As early as before the battle began, He Tengjiao arranged one defense line after another from the inner city to the outer city.

The vast majority of Changsha residents were strictly asked by him to leave the city before the war, as in Jiangxi, using hundreds of old and young women and children to exchange the lives of Qing soldiers, although it seems to be very legendary, but it is still worth the loss, He Tengjiao will not do this.

He is a man, and if he is a man, he should not let the old and young women and children shed blood and die in vain on the battlefield.

He also differed from Li Jin, who was red-eyed with Wu Sangui in Yuezhou, He Tengjiao did not put all his forces into the battle to defend the city wall at the beginning, this was his old plan, the city wall was only the outermost link of his Changsha defense system, and his greatest hope was the street battle with the Qing army.

"What, the outer city is lost? Hehehe, so what? Immediately retreat to the second line of defense and continue the battle with the main pavilion. He looked in the direction of the flag that was erected high by Zilharang, took a sip, put his hand in his mouth and shouted at Zilharang: "Jilharang, someone will be waiting for you at the next crossroads!" Wait to see how you will die, this disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unrighteous pickled goods who betray your father for glory! ”

Enough of scolding Jierharang, He Tengjiao prepared to retreat, took a look, and found that among the corpses of the Qing army that fell under the fortifications, there were still a few alive, He Tengjiao rolled up the sleeves of his robe, silently picked up a few huge bricks from the ground, and smashed them according to the heads of several wriggling people under the fortifications.

The bricks were whistling with the sound of the wind, and He Tengjiao also spat over there, then happily patted the dust on his hands, and happily wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth in a few hoarse screams under him, and returned to the back of the fortification to find his old donkey who was leisurely eating hay.

A few days later, the second line of defense was also broken through several places, and the sentry came to report that Mr. He was using a huge water scoop to fill oil on the fortifications, and then kept pouring on the heads of the Qing troops who were climbing under the fortifications.

After a few wisps of green smoke swirled from the ground, several Qing soldiers below covered their faces and fell, but they were not killed, and the corpses of their companions below had already piled up into a mountain, as soft as the waves.

"Oh? The second line of defense is also lost? Then retreat to the third line of defense, and if you can't hold it, you will all retreat into the inner city! No big deal! ”

When retreating, he looked in the direction of Zilharang again, "Zilharang, your own father was killed by Nurhachi's thief chieftain, and you shamelessly worked for his children and grandchildren!" Ahh Why didn't you let the spitting star drown you?

Did you see that Benge's face was full of contempt? Ah, by the way, maybe you don't know how to read, this pavilion tells you how to write the word 'despise', that is, three horizontal and one vertical, one skimming and one pinch, you remember clearly, this is your name! ”

"Hahaha!" After a burst of laughter, the officers and soldiers were also indignant, and with the long-sleeved dance of Lord He, the heads of the Qing troops under the fortresses were broken again and again.

"Uncle, that old guy He Tengjiao always scolds you, it's so infuriating!" Nikan was a little indignant in his heart, maybe it was because of the injury of things, He Tengjiao's scolding also touched his sensitive nerves to some extent.

Zilharang just puffed out his cheeks, then exhaled another breath of evil, and finally laughed out loud in anger, and cursed 'old man is not ashamed', then he took out a Mongolian naginata and scraped the hair that had grown out of his forehead without his consent, and then waved it towards the attack point, and continued to urge the attack.

I wanted to cramp and peel He Tengjiao's bones in my heart, but I didn't dare to respond to He Tengjiao's abuse, and I didn't even dare to show a trace of anger.

He Tengjiao took his old donkey with big nerves again, and walked through the smoke-filled streets in the sound of artillery fire, the old donkey was really strange, even if the cannonballs fell beside him, it was like a normal person.

Ah no, it's the same as a donkey that has nothing to do, the most annoying thing is its big long face, which always shows a mocking smile, if Zilharang sees its stinking and shameless smile, it will definitely be unable to get along with the donkeys in the world.

Standing at the head of the city and scanning Changsha that had been captured the outer city wall, there were all broken bricks and tiles in front of him, Zierharang suddenly felt that He Tengjiao, this old thing, was really hateful, he was like a big and very old onion, after being set aside a layer, there was still a layer, another layer, and another layer was found, not only the taste was unpleasant, but also extremely spicy.

I really don't know which tendon is wrong with this He Tengjiao? Not long ago, I was beaten by King Sanshun and peed my pants, but now I have a basin on my face.

Zilharang's heart is very angry, not only has he been scolded, but the casualties are increasing day by day, and the streets and alleys of Changsha are one fortress after another, and every inch of land occupied has to pay huge casualties.

The soldiers are all dizzy battles, and they can't guarantee where the Ming army will come from, bricks, stuffy sticks, boiled water, there is almost everything, and whatever tricks are damaged, they will come.

Many Qing troops have fought a lifetime of war, but they have never seen such a dead beggar in vain, this is not a war at all, it is more like two market scoundrels in the grocery store K each other, or a daily haberdashery battle.

The Qing army was shooting at the fortress with bows and arrows, the Ming army was bent on the waist and slapped bricks on top of their heads, the Qing army took oil and fire, and the Ming army took dung and boiled water to pour it.

Oh my God, OMG, for a while, the streets and alleys were smoking, and everyone was looking for their parents.

Looking at the up and down of Changsha City, there are crying and laughing, and it is all scenes.

Looking all over the city, it is really a hedgehog standing on the house, and the people lying on the ground are all Buddhas.

He Tengjiao also used a bronze mirror to tidy up his unkempt hairstyle, and licked the hairpin on his tongue with the hairpin, feeling that he had put the hairpin on his head again.

My hair is all dreadlocked, and I can't put it in without rubbing some lubricant.

At this time, Lord He, how can he still look like the old man of the court? The dirt and ash slag on his body, the clothes on his body could not see any color, and even the smell was gone.

If he wipes his nose well, and then pats the mud on his buttocks, he will be a very clean and simple old farmer who loves to dress himself, and Widow Li at the head of the East Village will definitely flatter him regardless of his reputation.

However, Mr. He not only loves to be clean, but also a very careful person, the copper mirror in his hand was not wasted, and when he ran out, he took it to the fire and began to roast, holding a pair of fire tongs in his hand, burning the copper mirror red, and throwing it over according to a group of Qing soldiers who were crawling this way, but their bodies were splashed with fierce fire oil.

Hula was another big fire, and the Qing soldiers in the flames burned like something, a thunderbolt with lightning.