For these green battalion soldiers who stubbornly resisted to the end, Zhu Youlang would not have the slightest sympathy.

Even if Zhu Youlang is kind and spares these evil soldiers now, they will definitely find an opportunity to escape or even bite back.

Zhu Youlang didn't want the story of the farmer and the snake to be staged, so he extinguished this possibility at the source.

A round of arrows shot down the Qing army screaming again and again, and many Qing soldiers fell directly to the ground in pain.

"Help!"

"Give me a good time!"

"Mother, save the child!"

The process of constant blood loss and bleeding is very painful, not only a physical torture but also a mental torture.

After all, people can't die for a while, and the fear of facing death makes people's hearts palpitate.

"Shoot again!"

The Ming army's arrows rained wave after wave, and the Qing soldiers couldn't parry at all, and fell one after another.

"Charge!"

After a few rounds of arrow rain, Zhao Xu gave the order for a general attack.

Now the remaining green battalion soldiers screamed again and again, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

Zhao Xu felt that just one charge could crush these green battalion soldiers.

"Kill the captives and repay the country!"

"Rush!"

The average age of the Tiger Army was very low, much younger than the rest of the Ming army.

But it does not affect their combat experience, after all, they have accumulated nearly two years of experience.

The two years of fighting were very close, one after the other, and it can be said that the number of battles in the two years was more than in the previous ten years.

"The dog thief has taken his life!"

He Ergou is the best at making spears, and a spear is supernatural by him, like a silver snake.

"Ahh

With every stab of He Ergou, a bloody hole would be stabbed in the body of a green battalion soldier, and blood gushed out along the hole, staining his shirt and pants red.

"I don't want to die!"

A soldier sat on the ground with his legs crossed, holding his stomach with his hands and lamenting in pain.

But his pain didn't last long, because soon a horizontal knife slashed at his neck.

"Poof!"

The head was cut off in an instant, and a pillar of crimson blood gushed out, and the head rolled to the ground and spun around several times.

"Ahh

A timid Qing soldier was so frightened that he convulsed and passed out.

The scene was chaotic for a while, and there were fleeing Qing soldiers everywhere.

But where can they flee?

After all, he has been almost cornered.

Some of the best Qing soldiers tried to climb over the wall, and this was indeed the only chance to escape.

It's just that in a chaotic environment, it's hard for someone to really turn over.

Occasionally, the winner lost his balance because he was too anxious and fell directly from the high wall.

"Ahh My legs, my legs..."

The Green Battalion soldier could no longer stand up, apparently with a broken leg.

A sense of fear came over him, wouldn't he just wait here to die?

It was only a matter of time before the Ming army took control of the whole city, and by that time he would definitely be dead.

No, you can't sit still!

The green battalion soldier gritted his teeth and dragged his injured leg and began to crawl forward, even if he did, he had to crawl to a safe place.

But before he could climb a few steps, a stray arrow flew over the wall and shot at the back of his neck, piercing his neck.

"Ahh

The Qing soldier screamed and died completely.

On the other side of the wall, the situation is even more dire.

Some of the Qing soldiers resisted stubbornly, but where were they the opponents of the Tiger Ben Army, they were instantly cut into mud after being surrounded.

The Ming army rushed into the city as fast as possible, controlling all the key points in the city as much as possible.

Zheng Chenggong and Kuidong's thirteen families also controlled the city gates respectively.

Most of the green battalions in the city fought on their own, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

All variables are concentrated outside the South Gate.

The Ming army under the command of Li Dingguo and the Eight Banners Army and Hong Chengchou's standard battalion fought together, and the battle was difficult to solve.

"Can't let go of a Tartar!"

This is Li Dingguo's death order, and it must be completed no matter what.

The spirit of the Eight Banners declined quickly, but the Ming army also suffered heavy losses.

Many outstanding soldiers died in this battle.

And Hong Chengchou's standard camp is relatively well preserved because of its location.

Hong Chengchou immediately understood the other party's purpose after seeing Li Dingguo's troops coming up from the siege.

It seems that Li Dingguo doesn't plan to let him leave alive.

Let each according to his own master, and each according to his ability.

Hong Chengchou naturally would not be restrained, on the contrary, he ordered the standard battalion not to take the initiative to attack but to wait for the opportunity to move.

Hong Chengchou felt that now that the attention of the Ming army was focused on the Eight Banners, he might not have a chance to break through.

As long as there is even the slightest chance of survival, Hong Chengchou will not give up.

According to his observation, there were two main layers of Ming troops on the periphery.

As long as the first layer is broken, the relatively sparse encirclement of the second layer is relatively easy to break.

Now Hong Chengchou is somewhat glad to have brought this 10,000 Eight Banners Army, at least they have attracted the attention of the Ming army.

Hmph, it's just a group of rabble clowns.

Don't let the old man escape, otherwise the old man will definitely let you pay back tenfold and hundredfold!

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Mulitu felt that a group of Ming cavalry was circling him.

It's like when wolves surround their prey.

Those Ming cavalrymen were obviously excited, and their eyes were full of anticipation.

"Shhh

Muritu gasped.

Are you going to die here today?

He was a young man who grew up after the Qing army entered the customs. As the bannerman of the Yellow Banner of Manchuria, he has the impression that the Qing army has always been invincible.

In particular, the Eight Banners of Manchuria are the elite of the elite, and they don't know how to write the word lost.

But today, Eight Banners suffered a complete failure.

From time to time in offensive and defensive positional battles, but cavalry field battles!

The proud cavalry of the Eight Banners turned into a joke at this moment, and the Ming army defeated them in the way that the Eight Banners were best at, which can be described as murderous!

But Muritu was not reconciled.

He was the best of the young people, and he should have a bright future and a wonderful life.

But all this is doomed to be impossible because of a defeat.

He was surrounded by Ming cavalry, and it was impossible to break through at all.

Surrender?

It seems that surrender is useless.

The Ming army was surprisingly fierce, and even if they surrendered, they would not be able to survive.

For these Ming soldiers, the heads of the Eight Banners were as valuable as gold.

There is a chance to cut off their heads in exchange for merit and reward, why don't these Ming soldiers do it?

Moreover, the Eight Banners Army regards honor as the most important thing.

Just surrendered, what about his family?

Isn't it looked down upon by all the flag people?

Even if he survives, his people will have to live under the fingers of others for the rest of their lives.

This is something that Muritu cannot accept under any circumstances.

"Fight with them!"

Muritu muttered to himself.

He clamped his horse's belly and prepared to charge one last time, but just then, an arrow came and struck Muritu in the eye.

Yes! His world changed in an instant.

The world swirled, and then it became a place of loneliness.

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