The front lines of Luoyang and Shenyang are both dragging the ground. Both sides have implemented the dragging method that Heihu is heart-wrenching, but they have also implemented the dragging method. However, the goals of both sides are different.

What both sides are competing now is patience and confidence.

When Wu Sangui launched the first wave of catapults on Luoyang.

The first batch of reinforcements from the Korchin tribe also arrived.

Ten thousand people.

However, the Chenyang City they faced was quiet, with no sound of gunfire fighting at all.

The suburbs of Chenyang they saw in front of them were dense trenches layer by layer, surrounding the entire Chenyang City in a spider web.

When Korqin's commander Gree saw this layout, she immediately felt that things were not good.

"The other party doesn't want to really conquer Shenyang, his goal is us."

Rilige also saw this situation: "But we are here, can we not rescue? This is obviously a trap, but can we not jump?"

Gree smiled bitterly. His deputy was right. The foundation of the Qing Dynasty was in Shenyang, and those of you had to fight if you didn't fight. The reason was the woman behind you.

The woman of the Korqin tribe, the empress dowager of the Qing Dynasty.

"We have to rush in no matter what, and strengthen Chenyang's defense." Rilihe made such a suggestion.

But Gree shook his head. We were all cavalrymen. Facing the enemy's trenches like spider webs, we had no strength to rush through.

"Then are we just watching Shengjing in front of us, but we stand by and watch?"

"Of course not." Gree denied his deputy's statement: "The meaning of our existence is to restrain the enemy outside and prevent the enemy from attacking the city with all their strength. As long as Shengjing is saved, our goal will be achieved."

Rilige reminded him again: "Do you still understand the queen's meaning? We must first solve Wang Xuejun, expel him, and solve the worries of the Qing Dynasty. Otherwise, we will bear the unbearable weight."

Gree was still calm and looked at his subordinates again: "But in the face of such a trench, as a cavalry, can I do anything?"

Then he sighed: "The Korqin tribe has already paid too much of the lives of warriors for this Qing Dynasty. If we continue to consume this, our tribe will no longer be able to become king in the Mongolian region."

"The prince is right, but the prince should understand even more that the reason why the Korqin tribe can dominate the grassland today is also the supply of salt and iron from the Qing Dynasty, and the firm support of the two emperors of the Qing Dynasty? If we had not had these two support from the Qing Dynasty, would we still be today?"

"But we have also paid too much for the Qing Dynasty. Every time we fought against the Ming Dynasty, our Korqin warriors rushed to the front. Look back at our entire Korqin tribe. How many young people are there now?"

This is reality and there is no way to refute it.

"But there is a saying among the Han people: The skin is not in the hair? Without the Qing Dynasty, there will be no us. The prince will think twice."

Gree breathed a long sigh: "I know this, so I will rescue Shengjing at all costs. But as a commander, I need to calmly think about all the problems. For example, if Wang Xuejun launches a desperate attack on Shengjing when we arrive, then everything will be normal. However, guns and cannons here are not coming, do you think this is normal? Don't you think that Wang Xuejun dug a trap and is waiting for us to jump in?"

Wang Xuejun looked at the enemy opposite and wandered around, feeling so urgent: "Has my plan failed? Have the enemy seen through everything I did?"

Qi Fei smiled indifferently: "The prince did nothing wrong, but the enemy was too cunning. In order to strengthen the enemy's determination to rescue, we should still attack Chenyang City."

"There are many ancient monuments in Chenyangli, and I don't want to destroy him in my way."

Qi Fei really had nothing to say about his prince's cherishing the ancient sites inexplicably. But he had to suggest it, otherwise his joining the army would lose his effect: "This is a war, and some things will inevitably be destroyed. If the prince still uses this method of catching mice in a porcelain shop, then there is really no need to fight this battle. I suggest we withdraw our troops."

Faced with the sincere suggestions from this subordinate, Wang Xuejun also smiled.

I don’t know when it started, but I became a mother-in-law for no reason.

"Okay, now order the artillery to attack the city wall of Chenyang. Remember that it is the city wall to launch artillery fire. You must break a gap in the selected city wall of Chenyang within an hour."

That's right. Qi Fei happily ran to the artillery position and issued an order to the artillery.

In order to prevent possible enemies from attacking Shanhaiguan, the artillery left half of its strength to defend Shanhaiguan. But the remaining half was enough to be terrifying.

With a command, thousands of cannons were fired at once. Within the continuous bombardment, the ancient city wall of Chenyang collapsed within an hour.

Then, in front of the enemy, the first attacking team appeared, the terrifying African Legion.

This is Wang Xuejun's sword. As long as they appear, it will be the beginning of a decisive battle.

Gree saw such an ending from afar. At this time, the situation had forced him to mobilize his full strength. Otherwise, the woman who had just arrived at his tribe would have destroyed his family in a blink of an eye.

He pulled out the sword from his waist and issued an order to attack the 15,000 soldiers who followed him.

In fact, he also knew that his cavalry was powerless to face the trenches as dense as spider webs. He was just making an attitude to restrain the enemies attacking Chenyang City.

All the warriors activated their horses and launched a desperate charge.

At this time, he was greeted by tens of thousands of Xinming troops gathered fire.

In this era, although there were no machine guns, the cavalry retreated from the stage of history.

But the trenches that Wang Xuejun invented in advance and the spearmen standing in the trenches were still nightmares for cavalry.

The riding and shooting skills of the nomadic people immediately lost their advantage under such a blow.

Rows of bullets came over, and the density was no less than machine guns.

The artillery assigned to each unit fired their flowering bullets at a long distance, and their shotguns at a close distance.

The dense bullets and iron sand emitted by artillery formed a dense and airtight barrage in front of the charging team.

The warriors of the Korqin grassland, like moths flying into the fire, directly hit the barrage. The result was that they could only be torn apart by the ruthless iron sand barrage.

The battle did not last long. With the moths flying into the flames, the battlefield returned to silence again, with only a lonely, surviving war horse neighing helplessly.
Chapter completed!