A strong sense of frustration surged in my heart. For the future of China, I temporarily abandoned the love between children and children, and entrusted the safety of the little bell that I care about the most to Tong Lao and others. After experiencing hardships and hardships and the hardships of the half-month of hell, I was still in vain in the end.

Looking at the gun that was gradually rising, Zhuo Bufan knew that in a few rounds of volleys, the few remaining fighting spirit of the Dahua Army would be wiped out. As long as the Tartars were not afraid of casualties, it would be possible to take Songshan before dark today to wipe out the defenders. He suddenly became unconfident in his heart. Could it be that no matter how hard he tried, he could still not change this past history? But hasn’t he wiped out the Eight Kings Zhang Xianzhong? Faced with the current situation, what should I do? How should I deal with the Tartars, who are already the superior swords, bows, horses, and shooting, and now suddenly began to concentrate on using long-range fire cannons? The future of China that I am full of long-term hope will not be smooth sailing.

The leader's emotions had a huge impact on his subordinates, and Zhuo Bufan's emotions obviously also affected everyone. Yizhihua and others looked at each other, and their eyes also showed deep frustration and disappointment.

Zhuo Bufan was discouraged and looked back and suddenly saw the eyes of Yizhihua and others. He felt alert and became aware. What happened to him? How could he suddenly have such negative thoughts? He lost confidence. What should he do in Shenlong Mountain? What should he do with his passionate follower? What should his women and relatives do? Even if he returns without success, he will still have the Shenlong Army that is proud of the world, and there will be tens of thousands of Shenlong Mountain people who are united in the same heart. With the foundation that Jiangnan has already taken the lead, even if he has to face the worst result in the end, facing the Tartars and the full-winged chaos army, he will not be able to dominate the world with the power of fighting.

He cursed himself inwardly, Zhuo Bufan's expression suddenly became clear again, and he smiled at everyone with a self-deprecating smile, saying, "Damn it seems that I'm going to have a waste of my trip, but it's worthwhile to learn first-hand information. Huaer, brothers, prepare to go back. In the future, Shenlong Mountain can challenge any enemy to face any difficulties. Even if it's going to challenge the whole world, we will make him turn the world upside down!"

Yizhihua looked at Zhuo Bufan blankly, and a hint of excitement suddenly appeared in her eyes. Suddenly, she understood a doubt that had been bothering her for a long time. At this time, the confidence and rebelliousness revealed in Zhuo Bufan's plain tone attracted her. Wuluo faced something, and he had never failed or depressed in his mind. From the worry and even fear that had just seen Zhuo Bufan's temporary loss, it turned into comfort and touch. This feeling made Yizhihua enjoy extremely happy.

Others also regained their fighting spirit again. In their hearts, Zhuo Bufan is a role model and a banner, and the source of their confidence. It is that simple.

Everyone was about to turn back when they were suddenly attracted by the oxen horn sounded behind them. When they took possession, they finally changed. The Taurus cavalry that blocked the cannon position ran to both sides, and this huge cannon position that attracted attention appeared in front of both sides of the battle.

Suddenly, the Tartar camp burst into cheers like a tsunami, and even the Tartar infantry who were struggling to attack the city stopped, waved their swords and guns, and shouted wildly at the top of the city. Correspondingly, the silence of death on the top of the city, the Tartars' cannon positions could be clearly seen from the top of the city, and the more than thirty very familiar red cannons.

At this time, the infantrymen who were sieging the city had already followed the military call and retreated quickly, and the battlefield fell into a strange silence, as if they were all looking forward to something.

They are looking forward to the first artillery battle between the Tartars and Dahua in history, which is a major event that will be recorded in history.

Suddenly, the rear Tartars camp rushed out of a cavalry, looking like an officer with a large rank, holding a triangular yellow flag. Anyone who knew the battle between the two armies knew that this was an action of negotiating in front of the formation. However, the man did not immediately run towards the city, but stopped in the distance, as if waiting for something.

Zhuo Bufan suddenly no longer had the intention of evacuating. Instead, he made unprecedented moves with interest, rubbed his untrimmed beard with his right hand and watched patiently.

A loud noise like a mountain collapse, and huge flames and smoke burst out from the Tartar artillery formation. They actually fired a volley. It seems that even their artillery operation was unexpectedly proficient.

A faint tearing roar, and a large fire suddenly burst into the head of Songshan City. With the huge explosion, gravel smoke and dust exploded into the air. During this period, you can also see the torn body of a person and the faint screams were frightened. This round of volleys was actually all flowering bombs. The power of the explosion turned a large area of ​​battlements into vanishing, revealing the collapsed city head and the lodging corpses.

Another tsunami-like cheer, the Tartar soldiers' banners shook their morale, and the artillery advantage that the Great China relied on to compete was over, and victory was about to end after this round of volleys.

Zhuo Bufan's eyes leaped. It seems that the Tartar soldiers not only had a large number of advanced artillery, but also had enough flower bullets that the Dahua Army lacked. These are not important. What is important is to find a way to figure out why the Tartars suddenly gained such abilities and what happened to those Japanese samurai.

It was not until the smoke of gunpowder dissipated that the Tartar envoy slowly rushed towards Songshan City again. The royal pennant in his hand became the focus of tens of thousands of people on the battlefield, and the envoy's chest seemed to be higher.

Zhuo Bufan suddenly showed a hint of surprise and a hint of hope in his eyes.

The messenger had already rushed to the city at this time, and even reached a distance of a arrow. He stopped his horse, raised his head and shouted with his breasts, "Dahua's son, Tiancong Khan of the Qing Dynasty, loves the world and cannot bear the needless killing. He specially ordered me to come and give you a way out. Before the sunrise tomorrow, you will surrender to the city. Khan will save you your life. Otherwise, you will be turned into powder by my God-Magic Cannon!"

After shouting, he didn't wait for the city to reply, and went back to his horse with his head raised and his chest raised. He was extremely arrogant. The Tartar soldiers might not understand Chinese, but they all guessed it. Naturally, there was another tsunami-like cheer, and no one was happy if they didn't have to waste their lives in vain.

Although this guy actually used Chinese language, although it was a little stiff, he had a clear pronunciation. Even Zhuo Bufan and others could understand it vaguely.

God helped me. Zhuo Bufan was very happy and wanted to rush over and hug the messenger and kiss him hard. The seemingly hopeless situation actually showed a glimmer of hope.

Huang Taiji really kept his word and did not attack anymore. He just surrounded Songshan tightly, and the dozens of red-clothed cannons were also exerting their power when they did not fire.

There was no movement in Songshan City, and the artillery at the top of the city no longer spoke. Both sides became quiet. Although the Tartar soldiers did not relax their vigilance, the horses flying around were still on guard against the Dahua Army in the city. However, they could truly feel a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere in the Tartars. Victory was definitely an object that had been placed in front of them.

Zhuo Bufan and others stopped watching, and the opportunity was in front of them. It was impossible to blame God if they couldn't catch it. Everyone returned to the hidden snow nest in the distance and began to prepare. The horse had already dealt with it, and it was not a smart choice to keep more than a dozen animals. At the same time, except for weapons, other objects on their bodies and even dry food and water bags were all left. Then, Yizhihua and others seized the time to tease and rest, striving to adjust their condition to the best. Zhuo Bufan actually fell asleep again. For his nerves, Yizhihua and others could only admire him.

Songshan City, which entered the night, was like a dead city, and there was not even a torch on the top of the city. I wonder if I was afraid of becoming a target for the Tartars' artillery training. Once I found that the killer they rely most had become the enemy's advantage, and this kind of strike was heavy and fatal. Outside the city, there was another situation in the Tartars formation. Except for the guarded troops, others seemed to have begun to celebrate in advance. Of course, they would not eat, drink and dance, but the ignition of the bonfire was spread throughout the periphery of Songshan, which had never been seen before. Now they were no longer afraid, what happened to the fire, did the Dahua Army dare to fire the artillery? A joke.

In this way, it caused quite a lot of trouble to Zhuo Bufan and others. The bonfire of the siege like a demonstration in the Tartars did not have a blind spot.

Not far from the Tartars in the southeast, several raised snow bags were not at all eye-catching. Zhuo Bufan looked helplessly at the Tartar soldiers chatting and laughing by the bonfire in front of him. Even the snow cloak was difficult to detect in the night fire. It would be too risky to crawl past those people like this, so he could only wait.

Bored, Zhuo Bufan got the opportunity to observe the Tartars at close range. Although he couldn't understand the tale words, he could guess from their expression that these Tartar soldiers must be talking about some things in their hometown. More than a dozen Tartar soldiers surrounded the bonfire, and a bag of water was passed among the crowd. They received a few sips of their heads raised and sips. I don't know if that was wine. I guess the constraints on wine in the Tartars were looser than those of the Dahua Army. Soon, several Tartar soldiers sat and twisted their waists secretly. It seemed like a dance of a nomadic people, but they might not be able to celebrate openly and relax secretly. Inspired by these people, the others hummed a unique tune in a low voice. The beautiful melody from the deep throat, with oral resonance and strong nasal sounds stunned Zhuo Bufan. Isn't this the ancient grassland tune that he was familiar with in his previous life?

For a moment, a trace of confusion flashed in Zhuo Bufan's eyes. After he came to this era, he gradually formed a view that barbarians were not incompatible with each other. In his previous life, wasn't this so-called barbarians outside the pass one of the strangers among the members of the Chinese nation? And the seemingly reckless men in front of him were also lively people.

Well, thinking a little far away, Zhuo Bufan shook his head and put aside these inappropriate ideas. He had to find a way to sneak into the city first. In the future, he would never allow the existence of a powerful northern kingdom, and would never let the two hundred years of ignorant time reappear.

From now on, the multiple-choice questions about survival or destruction will never be done by our Chinese nation.
Chapter completed!