Soon, all the cannons had been fired.
A total of twenty Hongyi cannons were fired. Four of them hit their target, two of them smashed onto the city wall, and two of the warm cannonballs hit the city tower, bringing warmth to the Bozhou army in Luomeng Pass. The other sixteen cannons missed their target and failed to deliver warmth.
Obviously, Qi Dayong was not satisfied with this result. He ordered the artillery team to continue making adjustments, and soon began the second round of bombardment.
After a series of earth-shattering booms, all the Bozhou soldiers stared at the Hongyi cannons as if they were looking at a miracle.
Although not all of them hit the target, this time, eight hit the wall, and three cannonballs smashed directly on the tower, causing the tower to collapse.
"Good! Good! Good! Well done! Hahahahaha! "
Holding the telescope, Qi Dayong happily watched the Bozhou soldiers fleeing in all directions on the wall, then ordered the third round of bombardment to begin. Then, the Qin Army's infantry got ready to assault. Ladders, ramparts, and battering hammers were all ready. All means were to be used.
After all, the cannons could not smash through the thick wall, nor could they be accurate enough to smash the gate open.
Without firing a single shot, the Qin Army had beaten the Bozhou soldiers on the wall of Luomeng Pass, causing them to flee in all directions and almost collapse. No one knew if they could still put up a timely resistance.
In any case, after the third round of bombardment, Qi Dayong gave the order to attack the city. The Qin Army had been preparing for a long time. As soon as they heard the order to advance, they immediately moved forward. In the front were the shield cars, followed by the shield soldiers, and then the siege troops. The division of labor was clear.
For some unknown reason, Luomeng Pass did not organize a strong resistance.
When the Qin Army rushed to the city tower, the cannons on the city gate did not even fire a few times, and did not cause much damage to the Qin Army. Not many firearms and crossbows could cause any trouble to the Qin Army. After being blocked by the shield cars and shield soldiers, the Qin Army could not even stop their advance.
Then, the Qin Army set up ladders, and like wolves and tigers, soldiers pounced on the city tower. Then, the top of the city wall was filled with the glint of swords and blades, blood splashing, and broken limbs flying.
Under the city gate, the Qin Army carried heavy battering hammers and attacked the city gate again and again.
It looked fierce, but no matter how one looked at it, it looked like a sudden massacre.
After the chaotic battle, about an hour later, the flag of Bozhou on the city gate was thrown down from the city tower. The Qin army waved the black flag of flying dragon, and their cheers resounded through the heaven and earth.
The Luomeng Pass, which could hold out against ten thousand enemies, was breached just like that. The speed at which it fell was unbelievable. Of course, they were indeed unlucky, especially Yang Yong, who was actually hit by a cannonball and smashed into meat paste. His luck was truly unparalleled.
With Yang Yong, the morale Bozhou soldiers on the city wall collapsed.
However, there were still some generals who were trying their best to maintain the order of the army. The next two rounds of shooting completely destroyed their psychological defenses. Then, when the Qin army launched their assault, they were faced with a bunch of disorganized and disorganized mobs.
They were all thinking of escaping down the city, but because there were too many people, some roads were blocked by the bombardment just now. Most of them couldn't escape and became turtles in a jar.
In short, on the fifth day of the first month of the second year of Longwu, Luomeng Pass was breached. The old lair of Yang Yinglong's Xuan Wei Si in Bozhou was very close, there was no longer any natural stronghold to defend.
Of course, at this moment, Qi Dayong did not know that the Loushan Pass defense line, one of Yang Yinglong's four major defense lines, had been broken through by the Qin Army's Ma Qiancheng a few hours ago, and Yang Yinglong's younger brother, Yang Zhao Long, was trampled to death in the chaos. When his body was found, except for his face, the rest of his body had been trampled to pieces.
On the same day, the defense line of Mulberry Pass was also broken through by Liu Gu's troops. This time, Liu Gu finally got his revenge. He personally killed Tian Yipeng, the defending general of Mulberry Pass.
The main force led by Zheng Ying accepted the surrender of the remnants of the Five Divisions and Seven Families at Tianbang Depot, and agreed to march with them. On the sixth day, when they were preparing to attack Sandu Pass, the city gate suddenly opened, and the defenders of Sandu Pass presented Tian Feipeng's head to Zheng Ying.
It turned out that this was the work of the Five Divisions and Seven Families.
The local Five Divisions and Seven Families snuck into the San Du Pass to play the spy game. They persuaded the former defending general, who was now the Deputy General, to reason with him and move him with emotion. They told him that the Yang family was doomed. Thus, in order to survive, the Deputy General killed Tian Feipeng and surrendered to the imperial army.
Zheng Ying was overjoyed. Without shedding a drop of blood, he led the army into Sandu Pass and marched in the direction of Hailong Depot.
Since then, on the sixth day of the first month of the second year of Longwu, Yang Yinglong's Bozhou army had lost everything they could rely on.
The natural defenses around Hailong Depot were lost, and the defenders were almost wiped out. When Yang Yinglong found out, he didn't even have the time to vomit blood. He straightened out the twenty thousand remaining soldiers, gold, silver, jewelry, and other family properties, and rushed to Hailong Depot at top speed.
After losing his son and the most powerful general, he also lost his younger brother, relatives, and brother-in-law. All the trump cards in his hands were used up, and Yang Yinglong's spirit was on the verge of collapse.
Not only that, he was also deserted. When he arranged for his family to pack up the valuables in Hailong Depot, two-thirds of the servants in his house picked up the valuables in his mansion and ran away. He was so angry that he even sent troops to kill these ingrates.
On the seventh day, Yang Yinglong went to Hailong Depot and arranged for the remaining soldiers to be stationed at the twelve passes that he had mobilized eighty thousand people and spent four years to build. It was a final struggle.
Hailong Depot was a well-deserved war fortress. It was surrounded by water on three sides and a mountain on one side. The terrain was extremely dangerous. There was a pass outside and a palace inside. The palace was luxurious, like a small imperial court. There were even eunuchs serving it. It was enough to show Yang Yinglong's unyielding heart.
The first six passes were Bronze Pillar Pass, Iron Pillar Pass, Flying Tiger Pass, Flying Dragon Pass, Facing Heaven Pass, and Flying Phoenix Pass. The last three passes were Wan An Pass, Second Pass, and First Pass.
The city gates were engraved with the names of the passes, and the city gates were built with arrow towers. Warehouses and barracks were everywhere in the city. It was like a crouching tiger and coiling dragon castle.
Eighty thousand people, four years, a huge, uninterrupted project. It was a test of imagination. Perhaps it was simply unimaginable.
Copper and iron pillars circled around each other like iron hoops.
Flying Tiger Pass and Flying Dragon Pass were tightly linked. They were powerful and oppressive. They were like the gates of hell one after another. Each pass was fatal.
The last three passes were high up in the clouds, fully displaying the majesty of Yang Yinglong, Heavenly King Yang.
And these forts and palaces were built on the mountains. No one knew how those huge rocks and trees were moved up and built.
Things that no one knew would become legends. Thus, the local people said that Yang Yinglong had a mountain-driving whip. Every night, he could drive those huge rocks and trees up the mountain.
Did anyone understand this bitter irony?
How could there be a mountain-driving whip in the world? There was only a mountain-driving whip! It wasn't the huge rocks and trees that were driven up the mountain in the middle of the night, but the eighty thousand people.
Under the tyranny of the Yang family, the people dared not speak up. They could only use the legend to mock Yang Yinglong.
Under the glory of Hailong Depot hid the blood and tears of eighty thousand people for four years. No one knew how many people had died for the glorious Hailong Depot and the Yang family's own enjoyment.
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