In the quiet night, the Eight Banners Army in Pyongyang moved towards Dongcheng like thieves.

Prince Du Fei Yangguo asked in a mournful voice: "Uncle, didn't you say that the army must have set up an ambush at the east gate before?" Are we really going to break through now? ”

Zilharang turned his head to look at Fei Yangguo calmly, and said in a sonorous voice: "What about the ambush? I, Jilharang, have fought all my life for the Qing Dynasty, and even if I die today, I will die on this battlefield! ”

Hearing this, Fei Yangguo was frightened and a little indignant in his heart.

You are in your fifties, most of your body has been buried, and you have seventeen wives and concubines, and more than 20 children, and you are cool enough in this life, but I am only thirty years old, and it is a good time for men......

Of course, Fei Yangguo didn't dare to say these words to his face, so he could only talk nonsense in fragments.

"Who?"

Approaching the east gate, there was a shout from the Ming army soldiers in front.

Now that it has been 'discovered', it can only be a showdown.

"Kill with this king!"

In the night, there was a loud voice with a slight vicissitudes of life in the excitement of Zilharang.

"Kill!"

The Eight Banners soldiers, who had been crying for a long time, rushed to the east gate like crazy, regardless of whether they had night blindness or not, just run along.

With the exhalation of Zilharang's raised arms, countless shouts of killing turned into a sharp arrow, piercing straight towards the Daedong Gate in Pyongyang's eastern city.

Seeing a large number of men and horses coming, the Ming soldiers on duty at Datongmen did not say a word, and ran away on the spot, and after a while, the 400 people of a battalion slipped clean.

"Minggou is just like this, you know each other!"

Feiyango looked at the empty city gate, laughed, and sent someone to open the city gate.

Zilharang scolded: "Less nonsense, hurry up and run!" ”

He knew very well that the Ming army must be waiting for him outside the east gate, and what he had to do now was to rush over quickly and catch the ambushed Ming army off guard!

To put it bluntly, as long as I'm fast enough, death can't catch up with me!

The theory is correct, the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

As soon as the Eight Banners Army rushed out of the east gate and prepared to cross the river from the pontoon bridge in Datong, the firearms of the Ming army had already poured on their heads.

Qiu Minyang, the deputy protector of the Eastern Metropolitan Protectorate who was in charge of intercepting and killing, rarely stayed up late, and he was originally drowsy, but at this time, he desperately commanded the Eastern Expeditionary Army to shoot and kill, and the platoon to bombard.

Most of these Ming troops were originally soldiers and horses from Liaozhen, and they had a "friendship" with the Eight Banners Army for decades.

The Eight Banners Army that was beaten with black guns was originally in a bad state, and when they saw the firecrackers and artillery around them, their mentality collapsed even more, and the black pressure was like ants on a hot pot, and it became a pot of porridge, and I didn't know how to deal with it.

Some of the agitated Eight Banners ran directly to the pontoon bridge, of course, this needs to test their eyesight, and if the night blindness is serious, they don't need to shoot the Ming army, and jump into the river to float directly.

This kind of crowded scene was the favorite of the Ming army's artillery fire and platoon guns.

Countless gunfire exploded in my ears, and the fire of corpses was a spotless picture here.

The bones of the Eight Banners Army covered every inch of the pontoon bridge, and the blood soaked the surging Datong River.

There are even Eight Banners soldiers who were blown off by shells, lying in blood and wailing in pain and no one cares.

The Eight Banners Army launched three breakthrough charges in a row, all of which were routed by the Ming army.

The fourth breakout began, and this time, Jialazhang Jingsuo Etu was at the forefront of the team.

The little fat man swung his knife all the way, and he didn't know what he was chopping, and rushed towards the impassable pontoon bridge.

For this seemingly violent but panicked action, soon, a bullet pierced his breastplate, and the high-temperature deformed lead bullet raged in his body, and immediately bled profusely.

Suo Etu fell to the ground with a thud and met with his father, Sony.

Nalan Mingzhu was much more excited, he didn't run or resist, he directly found the corpse of a war horse, lay down next to him, and dragged a dead corpse of Eight Banners over and pressed it on his body.

In the end, Nalan Mingzhu's eyes closed, as if he was enjoying the battlefield, and he almost had headphones in his ears to listen to music.

On the other side, Zilharang personally went into battle to kill the enemy, and his performance was extremely fierce, and the saber in his hand had already been cut and curled.

But he didn't stop, still wielding a machete, and commanded the Eight Banners to continue to charge and break through while fighting.

The battle beside the Datong River was extremely fierce, and a large number of Ming troops poured out from all the gates of the city, and the shouts of killing rolled across the earth like spring thunder.

Seeing that a large number of Ming troops continued to come, more and more Ming troops participated in the encirclement, and the Eight Banners Army became more and more desperate.

They suffered heavy casualties, if it weren't for the thousands of main cavalry of the Eighth Banner Division breaking through to the pontoon bridge to fight with the Ming army, the Eight Banners Army would have collapsed long ago, and they didn't even know where to flee in the dark and night.

Fei Yangguo shouted again: "Uncle Wang, the Ming army is strong, and our army is outnumbered......"

There were too many Ming troops, they fought back one wave, and then another, until they almost despaired.

On the pontoon bridge, the corpses have passed through dense layers, and blood flows into the river, I don't know how many are from the Qing army, and how many are from the Ming army, and blood is flowing everywhere.

Zilharang was covered in blood, and his own guard, Bayara, was almost dead, and he cried out heartbreakingly: "Rush over!" ”

"Fuck, where do you want to rush!"

In the firelight, the deputy capital protector Qi Guangyang rushed to kill alone, holding a spear and shouting suddenly: "Tartar is killed!" ”

As the grandson of Qi Jin, the main general of the Battle of the Hunhe River, Qi Guangyang's shot contains the monstrous revenge power of the Qi clan.

"Poof!"

The spear pierced through the armor straight and powerfully, piercing Zilharang's chest, sending him flying throughout.

Zilharang fell heavily to the ground, his face pale and stained with blood, and he struggled to get up with his sword, his body crumbling like a building about to fall.

"The sky is going to die, I am clear!"

Jilharang roared angrily at the sky, his eyes were red, and his face was full of unwillingness.

"It's dead!"

Behind Jilharang, a Ming soldier made up for it and kicked it into the Ghost Gate.

With the death of Jierharang, the Eight Banners Army at the end of the strong crossbow had no intention of fighting, and the more they fought, the more cowardly they became, and some of the cowardly and mentally collapsed directly threw away their weapons and knelt.

After dawn, the 20,000 Eighth Banner Army that broke through paid heavy casualties, leaving less than 20,000 people, and the loss was more than one-third.

The entire battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood, and there were still a lot of corpses floating on the Datong River, especially on the pontoon bridge, which was piled up with a thick layer.

The battle is not completely over, the two sides are still struggling, but the scale is getting smaller and smaller, and the Eight Banners Army is on the defensive.

Fei Yangguo looked at the circle of Eight Banner generals beside him, and said hatefully: "Knowing that Da Ming has already suggested that this is a dead end, Uncle Wang is going to a dead end!" ”

There is no sarcasm about this kind of afterthought, because with the ascension of Zilharang, the biggest title here is the prince of the capital, Fei Yangguo.

Zhuo Butai was also in the crowd, and today they fought for the Qing Dynasty, and they did not know if anyone would come to collect their bones after death.

But looking at this situation, it seems that Prince Du is ready to surrender!

Sure enough, Fei Yangguo immediately took over the command, ordered the Eight Banners to continue to shrink, and sent cavalry to shout to the Ming army.

Although the cavalry were shot dead by the unknown Ming army, Feiyango continued to send people to negotiate.

In the end, the two sides finally got along, and Fei Yangguo led the Eight Banners Army to surrender.

Many Eight Banner generals couldn't understand it, and some people figured it out, such as Aobai's younger brother Zhuo Butai.

He has fought with Da Ming countless times in his life, and he has seen the comeback of Da Ming, who was almost defeated at the beginning, again and again.

From the original decline to today's general trend of the world, this may be the destiny of heaven.

If it falls, it will fall!