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As the battle between the two armies intensified, many people outside the canopy began to look grim.

Zhu Di's leading the charge greatly boosted the morale of his soldiers.

However, at this stage, the problem of having too many new recruits in the Ming army has become apparent.

The new recruits had never been on the battlefield before. Faced with such a situation, they had no weaknesses in the short term, but as time went on, their internal structure gradually began to collapse.

This is no longer a battlefield in the ordinary sense; right now, this place is a meat grinder.

Everyone in this meat grinder is at risk of dying a violent death!

Upon realizing this, most of the new recruits felt a sense of fear creeping into their hearts.

If Zhu Di's banner hadn't been at the forefront of the charge, these new recruits would probably have already deserted.

However, the situation is not much better now.

"Zhu Di is going to lose!"

Li Shimin gritted his teeth.

If the Qing army had marched south later, if Li Zicheng hadn't deserted in the face of battle, and if Zhang Xianzhong had been able to hold out for a longer period of time...

The craftsmen did manage to manufacture the weapons within three months, but these new recruits were far from being elite soldiers!

If Zhu Di had been given three more months, perhaps everything would have been different!

"This defeat was not due to a fault in the battle."

Ying Zheng also turned his head away, unable to bear to look any longer.

Zhu Di's handling of the situation was impeccable.

When the enemy attacked the camp, instead of avoiding their attacks, he personally led the troops in a charge.

Their morale was not diminished in the slightest, and was even higher than that of the enemy!

Otherwise, the Ming army would most likely have been defeated at the very first moment of the clash between the two armies!

Unfortunately, even though Zhu Di did his best, he still couldn't change the outcome.

On the battlefield, Zhu Di felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

When the two armies clashed on a narrow path, he was the one who lost.

Even though he felt he could charge back dozens more times, the morale of the soldiers below was no longer enough to hold out until then.

Once the casualty rate exceeded 30%, even if his flag was still flying, it wouldn't be enough to restore the morale of these soldiers.

The only thing that can still turn the tide of the battle is...

Zhu Di suddenly turned his gaze to the distance.

That's the direction of the capital.

"We've lost?"

A hint of regret and dissatisfaction flashed in Zhu Di's eyes.

It was as if she was complaining about someone.

"Your Majesty, even if I die, I will escort you out of the encirclement. You are the one who can save the Ming Dynasty, and you must not die here!"

His lieutenant to his right wiped the blood from his face and said through gritted teeth.

"Die? I'm not the one who's going to die here today."

"Pass the order to the brothers below: in the next charge, I will take Dorgon's head, and let them follow along to collect the military merits!"

"what?"

The lieutenant was dumbfounded.

What do you mean?

Has His Majesty gone mad?

We are clearly at a disadvantage now. It's hard to say whether the soldiers below will be able to hold their ground after the next charge. You want to kill Dorgon in battle?

If Dorgon were truly so easy to kill, how could the Ming army have ended up in such a predicament!

Just as he was about to speak again to persuade them, he heard a series of deafening roars echoing through the Qing army's camp.

In the distance, in the direction of the capital that Zhu Di had been looking earlier.

Hundreds of red-coated cannons fired simultaneously.

Old Zhu stood at the very front, gazing into the distance, occasionally smacking his lips.

"The red-coated cannon that Lao Si mentioned is indeed terrifying."

"The tide of battle could be turned in an instant!"

After a volley of fire, Dorgon's flag had long since disappeared.

Regardless of whether others are dead or not, if the general's flag falls on the battlefield, it means that the commander-in-chief has been killed in action!

The Qing soldiers, who were initially in high spirits, began to visibly collapse, and the battle situation was instantly reversed!

"Keep going, until we run out of shells!"

"We've never fought a battle this rich in the last eight lifetimes!"

When Zhu Yuanzhang left the capital to rush to the border to aid Zhu Di, the more than 100 million taels of silver that were originally in the capital had already been squandered.

Even the silver and supplies collected from Jiangnan have been largely consumed.

The bulk of it was spent on these red cannons!

Zhu Di and Zhu Laozhu discussed this battle many times.

Zhu Di estimated the Qing army's fighting strength, and even if he brought his three battalions at their peak, the outcome would be only 70/30.

Moreover, the vast majority of the Ming army at present are still new recruits, and the odds of winning or losing are already at most 30/70.

The fighting spirit that can only be honed on the battlefield cannot be cultivated through mere drills.

It is clearly unwise to place the key to victory on new recruits.

After discussion, Zhu Di successfully persuaded the old Zhu to place the fate of the battle against the Qing army on the countless artisans who spontaneously supported the capital!

Or rather, pressing down on the red-coated cannon!

At the most critical moment of the confrontation between the two armies, when the Qing soldiers were most on edge and had no energy to pay attention to their surroundings, the red-coated cannons were quietly advanced to within a range of 500 meters!

"Dorgon, today I will teach you a lesson."

"Times have changed. You have such powerful weapons, yet you still use outdated ideas to command the battlefield. That is your biggest mistake!"

Zhu Di muttered to himself.

As the cannon fire subsided, Zhu Di looked into the distance and gave a thumbs-up.

Did they miss?

I said, Dad, you're still so stingy. Can't you make more cannonballs and stuff?

Oh, the Qing soldiers have already scattered and fled?

That’s okay!

"I said, the next charge will be to take Dorgon's head. Follow me! Whoever takes Dorgon's head will be promoted three ranks and rewarded with ten thousand gold pieces!"

Zhu Di laughed heartily.

As the battle situation changed rapidly, everyone outside the canopy stared in disbelief.

From the prime minister and the emperor to the common people, everyone was shocked by what had happened in that short time!

"What is this? What did I just see?"

Li Shimin could hardly believe it.

"What exactly is this red cannon?!"

"Has the Ministry of Works made no progress yet?! What is the Minister of Works good for? If he can do it, he can do it; if he can't, he should be fired!"

Zhao Kuangyin angrily rebuked all the officials.

Even the Minister of Works wished there was a crack in the ground so he could crawl his head into it.

How the hell could he possibly make any progress?!

He only knows about its power, but he hasn't shown any of the effects of the canopy it created. What does he know?

"I remember that the Mohists among the Hundred Schools of Thought were most skilled in this kind of mechanical art. Li Si, go and find the contemporary Mozi and ask him if he can research such a terrifying weapon in the sky. If he can, I will grant him one request, any request!"

Ying Zheng did not envy the people's love and respect for Zhu Yuanzhang.

But he was so envious of that red-clad cannon that his eyes were practically red with envy!

If the Qin Dynasty had such weapons, then whether it was the Xiongnu or the remnants of the six states, they would have no choice but to kneel obediently and never be able to stand up straight!

"Your Majesty, the Mohists have never acknowledged themselves as Qin people. I suppose they are not as good as these red-coated cannons..."

Li Si was helpless.

Your Majesty, are you resorting to any remedy you're desperate for?

The Mohists were traitors!