Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 13: Abundant Martial Arts
Following Lu Jiude's order, the gates of Zhengyang, Jubao and others opened immediately, and the young and strong men who had gathered inside rushed out in chaos.

At this time, the main force of the Qing army was in the east of the city, and had actually collapsed. In the south of the city, there were only a small number of miscellaneous troops or surrendered Ming troops. There was a large Qing army camp at Yuhuatai, but they were also the first to know about the defeat in the east of the city...

The Qing army was defeated eastward.

They did not have a stable control area south of Nanjing.

Zhenjiang is the rear base.

Therefore, the defeated Qing army instinctively fled eastward in the chaos, then around Purple Mountain to the north. The Qing troops watching from Yuhua Terrace also understood that the situation was hopeless and prepared to retreat to Zhenjiang. Similarly, those south of the city, while unaware of what was happening, were aware that the Qing troops on Yuhua Terrace were fleeing. These surrendered Ming troops, originally a ragtag group, could only flee.

At this time, hundreds of thousands of young and strong men rushed out of the city like a floodgate opened.

Almost in the blink of an eye, they began to cover Yuhuatai as quickly as ants covering a cake.

So the orderly retreat turned into the same collapse.

No attempt to fight back.

There's no point in fighting back.

With a torrent of this magnitude, any small counterattack would be drowned in an instant.

In this way, the Qing army on the entire battlefield fell into collapse.

Those who slowed down were constantly overtaken and overwhelmed by the young and strong. In such a battle, bravery was useless. Even the elite Eight Banners Manchus, Bayala Banner, struggled desperately against the torrent. Their arrows could kill one, even ten, young men, but they couldn't stop the hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of them behind them. These young men certainly couldn't draw their bows, but they had plenty of spears, harpoons, and stones, and the old-fashioned matchlock muskets were not invincible. Similarly, the most skilled warriors were useless. A veteran with countless battles and countless lives would die an ugly death facing hundreds of bricks raining down on his head.

Those young and strong men are really not afraid of death!
On the battlefield within their sight, their Emperor Taizu Gao was still shining!

The golden-armored god of war!
The golden light suddenly shot up into the sky, then swooped down towards the Qing army...

"Even if I die, I can come back to life and trample you dogs under my feet forever!

Taste the punishment of heaven!"

Yang Feng roared in the sky.

Then, he pointed his Fang Tian Hua Ji, sending meteors streaking through the heavens. Flames trailed a spectacular trail, like a spear pierced by a god, piercing a general who was desperately trying to rally the fleeing Qing army, having already stabilized over a thousand men. The general looked up in horror at the rapidly expanding trail. The Qing troops around him, who had just stabilized, began to flee once again. But then, with a terrifying roar that echoed through the battlefield, his area was transformed into a fiery explosion. A ferocious shockwave, carrying dust and gunpowder smoke, rapidly pushed forward, sending the fleeing Qing troops flying in pieces. Wherever it struck, men and horses were thrown to the ground, even those who had already run over two hundred meters were directly knocked over.

The earth was shaking too.

The deafening roar, like the collapse of heaven and earth, shook the entire battlefield, and even the people who were fighting were stunned.

They watched as mushroom-shaped smoke rose from the explosion point.

"What the hell did you throw?"

Yang Feng was shocked.

He just wanted to throw it in to show off and cheer.

But this power must at least be a heavy bomb!
"While watching the show, I turned the short-range missile that one side had just launched."

The so-called God answered frankly.

Yang Feng was speechless.

The Ming army soldiers who woke up immediately burst into crazy roars and rushed towards their enemies like crazy. Some of them even held the enemy's spears and hugged him to create opportunities to kill their companions. At the same time, their opponents had completely lost the courage to resist. All they could think of was to quickly escape from this terrifying demon.

They are mortals, and mortals cannot defeat a demon.

The demon suddenly turned towards Xiaoling Mausoleum.

At this time, some Ming troops had already rushed there, while the Qing troops there had abandoned their cannons and were breaking out down the mountain.

They can go north.

The Qing army still has some main forces in the north of Nanjing, but they cannot come to reinforce. After all, even cavalry would have to run dozens of miles just to bypass Purple Mountain, so it is safe there for the time being.

Yang Feng flew over immediately.

However, these Qing troops were also very smart. When they saw Yang Feng, they knew that once they gathered together, it would be difficult to escape Yang Feng's pursuit, so they simply dispersed and went directly into the dense forest.

"gasoline"

Yang Feng shouted.

The next moment a fifty-liter oil drum appeared in his hand.

He knocked the oil barrel against the halberd's blade, creating a hole, then dove down, landing before the horrified gaze of the Qing soldiers below. He then ran frantically through the dense forest, spilling the entire barrel onto the pine needles. This season was certainly not suitable for starting a fire, but the Xiaoling Mausoleum was surrounded by pine trees. When the mausoleum was built, hundreds of thousands of them had been planted. Furthermore, Zhu Yuanzhang had frantically planted trees around the area to supply the shipbuilding industry.

And they are all flammable.

The tung trees used to extract tung oil, the lacquer trees used to tap lacquer, and even the palm trees used to make palm cables.

It is said that there are as many as two million trees.

So the Purple Mountain of this era can be said to be covered with these flammable trees.

After pouring the oil, Yang Feng took out his lighter as several Qing soldiers on the opposite side kowtowed and begged for mercy...

"Since you're here, just be a sacrifice!"

He said.

Then he lit the dead branch in his hand and threw the pine branch on the ground.

The thick pine needles soaked in gasoline instantly turned into flames rising into the sky. The Qing soldiers were frightened and turned around and ran away, but the fire spread very quickly and was behind them in a blink of an eye. A Qing soldier who ran slower was immediately ignited by the flames. He screamed and grabbed his companions, originally wanting the latter to save him, but he ignited the latter. They fell to the ground screaming and rolled around, and the flames continued to catch up with the fleeing Qing soldiers.

The fire spread wildly.

These are pine needles.

And they are pine needles that have accumulated over the years.

It is not allowed to cut firewood or pick grass in the forest near the Xiaoling Mausoleum. This is a restricted area. There is a thick layer of grass on the ground. Even in summer, it can be easily ignited. Forest fires are common in the south in summer.

What's more, Yang Feng poured gasoline on it.

Yang Feng looked at the Qing army rolling and screaming in the sea of ​​fire with satisfaction, and then flew into the sky.

At this time, the young and strong men from Taiping Gate had also rushed out.

"Watch this side! Don't let the Jiannu inside escape. I want to use them to commemorate all my old brothers!"

Yang Feng shouted.

Many of his old brothers are buried nearby!
Lead these young and strong officers to receive the order quickly.

Yang Feng looked at the rapidly spreading fire below and the Qing army that was fleeing frantically but was constantly being chased by the fire. He turned around with satisfaction and flew back to the battlefield.

However, there was no need for him to do anything at this time. Even Yuhuatai had been completely occupied by the young and strong counterattacking troops. The fleeing Qing army was fleeing northward along the outer wall, and some broke out of the outer wall and fled northward outside. However, the Qing army in the south of the city could only flee towards Dashengguan because of the obstruction of Yuhuatai.

He cruised in the sky with his Fang Tian Hua Ji as if he was flying a sword.

This Fang Tian Hua Ji can last indefinitely as long as he gives it some initial kinetic energy.

And it can hover. Or in other words, it can stay in the sky until it is dropped, and it can be in any state during this period.

You can even turn it into a Maxim rifle.

Of course, you have to provide your own bullets.

principle……

It's already a magical tool, why does it need a bullshit principle?

This is the power of rules.

"Great Grandfather!"

Suddenly someone shouted from below.

Yang Feng descended immediately.

A group of young men on Yuhua Terrace quickly knelt down, and one of them pointed down the mountain.

"Grandpa, that's Liu Liangzuo. He was originally the garrison commander of Fengyang. He surrendered as soon as the Jiannu arrived and followed them south."

He said.

Yang Feng immediately turned his gaze towards the foot of the mountain.

A group of cavalrymen were galloping southward, followed by more defeated Qing soldiers, and behind them were the young and strong men who were chasing them. At this time, the area along the river south of Nanjing City was a network of waterways, with dense rivers and ponds. The fleeing Qing soldiers and the pursuing young and strong men had been separated by the terrain, and some of the panicked Qing soldiers even ran into the reed marshes.

Yang Feng dived straight down.

The fleeing Liu Liangzuo immediately saw the golden figure in the sky.

He whipped his horse like crazy.

But it's of no use.

Yang Feng was above their heads in the blink of an eye.

Those personal soldiers fled in all directions without any hesitation. After all, resistance was meaningless. Liu Liangzuo, on the other hand, dived into the nearby reed marsh without hesitation. Since he could not hide while riding a horse, he even jumped off his horse and bent forward in the dense reeds, completely unaware that his whereabouts were visible.

"You bastard, do you think I can't see you from heaven?"

Yang Feng shouted.

He hovered above Liu Liangzuo's head and shouted.

The latter raised his head, looked at him with tears in his eyes, and suddenly knelt down in the mud, kowtowing desperately to Yang Feng. Because the ground was covered with mud, his face was covered with mud in an instant, like a pulled out taro.

"Grandpa, I was forced to do this. I fought for the Ming Dynasty for many years. After Zuo Menggeng surrendered to the enemy, I was left with no other options and had no choice but to surrender to the Jiannu. I was just waiting for an opportunity. I really didn't want to betray the Ming Dynasty!"

He howled.

"You bastard, do you think I don't know that your brother has been under the command of the Jiannu for a long time?"

Yang Feng shouted.

Liu Liangzuo's younger brother had already been a general of the Han army of the Bordered Yellow Banner of the Qing Dynasty.

At this time, a group of young men appeared in the reed marsh nearby.

"Everyone come here!"

Yang Feng shouted.

The young and strong men quickly gathered around.

"Chop this piece of shit up, chop it up finely, and throw it into the Yangtze River to feed the fish!"

Yang Feng pointed at Liu Liangzuo who was still kneeling and said.

Upon hearing this, the latter immediately stood up, unhesitatingly drawing his sword. Like a wounded wolf, he roared viciously at the young men. They were somewhat bewildered, but then one of them regained consciousness and immediately launched his harpoon. Hua Ma Liu was also a true warrior. He deflected the harpoon with a single blow and charged at the young men. Although they were just a group of civilians, Emperor Taizu Gao was watching, and no one backed down.

They gathered together, those with spears raised their spears and moved forward, and those with hoes raised their hoes.

Liu Liangzuo, fully armored, charged straight towards them.

This guy was experienced. Relying on the protection of his high-quality armor, he pushed the spear away with one arm and stabbed the young man holding the spear with the knife in his hand. The knife immediately pierced into the opponent's body, but he didn't expect the latter to grab his hand directly. He hurriedly drew his knife, but the young man gritted his teeth and held on tightly.

Liu Liangzuo pulled anxiously.

The next moment he suddenly tilted his head to the side.

A hoe passed by his ear and dug into his shoulder.

Although his heavy armor protected him, the thing still caused severe pain in his arm, and he was unable to push away the other spear.

The spearman raised his spear and hit him directly on the head.

He tried to pull his hand away frantically.

But the young man opposite had blood coming out of his mouth, but he still held his hand tightly.

The next moment the hoe fell again.

Liu Liangzuo endured the severe pain and raised his other hand, but at the same time, a stone hit him on the forehead, making his eyes black. The hoe also fell on his helmet. Although the helmet was still strong, he was almost knocked unconscious. He roared like a drunk, and then the hoe fell again.

He pulled his hands outward like a madman, even dragging the young man forward.

But the latter refused to let go even though blood was coming out of his mouth.

Even another person came up from behind and also grabbed Liu Liangzuo's hand.

More hoes continued to fall, stones continued to fall, spears continued to hit him, and Liu Liangzuo didn't know how many times he had been hit before something suddenly pierced his eye. Then, a sinister man in the crowd put away his bamboo crossbow for hunting. Liu Liangzuo, with the crossbow arrow stuck in his eye, screamed in pain and finally knelt on the ground helplessly. Then, the young men with hoes continued to dig at him...

Just like a Japanese foot soldier striking with a spear.

"If this had happened earlier, the Jiannu wouldn't have been able to cross the Yellow River. No, if this had happened earlier, Chongzhen wouldn't have had to hang himself."

Yang Feng was in the sky, looking at Liu Liangzuo who was being dug up by the hoe without any resistance.

At this moment, a man, clearly a blacksmith, emerged from the crowd. Swinging a forging hammer, he approached the already dying Hua Ma Liu and unceremoniously struck him in the back. This wasn't a small hammer used on the battlefield; it was something like a modern eight-pound sledgehammer. The blow sent blood spurting out of Liu Liangzuo, and he collapsed to the ground, his lower body twitching. His spine was presumably shattered. But the young men continued diligently hoeing him. After all, Emperor Taizu Gao's order was to chop him into pieces, a method they weren't used to. They were more comfortable using hoes. They surrounded Liu Liangzuo, and a dozen hoes rose and fell continuously, gradually pulverizing the former Earl of Guangchang of the Great Ming Dynasty.

Full of martial virtue.

It already has the style of our ancestors.

But to be honest, if they had always maintained such martial virtues, given the situation in the late Ming Dynasty, Chongzhen would not have had to hang himself.

Therefore, the fact that the common people have abundant martial virtues is not only feared by foreign enemies, but also by the emperor and his court, as well as all the civil and military officials!

Yang Feng was in the air, watching those young men carefully digging up Liu Liangzuo until he could no longer be distinguished from the soil. But it didn't matter, as long as he was broken into pieces, it would be fine. Then those young men dug out the soil rich in Liu Liangzuo, pushed a wheelbarrow and a dung basket, loaded the dung basket, pushed it to the bank of the Yangtze River, and poured it directly into the surging river.

(End of this chapter)