A few pounds of iron balls hit the city, making a clattering sound, and the broken wall bricks and stones were not much weaker than shrapnel.

"Shoot!"

The firearms are still powerful in the Ming army, and the bird guns are pressed, and the bird guns hiding behind the shield hand suddenly cry and show their heads, and a burst of bullets hit the past, and several Qing soldiers who had just come up to shoot arrows down immediately had blood in their heads and collapsed, and there was an unlucky one who fell down from a wall several meters high.

Half of the city gate building that was bombarded by shells, all of them were bloody Ming troops, it was really like playing chicken blood, yesterday, Xuanfu general soldier Yang Guozhu was killed by an arrow, Hong Chengchou was not raised his eyelids, and then he was replaced by the Shanxi general soldier Li Fuming's troops to attack, for two consecutive days, the two armies of the Ming and Qing dynasties were like two brute oxen with their heads against the horns, in a small Xishimen, more than 200,000 troops were in a mess, and they could not be opened.

It wasn't until the corpses of both sides were piled up on the ground that half of the city wall was dyed red with the blood flowing down from the wall, and seeing that there was no hope for the next pass today, Hong Chengchou ordered Ming Jin to take the troops back.

Dolgon, who had been commanding the battle at the head of the city, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

…………

Although the initiative was on the side of the besiegers, the defenders had the advantage of the city wall after all, and in two days, the Ming army suffered at least more than 2,000 casualties, and the Qing army was only seven or eight hundred.

But even so, it was unbearable for the sparsely populated Manchu Qing, and coupled with the military confrontation and attrition for almost a year, the weakening of the Qing State was obvious.

Jinzhou Nanguan, the courtyard of the barracks of the former Nanguan staff, the east room.

The remnants of the tribal patriarch system are still rich in remnants, although the system of the four major Baylors jointly discussing politics has long been replaced by Huang Taiji facing the south, but it is not strict to the monarchs and ministers like the Ming Dynasty, more than a dozen descendants of the Aixin Jueluo family, the descendants of the Great Qing Kingdom who hold the core power Baylor sat gloomily on the famous Northeast Fire Kang in later generations and crossed his legs, and the older ones such as Jierharang were still sadly holding a Dongjiang cigarette, and spit out an eye circle from time to time.

The bean-sized lamp flickered from time to time, and the faces of the people shining were uncertain, but except for sighs, no one was willing to speak.

In addition to sighing, there was also the sound of ticking water from time to time, the silver bowl contained clear water, and the red blood fell into the water drop by drop, and in the blink of an eye, the water bowl was already red.

The problem left by the Dongjiang War, Huang Taiji has been bleeding from the nose for more than three days, the originally round and shiny brain has a layer of fine wrinkles, and the eagle-eyed wolf Gu is also deeply tired.

After another half an hour, the blood seemed to have finally stopped, and he put down the bowl, and the first emperor of the Qing Empire broke his calm and asked in a dull voice.

"Tell me about the situation! What's going on in Jinzhou? ”

"Back to the emperor!"

The remaining half of the Dongjiang Soft China hurriedly rushed to the bowl beside him, and Jierharang bowed his head and replied: "The slave sent a messenger to persuade him to surrender and was driven out by Zu Dashou today, and this guy also went out of the city in Dongguan today, and in a battle, they died more than thirty, and we also killed and injured more than a dozen." ”

"This ancestor is starting to get restless!"

Raising his eyebrows, as if showing a little disdain, Huang Taiji put his eyes on Dolgon again, and asked in a loud voice: "Old Fourteen, where is your head?" ”

"Yesterday, Yang Guozhu, the chief soldier of Xuanfu, was shot to death by the sons, and this year, the Hong butcher was replaced by Li Fuming, the chief soldier of Shanxi, these famous dogs fought to the death for a day like taking mad medicine, and today there are more than 600 casualties in two white and two yellow, and the city wall has been blasted out!"

"Mr. Ning, how is the grain storage in Yizhou?"

This Yizhou is not Yizhou under Mao Jue's hands, but Yixian County, Liaoning in the later generations, not far from Jinzhou City, and it is the bridgehead of the Qing State to attack the front line of Ningyuan! Guan Ningjin has also been planning for a long time, and tens of thousands of coats have been hoarded here, and it has been several years since Tuntian.

But when it comes to this, Ning Wan, who is in charge of logistics, is crying like the Buddha Kasya, he is not as powerful and comfortable as Nurhachi's descendants, and the traitor who is waiting on the side is hurriedly kneeling and kowtowing there.

"Back to the master, there are still about 40,000 stones in stock!"

"Forty thousand stones!"

Whether it was Zu Dashou or Hong Chengchou, they didn't make Huang Taiji too moved, but this 40,000 stone really made Huang Taiji's brows twitch, his nostrils were red again, and blood droplets dripped out again.

"Take care of your body, master!"

Seeing this scene, those yellow ribbons of the Aixin Jueluo family also hurriedly kowtowed on the kang and bowed, and then picked up the bowl and then had a nosebleed, and after a while, Huang Taiji waved his hand irritably.

"I'm fine!"

"Ministers of Baylor, you first decide how to fight tomorrow, and I will go out to breathe."

"Congratulations to the emperor!"

In the midst of shouting, watching the emperor turn the bowl out, a group of flag masters and drums, their eyes once again revealed deep worry.

…………

Out of the courtyard, the night breeze makes the autumn dryness in July and August seem to dissipate a little, Huang Taiji's nosebleed has also stopped, through the courtyard, the Jinzhou City of Hessesen in the distance seems to be faintly visible, staring at it for a while, Huang Taiji turned his head, but his fat face was with a deep sorrow.

"Little nobleman, Concubine Chen, what's wrong?"

For the Ming Dynasty, Huang Taiji is a robber, for the Qing Dynasty, Huang Taiji is definitely a British lord, an emperor through the ages, he took over the tribal system from Nurhachi, and in his hands, completed the transition to the empire, and laid down the current situation.

This ambitious fat man is still an amorous king, and his favorite woman is the pearl of the Horqin grassland, and there are too many legends about the love story of the two of them in the later generations of Concubine Hai Lanzhu.

"Return, go back to the master, there is a letter from the palace today, Concubine Chen, I'm afraid I'm ......, I'm afraid I'm ......"

"Master, Master Wu Keshan has not heard from him for four months!"

The little eunuch is extremely trembling, the Qing Kingdom is a remnant of slavery empire, he is not worth much more than the guard dog, although the emperor Taiji is not thirsty for killing, but in front of Concubine Chen, who dares to guarantee that he will not change his face?

In particular, there is a taboo here!

In his fear, Huang Taiji's nosebleeds were a little faster, and after receiving a few drops, Huang Taiji simply threw the bowl impatiently and sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry for her!"

It is the earliest alliance with the Houjin, marriage, and submission of the tribe, the Horqin Department was regarded as an outcast by Huang Taiji, and there were fugitives back in November and December last year, but this year there is no news at all, and tens of thousands of people in the entire Horqin Department have become the clothed servants of the Dongjiang River, and their status has plummeted.

Compared with this period in history, Hai Lanzhu's illness is more serious.

Without further words, under the worried gaze of the little eunuch, he turned and went back to the house.

"Meet the Emperor!"

In the room, the banner lord Baylor also seemed to have discussed a result, but this result was estimated to be disliked by Huang Taiji, and after a greeting, the eyes of Dolgon, Azig, and Haug kept looking at the eldest Zilharang.

Obviously embarrassed, Zilharang wanted to speak and stopped.

Who knows, Huang Taiji didn't care about them at all, his voice suddenly became high-spirited, and when he returned to the fire kang, he immediately commanded loudly.

"Bring me the map!"

In the stunned expressions of a group of Qing slave owners, the whole map of the Liaoxi Corridor that was magnified several times was laid out, and several braziers shone brightly, and the situation map was marked with a red pen and ink pen, and more than 200,000 troops were bitten together.

In just a few days, the whole battle situation has changed drastically, originally Hong Chengchou and Huang Taiji were more like swordsmen, the entire formation of the Ming army was like a slender sword, from Ningyuan to Rufeng Mountain, the front was thin and the back was thick, Huang Taiji, once hit the tip of this sword with heavy troops, but Hong Chengchou was immediately shrunk with one touch, and he was able to advance and retreat with ease.

But now, the huge sword of the Ming army has been flattened, like a big mushroom squeezed on the Qing army's Jinzhou encirclement, the image is a little evil, and it is going to squeeze towards the center of the abalone-like encirclement.

But behind Hong Chengchou, the Liaoxi Corridor, which is more than 100 kilometers long, is empty!

"Here!"

The unsheathed knife was directly used as a whip, and in the stunned eyes of a group of banner owners Baylor, Huang Taiji slammed it on the map.

"Azig, I want you to capture this place for the Qing Kingdom!"

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The confrontation at the front continues, but for Tashan, the days have become dull and unremarkable, and it has been almost a year since the war, even if it is enough to decide the decisive battle between the Ming and Qing dynasties, the soldiers of the common people still have to continue to live.

Several Liaodong defenders just looked listlessly at the sea.

In addition to the pro-soldiers, even the Liaodong Army has no military salary, and the big guys live on a few acres of tuntian, this battle is not over day by day, and the family field is naturally thrown down, and I don't know if the wife and children are hungry, guarding the port, a soldier is humming lazily.

"This ghost world!"

"That's it, it's better to follow Butcher Hong to the battlefield, get one or two heads back, and exchange them for dozens of taels of silver, now, waste your days, fade out of a bird!"

"Come on! If you go to the battlefield, you may not know who will change your kid's head for silver!"

With a Dongjiang cigarette in his mouth, this total of 100 households also wandered out, listening to the soldiers under his hand complaining there, he laughed and scolded.

said that it was a hundred households, but in fact it was a village head, and the regular troops were all transferred to the front line in Jinzhou, and a group of peasants who put down their hoes were directly issued with a knife and brought up, so the relationship was not as hierarchical as the Guanning Army, and several soldiers were immediately paid with a hippie smile.

"Boss, get a cigarette!"

"Get out of here!"

A few cigarettes swirled around the smoke rings, and a few soldiers began to run the train with their mouths full, and the first to complain was chattering and humming.

"This is also a soldier, and there is food and drink at the other end of Dongjiang Town! I heard that there is meat in Dunton, and the food is like that of the landlord, let's do it! Drink the sea breeze here, chief, why do you say? ”

"Don't talk nonsense here!"

can be hundreds of households, this bit of political sensitivity is still there, hundreds of households are rolling their eyes, scolding and scolding.

"You kid saw it with your own eyes, or did the Dongjiang guy tell you in your ear! It's okay for Lao Tzu to hear this, if you let Mr. Zhang Qian know, I want your kid's head! I can't save you!"

"Don't get out of here, go on patrol!"

"What is there to patrol in this sea! Do the Tartars have wings?"

Still muttering there, the soldier walked impatiently out of the tower, yawning and looking out, but, after two glances, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Head! Come and see! What is it? ”

On the edge of the beach in the distance, on the originally empty tidal flat, countless caterpillars suddenly appeared, and the darkness and tiny ones writhed densely there.

Hearing that this voice was not right, Baihu also ran out of the tower in a hurry, and looked over, but his back was instantly soaked with sweat, and he kept roaring again and again.

"Tartar! Tartars! Notify Senho-sama! The Tartars are coming! ”

The sun gradually sank in the west and rose in the east, but the rising red sun did not bring the slightest warmth to the Ming army, but a cold soaked the back of no one.

On the shore, those Qing troops have been completely revealed, some are carrying war horses, some are holding spears, the border is so black that they can't see clearly, the bonfire lit last night is almost extinguished, and the hideous roars and roars come and go.

Who would have expected that more than 40 kilometers behind the entire main battlefield, so many Qing troops would suddenly emerge.

Moreover, protecting this Ming army, the sea that is usually tired of looking at it is tired, and retreats little by little like bullying the soft and fearing the hard.

The tide is low!

At about four o'clock in the morning, the last piece of water dried up, completely revealing the wet sand below, and the sea fish and crabs that had not had time to retreat were bouncing on the beach, but the Ming army was completely out of the mood to catch the sea.

In his ears, the horn of the ox like the drum of Hades sounded loudly, and the Qing army without wings was also Hessesen like a death army crawling out of hell, stepping on these fresh fish and crabs with heavy steps, pressing towards the island little by little.

Maybe this is the last day of my life, my heart is beating wildly, my back is getting wetter and wetter, fear is gnawing at my heart like a worm, and finally, I can't hold back the huge pressure in my heart, and the hundred crazy people are screaming like crazy.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The old three-eyed guns crackled like firecrackers on the beach.

…………

Matsuyama, the middle army of the Ming army.

Early in the morning, Hong Chengchou gathered his generals as always, preparing to release today's new mission, and more than a dozen general soldiers had just entered the Songshan Yamen, and at the other end, a few messengers with chapped lips were already impatiently following.

"Overseer! Eight hundred miles in an expedited!"

Obviously felt an ominous premonition, his heart twitched a few times, Hong Chengchou snatched the military newspaper with his hand, pinched the wax pill and looked at it for the first time, but he sat on the ground with a limp ass.

"Overseer!"

was also full of uneasiness, Cao Bianjiao asked hurriedly.

Looking up at him, and then at the rest of his stunned subordinates, Hong Chengchou threw the military report on the table with great heaviness.

"Beacon Hill is lost!"

(End of chapter)