Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 16: The Berserker's Journey

However, Han Xin was just a talk, and there was no possibility for him to replace the emperor.

Because even if Yang Feng left him a base, it was in the capacity of Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, so this base was loyal to the Zhu family. He only had the right to use this base but not the ownership. At most, he could be the Prime Minister of Cao, but he still had to have it as the Emperor Xian of Han.

In the hearts of this base, they will always be loyal to the Zhu family.

He is just a guest official.

He was the King of Qi and had his own fiefdom.

This base respects him and accepts his command, but he will always be an outsider.

Although he still doesn't know where his Qi State is, it is still his territory, although the Indians and European colonists there also don't know that they already have a monarch.

This is good. He will definitely find ways to immigrate there. After all, that is his territory.

Emperor Gaozu of the Ming Dynasty, accompanied by the renowned military genius Han Xin, descended to the mortal realm, decisively defeating the Qing army at Nanjing and imprisoning the Qing Prince Yu at Chengtian Gate. He then personally assumed control of the government and began to repair the shattered empire. Meanwhile, the Qing army quickly recovered from its defeat and prepared to fight again. Beile Bolo, who had previously dispersed his forces to southern Jiangsu, retreated to Zhenjiang. He joined forces with Beizi Tunqi, who had also led his defeated troops back to Zhenjiang. They quickly occupied Jurong and other areas, establishing a blockade east of Nanjing. Beile Nikan, who had previously remained in Wuhu, also arrived in Dangtu and similarly gathered his defeated troops, establishing a blockade west of Nanjing, thus completing the siege of the city.

Of course, they also knew that they were not able to fight again.

The horrific experiences brought back by those defeated soldiers have caused panic among the Qing army, especially those Ming troops who had just surrendered, who have already begun to flee in large numbers...

This is inevitable.

These guys came to the Qing Dynasty just to burn, kill and loot, because they knew that the Qing Dynasty could win. But now even Emperor Taizu has passed away. How can the Qing Dynasty win?

He should take advantage of the good fortune he had just made in Yangzhou and run away with the stolen gold and silver.

As for encircling Nanjing, this is actually very simple. After all, the cities around Nanjing have no ability to resist at all.

But the real hope of Bolo and others lies upstream.

Ajige, who had been chasing Li Zicheng all the way from Guanzhong, had just defeated Li Zicheng. Li Zicheng himself had also died in Jiugong Mountain. Ajige, who had previously occupied Wuchang, had also quickly occupied Jiujiang.

Nikan has already asked for help as quickly as possible, and it won't be long before Ajige can go downstream.

Of course, Nikam couldn't wait any longer.

Because just three days later, Emperor Gaozu of the Ming Dynasty personally led an army of 100,000 southwards to Dangtu.

Quarry Rock.

In front of the Exiled Immortal Tower.

Emperor Taizu Gao, riding a rhinoceros and holding his Fang Tian Hua Ji, looked down proudly at the battlefield under the yellow silk umbrella.

In reality, Nikan had no choice but to march out of the city to fight. He only had a few thousand Eight Banner Manchus under his command, and the rest were all surrendered Ming troops. If he stubbornly defended Dangtu, someone would have to open the gates to the Emperor Taizu Gao tonight, not even the next day, and sell him out in exchange for a pardon. So he had no choice but to march out of the city to fight, using his Eight Banner Manchus as a supervisory force, forcing those cannon fodder to the front. By then, word had spread about the fate of the previous surrendered troops, so these surrendered Ming troops might not dare to surrender...

Of course, you can surrender with confidence if you have his head, but without his head, surrender will be difficult to guarantee.

In the final analysis, Emperor Taizu Gao had done something too extreme. Now they are afraid to surrender or to fight, unless they have Nikan's head.

But Nikam is not stupid!
He won't give these bastards a chance!
Finally, at this moment, on the banks of Caishiji, with 3,800 Manchus as the supervising force, 2,800 Han troops and 1,800 Mongols as the flanks, they drove more than 30,000 surrendered Ming troops to form a battle array along the Yangtze River, and fought a decisive battle with the 100,000-strong army of Emperor Gaozu of the Ming Dynasty here.

Of course, there are also things that can comfort them.

The Ming army on the opposite side is still in chaos.

The 100,000-man army still had no formation to speak of; they were still scattered in clusters. The main change from the last time was that their armor and weapons were better, as they had captured Qing troops. More people were wearing armor, and the number of hoes had decreased significantly, though they still existed, with longer handles. The number of spears had increased dramatically, and the number of firearms had also increased, but the number of bows hadn't changed significantly. It took three days to train enough archers, and the Qing army's bows were still unstretched. There were still no red cannons.

Although a lot of spoils were captured, the gunners also needed training. It would take three days to train a gunner. If the weapon was in the hands of a rookie, it would pose a greater threat to our own people than to the enemy.

After all, it will explode.

So the eunuch gunners were still the ones holding the line. They were still lying in the earth tank-like vehicles, facing the Qing army's red cannons.

"Drum roll!"

Yang Feng said.

The huge war drum beside him immediately sounded.

The next moment, Yang Feng raised his Fang Tian Hua Ji, which then turned into a golden light that pierced the sky.

The Ming troops arrayed on the battlefield erupted in excited roars, each one gazing up at the golden light and striking the ground with their weapons, creating a dull, tsunami-like sound. In front of the opposing Qing army, red-haired cannons spewed flames, their shells piercing the sky and raining down upon the Ming troops, harvesting lives with their immense kinetic energy.

But no one was afraid.

Even the roar of the Ming army did not stop.

The eunuch gunners in the chariots also began to snipe the Qing artillery.

Yang Feng was still flying in the sky, like a saint blessing the berserkers, flying over the formation, providing blessings of faith to all the soldiers. Wherever he passed, the soldiers indeed became like crazy, roaring with a desire for killing.

The Qing troops on the opposite side were dumbfounded.

After Yang Feng finished blessing the entire army, he hovered directly above the front center of the formation. As all the soldiers looked up, he suddenly began his standard dive. The Qing army, which had long been aware of this kind of attack, was immediately thrown into chaos. The surrendered Ming army, which was the main cannon fodder, turned around crying and pushed each other, trying to escape from this terrifying opponent. But then the Eight Banners Manchus behind them shot arrows at them, and those who tried to escape were immediately shot dead.

The next moment, Yang Feng was like a jet flying at an extremely low altitude, plowing fiercely among them with a roar that broke through the air.

Everywhere he passed was a mess.

Even the Qing army was knocked away by him. He was like a speedboat breaking through the waves, stirring up waves of blood and flesh.

In a blink of an eye, he broke through the formation of cannon fodder and crashed into the formation of Eight Banners Manchus, but the latter endured silently and allowed him to break through the middle.

No one even attacked him, they just kept shooting at the fleeing cannon fodder.

Yang Feng's attack looked scary, but the actual killing was limited. After all, he could only take out a few dozen people at most with one blow...

His attack range is just that wide.

Unless everyone lines up and waits for him to hit them, he won't be able to hit many people.

The Qing army was not stupid. After experiencing it once, they would also study targeted tactics, such as a more dispersed formation, and in response to his beheading, the generals no longer stood under their own flags, and even their armor was changed to that of ordinary soldiers. The Eight Banners was a Niulu system. The Niulu must have known the Beile, and the soldiers must have known the Niulu. There was no need to identify the main general, but because of his collision, the soldiers would fall into chaos and trample on each other like a camp exploded, which was fatal.

The Eight Banners Manchu warriors who endured the torture of Yang Feng ignored this demon and just shot the deserters indifferently.

Their formation was like a city wall, blocking the cannon fodder from escaping. The latter quickly calmed down and the formation began to stabilize.

Yang Feng immediately stood up and searched among the Qing army, but he did not find any suitable targets for beheading. They were all wearing the same colorful cloth armor.

He immediately flew back to Caishiji and landed directly on the Exiled Immortal Tower.

Standing proudly on the roof, he pointed the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand forward, then the sound of war drums accelerated, and the Ming army in formation began to move forward.

At the front were all musketeers, with bird guns, three-eyed guns, dove guns, even magic guns, multi-barreled matchlock guns with brackets, and even large wind-chasing guns similar to lifting guns. There were all kinds of guns, which showed that all the muskets of the past two hundred years could be found in the army. What's more, there were even Hongwu cannons pushed on carts.

These served as the fire output and walked in the front, followed by spearmen, hoemen, and a few archers. This strange formation confused the opposing cannon fodder, and the eunuch musketeers were among them, but their main target was not ordinary cannon fodder, but the gunners of the remaining red cannons. The precise sniping of these eunuch gunners had silenced most of the red cannons. After all, gunners were also afraid of death.

The Qing army's cannon fodder musketeers immediately stepped forward and began firing their bird guns from a distance of nearly two hundred meters. Most of the bullets flew away without anyone knowing where they were going.

Then the chaotic loading.

The Ming army did not open fire. Everyone remained in dense formation, continuing to close the distance firmly and quickly.

The cannon fodder continued to fire, and Ming soldiers kept falling, but it had no effect on the formation. The soldiers behind them bypassed their injured or dead comrades and continued to move forward facing the bullets and buckshot from the opposite side.

The Qing army's cannon fodder continued to fire, but they were obviously a little panicked. After all, they knew that all kinds of firearms that the opposing musketeers had not fired were loaded with bullets.

In this way, the Ming army walked all the way to their chevaux de frise.

next moment……

All firearms were aimed at the Qing army.

The latter turned around without any hesitation, and squeezed towards their companions behind them like crazy. In order to squeeze in, they even swung their weapons at their companions. But it was too late at this time. As a Hongwu cannon first fired a tube of buckshot at a distance of less than 20 meters, all firearms were fired in a short period of time. The dense smoke instantly enveloped the battle line. After the battle, the Ming army went straight forward, moved away the barricades and crashed into the Qing army. Dense forests of spears stabbed and swung extended-handled hoes fell.

Han Xin used this weapon as the spear he was familiar with. He thrust the spear into the front and smashed the spear into the head. In the forest of spears, countless former musketeers, bent at the waist or even lying prone, wielding daggers, spikes, and even axes to frantically attack legs and waists. The thick smoke made these soldiers, who had probably never seen blood, completely relieved of any psychological problems. After all, there were only a mess of legs and waists in front of them...

Just poke it.

Then the Qing army cannon fodder collapsed without any suspense.

(End of this chapter)