The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 192

"I'm Sun Jie, fire and bombard, fire and bombard!"

Sun Jie's voice came from the walkie-talkie in Zhao Dading's hand.

"Order received, order received!"

Zhao Dading yelled a few times into the walkie-talkie.

Looking ahead at Shengjing City, Zhao Dading's face was full of excitement.

Then, he adjusted the channel of the walkie-talkie in his hand and said loudly: "Start shelling, start shelling!"

The commander on the artillery position received an order from Zhao Dading.

Put the walkie-talkie in your hand and look at the artillery behind you.

The small red flag in his hand suddenly waved down, and at the same time shouted: "Fire!"

The artillery has already been prepared.

Following the commander's order, the shells flew towards Shengjing City.

"Whoosh!"

A white smoked rocket headed towards Shengjing City.

A parabola was drawn in the air, and the speed was fast.

Most of the Jiannu on the top of the city have never seen it before, and don't know what it is, especially those recruits, one by one, they stretched their necks to look at the rockets, most of them were curious, and they didn't know that the scythe of death had been swung. .

"Get down and hide behind the sandbag!"

An old Jiannu soldier shouted at these recruits.

The old pawns on the city wall had fought Sun Jie before, so of course they knew what it was.

When the rockets just appeared in the sky, they shouted at the top of their voices, telling the soldiers on the city wall to hide behind the sandbags.

In order to guard against Sun Jie's shelling, Huang Taiji asked soldiers to build a large number of fortifications on the city wall.

Basically, they are all built with sandbags. The main purpose is to prevent the splashing of shrapnel when the shell explodes and reduce a large number of casualties.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The speed of the rockets and shells was so fast that they drew arcs one after another in the sky.

The piercing sound was so shrill as if it came from hell.

"Get down!"

An old soldier roared loudly, and pushed a thirteen or fourteen-year-old soldier behind a sandbag.

The rocket didn't land on the top of the city, the arc flew perfectly over the city wall and fell towards the city.

Behind this rocket, dense shells and rockets followed closely behind, covering the entire sky.

The soldiers on the city wall looked at the cannonballs that covered the sky and the sun, and they couldn't breathe in depression.

The recruits didn't know what it was, but the old soldiers were all numb from the dense shells in the sky.

"What a disaster, what a disaster!"

An old soldier with a yellow flag was lying behind the sandbag, looking at the densely packed shells in the sky, and muttering in a low voice with fear.

The scene of the explosion that day is still lingering in front of me.

If so many shells fall on the city, I am afraid that there will be heavy casualties.

The tragedy of that day reappeared in his mind, and his body couldn't help shaking.

Most of the slave soldiers who fought against Sun Jie looked like this.

Don't say that the Eight Banners are invincible. When they meet people who are countless times stronger than them, they are just clay bodhisattvas.

In a solid fortification, Huang Taiji huddled inside, looking at the sky full of shells, feeling terrified.

"We must be able to hold the city wall, we must be able to hold the city wall!"

The Queen Mother shouted loudly, hysterically.

Rather than cheering himself up, it is better to say that he has fallen into a demon.

At this time, Sun Jie stood in front of the army formation, pointed at the sky full of shells and rumbling guns ahead, looked at Chongzhen beside him, and said:
"See? This is my strength!"

Chongzhen was shocked!

Following Sun Jie's words, the first batch of shells finally landed in Shengjing City.

……

The snow in the city was deep, and Huang Taiji mobilized a large number of people to climb the city wall.

As a result, the snow in the city was left unattended and piled up there.

On a flat ground, the snow is like a cream cake, covering the ground.

Suddenly, like spring, the snow began to melt.

A gas tank shell landed in the center, and the flames covered the snow on this place.

The shock wave blasted away the snow on this place.

In mid-air, it was melted by the scorching air again.

Large pieces of snow can still turn into rain and fall to the ground.

Small pieces of snow were directly evaporated by the fire in mid-air.

A modest house was blown into rubble when a gas tank shell fell into it.

The Jiannu inside was killed by the violent explosion.

"Boom boom boom!"

After the first shell exploded, dense and loud explosions continued one after another.

All the buildings in the city were hit by shells.

One after another, flames were ignited in the city, and the beautiful fireworks, like thunder from the nine heavens, cleaned the ground inch by inch.

The falling snow in the city evaporated under the scorching of the flames.

The buildings in the city were shrouded in shells and torn apart by the shock waves.

Even the slaves inside were killed by shells or buried by collapsed houses.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of explosions continued one after another, like thunder from the sky.

There are collapsed houses everywhere, and the Jian slaves in the city run around in panic.

Where is there a safe place?
There is no place to stand, no place to be safe.

The house at home was bombed, and Jian Nu ran to the street.

This will not make them feel better, under the cover of gunfire, this is a pot of gunpowder mixed with flesh and blood soup.

A dozen Jian slaves ran out of a dilapidated house, shouting and running wildly on the street.

"Ah, help, help!"

"What is this? What is this?!"

There are men and women, old and young in this group.

They were not Jiannu soldiers, and they had never confronted Sun Jie head-on, so they naturally didn't know the power of this kind of artillery.

Now they have entered a nightmare.

"What's going on? What's going on? Am I dreaming?!"

In the crowd, a big fat man kept patting his thigh, his panic mixed with the fat on his face, like a big fat pig fleeing for his life in a slaughterhouse.

At first glance, it looks like the kind of nobleman who built slaves, otherwise he wouldn't be so fat.

I was sleeping at home just now, and for some reason, the house suddenly collapsed.

If it weren't for his sharp eyesight and quick hands, he would have been buried in it long ago.

She was still wearing silk and satin pajamas, and one of her shoes was missing.

For a pampered person like him, if it was not a last resort, he would not be so desperate.

No one could answer his question.

A gas tank shell fell from the sky and landed beside him.

Before he was given time to react, the flames and explosions engulfed him.

There was no scream, and it disappeared in place.

When the explosion disappeared, a large pit appeared in place.

Inside was a mutilated corpse.

It seemed that the sky didn't want to spare him, another shell fell into the pit.

The broken corpse, this time, was not so lucky.

After the explosion, there is nothing left.

The so-called frustration is nothing more than that.

Those people who ran out with him also disappeared in sevens and eighties.

There were still a few survivors, but they were blown into fools by the explosion.

Running wildly in the city, sometimes shouting, sometimes dancing excitedly.

After all, he still didn't escape.

One was decapitated by the fragments from the shell explosion, and the other was smashed by the broken bricks and tiles.

Most of the rest are the same.

Sun Jie would not show mercy to them, just as these Jian slaves did not show mercy to the people of Daming.

The sun in the sky began to slant westward, and the artillery bombarded a round.

In the bedroom of a luxurious mansion, more than a dozen people crowded inside, and everyone looked panic-stricken.

The sound of explosions could be heard incessantly, scaring them into fear.

A six or seven-year-old child was huddled in the crowd, flustered and lost. Whenever there was an explosion, his body couldn't help shaking.

The panic on his face almost turned into reality, and the servants around him were specially found by him to embolden him.

This is a nobleman who built slaves, named Fucha Misihan, one of the eight surnames who built slaves.

Since the establishment of slavery, Aixinjueluo and various surnames have multiplied, and there are countless nobles in the city.

This Fucha Misihan was also a well-known person in the original history.

His father's name is Fucha Hashtun, a fierce general under Huang Taiji, who has repeatedly made military exploits.

In the eighth year of Kangxi, Mi Sihan was promoted to the Minister of the Household Department. During the San Francisco Rebellion, he advocated the use of troops and was a hawk.

The stability of Kangxi and the pacification of the San Francisco Rebellion have a lot to do with him.

If there are no accidents, he will have a bright future in the not-too-distant future.

However, his future will stop here.

Cannonball doesn't care what your name is, nor does it care whether you are a person with outstanding abilities in the future.

His father, Tun Shiha, is now leading the army on the city wall, so he can only leave him at home.

Tun Shiha thought that the most dangerous place was the city wall, and there would be no danger at home.

Even if there is danger, it is the people on the city wall who are in danger.

However, he never expected that not only was there danger on the top of the city, but there was also danger inside the city.

If Tun Shiha knew about Sun Jie's plan, would he regret leaving his son in the city?

Mi Sihan had never led a soldier to fight a war. At the age of six or seven, he had never even seen the cruelty of war, let alone confronted Sun Jie's soldiers. Naturally, he didn't know how powerful Sun Jie was.

The half-grown child was so frightened by the rumbling explosion that his crotch was wet.

The servants around him also had the same expressions.

"boom!"

A rocket shot from the sky, poking a huge hole in the roof.

The rocket passed through the hole and landed directly on the ground.

Because the impact force was too great, the rocket pierced the floor tiles and was directly inserted into the ground.

The rocket did not explode for a while, but white smoke continued to be emitted from the tail.

The people in the room were so frightened that they ran out like crazy.

These servants, in order to escape for their lives, completely ignored Mi Sihan.

What master, what noble, at this moment, where is life important?

Six or seven-year-old Mi Sihan was forgotten in the room, standing next to the rocket, crying loudly at a loss.

The rocket will not be extra merciful just because Mi Sihan is a child.

Mi Sihan saw a flash of light, and then saw his torn body.

Immediately afterwards, boundless and endless darkness surged.

Even without pain, he completely lost his breath.

Fucha Misihan, the Minister of the Household Department in the early Qing Dynasty, who raised countless money and food for the San Francisco Rebellion, turned into nothingness at this time.

In the room where Mi Sihan was, the tiles were rolled up by the explosion and flew in all directions, the beams were blown off, and the walls were blown down.

With just one shell, the room was destroyed.

This is just the tip of the iceberg under the bombed city of Shengjing.

The shells, like rain, washed the ground inch by inch.

With anger, the shells tore the bricks and the flesh at the point of impact.

The imperial palace in Shengjing City is the symbol of the highest right to build slaves.

As the saying goes, the king's right is bestowed by gods, but this time, the gods did not protect him.

Under the accurate guidance of the drone, the shells fell into it like a heavy rainstorm.

The concubines, guards, and Huang Taiji's sons and daughters were blocked in the palace by artillery fire.

Huang Taiji's fourth son, Aixinjueluo Yebusu, is only half a child now.

The palace he was in was shattered by several shells, and the people in the palace suffered heavy casualties.

His mother, killed on the spot, was shattered to pieces in front of him.

The guards in the palace were also loyal and protected him and escaped outside the palace.

It's a pity that the density of artillery fire is too great to run out at all.

They can only scurry and run around in the palace.

But the shells seemed to have eyes, chasing them and exploding.

There were fewer and fewer guards protecting Ye Busu, and the explosions became more and more intensive.

Amidst Ye Busu's howling, a shell smashed him to the ground.

It is true that a half-grown child has not committed any crime.

But he is the son of Huang Taiji, so he has to bear the sins brought by Huang Taiji.

Not only Ye Bushu was in the palace, but also Fulin, the future Shunzhi Emperor.

He is only in his early three years old now, and in three years' time, he will rule the world and become the youngest emperor of Jiannu.

It's a pity that he didn't have this chance.

A guard hugged him and fled in the palace.

He was so scared by the explosion that he burst into tears. His mother, Bumbutai, was cut in two to protect him, and died after struggling on the ground for a long time.

His flustered little face was still stained with flesh and blood flying from nowhere, holding his guard, his face was full of anxiety and fear.

"Oh!"

A shell landed behind the guard, and the shock wave directly knocked him to the ground.

With weakness in his hands, he threw Fulin out.

Before Shunzhi landed, another shell landed not far away.

The shock wave directly hit Fulin on a nearby copper water tank used for fire prevention.

"Buzz!"

The echoes echoed everywhere, and the crying stopped abruptly.

Fulin posted on it.

"Little Master!"

The guard was not dead yet, he looked at Fulin on the water tank, shouted in despair, staggered up from the ground, and crawled towards Fulin.

"Oh!"

A slab of rock that was blown into the sky accelerated and fell, hitting the water tank.

Fulin, who was "sticking" to the water tank, was detached from the water tank by the shock generated when the long stones collided with the water tank.

Several lumps of meat flew in all directions, and one piece even flew into the guard's mouth.

The guards cried even louder!

(End of this chapter)