The attack of the Fu Han army under Tongcheng was quite smooth, and it only took one day to crush the southeast corner of Tongcheng with artillery, and the rest of the Fu Han soldiers also swarmed in, starting an extremely cruel white-knuckle battle.

The moment the city wall was blown down, Arsona was completely paralyzed, not to mention organizing a counterattack by the Qing army in the city, it became difficult to even stand up, he was completely desperate in his heart, and even began to think about how to commit suicide.

Compared with Arsonga, who had completely ignored things, Bai Huang, the secretary of the military department, still did his best, and he commanded the Eight Banners soldiers in the city to take the lead in plugging the gap and fighting with the Fu Han army.

The two thousand Eight Banner soldiers in the city also knew that the current situation was already very bad, if they could not resist the offensive of the Fu Han army, not to mention them at that time, even the entire Qing Dynasty would be in danger, so although the combat power of these people was not high, they still had the determination to die, and rushed to the front line.

This time, as a regiment of the first attack, it was the second regiment of the third division, and a full 2,000 people had already put on bayonets and began to fight bloody with the Qing army, but compared to the past fortified city, the guard strength of Tongcheng was not enough this time, so the fight was also pressed against the Qing army, and a large number of Qing army corpses have occupied the entire southeast corner.

The dark three-edged bayonets glowed with cold light, in stark contrast to the red blood on the ground, after a large number of Fu Han troops joined the battlefield, the number of casualties of the Eight Banners soldiers also increased rapidly, and the two sides launched repeated battles and entanglements in this place throughout the afternoon.

The soldiers of the Eight Banners were not so unbearable, many people came over with spears and broadswords, although they were already in an extremely disadvantageous state, but they still did not flinch, they hit the back and even used the piled corpses as the city wall, repeatedly driving down the Fu Han army on the wall. Even though their own casualties were more than twice that of the Fu Han army, these people were still not defeated.

"I have a clear morale available! In this way, we can be regarded as able to hold the most difficult first wave of siege! Later, as long as the emperor's army arrives, the destruction of Chu is just around the corner! ”

Bai Huang looked at Arsuna excitedly, and the other party seemed to slowly regain confidence, and began to support himself and prepare to command the battle. It's just that Bai Huang didn't tell him one thing, that is, in just one afternoon, the casualties of the Qing army were as high as more than 800 people, and the corpses left by the Fu Han army were less than 300.

Bai Huang knew that if he continued to fight like this, he could only hold on for two days at most, otherwise the Qing army in the city would die at that time, of course, in order to prolong the time of defending the city, Bai Huang had already requisitioned the people in the city, demolished the houses to collect the falling stones when defending the city, and increased every point of certainty when defending the city.

Strictly speaking, Bai Huang's set is quite effective, if the White Lotus Sect or Zhu Yigui comes to attack, I am afraid that it will not be able to attack in a short time, but it is different when it is replaced by the Fu Han army, a large number of artillery can completely suppress all the actions of the defenders, and it can also bring more tragic casualties to the Qing army, because of this, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to hold Tongcheng.

"The Eight Banners seem to have cheered up a little, otherwise with our army's current offensive, it would be impossible to resist it no matter what." Ning Yu's face was somewhat emotional, these people were different from the Green Battalion, even if they couldn't be defeated, but their morale had always been very strong.

Li Fu stroked his beard and sighed lightly: "Since the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, the children of the Eight Banners have all been one nation, and they are divided into Manchu, Mongolian and Han Eight Banners, and now several generations have multiplied, but only more than one million people, and the available soldiers are only more than 100,000 people. ”

Ning Yu smiled, pointed to the Eight Banners who were fighting to the death in Tongcheng, and said loudly: "My Han family's children are not only hundreds of millions, but millions of young and strong people, even if it is one for one, can he Kangxi afford it?" ”

This is a very simple math problem, it can be said that this math problem has laid the result of the defeat of the Qing court, they can no longer afford to gamble, nor can they afford to lose any war, otherwise it will usher in a complete collapse.

And what Ning Yu wants to do is naturally drag the Qing court into this cruel strangulation war, as for the so-called green battalion, in this case, it will not be able to get the complete trust of the Qing court at all, and there will be no combat power after accumulating disadvantages all year round.

At this time, the shouts of killing on the city wall became more and more dense, and both sides were fighting for each other's survival, and they stabbed each other into each other's bodies with spears, bayonets, and everything that could kill people, in order to get a chance to survive. It's just that the final result is that the Fu Han army was driven down, although the Qing army paid a very heavy price, but the banner of the Qing army is still fluttering on Tongcheng.

Ning Yu looked at all this calmly, his hands couldn't help but clench slightly, and then let go and lost behind him.

"Tell Zheng Guoxing, I watched this battle with my own eyes, and if I can't take it tomorrow, I will die on the city wall!"

Zheng Guoxing is the commander of the Second Regiment of the Third Division, of course, his background is not simple, he is a descendant of the Zheng family, so after joining the army, the speed of promotion is not slow, and he has also achieved the position of the commander of the third division of the main force along the way. The hard work paid in this is not less.

After receiving Ning Yu's order, Zheng Guoxing was not ambiguous, and directly removed the heavy iron armor on his body, held a long knife in his hand, and began to attack Tongcheng with his personal guards.

"Three divisions and two regiments, they will go down to Tongcheng tonight, and those who retreat will be killed!"

The cavalry of the herald shuttled back and forth in the battalion, most of the soldiers of the Fu Han Army who had just retreated were bloodied, resting, and immediately got up after hearing the order, they were not afraid of death, nor were they afraid of losing, what they were most afraid of was losing the honor of their own regiment, and the feeling of being inferior in front of other brother regiments was really uncomfortable.

Now the three main divisions of the Fu Han Army, of which the main force of the second division is far away in Yunyang, is confronting the army of Nian Qianyao for the time being, the main force of the first division and the main force of the third division have fought a lot of tough battles along the way, almost every regiment has the experience of going first, because of this, no one is willing to be left behind, let alone being trampled under the feet of others.

Now is the day of the big exam of the third division and the second regiment, Zheng Guoxing is unwilling to lose, and the other brothers are not willing to lose, and they no longer care about life and death casualties, and after resting for a while, they started a new wave of offensive.

The Qing army on Tongcheng was stunned by the current wave of offensive of the Fu Han army, no matter how strong the morale of the Eight Banners was, they could not support it now, after all, more than half of the casualties in the battle of defending the city had been killed, which really added a lot of psychological pressure to the remaining Eight Banners.

Both sides have no way to retreat, just care about fighting on this small wall, the tragic casualties to the Qing army continued to bleed, and finally in the middle of the night, the remaining Eight Banners soldiers can no longer bear such losses, began to retreat towards the city, and with the loss of the city wall, it also means that the Qing army's plan to defend Tongcheng is basically a complete failure.

In the slightly bright early morning night sky, a large banner of the Fu Han Army stood on the head of the Tong City Wall, fluttering slightly along the wind, with some dark red blood stains and some holes on it, but it looked more and more heroic.