Chapter 491: This is the invincible Eight Banners Powerhouse...

More than 200 rifle blockers above the city were all in their positions, all behind the shooting hole of the female wall, and slowly extended the rifle with a scope in his hand out of the shooting hole.

At this time, Lebao and others were not close to the city gate, but not far away. They were shouting loudly, asking the soldiers to push the cannons forward.

Zhang Tiedan spat and rubbed his hands in his hands, took a deep breath again, put his eyes in front of the scope, and used the crosshair inside the scope to cover the big man wearing cotton armor and surrounded by a large group of people wearing gorgeous armor.

"Dad, mom, bless your son." Zhang Tiedan murmured and prayed in a low voice, held her breath again, and pulled the trigger...

Lebao had a ferocious face and viciously urged the soldiers to hurry up and send the cannons to the suspension bridge to approach the bombardment. He really didn't believe that he couldn't blow up the corridor.

The children of the royal family next to them were also shouting loudly, as if one of them was a famous general who looked down on the world.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a dense explosion sound from the city gate tower. Lebao opened his mouth in surprise, and the helmet on his head suddenly cracked a big hole in the temple. Large swells of red and white gushed out from there...

The coach was killed instantly. More than ten royal children around the coach, as well as some general leaders, all turned into dead souls under guns. Only a few people were lucky enough to escape death. The Yongbeile, who had a yellow belt, was shot in a total of seventeen times. When his originally shiny head fell to the ground, he had become a rotten watermelon that was like a drunk man who had slapped more than ten sticks with a mace.

The army was so scared that the gunshots were a little dumb. What’s important is that the tragic deaths of nearly twenty important figures made these spoiled Eight Banner soldiers suddenly realize the fear of death.

It was not over yet. The Eight Banners artillery soldiers who were shouting horns and pushing the artillery to the suspension bridge became the targets of the hidden blockers on the city tower. They watched their robes fall down one by one, but they just had no ability to fight back. Or, it should be said that the beheading operation just now made these Eight Banners soldiers even forget their responsibilities. I don’t know who shouted, and the Eight Banners soldiers who were afraid of life and fearing death finally regained their nature and turned around and fled.

Some soldiers didn't even care about the weapons in their hands, and the gunshots behind them were still continuing. The continuous death note sounded again and again with a strong sense of rhythm, which made the courage of some soldiers who were brave enough to rush forward.

More and more people fled, which led to the retreat of the entire army. Even the cavalrymen of the cavalry camp fled, as if several times more fierce enemies were following and chasing them.

"Damn, these bastards! I have only fired four shots. These Qingdogs are escaping their lives fast enough." Zhang Tiedan looked at the backs of the panic who had already left the range and patted the strong female wall with some depression. "Company Commander, the regiment commander and others did not fire their fucking fire."

"Still firing?" The company commander who was also putting away his rifle in disappointment rolled his eyes: "Only our 200 guns have turned these tens of thousands of Eight Banners soldiers into rabbits. If you fire again, do you want them all to escape back to the Forbidden City?"

"Can you call a soldier? Grandma's, not even a rabbit." Another soldier shook his head, looking unsatisfied.

"This is the military, this is the famous Qing Dynasty and its founding title is called the Eight Banners, which is invincible to the Eight Banners." A voice with mockery and contempt sounded not far behind them.

"Captain!" Seeing the shiny military rank sign on the black helmet of the visitor, several soldiers who were boasting were all saluting with guns.

After the commander smiled and greeted, he looked at the Eight Banners soldiers who were far away from the city wall and were still running wildly, and looked at the weapons scattered all over the city, artillery and hundreds of chariots of supplies. "Send the Commander!"

"arrive!"

"Det the hanging basket and send engineers to cross the river. Those supplies can be pulled up to the city wall. As for those who can't be taken away, I will throw them into the moat. Hehe, those dogs, I see what else they can use to attack the city. Those cannons are too heavy, so there is no need to move them, and they will fill them up and explode them." The regiment commander grinned insidiously and gave an order.

After fleeing Shanhaiguan for a few miles, dozens of lives were killed by the official army. Only then did they stop the collapse and stop. More than 25,000 Eight Banners soldiers actually made the opponent's rogue and fire. This made the remaining Eight Banners senior generals want to vomit blood. What made them cry even more was that the head coach Lebao, Yongda Beile, and more than ten royal children were all buried under the city wall of Shanhaiguan.

They never thought that at least two hundred steps away from the city gate tower, the other party could beat people and even beat people accurately.

However, now, not only are the upper-level generals killed and injured most of them, but also lost supplies and a lot of weapons. When some people woke up and wanted to rush back to the city to grab the supplies, they had already heard the loud explosion, and balls of rolling smoke rose from the city gate tower.

"It's over..." Almost all the Eight Banners soldiers had only such an idea in their minds.

"Retreat, withdraw to Qinyu County, and send people to the capital to report to the emperor that Shanhaiguan has been lost..." The remaining commander of the blue flag, Urgon, closed his eyes in despair, lost food, grass, weapons, artillery, and artillery, lost the commander, and so many children of the royal family. God knows what kind of thunderous wrath that emperor will emit.

If Shanhai Pass is lost, it is equivalent to breaking the shortcut to the Eight Banners of the Capital.

This time, it was still 800 miles in a hurry, running towards Beijing day and night...

When Heshen, who was quickly called out from the mansion, was resentful, rushed to Changchun Garden, he heard the news that Qianlong had vomited blood and fainted again. When he heard that Qianlong, who had been very weak in recent times, fainted again, Heshen was so scared that his face turned pale, fearing that his protective umbrella would be nothing.

The entire Changchun Garden was full of chaos for more than half a day. It was not until almost noon that Qianlong, who was lying on the sickbed, summoned Heshen and other close officials. The Prince Jia Yongyan, who had not yet made it clear, had already decided to take over the throne of Qianlong, sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his pale and haggard emperor with a sad look.

"Don't worry, I can't die." Qianlong's turbid old eyes flashed with the dying wolves struggling in his bed frame. "A mere thief, how could my Qing Dynasty's foundation for nearly two hundred years be destroyed in the hands of those people."

"The emperor is wise, please take care of the dragon's body and recover as soon as possible. There is no king in the world for a day." Heshen stood up and expressed his loyalty. Qianlong smiled slightly comfortingly and asked Heshen. "What do you think in Shanhaiguan?"

Heshen stopped, frowned and thought for a long time before analyzing: "I thought it was not North Korea, nor was it an old Russian. However, near Manzhou, besides North Korea and Russians, I couldn't think of anyone who dared to have such courage to penetrate into the heartland of our Qing Dynasty, capture Shanhaiguan, and approach the capital."

The other confidant officials below all stood up at Heshen, the flatterer, in their hearts. It was not that the words were not said.

Qianlong also frowned, but Heshen changed the subject again: "Your Majesty, no matter who the gang of traitors is, it means that they are not small in strength. Then, the court must retake Shanhaiguan in the shortest time. Otherwise, if the court heard about this, I wonder how many troubles would be caused."

"That's right, the emperor, I think that I should block this news first, and then send the elite troops of the capital to go north to reinforce, and avenge my dead Eight Banners soldiers." Fulongan also said loudly.

"I'm afraid..." Liu Yong, who was over 70 years old, said carefully.

"What are you afraid of? Who else dares to invade the capital?" Another minister snorted coldly, glanced at Liu Yong and said. After hearing this, Liu Yong was unwilling to speak again. After all, this involved the major event of the country's dragon-rise land. He was a Han minister, and criticizing this matter was equivalent to touching the nerves of those people. So when Liu Yong shut up, the voices of those confidant officials asking for battle sounded again.

Finally, after a debate, Qianlong finally made a decision to transfer 8,000 troops from Fengtai camp, and all the firearms camps in the Xishan Ruijian camp were transferred, and more than 23,000 troops were raised. In addition, this time the commander was Mingliang, Fucha, whose courtesy name was Yinzhai, a man of the Manchu Yellow Banner, the son of Guangcheng, the nephew of Empress Xiaoxian Gao, and the prince of Doro.

Since he was young, he followed Agui to conquer Jinchuan, and later pacified the rebellion of Salar, Gansu. He can be regarded as a general who has been through a long battle formation. Qianlong could also feel a little relieved by commanding the army.

However, with this dispatch of troops, nearly half of the troops in the capital area were reduced. The excuse was that the Eight Banners in the capital had been slacking off for a long time, so they ordered them to train in Chengde. There were not many people who were surprised by this news. Except for those bannermen who were drawn to wait for Chengde and after knowing the truth, they complained and cried and shouted to their parents, they had no impact on the people of the whole country. They continued to live in this turbulent era, with only one pigeon soaring in the sky, one city after another, passing from north to south like a relay race.
Chapter completed!