Zhu Youlang was an archery enthusiast in his previous life. He always took time to participate in some archery association activities after work. Although he could not reach the level of a professional athlete, he was also well-known in the amateur circle.

Although there are some differences between modern composite bows and Ming Dynasty bows and arrows, the techniques are generally similar.

Zhu Youlang has this foundation, and bent his bow and arrows can be said to be done in one go.

But he saw him take a deep breath and accumulate enough strength to shoot an arrow.

Arrows roared out and penetrated directly into the throat of a Qing army green camp soldier.

"Cough... Cough cough..." The Qing soldier was obviously not mentally prepared. He was stunned for a moment and then grabbed the arrow shaft with both hands and wanted to pull it out. But the arrow was very powerful and shot through. He did this in vain. Not long after, he lost too much blood and fell to the ground exhausted.

The Ming army on the city wall was stunned. They really couldn't imagine that the emperor who had always lived in the deep palace without caring about military affairs would have a superb archery skills. Your Majesty is really unfathomable!

Li Dingguo was also stunned. In his impression, Emperor Yongli had always been a timid king, and the emperor had been like a different person recently. But His Majesty was obviously the Your Majesty, and he could not think of a reason to explain except for the blessing of the ancestors of the Emperor Ming and the ancestors.

But this is definitely good news for the Ming army. After all, no one hopes that His Majesty, whom they gave up their lives to protect, is just a cowardly soft-boy who is as timid as a mouse.

People's hearts are available!

"Your Majesty's Shooting!"

After thinking for a while, Li Dingguo took the lead and shouted.

Nowadays, it is an excellent opportunity to change the soldiers' perception of the emperor, so Li Dingguo naturally refused to miss it.

"Your Majesty's Shooting!"

"Your Majesty's magical martial arts!"

"Your Majesty is brave!"

The Ming soldiers on the top of the city agreed, with a look of joy on their faces.

Li Dingguo could see that they were sincerely happy.

Zhu Youlang did not expect that shooting an arrow would bring a sensational effect. It is not difficult to see how cowardly and cowardly the original Emperor Yongli was.

He cleared his throat, pressed his hands down and said, "Everyone follows me to kill the enemy, the city is there!"

Since ancient times, in offensive and defensive battles, the movement of soldiers' emotions has been very important.

Sometimes, even if one side has a huge advantage but cannot defeat the enemy, it is because its momentum is suppressed.

Although Zhu Youlang's arrow just shot and killed a green camp soldier, the morale-boosting effect it brought was immeasurable.

What's more, the Ming army was not inferior to the Qing army in terms of military strength and combat power, and even had an absolute advantage in artillery.

In this case, Zhu Youlang certainly had the confidence to defend Kunming.

"Shoot!Shoot!"

With a command, the Ming army at the top of the city bent their bows and arrows.

For a moment, thousands of arrows were fired at once, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

In an era of alternating hot and cold weapons, archers and musketeers are in a competitive relationship.

It takes a long time to train a qualified archer, usually two to three years.

And it takes several months to train a musketman.

But in specific environments, the role of archers is obviously much greater than that of musketeers.

It was like the current battle to defend the city, the lethality of arrows everywhere in the sky caused the Qing army to complain.

Seeing that the offensive was suppressed, Wu Sangui's face turned pale.

In his opinion, the Ming army is now a group of wild beasts forced into the corner, just fighting for trapped beasts.

At first, he thought about preserving his strength as much as possible, and relied on the Green Camp soldiers to defeat the Ming army's defense line.

But now it seems that this is impossible.

"Tell me to order and conquer Kunming at all costs. Those who go to the city first should remember their first merits."

Wu Sangui gave a death order now, so the soldiers of our family naturally understood it.

As Wu Sangui's direct descendants, these old Guanning soldiers knew very well that it was time for them to work hard.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Amid the rumbling drums, the well-trained Wu Sanguiben's family soldiers rushed towards the city.

They just cooperated with the Green Camp soldiers to act, but now they are unreserved.

Tens of thousands of soldiers attacked the South Gate like a tide of anger, with a terrifying momentum.

The guardian of the South Gate was Li Dingguo, the King of Jin, and Zhu Youlang, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, was also watching the battle on the South Gate wall at this time.

Seeing that Wu Sangui used his killer move so quickly, Zhu Youlang felt very happy.

"King of Jin, act according to the plan."

Zhu Youlang ordered Li Dingguo.

Li Dingguo nodded, saluted, and waved his hand and ordered: "Start the cannon!"

The Ming soldiers on the top of the city then stuffed the prepared shells into the cannon barrel.

"put!"

With a command, a shell flew out and smashed into the charge of Wu Sangui's family army.

This shell was not a grenade that had killed countless times before, but a massive killing weapon from the Prussian period - a incendiary bomb.

It is true that the incendiary bombs during this period are not stable and are prone to self-destruction in mid-air.

However, the Ming army was lucky this time. The shells did not explode until they hit the enemy formation and then burned.

The high temperature at the moment of the explosion ignited the tinder, and a sea of ​​fire burned out.

Many Wu Sangui's soldiers were burned into firemen before they could react.

Some soldiers who were not dead ran desperately and brought the fire to their companions' robes. For a moment, Wu Sangui's family soldiers were in chaos.

Although they are well-trained, they are relative to the Green Camp soldiers.

When encountering a terrifying scene that they have never seen before, they also seem at a loss and are not superior to others.

"It's a demonic technique, the Ming army has used the demonic technique!"

"Zhurong, it must be Zhurong who has descended to earth!"

"Oh my God, the god has appeared."

In this era, once people encounter unexplained things, they like to pull them into gods, monsters, ghosts and spirits.

Seeing that one living person was burned to death, the psychological defenses of these Wu Sangui's direct descendants were completely penetrated and they all fled in panic.

Zhu Youlang was overjoyed when he saw this.

It seems that the so-called elites in this era are nothing more than that. They cannot bear the casualties that exceed their psychological defense.

It’s just that the number of incendiary bombs is limited, so it’s necessary to save some money. Otherwise, Zhu Youlang really wanted to wipe out all the traitors who sell their owners for honor in one go.

"Don't stop, keep firing!"

This time, the Ming army replaced the howitzer.

Although the power of the flowering bullet is not as powerful as that of the incendiary bomb, it was enough after Wu Sangui's family was in chaos.

Unexpectedly, the Ming army had such a terrifying killing weapon, Wu Sangui collapsed.

He turned to Zhao Butai who was beside him, and saw that he had no expression and felt so angry that his teeth were itchy.

I'm afraid this old dog is secretly grateful in his heart?

After all, if the Eight Banners soldiers were just on board, the loss would be too great.

Wu Sangui knew that nothing was meaningless to say now. He had issued a military order and could not take it back at this time. He could only bite the bullet and fight to the end.

"Charge, those who retreat will die!"

Wu Sangui roared like a wild beast.

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