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A series of loud bangs resounded in the sky, and one after another shells fell in a parabola towards the Qing army.

Ao Bai didn't care, don't look at the cannonballs, the flesh and blood are blurred, but the accuracy is really bad. In the face of the Ming army's artillery superiority, Ru Aobai had already exercised rough nerves.

The only thing Ao Bai didn't know was ......

This time, the cannon shot was unexpectedly accurate. A cannonball landed a foot away beside Ao Bai.

Between the lightning and flint, Ao Baile turned his horse's head to dodge, but he still didn't care, and no matter how close he was, he didn't hit.

It's just that this time it seems to be a little different.

Rumble......

Clusters of sparks rose, shattered shrapnel flew vertically and horizontally, and a sharp shrapnel flew away irregularly after shattering.

Everyone looked at each other, and saw that Aobai's head was like a watermelon being hit by a hammer, and the red one flew out, and the white one was stained in it. The majestic and tall figure of Ao Bai paused for a moment, and then pushed the golden mountain and fell to the ground like a jade pillar. The generals of the Qing army looked at it in amazement, and felt that the whole earth seemed to tremble lightly.

At this moment, there was a slight sudden silence on the battlefield.

Mulima watched this scene from afar, and her eyes gradually moistened. He roared loudly and rushed desperately and lonely towards the Ming army's battle array.

In this regard, Ming Jun just took out the three-eyed gun in his hand.

A puff of smoke rose and there was a roar in unison.

The barrage overshadowed, and Mulima's body shook like chaff and fell to his horse.

The war horse ran for a while only to find that the owner had fallen off the horse, stopped, and went back to rub his head against Mulima's gradually cold body.

Bao Guo, the chief military commander of the Feixiong Independent Division, came on horseback and commanded left and right: "Although Jiannu is extremely evil, people die and die evilly, and they are brave on the battlefield, and they do not lose their duties as soldiers." It's just that the era of the courage of the horseman has passed, and they should not win, and they can't win. Soldiers, in the spirit of humanitarianism, prepare to collect the corpses of the enemy. ”

Zhu Cihong got off the city and walked slowly towards the battlefield.

Now that the overall situation has been decided, the left and right no longer insist on refusing His Majesty the Emperor to go to the battlefield. On the side, Yang Wenyue arched his hand and said, "Your Majesty, please surrender and avoid death." ”

"As usual, capital sins can be avoided, but living sins cannot be escaped. If the living people can be converted to Manchuria, and the generation will no longer be the Jurchen Manchurian clan group, they can live. Zhu Cihong responded magnanimously.

He's doing what he promised.

Let the Jurchen Qing Kingdom perish and destroy the nation!

Of course, the Holocaust was too brutal. But the only way to make a nation disappear is physical annihilation.

At present, on the battlefield, the generals of the Qing army have died one after another, and the soldiers and horses of all units have been defeated.

In the roaring artillery fire, the morale of the Qing army was lost.

At this moment, among the waves of soldiers and horses, the words of surrender shouted in the three languages of Hanmeng and Manchu continued to sound.

"Convert to Manchu, surrender can live!"

"Convert to Manchu, surrender can live!"

"Convert to Manchu, surrender can live!"

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In the midst of the battle, Ayanda's body trembled, and he watched Ao Bai and Mulima both die. And the Qing army no longer saw the slightest hope of victory.

Fear and despair filled his heart, and at this moment, listening to Ming Jun's words of surrender, Ayanda's trembling slowly intensified, and he turned his head to find countless pairs of expectant eyes looking at him.

What they were expecting, it goes without saying.

Fude exhaled heavily with a trembling voice, ignoring Ayanda's confused gaze, and smiled firmly: "The war has been going on for twenty-five years. Twenty-five years of fighting, isn't it enough? I am willing to surrender! ”

After saying that, Fude dropped the long knife in his hand, took off the armor on his body, and ran out of the Qing army array, according to what the Ming people said, slowly squatted on the ground, and raised his hands high.

Jingling......

Looking left and right, he found that the long knife in Ayanda's hand suddenly slipped down.

Then, the sound of tinkling sounded one after another.

"Win big!" On the lookout tower of the city gate tower, Li Xiangjun's handwriting fell, giving the painting a name.

Above the picture, there is a long scroll. Painting this moment, the whole picture of the Ming Dynasty's victory!

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The wind in Fushun Pass was a little strong, and the wind hunted and hunted, blowing the flag of the Fourth Division on the head of the city to flutter in the wind. There was a rare quiet on the battlefield, the rain stopped, and the biggest factor affecting the battle between the two sides disappeared. But the next moments were a little more peaceful.

Dusk came, and there was still more than half an hour before it got dark.

At the head of the Guancheng city of Fushun Pass, a group of people and horses carried a high white flag and wrote the word "Douda" Ren and went down the city on a simple cableway. At the beginning, Dai Shan was very pleasantly surprised when he saw someone going out of the city under a white flag, thinking that the Ming army had changed its course and was ready to surrender. But soon, he realized that he had misunderstood.

This is the medics of the 4th Division. The reason why they came under the white flag was simple, to collect the corpses.

Seven days of siege left the city with a mountain of corpses piled up under the city, and the tragic situation could not be described in words. The severed limbs and wreckage were smoky and scorched by artillery fire, making ordinary people retch.

From time to time, the smell destroys the human olfactory system.

The Qing army seemed to be accustomed to this, but the military doctors and guards still put forward their opinions.

Even if the Qing people did not care, the accumulation of corpses was not only a disregard for the war dead, but also a source of the spread of the plague in the future.

For this reason, the medical staff of the 4th Division decided to go out of the city regularly to collect the corpses.

Knowing the Ming army's request, Dai Shan was silent and did not respond.

Wakda wanted to take advantage of the situation to kidnap these medical soldiers, and the Qing army was also seriously damaged, they did not have the abundant medical resources of the Ming people and could go out of the city to collect the corpses, and even the injured Qing people of the generals lacked doctors to treat them. However, this was rejected by Zilharang.

He knew that Dai Shan wanted to agree, but he really didn't want to accept the fact that he was inferior to Mingren.

For the soldiers of the Ming army, if they did not fall into the city, there was basically no hope of survival. Therefore, when the medical soldiers collected the corpses, the corpses of the Ming soldiers were a minority. On the contrary, there were many Qing soldiers who died in battle.

Agreeing to the actions of the Ming medical guards will certainly set off the benevolence of the other party, but refusing will damage the morale of the Qing soldiers.

As a result, the two armies strangely maintained a truce for about half an hour every day at dusk.

Let the medics go down to the city to collect the corpses.

This time, the leaders of the Ming army's medical guards were the old and the young who had been captured before.

The old man's name is Che Yiyang, and the young man is the land of the old man, and the famous Che Shoudong. The two of them went one after the other, and after entering the city, they skillfully put on protective clothing, and more than a dozen wrestlers shouldered their equipment and began to move the corpses.

At this time, Zilharang suddenly rushed over. A group of unarmed soldiers came out of his command to clean up the corpses of the Qing army.

Jierharang looked at Che Yiyang and said, "Mr. Che, Dudao is a doctor with benevolence. Yesterday I asked Mr. Che to send a message, I don't know what? If the top and bottom of Fushun Pass really fall, this king will regard it as before. At present, the army is attacking day and night, and the soldiers and civilians above and below Fushun Pass are killed and wounded, so why bother to leave more souls? ”