Losing the gate, the pressure on the defenders immediately increased again, and the Jurchen Zhunda brandished his waist knife and howled at the Ahabs:

"Go down and block the door! Fight off the Han dog, you can live! Who dares to take a step back and kill his whole family! ”

Jerem tilted his head and looked at the approaching Han people under the wall.

Then he turned his head and struck a hammer on Gunda's head.

The hammer of striking iron is very heavy, and the strength of Yelu Vajra, who is a slave of iron, is not small, this hammer goes down, Zhuanda's helmet is deflated, and a large stream of black blood gushes out along the gap in the helmet, and the usually high-spirited Jurchen is silent, like a noodle paralyzed on the ground.

There was a sudden silence on the wall, and everyone looked at the young but very strong iron slave with astonishment.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

Jerodra cried out:

"Hurry up and slaughter all the dog tartars, let's surrender to the Han people!"

"You...... Aren't you also a Tartar? A Han man Aha said stupidly.

Yelu King Kong was speechless for a while, he almost wanted to give this guy a hammer, but in the end he held back.

This person is a Han Chinese, and the next attack is the Han army, and Yelu King Kong has never forgotten this: maybe they are about to turn over and become the master.

"I'm a Khitan! I'm not a Tartar! Jerodra roared in a low voice, "Is it time to talk about this?" ”

It is true that all ethnic groups outside the Guanxi are called Tartars by the Han people, but there is also a chain of civilization and contempt among the Tartars, such as the Khitan, Xi and other ethnic groups that began to transform to semi-agriculture a long time ago, and also like to call the Jurchen, Mengwu and other ethnic groups as Tartars.

In the same way, the Jurchen felt more like a civilized person than the Jurchen (a collective term for a series of small fishing and hunting peoples, not a unified nation).

Of course, as he just said, it doesn't matter who discriminates against whom now, what matters is who can find a chance to survive in this situation.

Fierce infighting immediately broke out on the small wall of Tangchi Fort, and the Han people, Khitans, Xi people, Bohai people, Goryeo people and other slave peoples responded in groups, besieging a few old and weak Jurchens.

Caught off guard, the resistance of the Jurchens was quickly broken, more than a dozen True Jurchen defenders were killed, and the rebels took control of this section of the wall.

In other places, there were also people shooting arrows at the attacking Han Chinese, and another group of more than 30 armored soldiers and more than 60 Aha blocked the gate with knives, ready for white-knuckle fighting.

A young Jurchen herald came running from elsewhere and shouted, "What's going on on your side? Shoot arrows! ”

The rain of arrows came as scheduled, but not towards the enemy outside, but at the herald, who was not wearing armor and fell from the wall without saying a word.

"Don't go anywhere, just wait here for the Han people to kill all those Tartars, and then we will surrender!"

Yelu Jingang picked up Zhuanda's waist knife and chopped off the head of the former master with a knife: "Don't worry, as long as we have this, the Han people will not kill us!" ”

……

Under the city wall, the soldiers of the Jingyuan Brigade, who were advancing in a line on foot, fired two volleys at the head of the wall where the feathered arrows flew out, suppressing the Tartars' weak long-range strength, and then quickly approached less than thirty paces away from the gate.

A group of auxiliaries rushed up and erected a dozen long ladders over the trench outside the stockade, and laid wooden planks on them, quickly forming an improvised bridge through which the troops could pass.

During this period, the Tartars, who were completely suppressed by the muskets, had no choice but to block at the gate of the stockade, quietly waiting for the moment of battle.

However, the cavalry infantry of the Jingyuan Brigade still did not give them a fair chance to fight, and the two divine cannons that followed the team bombarded the crowded gate of the fort continuously, and the two guns fired twice each, each of which could open a flesh alley in the Tartar crowd.

After the four shots, few of the fool-like crowds of people blocking the door were still standing, and then the two magic cannons each fired a shotgun, killing all the wounded who fell to the ground and were still wriggling.

'It's so easy. ’

Xu Shizhen found that he liked this kind of battle very much, but there was no danger.

If wars are like this, who wouldn't love war?

"Attack."

Seeing that no more resistors could stand up, Xu Shizhen ordered in a relaxed tone:

"Pay attention to military discipline! Brothers, if you win the battle and die under the sword of the appeasement soldiers, it will be too much of a loss. ”

……

That night, part of the cavalry of the Jingyuan battalion was stationed at Tangchi Fort.

Xu Shizhen captured nearly 2,000 captives in this big fort, many of them, but all of them were old, weak, sick and disabled, and there were less than 50 real half-dings or strong men, and there were more than 50 former Aha who led the surrender led by Yelu Jingang.

More than a hundred corpses were thrown into the trench outside the wall, plus the prisoners, and this was all the defense of this large stockade.

"Before, this was a Meng'an garrison, with 300 armor soldiers and thousands of Aha garrisons all year round." Yelu Jingang explained to Xu Shizhen: "However, two months ago, these armor soldiers and most of the Aha were transferred to the Dameng Vul, so it seems that there is no one to defend, and they are much older and weaker. ”

Xu Shizhen nodded, indicating that he understood.

In fact, along the way, he has conquered many Jurchen strongholds in a row, but this Tangchi Fort is the largest one.

Some of the other small villages and forts of the Mok level could not even gather 30 strong men who could resist, and naturally they could not pose any obstacles to the hundreds of cavalry with cannons.

"It's a very comfortable fight."

Xu Shizhen couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and then said to Yelu Jingang:

"You surrendered on your own initiative, except for the Jurchens in the city, other ethnic groups, including the Khitan, Xiren, Goryeo, etc., as long as they are not Jurchens, regardless of men, women and children, I will not kill any of them this time."

"Thank you, master!" Jerod knew he had made the right bet, and he saved his life and that of his family.

"Don't call the master, we Han people don't have this statement."

Xu Shizhen continued:

"And you have to show that all the Jurchen men over the age of 14 in the city have to die. You go and kill, and then you take all the Jurchen girls, and let them push the carts, and take away all the grain, pasture, cloth, and money. ”

"Huh!"

Jerod King Kong hurriedly agreed.

In his eyes, it was natural for the victor to take the spoils of war, and not to mention that these possessions were not his own.

……

Early the next morning, Jerejra raised his head and looked west, and more than a dozen thick columns of smoke shot straight into the sky.

"That's our people setting fire to all the villages."

Xu Shizhen said a little proudly:

"We'll have to burn this place down completely."

"Hehe, in the past, the Tartars robbed our Han people and burned our Han people's homes, this time we exchanged their human ways for their bodies, Lao Tzu wants to see how the Tartars will live in this wasteland next year!"

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