Rao was protected by an iron helmet, and the unlucky tartar rolled his eyes when he was smashed by this hoe, and fell to the ground softly, constantly twitching, his head was overflowing with blood, and he would become an idiot if he didn't die.

The macho man who knocked down a Tartar with a hoe held the hoe and said loudly: "The left and right are also a death, it is better to fight with the Tartars, so as to have a good reputation of sacrificing his life for the country, it is better than dying in the hands of the officials and soldiers and carrying the notoriety of a traitor!" ”

The surrounding Tartars never dreamed that the people of the Ming Kingdom, who had always been obedient and docile, would pick up the guy and resist, and even killed one!

Seeing that this thorn still dared to incite the masses, a Qing soldier stabbed the macho man with a spear in his hand, and the macho man subconsciously used the hoe as a hit, and then threw the hoe at the tartar, taking advantage of the tartar to avoid the hoe and rushed forward, came to the front of the Qing soldier, and hugged the Qing soldier to death.

The Tartar's spear was useless in hand-to-hand combat, so he could only throw away the barrel of the gun and hold the macho man, and the two rolled on the ground and fought.

Seeing this, the other people also began to erupt, and they picked up their weapons on the ground and shouted: "Folks! Fight with the Tartars! ”

The rioting people grabbed their weapons on the ground one after another, and attacked the Qing soldiers who drove them indiscriminately, or slashed or throw, and used all kinds of moves.

Those Qing soldiers were beaten back again and again by the people for a while, killing and wounding dozens of people.

Yanguli and Bo Hezhen were also dumbfounded, and they never imagined that the people who had been effectively driving the people to attack the city in the past would become such a result.

"Can't let them rush over!" Yanguli suddenly shouted: "Let the warriors press on and kill them all!" ”

After the order was issued, the Qing soldiers in the front immediately swarmed up and killed the people.

was beaten back before, because there were not many Qing soldiers who drove the people, and the Qing soldiers in their hearts pressed up, and the people were immediately defeated, and they were killed by the Qing army and fell to the ground one after another.

The Qing army chased after the people, constantly shooting with guns and bayonets, chopping and arrows, killing the people, and the people completely lost the will to resist, so they could only desperately run in the direction of Guancheng.

The Qing soldiers poured up and forced the displaced people to the moat under the city wall, and some even jumped directly into the river, but unfortunately the moat was three meters deep, and many people were drowned directly.

Seeing this, Zhu Cihong sighed and said, "It's a pity......"

Sun Yingyuan said: "Your Highness, do we need to send cavalry down to kill?" ”

Zhu Cihong shook his head and said, "No, the people are blocked in front of the city gate, which is not conducive to the cavalry attack......."

Sun Yingyuan hesitated and said, "Your Highness, this is not good for your reputation.......

Zhu Cihong stared at him and said, "What bullshit reputation?" Is it worth it to have two battalions of my cavalry? ”

The generals of the new battalion were moved in their hearts, and those who died as confidants could follow the crown prince and die without regrets!

The low status of the warriors in the Ming Dynasty led to the low loyalty of the generals, and Zhu Ci repeatedly attached importance to the warriors, so that the loyalty of the generals under him gradually increased, and finally it was completely in his own hands.

Looking at the people who kept falling outside the city, Zhu Cihong still couldn't bear it, and sighed: "Let the cavalry preparing for war retreat from the urn city to the city, open the outer city gate and let the people outside the city enter the urn city, and come in as many as you can." ”

The soldiers at the city gate put down the drawbridge, and the people who ran fast and crowded the moat in front of the city gate ran to the city gate, and the Qing army saw that the city gate was slowly opened, and they pursued desperately behind, and the two sides always bit together tightly, and it was difficult to separate.

Zhu Cihong said: "Sun Yingyuan, this battle is commanded by you!" Don't worry about everything, all the consequences are none of your concerns! ”

"Yes!"

Sun Yingyuan took the order flag and shouted: "The Hongyi artillery continues to bombard the Tartar army formation, other artillery cuts off the Tartars to the city gate, and the musketeers gather fire on the Tartars of the city gate to pursue the people, be sure to be disabled!" Kill! ”

"Fire!"

"Boom! Rumble! Boom ......"

The huge roar continued one after another, and the artillerymen vented their anger on the Tartars, and the Tartar soldiers who pursued the people outside the city fell in rows and pieces like cutting wheat, and some of the people were inevitably injured by mistake.

Only by doing so can the pursuing Tartars be separated from the people in order to gain the opportunity to close the city gate, so Sun Yingyuan can only sacrifice one part of the people to save the other.

Under the fierce blow of the city's artillery, the connection between the Qing army and the people was finally severed, and the two sides opened a distance, and many of the people who ran the most happily had already run across the drawbridge and entered the city gate.

Sun Yingyuan ordered all the musketeers to gather and fire more than 30 steps away from the city wall, blocking the Qing army and buying time to rescue the people into the city.

For a while, the projectiles flying down from the city were as dense as raindrops, and the Tartars who were chasing the people at a speed of 100 meters were beaten to the ground, and the huge momentum wiped their faces against the ground three or four meters away.

The Qing soldiers were unable to move an inch more than thirty steps from the city wall, and a large number of Tartars who wanted to rush into the city gate kept falling at this distance, and the corpses gradually piled up, forming a clear dividing line.

However, when the Ming army was entangled with the Qing army that was chasing the people, there was already a Jiala Eight Banner Manchurian soldiers and two Jiala Han army carts and ladder carts, which approached the city wall very smoothly.

Within a distance of forty or fifty paces, the white armor soldiers, horsemen, warriors, and infantry also bent their bows and arrows and shot at the Ming army at the head of the city.

After dozens of musketeers from the new battalion fell from arrows, others placed their shields on the battlements, so that the damage of the musketeers to the Tartars under the city was greatly reduced.

At this time, the people who fled to the city gate basically ran into the urn city, and the city gate was also smoothly closed. Then he was treated as a dog after closing the door.

Without the distracted attention of the people, the Ming army can deal with the Qing army besieging the city with all its might, and the Qing army can also attack the city wholeheartedly without taking any shortcuts.

This time, the Qing army dispatched a total of 30,000 troops, and had already sent one Jiala each of Manchu, Meng, and Han, with a total of 5,000 troops for the attack at one time.

Yangguli himself attacked the new city with 10,000 men and horses, while Abatai took the Zhenglan Banner and other banners and scattered in front of the city gates to make a feint to disperse the Ming army's city defense forces.

The advance team of the Qing army had already crossed the trench in front of the city wall with a ladder, leaned against the edge of the city wall, and began to climb towards the top of the city, and the brutal siege battle began.