Inside the camp of the Qing army.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, there is no third person except for the Turg and Yierden brothers, and the two brothers are together to discuss the current predicament.

Yes, Turg's dilemma.

Yanzhou can't open the situation, and Dai Jiaji's prospects are worrying, as far as Dai Jiaji's Zheng Jun's performance is concerned, can he still do well in a strong attack? Don't look at what Ilden said lightly, it's all fake. So, the prospects for Turg's future are just as bad.

Abatai wouldn't be stupid enough to take down Turg right away, who was a close confidant of Huang Taiji. But what about back to Kanwai?

In order to show his fairness, Huang Taiji said that he would punish Turg for everything, and he would definitely not do it lightly. It is not uncommon for people to be cut off.

Although this was only short-lived, just like when he failed to dissuade Amin from giving up Yongping (the battle of the Qing army entering the fortress in the second year of Chongzhen), he was cut off by Huang Taiji from the rank of chief soldier and relieved Shan Ezhen. But within two years, it was back again.

However, Turgefang was in his thirties that day and was in the prime of life. Now Turg is nearly half a hundred ......years old, and he has no time to splurge it.

"Zheng Zhilong is a hard stubble. Those soldiers are like fools, and they are not afraid of arrows falling on their heads, and they don't know how they are trained. Turg remembers Zheng Jun's platoon of gunfire vividly.

"Starling, look at the battle of the right talent, people like Zheng Zhilong are hedgehogs, such sharp soldiers, then they should dig deep trenches, besiege them, trap them for a year and a half, let them have no food and firewood, and take the initiative to drill out and send them to death. How can you storm and fight? Rao Yu Belle (Abatai) asked you to come to Dai Jiaji, obviously there is nothing wrong, but you don't want to ...... So unlucky. ”

As for the combat effectiveness shown by Zheng Jun in the first battle just now, if Turg really wants to gnaw down the Dai family, the loss will be too great. Whether Zheng Zhilong can be killed or not is not said, his Turg's life cannot be saved.

With so many Eight Banners warriors injured, no one can survive.

In Ilden's eyes, Dai Jiaji was an iron-clad hedgehog, covered in thorns, and if he wanted to swallow it, even if he was as strong as the Manchu Qing Dynasty, he would have to pay the price of blood.

"In the battle of Niuzhuang before, the fate of Turai and the Ten Kings (Duoduo) is still vivid, but I never thought that in the blink of an eye, I also fell into such a dilemma." Turg smiled wryly.

It's the mule, it's the horse, it's the mule. How difficult Zheng Zhilong is to gnaw, the previous battle is already very clear. How to fight in Turg? Can a sneak attack in the dark of night really be possible? Joke!

"Starling is now envious of that Baiyintu." suffered a serious injury, but he just withdrew from the front line, and he no longer had to toss in the mud pit of Dai Jiaji.

The first time Turg heard the news, he laughed at Yintu's bad luck, but when he calmed down and thought about it, how could people be unlucky? It's clearly a surge of luck.

"Then why didn't the starling get injured once?" Ilden said in a low voice.

This matter was too dirty, and even if there was no third person in the tent, Elden subconsciously lowered his voice.

"I am the deputy marshal of the army appointed by the emperor. The first battle of Yanzhou is what it is now, and I am injured, can this whip be dodged? ”

"That also depends on whether Rao Yu Baylor can please well in Dai's family set. The idea of killing Zheng Zhilong was out of him. ”

Ilden doesn't care about Abatai's identity at all, their family is the descendant of Huang Taiji, and Abatai is the person Huang Taiji is trying to suppress, otherwise he would not still be a Baylor. How many of the three generations of the Aixin Jueluo family are the kings and princes of the county?

Turg pursed his lips and didn't speak for a long time, and the atmosphere in the tent was low and low, just like the morale of the Qing army at this moment. "No, not yet." He still has a plan in his heart, and he has not yet reached the point where there is no way to do it.

However, after the previous offensive against Xinzhai, the morale of the Qing army fell sharply.

Zheng Jun's guns are difficult for their flesh and blood to compete with. But they didn't have artillery. The attention of many Tartars was all there, but Turg found that it was not only the lack of artillery in his own house, but also the Zheng army, and the few Hongyi cannons.

"The heavy shield is not used properly, and the ordinary shield car is not used, but the thickened shield car can be increased?"

This is the opportunity!

In the afternoon, the Qing army pressed a large number of people to go to Xinzhai to collect the corpses. There were few Tartar corpses with their heads, and even the cotton armor on their bodies had been stripped naked.

That night, the Qing army launched a night attack on Nanying.

Although the possibility of frustration is still very high, if you don't try it, how can you know Zheng Jun's tricks in the night battle?

The effect was just as expected, hitting the head with blood. The defenders sometimes used fireworks as flares, and the Qing army's attack was completely sudden. And there is no suddenness, in the face of the strict position of this defender, it is strange that the Qing army can do well.

Yes, there are no defenders on the sheep and horse wall at night, and the walled wall has become the last line of defense. The five-foot-high wall was indeed a small man, but the grenades gave the raiding Qing troops a bloody lesson.

"Withdraw, withdraw......" the Tartar officer yelled frantically.

Compared with the musket in the soldier's hand, the grenade is simple and fast to operate, and it is really a magic weapon to quickly solve problems at night.

After dawn, all the corpses outside the wall of Nanying Village fell to the ground.

Li Shiyuan personally cut off the head of a Tartar, which was still panting, was shot in the chest and fell into the sheep and horse wall, probably because there was another layer of corpses on it, and he was lucky to live until now.

I was not killed by guns or cannons, nor was I frozen to death by the bitter cold of the night. Then Li Shiyuan personally rewarded him with a knife!

Li Shiyuan was very happy to be able to cut off the head of a Tartar that was still panting, but when he saw these Tartar heads piled in front of him, he felt very confused. Why is it so easy for Zheng Jun to kill the Tartars, but so difficult for the other soldiers and horses?

Since he led the army under Zheng Zhilong in Qingzhou, he didn't feel how wonderful Zheng Jun's training was. However, the combat effect seems to be unexpected.

As for these mysteries of Zheng Jun, can't other armies learn them?

No matter how confused Li Shiyuan is, the silver of the white flowers cannot be faked. The morale of the whole army has been greatly increased.

The Qing army outside was silent for two days.

Two days later, it seemed that they had eased up again, and the Manchu Tartars drove a large number of Han people, cut down trees and demolished houses, and built large shield carts with thigh-thick logs and beams.

Zheng Zhilong could clearly see from the watchtower that the Tartar was still filling bags of soil and sand behind the big shield cart, and then dousing it with water.

Such a shield car, not to mention the use of a big turtledove, even if it is bombarded with artillery, it can only collapse, not completely destroy. "If the Tartars had built enough large shield chariots and piled them up, did you think this battle would be easy?"

Winning three games in a row against the Tartars has raised some pride within Zheng Jun. Because the victory came so easily, no one cherished it. There is a feeling that before I can exert my strength, the tartar will fall.

Zheng Zhilong now asked the generals, only the latter's face changed greatly.

Li Shiyuan was as straight as a basin of cold water. If the Tartars have enough shield carts piled up, they don't have to take advantage of the night, they don't have Hongyi cannons in the southern camp, and small cannons such as tiger squat cannons and projectiles from the big turtledove's foot guns can't beat the Tartars' big shield carts.

Wouldn't it be easy for the Tartars to get close to them?

When the time comes, the Tartar will fire an arrow within thirty or fifty paces, and the accuracy will be much more powerful than the musket on the head of the city. Li Shiyuan immediately thought of the consequences......

Zheng Zhilong's heart was worried. The intensity of the offensive launched by the Qing army before was not small, and after the defeat, there was no way to give up, and now that this modified shield car has been made, is this a decision to eat yourself?

How many casualties can they sustain? Dare to have such a plan?

He is still worried in his heart, and the people under him want to their tails, so how can they do it!

Zheng Zhilong didn't want to capsize because of the negligence of his subordinates. This is not a cow village, and there are warships to ensure the way out. If the boat capsizes, it may be killed.