The horns were bursting, and the yellow flag with red borders was hunting in the wind, and this was the yellow flag commanded by Amin to begin the siege of the city.

Amin rode a red-maned horse and held a stainless steel tiger spear, rushed to the forefront of the many Eight Banners cavalry, and pointed to the city:

"When the city is broken, there are no chickens and dogs left!"

"Kill!"

Zou Chuxian, who was in charge of guarding, was more than thirty years old, and he was in the prime of life, and he stood at the head of the city energetically, without fear, and commanded the city with a calm demeanor.

"Ah——!h

A cavalryman with a yellow flag wearing heavy armor had just galloped to the city, and was directly blown away by a projectile, even men and horses, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

The stump and severed arm flew sideways in the air, and it was bloody in an instant.

"Boom—"

One after another, the shells were fired from the city by the Ming army, and fell in the Houjin army besieging the city.

Flesh and blood cannot withstand the power of firearms.

Dingliao Zuowei is a big city built by the imperial court in Liaodong, and it is also the seat of the Liaodong capital, and the firearms are more than sufficient in Shenyang in the past.

The south gate attacked by Amin, there are more than 160 battlements, of which more than 30 are set up with heavy artillery that makes the Eight Banners strong brigade fearful, and the rest of the battlements are also crowded, either large and small copper and iron cannons, or fierce shooting birds, bows and arrows.

Although the guerrilla general Wang Xuan said that he had made mistakes, he was not a bad man.

At this moment, Wang Xuanzheng was walking back and forth in the city with his own soldiers, not listening to his footsteps, his mouth was always open, and he kept shouting:

"Fire!"

"What for? Stones down! If you can't hit people, you have to scare the slave soldiers, so that they can't attack so easily! ”

Under the city, the war horses galloped.

The Houjin soldiers first carried the ladder with the yellow flag of the Han army fearlessly to death, followed the shield car to attack the city, the artillery fire in front of the sky, and the back was also swords and guns.

The army of yellow flags and banners lined up in four directions, murderous, like four waves, surging from the plain to the city, and the Jurchen cavalry each performed their equestrian skills and shot arrows at the head of the city.

None of the shells at the head of the city were dictated, and on the vast plain, they were forced to explode in addition to a barrier that the Jin army trembled when they saw it.

Under the left acropolis, dust was splashed, gray smoke was billowing out, and the screams were endless.

The Han army with yellow flags following the shield cart in front was still rushing, but the Jurchen cavalry riding and shooting behind had become a little timid, so they made more mistakes.

The brave and warlike Jurchen cavalry suffered heavy casualties due to the interference of artillery fire and wind and sand at the head of the city.

No matter how many casualties the Han army suffered in front, Amin did not have the slightest heartache, because as long as they returned to Laozhai, they could easily replenish it.

It's very simple, just forcibly conscript the Liao people.

Plundering the strong has always been their forte.

However, the Jurchen cavalry with yellow flags suffered casualties from artillery fire, which Amin did not want to see.

If the casualties of the Yellow Banner reach a certain level, not only will he not be able to communicate with Nurhachi when he returns, but his own forces will also be lost.

There is a loss of his own power, which is what Huang Taiji is happy to see, although Amin and Huang Taiji have a good relationship now, but that is because there is no contradiction and conflict.

As soon as Lao Khan dies, the two of them will have a dispute, which even the simple-minded Amin can predict in advance, not to mention the scheming Huang Taiji.

While thinking about it, the Han army in front had been frightened back by the artillery fire of the Ming army at the head of the city, and they threw down hundreds of corpses in embarrassment and slowly retreated.

Seeing this, Amin stepped forward and slashed a Han army commander, he hung the head of this Han army commander on the tip of his spear, and shouted:

"Those who dare to take half a step back will be killed!"

"Kill!"

Due to the obscenity of the rear supervision team, the Han army had to use their lives again, rushing forward desperately, dying backwards, and attacking the town forward, there was still a trace of survival.

Amin's headquarters army was like a moth, and pounced on the Dingliao Left Acropolis.

This time, the Han army is really rushing with no life.

In less than half a moment's effort, the corpses outside the city of Dingliao were all over the field, and the corpses of the Han army under the city were even piled up in a very deep moat, and the Han army finally climbed the wall of the left guard.

From this time on, the Ming army at the head of the city had to start a white-knuckle battle with the crazy Han army with yellow flags, and the soldiers on both sides faced each other, either you die or I die.

Blood trickled like rain to the city, staining the narrow moat.

The city is still under fire, arrows are raining, the Ming army shouted to kill and fight with the Eight Banners Han Army, at this time, no one will leave these former Liao people who were forcibly recruited.

Because in battle, the opponent will not give you a way to live in order to survive, and giving the enemy a way to live is equivalent to blocking your own way of life.

Under the city gates, the attacks were endless.

Amin led the Jurchen cavalry with yellow flags on the small slope, quietly watching the siege battle.

In this troubled era, human life is like a mustard, especially in the Liao people in Liaodong, the only value of their existence, for Houjin, is to serve as cannon fodder who are not afraid of death when attacking the city.

After a while, Amin nodded lightly and said:

"Almost, let the Jurchen warriors go and harvest the battlefield."

Hearing this, the white-armored cavalry beside him took out the horn on his waist and made a sound to the black Jurchen cavalry behind him.

Immediately, smoke and dust rose in the distance.

The Jurchen cavalry with yellow flags no longer just fired arrows around, they divided into four ways to surround the entire town, and cooperated with the Jurchen heavy infantry with yellow flags to carry out a final attack on the left acropolis.

The iron helmet on the head of the guerrilla general Wang Xuan disappeared at some point.

He stood at the head of the city with a sharp sword in his hand, and he mechanically swung one knife after another.

Falsely reporting the number of soldiers and swallowing up the food and salary, these things were indeed done by him, and he felt guilty and uneasy for many days since then, but he also had his own unspeakable secrets.

All in all, today he will prove with practical actions that he is still loyal to the court and the emperor, and he is by no means a greedy person who is afraid of death and lust for profit!

The sound of artillery became louder and louder, the wind and sand became thicker and thicker, and the situation became more and more unfavorable to the Ming army defending the city.

Despite this, Zou Chuxian still led his family to personally supervise the battle, defending the city to the death, and the Han army besieging the city could not hold on.

In Wengcheng, the guerrilla general Wang Xuan hacked to death a Han army commander with a knife, and before he had time to be happy, he only felt a cold in his abdomen, and then the pain was like a knife.

An ugly Jurchen face appeared in front of him, but when the fierce battle was in full swing, the Jurchen soldiers with yellow flags led by Amin suddenly joined the battlefield.

In an instant, the situation of the entire Dingliao Left Guard became critical.

The Ming army could no longer hold on, and the exhausted defending generals could not resist at all in the face of the energetic Jurchen soldiers, and they died in battle in a few breaths.

Wang Xuan was stabbed in the lower abdomen by the Jurchen soldier with the yellow flag, who was laughing, as if he was ready to offer his head as his own future to their Great Khan.

"You slaves, I will be your ancestors!"

Wang Xuan tried his last strength, stomped his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he hugged the Jurchen soldier and pressed him to the ground, and his sandbag-sized fist kept smashing into his face.

"Kill Jiannu!"

"Kill Jiannu!!"

For a moment, the fist and the minced flesh of the face were mixed together, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

This Jurchen soldier with a yellow flag was born tall and big, and he was Nurhachi's personal soldier, but he was not Wang Xuan's opponent at all.

After a while, Wang Xuan fell, and the Jurchen soldier under him was also beaten beyond recognition, and there was no sound at all.