanted to help him take it out, they couldn't pull it out even two times. And when they shook the arrow shaft, the strong man shouted in pain. Several people pressed the man to the ground, and Dong Xiaoye pulled out the arrow suddenly, and the wounded man rolled his eyes and fainted from pain.

"It's coming again!" a subordinate exclaimed.

Before Dong Xiaoye could turn around, he heard the fearful whistling sound of feather arrows coming from behind again...

"Last time it was Zhao Liangdong, and this time it was Lin Qilong, all of them were the same." Deng Ming had already confirmed that there were all the canal workers on the other side without armor. The Ming army shot one after another, and screams from the other side gradually continued.

"Stop and give them time to run." Deng Ming said to a messenger beside him. He estimated that the pit workers on the opposite side were like the Guizhou auxiliary soldiers under Zhao Liangdong. What supported them in fighting against the Ming army was fear rather than morale. Now Deng Ming felt that it also caused a huge sense of fear to the other party, which almost offset the influence that the Qing army could exert on the pit workers: "Don't attack the pit workers who escaped."

When the Ming army stopped attacking, Dong Xiaoye and several of their men squatted on the ground, pressed their companions who had been shot to death in front of them, and waited hard for the Ming army to stop attacking.

Half a day after the Ming army ended the attack, a large number of grain workers poked their heads out from behind the corpse of their companions and confirmed that the opponent's attack had indeed come to an end.

After a few canal workers were stunned for a while, they suddenly woke up from their confusion. Finally, they looked around their companions who were killed and injured beside them, shouted in despair, stood up and ran towards the empty gap regardless of concern.

After seeing the actions of these people, many people began to follow suit. Dong Xiaoye noticed that there were also people around him who were ready to move.

"Kill the thief!" Dong Xiaoye did not escape, but let out a sad and angry shout, which sounded like the roar of a wounded beast when it was dying: "Avenge your loved ones!"

Some left deafly, but after hesitating for a while, many of the canal workers did not choose to escape but shouted together: "Kill the thief!"

More and more people shouted, and more canal workers were infected. Some of them even stood up and prepared to escape. They squatted down again and shouted with their companions: "Kill the thief!"

"Go and ask for some weapons from the Governor." Taking advantage of this gap, Dong Xiaoye shouted to an old brother who had been following him for many years: "Go and ask for some shields and steel knives."

Dong Xiaoye was unwilling to be shot to death here. As long as he could get the steel knife, he would rush up and chop all the Ming army's archers into meat sauce. Even if the Governor of the Canal Transportation asked them to continue to stick, those armors were necessary. Dong Xiaoye would not expect the government to provide them with armor, but the shields were OK, even the wooden large shield was better than nothing.

At this time, Lin Qilong, Liang Huafeng and Yangzhou Prefect on the top of Yangzhou City all looked very bad. Although they had known that Deng Ming's army was powerful, they did not know the degree.

Deng Ming's behavior of ordering archers to shoot at the canal workers at the extreme distance was a show-off in Liang Huafeng's eyes. The adequate food supply and a large amount of training time made Deng Ming's archers shooting a distance quite far. The archers he sent to attack the Qing army were all included in the category of strong men by Liang Huafeng. Seeing that Deng Ming's men had so many strong men under him, Liang Huafeng's face was of course very bad. Lin Qilong and the Yangzhou prefect had not completely seen the level of the Green Camp Army. As soon as Deng Ming's army took action, they knew that the combat effectiveness of the Ming army was not comparable to that of the river officers and soldiers and the defenders of Yangzhou Prefecture.

Immediately afterwards, Deng Ming sent more archers. Obviously, the other party had a large number of elite soldiers. Lin Qilong was still lucky at that time, hoping that the officers and soldiers directly under Liang Huafeng's Governor's Office could compete with Deng Ming. After all, the soldiers of the Green Camp could almost guarantee a fight in ten days. However, when Lin Qilong saw the gloomy face on Liang Huafeng's face, he knew that he didn't have to rely on him. Later, the Ming army advanced, lined up and shot in a fast and continuous manner. In Liang Huafeng's opinion, Deng Ming was demonstrating.

At this time, under the city, a blood-filled canal stumbled to the front of the city tower and shouted to the city wall: "Governor General, give the little people some shields, swords and guns."

When the Ming army stopped shooting just now, Liang Huafeng thought that the canal union deployed in front of the city gate fled in panic, but unexpectedly, someone took the lead in shouting to kill the thieves. As a result, they were infected with each other and not only did not disperse, but became very fierce.

"Governor General," Liang Huafeng felt that the grain tools under the city had value for the first time: "Do you throw some swords and guns down and see if they can kill a few thieves?"

"No, do you think they can win? Can't win? Isn't it equivalent to giving them to Deng Ming?" Lin Qilong shook his head: "This is a capital enemy."

"Then throw some shields to them?" Liang Huafeng felt that Deng Ming might not have any rare swords and guns. The Ming army opposite was clearly armored, and the large blades of armor shot out of the military formation made many soldiers in the green camp in Yangzhou feel weak in their calves. But if they don't give them swords and guns, they won't give them. Since the Governor of the Cao Transportation was worried that the attacking weapons would fall into the hands of the Ming army, Liang Huafeng didn't insist: "Or throw them some door panels?"

"No, if Deng Ming intends to attack the city, wouldn't these shields and door panels help him?" Lin Qilong refused again without thinking. He had already discussed with Liang Huafeng in advance. These canal workers were delaying Deng Ming's time and consuming his bows and arrows and physical strength. Lin Qilong felt that there was no need to modify the set strategy in the last battle: "These canal workers are fighting well, so let's continue to fight like this."

Dong Xiaoye's subordinate shouted over and over under the city to ask for some equipment. The Qing army on the city repeatedly scolded him, but the man refused to leave, knocked his head on the ground and cried for the title of Governor of the Cao Transportation.

Finally, an officer became impatient when he heard this, snatched the bow and arrow from a soldier, pulled the string open and aimed at the beggar under the city seriously, and then suddenly loosened the string.

The feather arrow shot not far from the head of the man who was kowtowing, interrupting his shouts and movements at the same time. However, when his horrified eyes were on the top of the city, the officer had already pulled the bowstring again and threatened the Caotou thug with a new arrow: "The Governor has said no! Why don't you get out of here?"

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The upper body remained straight, and the eyes under the helmet were also looking straight ahead, but the body of the Ming soldiers had already begun to tilt forward after hearing the order.

"Walk!"

With the orders of the officers, all the Ming soldiers stepped out their left foot neatly and walked forward with a unified movement. Because Deng Ming planned to further let the archers come forward, the entire army was allowed to advance in order to keep the army from being disconnected.

During the five-day exercise in Chengdu, the first thing the scholars learned was various queue orders. Because time was limited, some people might not receive too much weapon training, and no one left behind the queue transformation training. Even when recruiting soldiers, they were extremely proficient in executing such orders. The current combat skills of recruiting soldiers in the Ming army can be said to be far below their queue skills.

"Standing attentively, looking right-looking forward." After stopping, the officers from all ranks skillfully issued all orders, and then reappeared with the soldiers to face Yangzhou.

In the era when Deng Ming lived in his previous life, military training had a greater significance to improve the discipline of soldiers and did not have too high requirements for infantry formation.

But in this era, it is completely different. When I saw the Ming army step forward in an orderly manner, several confidant officers around Liang Huafeng were so shocked that they could not open and close.

In this era, when the infantry front is broken, it means that the distance is not far away. Maintaining the integrity of the front while advancing is a very difficult tactical action, and it is difficult to reduce the speed to a very low level.

But the Ming army on the opposite side completed easily. Thousands of armored soldiers began to maneuver at a very high speed, and then stopped quickly, from a few seconds to a few seconds to a dozen seconds to a queue connection. The generals around Liang Huafeng were not completely unaware of it, but the rapid movement of the Ming army's infantry made them not have any flaws of being raided by cavalry.

"It's too fast." A general rubbed his eyes and murmured to himself. In such a short time, the enemy generals might not have time to make up their position for the raid. Even if they had time to make up their attack, the cavalry would never have time to receive orders and rush to the defective position of the formation. Moreover, the so-called front-line break of the Ming army was only relative to the perfect queue when they were stationary. If they followed the general standards, they had never had a front-line break when they were moving at high speed.

Like his subordinates behind him, Liang Huafeng's heart was also filled with waves of storm. Compared with the military qualities that the Ming army had just shown, the demonstrations of the archers just now were simply a joke. When he first saw the Ming army's neat front line as sharp as tofu, Liang Huafeng was already secretly admiring Deng Ming's ability to train troops; when he saw the Ming army start to advance with the same movements, Liang Huafeng almost thought he was dazzled; now, the Ming army stopped again, and in the blink of an eye, restored the front line to the straight front line at the beginning.

"How did this be a strong soldier train?" Liang Huafeng didn't know the military command, but he knew that even his servant team might not be able to do this. Deng Ming commanded not dozens or hundreds of professional soldiers, but nearly ten thousand soldiers, which was far beyond Liang Huafeng's military cognition.

Liang Huafeng didn't realize that an army could have extremely high ability to transform formations when its combat skills were still lacking. In Liang Huafeng's view, these skills and combat skills should be at a similar level. Being able to skillfully change formations and keep moving forward together means having a lot of practical experience, a high level of tacit understanding with the companions around him, and an infinite trust in the officers. Since that is the case, the combat skills of these Ming soldiers must be as powerful as Liang Huafeng could imagine.

"I heard that Admiral Deng was able to defeat twenty miles, and then reorganize and counterattack the governor of Sichuan and Shaanxi... I always thought that this was nonsense about the governor of Sichuan and Shaanxi to shirk responsibility. Could it be that this was actually true?" Liang Huafeng held the wall with both hands and couldn't help but come forward a little, trying to see the Ming army opposite more clearly.

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"Archer, attack with all your might." After the team stopped, Deng Ming immediately ordered seriously. The shouts sounded from the enemy army opposite him made him realize immediately that what supported the other party was not his fear of the Qing army, but his hostility to the Ming army, which was his real fighting spirit and morale.

A canal unit with high morale and strong fighting spirit, and there is no equipment worth mentioning. Deng Ming does not understand how such a ridiculous thing will happen. However, since the opponent has great fighting spirit, Deng Ming must take it seriously regardless of whether he has excellent equipment or not. Since the opponent's equipment is ridiculous, he should launch an attack immediately to avoid the Qing army having the opportunity to make up for this mistake. If the opponent's army is well-equipped and highly fighting spirit, Deng Ming will undoubtedly have to pay a lot of money.

Even if there is no way to take the risk of being bombarded by giant cannons for this, if these cannon workers showed higher fighting spirit, Deng Ming would even let the infantry attack and directly eliminate them in front of the Yangzhou city wall.

The Ming army archers opposite Dong Xiaoye were already quite close. They had already placed the bow in their hands flat and began to aim and shoot at the Caogong side.

One sharp arrow after another flew over, and several of the stone workers who were hit fell to the ground and died without saying a word. The Ming army advanced while shooting, and the casualties of the stone workers increased sharply. Soon, more than 200 people were killed, and some people began to escape unbearably... The Ming army was getting closer and closer, and two people fell down by Dong Xiaoye in a row.

"Kill the thief!" Dong Xiaoye also endured it to the limit. He pushed away the corpse used as a cover in front of him, jumped up, and swung his iron rod toward the Ming army archers.

Many canal workers who were forced into desperate situations were also inspired to be brave. They no longer bowed their heads and avoided the inevitable death, but instead shouted and rushed out with their shoulder poles.

The Ming army's archers seemed to be ready. After the last shot, they quickly retreated and rushed to the infantry behind them for cover. After seeing the Ming army's archers who were still killing unscrupulously just now, the canal workers were even more motivated, their eyes were red, and they shouted to chase them.

As soon as I chased after, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves and fierce shouts from the side.

"There is no rules at all." Deng Ming, who was watching the battle, commented softly. The canal workers on the opposite side had begun to collapse, but there were still hundreds of people who did not retreat but advanced, trying to counterattack the Ming army's archers. After these canal workers rushed out, the Ming army's archers retreated slightly and completely dispersed their formation. The three wall cavalry who had already prepared on the side launched a charge.

Looking at the three or four hundred grain workers who were waving their shoulder poles and charging towards tens of thousands of Ming soldiers, Deng Ming whispered: "It's so lamentable, respectable."

After seeing the cavalry suddenly came from the side, the courage of the canal workers finally disappeared without a trace. They threw the guy in their hands and turned around and ran backwards.

Zhang Yiqian and twenty-nine other companions launched a charge. In the past few months in Chengdu, the three walls further strengthened their tactics. Whether these older generation riders or young newcomers, they put queue training first and no longer had personal riding like before.

Thirty cavalry lined up in a row and launched a charge in unison. With their momentum, they pushed the last few hundred enemy soldiers that had not yet collapsed.

Before charging, Zhang Yiqian observed the enemy soldiers on the opposite side for a long time. He saw that the enemy soldiers were all wearing shabby cloth clothes, holding sticks and shoulder poles; while the armor on his side was brilliant, armored warriors, archers, crossbowmen and cavalry, which was all the same.

This kind of scene made Zhang Yiqian feel a sense of familiarity. No, it was not familiarity at all, but very familiar. Isn’t this the scene he faced in the camp again and again when he was young?

When rushing towards the first enemy, Zhang Yiqian still saw the dense patches on the enemy's clothes, the soon-to-be-ground pants, and the straw sandals with exposed toes and feet. When he raised the saber above his head, Zhang Yiqian also saw the deep wrinkles on the other party's forehead, like the skin of dead tree bark.

"Kill!" When he shouted and waved the steel knife, Zhang Yigan subconsciously turned his wrist, and at the same time reduced the strength on his arm, and hit the man's back with the back instead of the blade.

The enemy had already begun to flee, but Zhang Yigan did not pursue him. He looked at the ragged canal workers who fled away from him, as if he had seen himself when he was young.

The companions who attacked with Zhang Yigan were also old men who broke into the camp. After dismantling the enemy's final fighting spirit, the thirty cavalry tacitly grabbed the war horses together, and none of them started a pursuit. They lined up quietly, and each of them pursed their mouths tightly, watching the canal workers flee from the battlefield.

Zhang Yigan and his companions also ran away like these people, trying to escape from the iron cavalry with helmets and armor, but those who pursued them at that time did not hold the reins. In the current Sichuan-Shaanxi Green Camp, the Qin cavalry of the past cut down tens of thousands of refugees who fled with the elderly and the young, almost letting the bodies spread all over Shaanxi and Henan - it is not only a large household, but robbing the grain shop is a death penalty; not paying grain in the year of disaster is also a death penalty; taking parents and wives fleeing famines is also a death penalty; the children who left their hometown with their parents also committed a death penalty, and the male, female, and young cavalry that met Sun Chuanting's cavalry, both men, women, and young. Zhang Yigan and his companions all believed that they could survive but too many people died, and God could not bear to kill them, so they did not take away their lives.

Zhang Yigan withdrew his gaze from the escaped canal workers and looked at the way their cavalry came from. Zhang Yigan found the enemy soldier he had cut down. The man's body was bowed in a ball on the ground, lying on the ground, making a violent and painful cough. It seemed that although he was hit hard, he still had a great chance to save it.

There were dozens of canal workers who fell to the ground along the way. They were all knocked down by the three walls. Many people moaned, twisting and struggling on the ground, and some people tried to get up. It seemed that these enemies could survive. This time, the three walls had unprecedented efficiency in killing enemies. Last time, when they fought with Li Guoying, Gansu and Shaanxi Green Camp, wherever the three walls passed, 99 of the 100 knocked down enemy soldiers were killed on the spot.

"Why do you want to serve the Tartars?" Zhang Yigan stared at the canal workers on the ground and asked silently in confusion.

At first, Ming army infantry came up, helped the prisoners on the ground up, and took them to the rear for interrogation.

In the distance, Dong Xiaoye fell in the arms of a brother. He was the first to rush out just now. He was shot by the Ming army archers in the last round of shooting. He was shot by three arrows. If he hadn't been strong, he would have died.

"I can't do it anymore, Lao Wu run away." Dong Xiaoye had seven sworn brothers, five of whom died in the battle for territory. One of the last two righteous brothers was shot to death by the Ming army. He struggled to say to the last brother: "Run quickly, don't forget to mention us to take revenge."

After saying that, Dong Xiaoye's eyes turned pale and he took his last breath.

"Brother, don't worry, brothers, brothers' revenge, your whole family's revenge, I will definitely seek repayment for you." The speaker cried and closed Dong Xiaoye's eyelids, looked back at the approaching Ming army, jumped up and pulled his feet and ran towards the Yangzhou city wall. While running towards the city gate, he secretly swore in his heart: "I want to join the army, and I will follow the Governor to fight to avenge my brother and brothers!"

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"Someone attacked the city gate." An officer came over to report to Lin Qilong and Liang Huafeng. A large number of cannon workers fled to the city gate and shouted that the defenders would save them into the city.

Deng Ming's military appearance made Lin Qilong very shocked, and he stood on the top of the city until he was awakened from the dream by the officer's report.

"Shoot and kill them all." Lin Qilong waved his official sleeves and ordered without hesitation.

"Abide by the order." The officer had expected this order, and the archers had been on high alert, waiting for the order of the Governor or the Admiral to issue.

The officer walked to the battlements and waved his hand. Countless arrows were sprinkled. The canal workers who fled to the edge of the city were all shot into arrows and fell into the trenches.
Chapter completed!