At the head of the city, the two green battalion soldiers were fighting, and there was no difference between the enemy and the enemy in the dark, and many of Tian Xiong's own soldiers killed their own soldiers. But Zhang Jie's side was already prepared, and the green battalion soldiers under his command all tied a white towel on their right arm, so that they could avoid accidentally injuring their own people in the melee.

"Shoot the arrows!" Someone in the city shouted.

On the roof of the city, in the window on the second floor, arrows were shot one after another.

Rows of feathered arrows burrowed into the crowd of green battalion soldiers who were killing each other, blood splashed, screams were repeated, and many green battalion soldiers fell with arrows on their bodies.

The feather arrows were shot by the Manchurian old men in the city, those Manchurian old men who had been soldiers, all of them had gray hair, lost their teeth, and their legs and feet were not good, but their archery skills were still very good, the arrows were shot very accurately, and two rounds of random arrows were fired, killing many green battalion soldiers who were fighting in the city. Originally, they wanted to shoot Zhang Jie's Green Battalion soldiers as much as possible, but as they got older, their eyes became bad, and the soldiers on both sides wore the same clothes, so they couldn't distinguish each other, so they shot and killed many of Tian Xiong's soldiers.

After all, these old Eight Banner soldiers were old and weak, and when each of them shot a few feather arrows, their arms were sore, and they couldn't even pull their bows, and the arrows they shot were soft, and they fell to the ground after flying a few steps.

"Hurry up!" Seeing that the veterans of the Eight Banners had lost their combat effectiveness, Fan Chengmo angrily beckoned the clothed minions and the soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty to attack the city. There was a shouting of the Ming army outside, obviously the Ming army began to attack the city, if the traitor Zhang Jie could not be killed at this time, then the city would not be able to hold it at all.

"Kill!" The Ming army held torches and carried ladders to kill the city.

Rushing to the front were the elite mountain soldiers and the Russian soldiers of the pro-soldier team, followed by the Oroqen archers and the Ming army's flintlock musketeers, and Cai Dezhong's special combat team, which was originally cooperating with Ma Chaoxing's sneak attack, also rushed up.

The two green battalion Qing troops above the city were fighting, and the Qing soldiers who were loyal to Fan Chengmo and Tian Xiong had no time to take care of the Ming army surging under the city wall.

"Up!" Simple ladders were erected at the top of the city, and special combat soldiers, Russian soldiers, and mountain soldiers rushed to the top of the city like a tide.

The Ming army, which had been carefully prepared in advance, could naturally distinguish the green battalion soldiers on both sides in the fierce battle, which were Zhang Jie's men and which were Tian Xiong's soldiers. When the Ming army landed at the head of the city, the weapons in their hands slashed at the green battalion soldiers who did not have white towels on their arms, and cut melons and vegetables, cutting the Qing soldiers to the ground one after another.

Ivanov and his more than 100 Russian soldiers were even more brave, more than 100 Russian soldiers as strong as brown bears, like a hundred humanoid tanks, rampaging through the Qing army, and the Qing soldiers they collided with were either split in two by an axe, or split by an ax to open the Tianling cover.

The clothed minions and the soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty commanded by Fan Chengmo arrived to no avail, and more and more Ming troops climbed to the head of the city.

The Miao mountain soldiers were in front, and the Oroqen archers were in the back, forming an excellent melee combination. The mountain soldiers in front were like meat shields, breaking through the Qing army's defense line. The sharpshooters in the back continued to output firepower, shooting down the most capable clothed minions and the Han Eight Banner soldiers who used firearms one by one.

The north gate of the city was also attacked, and a large number of Ming army auxiliaries pushed the cart and slammed into the city gate.

"One, two, one! Bump! Several ironclad soldiers stood behind the rushing car, shouting and directing the auxiliaries to crash the city gate. The car slammed into the city gate again and again, and finally heard a loud "boom", and the city gate was knocked open with a hole.

"There's sandbags in there! Move out! A Ming soldier shouted.

The auxiliaries took out the sandbags one by one from the slope of the city gate and threw them outside. Then the city gates were opened, and hundreds of Ming troops shouted and poured into the city.

"It's over!" Seeing that the general trend had gone, Fan Chengmo left behind the clothed minions and the soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty and fled back to his governor's mansion.

Fan Chengmo fled back to his mansion, knowing that even if he surrendered, the Ming army would not let him go. Now all he has to do is to lead people to burn down all the warehouses, then kill his own family, and then draw his sword and kill himself. Otherwise, if you fall into the hands of the Ming army, you really don't know how to die.

Seeing Fan Chengmo hurriedly running back to the mansion, Fan Da, the housekeeper who stayed in the mansion, greeted him: "Young master, how is the situation outside?" The thieves have broken the city? ”

That Fan Da is a slave taken in by Fan Wencheng since he was a child, and Fan Da's hometown is originally from Shandong. In the eleventh year of Chongzhen, the Houjin army entered the pass from the Great Wall of Qingshan Pass, swept through Shandong, broke through Jinan, and robbed a large number of people. This Fan Da was only five years old that year, and he was also captured by the Later Jin Army. Later, Fan Wencheng selected slaves from the captives, and selected several women and boys, among whom was Fan Da. At that time, he was not called Fan Da, so Fan Wencheng renamed him Fan Da and became the domestic slave of the Fan family.

Decades have passed, and Fan Da has long forgotten his original name, only knowing that Fan Wencheng raised him since he was a child, so he is loyal to the Fan family.

Fan Chengmo went to Zhejiang to serve as the governor of Zhejiang, and Fan Wencheng sent Fan Da, a loyal minion, to assist Fan Chengmo.

"The thieves have broken the city! You take the family and follow Young Master Ben to burn down the warehouse! Fan Chengmo ordered.

"Wow! Minions, take people with you! "Fan Da hit a thousand.

In the warehouse in the inner city, the soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty guarding the warehouse saw Fan Da coming up with a group of family members, and hurriedly unlocked the door.

"Go in and pour oil on it, and the storehouse will burn! Nothing can be left for the brutes! Fan shouted and gave orders to the soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty and the family.

A fire broke out in the warehouse, and the **** flames soon devoured grain, cloth, tea and various belongings.

After Fan Dayi lit the warehouse, he returned to the governor's mansion with the soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty and his family. I just returned to the house, but I saw that the house was already full of blood, and the bodies of maids, women, and children were lying in pools of blood. Fan Chengmo, who was covered in blood, was wielding a sword, frantically slashing and killing concubines, maids, and concubines' sons and daughters. I saw that Fan Chengmo was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and the braids on his head had been spread out and draped over his shoulders.

When Fan Chengmo swung his sword and slashed at his favorite concubine, the concubine knelt on the ground with a pair of daughters in her arms and begged bitterly: "Master, let go of the slave family, and these two children, they are still young." ”

"I don't want you to die!" Fan Chengmo sighed, "But Minggou is about to fight!" Instead of letting you suffer **** and die, it is better to kill you with your own hands! ”

After speaking, Fan Chengmo was ruthless, raised his sword and fell, stabbed his favorite concubine to death with a sword, and then waved his sword and hacked the two daughters born to the concubine to death.

Covered in blood, with blood-red eyes, Fan Chengmo, like a madman, carried his sword and ran towards his house.

"Master, Shi Chong is still young! He's your eldest son, let him go. The lady only put her arms around her five-year-old daughter and two-year-old son, and knelt on the ground and pleaded.

Although the two children were ignorant, they felt that a great disaster was coming, and they were hugged by their mothers and cried.

"Spare him?" Fan Chengmo looked at the eldest son he saw distressedly, "If I let him go, will the Ming dog outside let him go?" Minggou is going to kill our family! Rather than fall into their hands and be tortured to death, it is better to kill yourself! Yue'er, you and I are husband and wife, I can't bear to kill you, you go find a white silk and cut it off yourself! ”

"Sir!" Mrs. Fan cried and cried, but still refused to let go of a pair of children.

Fan Da also came up and hugged Fan Chengmo tightly, crying: "Young master! Don't kill the little master! Even if the slave fights to the death, he must protect the little master and leave safely! ”

"Get out?" Fan Chengmo smiled bitterly, "Minggou surrounded the city like an iron bucket, can you get out?" ”

"Capture Fan Chengmo alive! Don't let him run! The shouts of the Ming army were heard outside.

In the uproar, someone shouted: "Take down the Fan Mansion, we can pick the women and gold and silver treasures inside!" Kill! ”

Hearing the shouts outside, Fan Chengmo was ruthless, waved his sword, and stabbed into the two children's bodies.

The woman heard the child's cry stop abruptly, the two small bodies became soft, and hung down her little head, she knew that her child had died, so she had to let go of her hand and run to the hall outside. After a while, the woman found a white silk and hung it on the roof beam.

The small stool was kicked away, and the woman struggled a few times, then hung on the roof beam and shook gently.

"Boom" The gate of Fan's Mansion was knocked open, and Zhang Jie rushed into Fan's Mansion with a group of officers and soldiers who had just finished anyway.

"Zhang Jie dog thief! The court treats you well, and our young master treats you well! Why do you want to betray the Qing Dynasty! Fan Da roared, staring at blood-red eyes, and rushed forward with a few family members.

Soldiers with white towels on their arms and still wearing Qing army uniforms poured into Fan's mansion. Fan Da's senseless resistance was crushed by the hundreds of Ming soldiers who rushed in, and with a burst of swords and swords, the bodies of Fan Da and several family members fell heavily. Hundreds of feet stepped over their corpses and rushed straight into the backyard.

"Capture Fan Chengmo alive!" These Ming troops who have just finished anyway are eager to show themselves, and they can only get Wang Xinyu's affirmation if they make great contributions.

The Ming army poured into the backyard, and a scream sounded in Fan's mansion, and the minions, family members, and subordinates were cut down one by one. The Ming soldiers carried bloody knives and slashed in the mansion. Not long after, the heart-rending cry of a woman sounded in the house again. Although Fan Chengmo killed both the concubine and his daughter, and the maids also killed a lot, there were still many maids who survived in the mansion, and some family members and subordinates' wives also lived in the mansion.

"Help!" A little maid of about thirteen or fourteen years old was captured by the rebels.

Then the firelight was illuminated, and seeing that the little maid was still a little beautiful, a group of soldiers immediately surrounded her......

Seeing that the soldiers under his command were fighting for women, Zhang Jie yelled: "Don't rob women!" Capture Fan Chengmo alive first! You can't catch the living, and you can't catch the dead! Come back and deal with these women! ”

"Wow!" A general manager beat a thousand, left the woman who had just grabbed it, and led the soldiers straight to the inner courtyard where the master of the Fan Mansion lived.

The Ming army, who was still wearing the Qing army uniform, rushed into the master's room, only to see Fan Chengmo lying on the table, a bloody sword was thrown on the ground, and the table was full of dirty blood, and the blood flowed to the ground. Fan Chengmo's side was still hanging a female corpse. In the passage between the lobby and the bedroom, the bodies of two children are upside down.

"It's a pity that I couldn't catch this dog thief alive!" Seeing that Fan Chengmo had already killed himself, he said something stupid.

Hearing that Fan Chengmo had killed himself, Zhang Jie sneered: "If you don't catch the live Fan dog thief, it's good to die!" Cutting off his head is also a big achievement! ”

In Fan's house, there was already a river of blood, all the men were killed, and the women were robbed.

Wang Xinyu did not stop the massacre of Fanfu by the Ming army that had only been done not long ago, and Fan Wencheng defected to the enemy and became a Han jian, giving advice to Huang Taiji and making great contributions to Houjin. It can be said that without the combination of Fan Wencheng and Huang Taiji, it would be impossible for the Qing army to enter the customs, and it would always be just a tribe outside the customs.

Fan Wencheng owed a lot of blood debts, and Wang Xinyu had no way to kill him, so he could only let his son repay the blood debt owed by their Fan family to the Han people on behalf of his father.

"Pass the order, let Zhang Jie's people stop **** women, Fan Chengmo's daughters are dead, for those maids, there is no need to do too much to the wives of the subordinates! Let's gather them together and distribute them together. Wang Xinyu finally gave an order so that those women would no longer be ravaged by the rebels.

In the city, the war has not completely ended, and some old Eight Banners, Han Eight Banners and clothed minions are still resisting. They had collapsed, but these people hid in groups of deep houses and compounds, relying on the walls and houses to resist stubbornly.

The Ming army searched door to door, and the stubborn banner people, clothed minions and Han Eight Banners fell in a pool of blood one by one. The shouts of killing in the city continued until dawn, and all the bannermen, Baoyi, and Han Baqi who were able to resist were killed, and the rest were women, children, and old people who were too old to resist.

The Ming army broke into the flag man's house and found the man, whether it was an old man or a child, even an infant baby, without hesitation.

Since the order has been given to slaughter the whole city, as long as it is a man, kill all of them, and leave no one behind.

At dawn, the sandbags blocking the gate of the city had all been removed, the two city gates were wide open, and up and down the city wall, there were hundreds of corpses of green battalion soldiers, Manchurian and Mongolian Eight Banner soldiers, Han Eight Banner soldiers and clothed minions.

The auxiliaries carried the bodies of the fallen Ming soldiers and walked out of the city with their heads bowed. On the stretcher, in addition to the remains of the Ming army wearing red clothes, there are also some bodies with white cloth tied on their arms and still wearing the Qing army uniform. Those are Zhang Jie's soldiers, although they were still Qing soldiers yesterday, but since they have gone anyway, they should be treated like the Ming soldiers who died in battle, and after being identified, they should be buried in a specially opened cemetery.

In the future, a monument will be built and a martyr's cemetery will be established.

With the exception of martyrs who could not be identified, every martyr's tomb has a headstone with their name written on it. As for the martyrs whose identities could not be identified, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier was erected, with empty names.

The banner people, Han Baqi, and Bao Yi who did not die were all driven out of their homes. They bowed their heads in despair and were escorted out of the city by the Ming army. There were a lot of children among them, and in the chaos of last night, some Ming soldiers did not kill them because of their soft-heartedness. But today, all of these people must die. (To be continued.) )