At the end of Ming Dynasty: I, Sun Kewang!Desperate comeback!

A heavy sound sounded, and the heavy city gate was opened.

Kakamu personally led his troops to open the three gates of Zhengyang Gate in succession.

Then he led three hundred and eighty-banner soldiers to clear the way in the middle of the night. A large number of Manchus got into a mess and tried their best to get out of the city.

"Don't mess up!" Kakamu was worried when he saw the scene in front of him.

The commotion of the crowd directly blocked the city gate. If this delay continued, all the Nanjing Manchus would die here.

"Yatali, take a hundred people to clear the city gate and kill them if necessary!"

He gave the order, and a hundred Eight Banners soldiers immediately rushed to the city gate.

Several bursts of sword light flashed, and some Manchus died under the swords of the Eight Banners soldiers.

With the efforts of Kakamu and others, the traffic at Zhengyangmen was finally opened.

However, just as he was taking a breath of relief, the ground suddenly started to tremble.

"Cavalry! They are the cavalry of the Western Bandits!" Kakamu looked back, his hair standing on end.

I saw in the dark night, torches emitting a faint light, like fireflies, heading towards Zhengyang Gate.

"Hurry, the cavalry of the Western Bandits is coming, go back quickly!" Kakamu shouted hysterically.

The cavalry of the Western Thieves has arrived, and leaving the city now is simply courting death!

In an instant, there was a cry in front of Zhengyang Gate, and a large number of Eight Banners women and children fled in fear.

The entire city gate was instantly blocked, and the traffic that had just been cleared was blocked again.

shhhhh--

Countless arrows struck, and a Manchu was shot to the ground. The blood of countless Manchus stained the land of the Han people red.

"Follow me to fight!" Kakamu roared angrily, and immediately led his own soldiers to charge tragically towards the Han cavalry in the dark night.

However, some of the three hundred and eight flag soldiers chose to fight, while others were so frightened that they fled in all directions.

"Yatali, how dare you run away from the battlefield!" Kakamu looked back.

Under the light of torches, many Hangzhou Eight Banners soldiers began to retreat.

And Yatali was the one who took the lead.

This made him extremely sad and angry.

With the Eight Banners in Hangzhou running away, who can protect the old and the weak in Nanjing?

Many Nanjing Eight Banners soldiers were also extremely angry. The flight of the Hangzhou Eight Banners pushed them to a dead end!

However, under the general trend, no matter how angry Kakamu and the others are, it will not help.

The city of Nanjing was broken, and the morale of the Eight Banners in Hangzhou had long since dissipated.

If there were relatives behind him, he might be able to muster up the courage to fight.

But behind them are the Nanjing Manchus.

The vast darkness of the night was the time to escape, so why didn't Yatali and the others run away?

In the dark night, a famous Western cavalryman appeared in front of the Manchu people.

Zhang Sheng pointed the horse in his hand, and countless Western cavalry swarmed forward.

Kakamu roared angrily, rode his horse to fight, and was instantly submerged in the torrent of the Western Army.

A Western Army cavalryman waved his saber, and an Eight-Banner fell to the ground.

Another Western Army cavalry pointed his spear, and an old man from the Eight Banners died in front of Zhengyang Gate.

In a short time, dozens of Nanjing Eight Banners soldiers and more than 300 Manchus who had just left the city were killed by the Western Army cavalry.

"Fire the arrow!" Zhang Sheng ordered.

Countless bows and arrows were cocked and aimed at the Manchus in the city gate.

A round of arrows was fired, and countless unarmed Manchus died in the hands of the Western army.

Voices of Manchu language rang out, and countless Manchu people shouted in despair at the extremely crowded city gate.

However, Zhang Sheng was not moved at all.

"Brothers, when the time comes for revenge, kill all the Tatars, leaving no one behind!"

Countless Western cavalry dismounted and stabbed the Manchus to death with all kinds of weapons.

The entire Zhengyang Gate was blocked by corpses and water was blocked.

"Hurry! Go back to Mancheng!" Turma, who was behind the scenes, learned of the movement and quickly brought the last three hundred or so Eight Banners soldiers to maintain order and let the Manchus return to Mancheng.

Then he ordered the Eight Banners soldiers to close the city gate.

"Master, there are still many clansmen in Wengcheng!" an Eight Banners general said quickly.

"No matter what, if the Western thieves are allowed to invade the city, we will all die without a burial place!"

Turma gritted her teeth and forced the Eight Banners soldiers to close the door.

But among the dense crowd, the city gate could not be closed for a while.

Turma, who was furious, ordered the Eight Banners soldiers to fire arrows and kill the Manchus at the city gate.

With the sound of gunshots, many Eight Banners soldiers fired with tears in their eyes.

The sound of the city gate closing sounded, and the third gate of Zhengyang Gate slowly closed, making the people in the urn city cry and cry.

"Minions, let all the old and weak come to the city, and the women and children stay in the city!"

After closing the city gate, Turma quickly gave the order.

At present, he only has more than 300 Eight Banners soldiers in his hands. Only by organizing the Manchus to go to the city can he hold on longer.

Soon, many Manchus, old and weak, climbed onto the city walls, and weapons began to be distributed throughout the city.

bang bang bang-

With a burst of gunfire, the Western cavalry in Wengcheng was attacked.

The Eight Banners soldiers and the old and weak Manchus fired arrows angrily, killing many Western cavalry.

"Set fire, retreat first!" Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Sheng smiled coldly.

The third gate of Zhengyangmen has been closed, and the cavalry under his command don't even have ladders.

It's impossible to defeat the city in one fell swoop, but that doesn't matter.

Anyway, these Manchus are like autumn grasshoppers and they won’t live for more than a few days.

There was a clang.

A can of kerosene was thrown into the crowd.

Immediately after more kerosene was thrown in, the Western cavalry had decided to retreat, but wouldn't it be nice to set a fire in the urn city before leaving?

Countless Manchus were horrified, looking at the kerosene on their bodies and the torches in the hands of the Western Army. Don't they know their fate?

Torches were thrown out.

A Manchu man howled hysterically, and a raging fire broke out on their bodies.

The entire Wengcheng was filled with smoke and fire, turning it into a hell on earth.

"Hit! Hit me quickly!"

On the city wall, Turma looked at his people who were burning, feeling extremely sad and angry.

With a cry, he ordered the defenders to shoot and fire arrows in an attempt to take revenge.

However, the Western cavalry tried to retreat, standing outside the Qing army's firepower, admiring the fire in the barbican with great interest.

Thousands of people in the small urn city howled in despair, turning into mummies one after another in the fire.

The whole city was shaken by the cries, and Turma's whole body trembled.

Thousands of Manchus died tragically in front of him, but he was powerless.

How tragic this is!

The fire in the entire Wengcheng burned all night and was not extinguished. Except for Mancheng, the entire Nanjing returned to calm.

When the night dissipates, dawn comes.

Sun Kewang is already in the Yamen of the Governor of Liangjiang. "Report to the Lord, a total of 80,000 taels of gold, 1,350,000 taels of silver, and countless other jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings were found from the Governor's Office of Liangjiang!" Wan Niance spoke slowly while holding the booklet.

After a night of intense work, the army rummaged through boxes and boxes, dug soil and dug trenches.

Under the identification of many servants, the gold and silver were basically looted.

In the courtyard, boxes of gold and silver were placed under the sun.

Looking at this hill, everyone was moved.

Lord Sun looked at the account book and nodded slightly.

Although this Lang Tingzuo was not as good as Ding Kuichu, his position as governor of Liangjiang was not in vain.

"Where's the rest?"

"Your Majesty, the rest of the seizures are still being collected, but it looks like there will be a lot of them." Wan Niance handed over his hands.

When Sun Kewang heard this, his face was filled with joy.

The governor of Liangjiang, Jiangnan Liangdao, Jiangning Salt Road, and Jiangning Weaving alone were enough to give him the millions he promised to the hundreds of thousands of front-line troops.

The rest of the traitors, big and small, plundered and kept a lot of money!

"Three years to clear the magistrate, ten years to make snowflakes silver. It seems that this statement is really not wrong at all!"

Liu Xuanchu sighed with emotion: "A governor of Liangjiang embezzled 80,000 taels of gold and 1,350,000 taels of silver. I really don't know how much the corrupt officials of the Manchu Qing Dynasty embezzled in the entire Jiangnan!"

"Lang Tingzuo should be pretty good. In the homes of other traitors, maybe he can get more." Sun Kewang smiled slightly.

As the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, Ding Kuichu was seized by Li Chengdong with more than 800,000 yuan in fine gold and more than ten times the amount of pearls and gold treasures.

Jiangnan is at least several times richer than Guangdong, and Lang Tingzuo's savings have actually been limited.

"Your Majesty, it seems that the humble minister is a frog in the well!" Wan Niance sighed.

He, the minister of Lord Sun, was previously in charge of the government affairs of Yunnan and Guizhou.

Then I was a little shocked after entering Guangdong and Guangxi.

Now coming to Jiangnan has opened my eyes again.

Can Yunnan and Guizhou compare with Jiangnan?

Not as good as a large county in Jiangnan is a very objective evaluation.

Now, following Sun Kewang and preparing to take charge of Jiangnan, this is also the blessing of Wannian Ce!

"Nian Ce, we were in Yunnan and Guizhou before, and Guangdong and Guangxi later, but Jiangnan is the richest place in the world."

Sun Kewang smiled and said: "In the future, you will be in charge of the government affairs of the entire Jiangnan. The wealth of one million soldiers and horses in this place may be too much, but you have to finish raising three to five million soldiers."

"Please rest assured, Lord, with the wealth of Jiangnan, I will live up to my mission!" Wan Niance said solemnly.

"Your Majesty, Nanjing has already fallen. Our army will conquer the entire city immediately and seize the entire south of the Yangtze River with lightning speed. In this way, the overall situation of the world will be decided!"

Liu Xuanchu said seriously: "The leader of the country holds Guangdong, Guangxi and Hunan in his hands, then seizes Jiangnan, connects Jiangxi, and seizes Zhejiang and Fujian in the south. There will be no rival in the world!"

"Of course, I won't make Zheng Chenggong's mistake."

Sun Kewang said slowly: "Go ahead and send all the red-coated artillery to the city. Send the order to every town. Military discipline must be strictly observed in the rest of Nanjing."

"But Mancheng is an exception. In the past ten years, I have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but the Manchu Tatars are not worthy of being human!"

"There is so much wealth in the city that I can't take it. Let the soldiers go to the city and take it for themselves without sealing their swords for three days!"

As soon as these words came out, all the soldiers were instantly excited.

Even Wan Niance and other literati were full of joy.

Since Boar Skin's rebellion, the Manchu Qing Dynasty massacred hundreds of cities, and so far none of their cities have been massacred.

Lord Sun's behavior can be said to have set a historical precedent and raised the prestige of the Han people!

"The Lord of the Kingdom has an order to capture the entire city without sealing the sword for three days!"

Orders sounded in the city of Nanjing.

Countless red-coated cannons slowly advanced along the streets of Nanjing.

In addition to the more than 500 red-coated cannons equipped by the Qianqian Army itself, various red-coated cannons captured in Nanjing are also being transferred to the city.

When they heard that Jia Qian's army was going to massacre the whole city, the people of Nanjing were extremely excited.

During the Jiangnan Massacre that year, many relatives and friends of the people died at the hands of the Manchus.

And the whole city of Nanjing continued to commit evil for fourteen years.

In such a situation, how could the people not be excited when they heard that the whole city was about to be massacred?

"Destroy the whole city without sealing the sword!"

"Destroy the whole city without sealing the sword!"

"Destroy the whole city without sealing the sword!"

High slogans were shouted, and countless front-line troops swarmed in.

A large number of siege equipment has arrived all over the city. Once the red-coated cannon arrives, there will be a massacre!

Across the city, Torma looked at the scene in front of her with a pale face.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness. There were three hundred and eight banner soldiers and more than 20,000 old and weak people. How could he hold on?

But you have to prepare whatever you need to prepare.

Throughout the city, countless old, weak, sick and disabled people took up arms, and even women and half-grown children climbed onto the city walls.

Since death was inevitable anyway, the Manchus had no way out and would naturally struggle to survive.

Under the desire to survive, no one will not burst out with strength!

"Jiangyin's great revenge can finally be avenged." In a restaurant, Li Zhan looked at the scene in front of him and shed tears.

Fourteen years ago, Jiangyin was massacred, and fourteen years later, the entire city of Nanjing was about to be massacred.

Heaven is so good at reincarnation, who will be spared by Heaven!

retribution! This is the retribution of these Tartars!

For a time, countless people climbed up and looked into the distance, looking at the city with anticipation.

Even the seventy-seven-year-old Qian Qianyi was still interested. He forced himself to reach a high-rise building and looked at the city full of expectations.

Time passes slowly.

Noon has arrived, and the red-coated artillery of the front army is distributed everywhere, and they are about to attack the city.

The siege equipment such as ladders and shield carts are also ready, and they only need to wait for the bombardment to break the city in one fell swoop.

Boom!

The first cannon shot sounded, and hundreds of red-coated cannons poured their fury into the city.

Countless cannonballs hit the city.

"Fire! Fire quickly!"

Turma shouted wildly and ordered the Qing army to fire back.

"Master, this slave doesn't know how to fire cannons!" Several Qing soldiers said with mournful faces.

There were still many artillery pieces throughout the city, but there were no gunners among Turma's men.

He only has more than 300 Eight Banners soldiers under his command, how many gunners can he have?

At this moment, a sixty-year-old man came to the cannon and loaded a shell into the barrel.

As the fuse was lit, there was a bang.

A cannonball was fired from the muzzle and blasted outside the city.

"You learn from me. It's not difficult to fire a red cannon!" the old man said, and then loaded a second cannonball.

Turma was overjoyed when he saw this, and quickly ordered the Qing army to fire back according to the method of this Eight Banners veteran.

However, under the bombardment of hundreds of red-coated artillery pieces, the Qing army's counterattack was weak.

There was a loud bang, and a section of the city wall began to collapse after being bombarded multiple times, forming a slope.

Immediately afterwards, under the constant bombardment of the Qianqian army, the walls of the city became increasingly damaged.

The Jiaqian Army invested a total of more than 600 red-coat guns.

Such firepower is naturally far from enough to deal with the entire Nanjing, but it can form an effective firepower strike against an entire city.

With the continuous bombardment, the entire city began to become riddled with holes.

Sun Kewang waved his dragon flag, and all the red cannons stopped roaring.

"Destroy the whole city without sealing the sword!"

A loud shout rang out, and countless front-line troops swarmed up and charged straight into the city. (End of chapter)