Mang Gurtai had long been disdainful of the fighting power of the Ming people in his heart, and when he heard this, he was both angry and funny, thinking that this Li Chengyin was really arrogant.

How can he say that he is also Dakin's four Baylors, and he actually said that he is an unknown junior?

However, Mang Gurtai thought about it again, and simply planned it himself, and let Li Chengyin be arrogant, so as to tease him out of the city, how did He Shixian die back then? Isn't that arrogant!

He rolled his eyes and pointed to the big yellow umbrella behind him:

"Li Chengyin, look, my father Khan is here to supervise the battle, you come down and defeat the big sword in the hands of your family's three beylers, and then say anything else!"

With that, he hurried forward and shouted:

"Listen, I'm going to duel with that general, and I'm not allowed to interfere!"

As early as when the slave army was besieging the city, Li Chengyin saw this big yellow umbrella in the distance, which is said to be the place where the slave chieftain supervised the battle, this is a good opportunity!

He felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, if he could really capture the slave chieftain alive, wouldn't it be a complete battle?

Just thinking of this, the attack of the slave army on the east side suddenly weakened, and Li Chengyin faintly saw that the big yellow umbrella was retreating under the support of the slaves.

Li Chengyin's breathing gradually became short, he pressed the brick wall with one hand, and made a quick decision in his heart, whether to chase or not.

At this time, a pro-soldier reported:

"General, the yellow umbrella retreats all the way, and it's almost out of sight!"

Li Chengyin was even more anxious, out of this mountain pass, there was a flat river ahead, and it was too late to chase after him, so he hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"Go out of the city and pursue, capture and kill the slave chief!"

"Yes!"

As soon as this order was given, Li Chengyin's eyelids jumped wildly, he took another look at the city, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Although Jiannu retreated, it was an orderly retreat, and the slave soldiers around Mang Gurtai were all white horses and white armor, and each of them was a good rider in foot combat!

Li Chengyin was born in Wuju and is also a veteran of the battlefield who has been stationed in Liaodong for a long time.

He had heard that the former Shenyang commander-in-chief He Shixian was ambushed by leading his troops to chase after the retreat of the Jiannu army, and they didn't look like they were repelled by themselves, but more like...

A premeditated lure to the enemy!

It's a barbarian, and he actually learned to use tricks, Li Chengyin came back to his senses, and he always felt that something was wrong, didn't the old slave chief say that he was at the south gate, how could he suddenly arrive at the east gate.

"Wait——!"

"Don't chase it, fire it at me, aim it at the big yellow umbrella with artillery fire, and give me a hard shot!" Li Chengyin immediately made a decision and ordered:

"Also, send someone to ask Man Gui if he has found the yellow umbrella of the slave chief at the south gate!"

Mang Gurtai originally thought that Li Chengyin would be like He Shixian, greedy for merit, and was easily lured out of the city by himself, and set up an ambush to annihilate him.

At the beginning, the Ming army in the city was indeed moving around, as he expected, preparing to go out of the city to pursue "Nurhachi" under the big yellow umbrella.

But it didn't take long for the sound of soldiers and horses to stop, but it was countless black holes and cannons aimed at the city, even he felt palpitations.

Mang Gurtai pointed his knife at the city and laughed:

"What, Li Chengyin, are you afraid of me?"

Li Chengyin saw that he was ready, so he sneered, showed his head out, and replied loudly:

"Daikin's Three Baylors, right! I think you're stupid for the Three Kingdoms, such a simple temptation plan, when I can't see it? ”

"If you can't see these carving insect skills of yours, then I, the chief soldier of the Ming Dynasty, will really be a piece of paper!"

"The Ordnance Department of the imperial court has just sent a batch of new cannons, you Li Ye and I will use these new cannons to send you Jiannu to the Western Heavens!"

"Come on, hit the master!"

At the sound of an order, the cannon at the head of the city fired in unison.

A large number of Houjin troops were ambushed under the city, and all of them were all exposed in their original form at once, screaming and wailing, and running in all directions.

Even heavy armor is completely unable to resist the power of bird guns and artillery.

This Li Chengyin is worthy of being a brave general, he picked up a shot and aimed at the helpless Mang Gurtai under the city, and raised his hand to make a shot.

Hearing only a "bang", the lead bullet hit Mang Gurtai's right arm, and the huge inertia directly knocked him off the horse.

The Later Jin army had already suffered from the firearms of the Ming army in the battle of Salhu, when facing the armies of Juniper and Liu Wei.

At that time, if it weren't for the blind onslaught with numbers, they were afraid that they would not be able to take down any of the Ming troops with sufficient ammunition.

Since then, many people have had some psychological shadows about the sharp firearms of the Ming Dynasty.

Li Chengyin laughed wildly:

"Go home, go and call your slave chief to come to me, you can't do it yet!"

Mang Gurtai couldn't use his plan, he was miserably recognized, he was seriously injured, and he was angry and ashamed in his heart, but how could he show weakness like this?

Mang Gurtai gritted his teeth and straightened out, briefly treated the bleeding wound, and then returned to his horse and commanded the Houjin army outside the east gate to continue the attack.

But at this time, the Ming army at the head of the city was already ready, and before the soldiers of the Jin army approached again, countless lead bullets and projectiles fell on their crowd.

The current Houjin army has paid a heavier price than it had to pay at the beginning of the attack.

Li Chengyin seems to have learned the lesson of He Shixian's defeat, and he is determined not to leave the city, relying on the heavy artillery of the fortified city to hold on, and constantly stimulates Mang Gurtai's fragile nerves in words.

"Baylor, get down!"

Boom boom...

Suddenly, a white-armored soldier desperately knocked down Mang Gurtai, who was directing the battle.

When Mang Gurtai reacted, he felt that the explosion was like thunder, and his ears were buzzing, suppressing all the screams and shouts of killing.

Mang Gurtai stared at his own position, which had become a small puddle of blood.

The well-armed and battle-hardened Bayala guard died under a cannonball at the head of the city, and there were not even bones left.

"Baylor, Baylor!"

Seeing this, the commanders not far away were shocked, and they all gathered around to check the safety of their boss, and this scene was clearly seen by Li Chengyin in the city.

He was glad that he had made the right decision, and that he had made the wrong decision without the desire for profit, which led to a situation where he lost everything.

Li Chengyin, who tasted the sweetness, kept ordering:

"Keep firing, don't stop!"

"Ren Guozhongren, bring some of the feces and urine of the people he collected from the city, cook it, and throw it into the city to feed these slave soldiers!"

The next morning, the sun was rising.

Up and down the city wall of the east gate of Shenyang City, there are black holes and holes on every battlement, black smoke rises, and the pitch-black bricks and stones tell the fierce battle last night.

The South Gate is even more tragic.

The Houjin army led by Dai Shan and Huang Taiji had been engaged in fierce white-knuckle battles with the Ming army under the command of Man Gui, and there were corpses with missing limbs everywhere above and below the city.

There are Houjin soldiers, and there are even more Ming troops who defend the city.

Blood stained the moat, and the corpses of the Jin soldiers and the Ming army filled the ravines below the city, and even on every enemy tower at the head of the city.

The shouts of killing throughout the night resounded in the sky, and the roar of guns was endless.

It was a fierce battle, a night of fighting, in which thousands of corpses were thrown down on both sides, but nothing could be done with good fruit.

As the sun gradually rose, the horn of "woo" sounded in the Houjin army, followed by a large number of Houjin soldiers retreating like a tide.

Soon, the Ming army at the head of the city looked up blankly, and cheers rang out.

It was a short-lived victory, and the Houjin army was repaired and would definitely make a comeback, but this victory gave them confidence.

Because this time, the imperial court sent reinforcements.