The night was getting deeper, but the battlefield was still noisy, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and the raging flames were getting higher and higher, even outside the city, you could see the fire like the mad demon dancing, and the blazing fire illuminated most of the city.

Looking at all this in front of him, Huang Taiji's originally round, but emaciated and shrunken due to sickness, full of wrinkles and frost like a dried old persimmon, once again revealed the horizontal lines on his face, and he smiled intoxicated.

Although it was a little bumpy, this Jilin Ula City was still taken down by him in the end!

At the last moment, the south gate of the city was blown up by the Dongjiang River, and a piece of rubble blocked the cavalry from rushing forward, but it could not stop the Qing army from rushing into the city along the highway along the four corpse slopes.

The Yangyang fire even reminded Huang Taiji of the Battle of Liaoyang, when he was not the emperor, that war was fought under the command of his father, it was the most important battle of the Qing Dynasty into the Liao River Valley, more than 70,000 Ming troops, hundreds of thousands of Liao people, their crying after the city was broken, timidity, fear, everything, all made Huang Taiji who was snatched out of poverty and poverty intoxicated, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and hummed an unknown minor tune when he worked in Jianzhou.

Not only the emperor, but also the Baylor ministers of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, obviously a bloody slaughter field, but looking at the battlefield, everyone is very peaceful and quiet, if it were not for the fire shining red on their faces from time to time, it is difficult to imagine that these tranquil people are on the battlefield, acting as bloody executioners.

But just like the seaweed in the supermarket in later generations, the good times are always short-lived, and a few bites are gone. Huang Taiji's minor tune is humming and humming, one song after another, and the Niu Lu transported in the city is also a team after a team, and the time has passed a lot unconsciously, but the shouts and killings in the city, the flames, screams, gunshots, and the sound of swords and soldiers are still one after another, and even wave after wave, the war has not subsided, but has become more and more intense.

Finally, Huang Taiji's little song came to an abrupt end, his face had become unprecedentedly solemn, the Great Qing Holy Lord looked at the war-torn city in front of him in amazement, and then turned his head to look at the ministers under him, but no matter whether the Han ministers such as Ning Wan, Bao Chengxian, or the Manchu ministers such as Sony, the Fei Yangu Fei Dongying brothers all had the same expressions as him, shocked and unbelievable.

"Immediately send an order, stop entering the city!"

Huang Taiji's reaction was decisive enough, but it was too late, and the Qing army that entered the city first had already suffered heavy losses. I have to admit that historians recognize that the Eight Banners are good at field warfare and not good at attacking cities.

If it is a siege by the Dongjiang River, which troops will capture the command post of the opponent's yamen after entering the city, which troops will control the city walls, which troops will maintain order in the streets and destroy the remnants of the enemy, they will have been planned clean before the decisive battle begins, and the Qing army, in their bones, is from a bandit group, and the first thing they do when they enter the city is to loot.

Every gatehouse facing the street, every place that looks like a store warehouse, every place where money or grain may be hidden, some Mongol and Jianzhou armies even fought for a warehouse.

Is there anything in this half of the city against the southern wall? There really is! Strips of smoke! A jar of Dongjiang for heating and disinfection of high corn shochu, pots and pans, ironwork, silk, it can be said that there is everything!

After being full of excitement and striving to feast, the frightened Qing army came out excitedly, but found that they were already surrounded by a sea of fire!

Sun Chuanting himself ordered the fire!

Anyway, Jilin Wula City exists as a fortress and a military fortress, there are no historical landscapes, cultural attractions, and no shops and money. Just win! Even if the entire Jilin Ula is burned to the ground, it will not hesitate!

The city was built on the side of the Songhua River, Mao Jue had already considered the problem of preventing water attack, leaving a lot of drainage ditches, these drainage ditches are now just in use, leaving less than ten jars of fire oil plus one hundred and fifty or sixty jars of high wine were all ordered by Sun Chuanting to pour here, plus the Qing army that rushed into the city also set fire to itself, in just half an hour, the entire southern city of Jilin Ula was quickly burned into a huge fire, in a neighborhood full of flames and smoke, the Qing army, which was already sloppy military discipline, became pigs and sheep to be slaughtered.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sun Chuanting sounded the horn of the counterattack, and the Dongjiang infantry, who had been restrained and held back for a day without going to the city to respond to the battle, also killed back with a belly full of brutality and murderous spirit.

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"Huhuhuhu~" wheezing violently, with gunshot wounds on his body, more than 30 Qing soldiers fled forward in fear, the first fire was in the center of the city, and then the spiral burned outward, and there were still many Qing troops like them, who were blocked by the fire and could only flee to the north.

But in the north, it means facing the Dongjiang Army!

A series of dense gunshots, followed by terrible screams, came from the front, and the Qing army, who was still running forward, couldn't help but shudder, and stopped in horror again.

The burden behind him is still full, and he doesn't know if it's because of fear or the scorching heat of the fire, he is already sweating profusely, and even the yellow belt around his waist is wet. But he didn't wipe his sweat at all, and the leader of the Qing army, the yellow ribbon leader, looked ahead in fear, and in his eyes, in the light of the fire burning on the street corner, several black shadows were reflected on the wall in front of him, circling and dancing, like a shadow puppet show.

But this shadow puppet show is also a horror drama, watching a shadow with a short but sharp thing rushing forward, and another bloated shadow being pierced like a lightning strike, the bloated black shadow trembled violently, and a little liquid shadow sprayed from behind him, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The other two shadows were like digging wells, and the sharp shadows in their hands fluttered and fluttered downward, and from time to time you could see the "well water!" raised. The terrible screams echoed endlessly.

There was also a black shadow kneeling on the ground, as if rubbing something, and after a while, a round "fruit" dripping liquid was raised, even if it was a black shadow, it seemed that people could feel that hideous smile.

What is this possible! Didn't the emperor say that the dog had been defeated? Should we Eight Banners go into the city to kill people and rob money? Why did the fire still burn on his own people? Are these clear dogs human beings or ghosts? Out of nowhere? What the hell is to do now?

Just as Zuo Ling was stupidly working, the screams and begging for mercy in front suddenly stopped, and in the sound of heavy footsteps, the panting Dongjiang ten-person formation swayed and turned out.

Blood splattered all over his body, and even his face was red, but on everyone's face, there was that weird excitement, his mouth was unnaturally raised, and his pupils were flushed with blood red! This expression made the yellow belt Zuo Ling always have a fierce sense of familiarity, and he turned his mind a few times before he suddenly remembered that when he captured Jinan City a few years ago and killed red eyes in the city, he himself had such an expression.

But in his life, he never thought that he could meet this expression and this appearance on the enemy.

Immediately afterwards, the hideous and excited voice sounded rapidly in the night sky just like them in Jinan City.

"Another group of thirty taels!"

"Brothers, we're in luck! Wowha!"

It just so happened that the money rat tail was used as a rope, and the bloodied head was hung on the belt. In the midst of laughter, the ten Dongjiang infantrymen were like terrible ghosts crawling out of hell, bloody bayonets marching horizontally, their steps were rapid and tight, their faces were hideous and twisted, and they strode forward.

"Thirty taels! Thirty taels!"

"You guys! Don't come here! Ye ......, Ye is a yellow belt! The descendants of the Jueluo family, you dog slaves, don't ......, don't come over! ”

When the lamb transforms into a demon, the butcher becomes a lamb, his voice is a little crying, and the yellow ribbon with Nurha's red blood shouts timidly.

Once upon a time, more than a dozen Qing troops dared to charge against hundreds of Ming troops, but at this end, more than 30 Qing troops made a small group of Dongjiang infantry who had been fighting for a long time trembling with fear, and they were all afraid of this, not to mention those soldiers, and finally, when the distance between the two groups of people was less than ten meters, the yellow belt that had taken the lead in the Songjin Ming army turned around and fled, followed by more than 30 Qing troops who also walked away, and once again fled to the place where they had just escaped.

"It's boring!"

Looking at the direction in which a group of Qing troops fled in the wilderness, that place is a real defense, even if they go to these Shura, they are looking for death! The leader of the Dongjiang formation who led the team wiped a handful of sweat stained with blood on his head, snorted disdainfully, and then turned around and shouted loudly.

"Brothers, find out all the sandbags, and let them out, and don't let any of them out!"

"Let them dare to provoke our Dongjiang !!"

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When the war was bloody, the coach was not on the battlefield. The very ugly spire of Mao Juexiu, Sun Chuanting squeezed away the observers, and looked down with a telescope, the battlefield in front of him was as gorgeous as an ancient and golden ammonite.

Everything is in Mao Jue's plan! The whole southern city is not a regular square, all the building conch rotates inward, and the roads are intricate, some wide and some narrow, even if the transport soldiers have lost their way, it was not until later that Mao Jue ordered to set up street signs. And the building is still doped with a lot of wood, specially designed for fire attack!

In terms of combat effectiveness, the bayonets of these days have made the arrogant Eight Banners Army realize that they are not even the opponent of the Dongjiang Army in desperate hand-to-hand combat, and if they can't beat it, they will lack courage. If there is an army of more than 100,000 in one go, Sun Chuanting will not be able to stand it at all if there are less than 30,000 people in his hands now, but the chaos of entering the city has made the duel fair, and the Qing army that has lost its command cannot rush forward, and the Dongjiang small array can calmly face one team after another, and let the Qing army be eaten like the gourd master saves the doll!

Like the small array duel just now, there are more than 20 intersections everywhere, and the Dongjiang infantry who went out to fight blocked the various intersections that broke through to the north, forcing those Qing troops to go back, and the center of the entire southern city is the biggest death trap carefully set by Mao Jue, the coal storage warehouse!

The exclamations below were clear to the ears even a few miles away, and the dozen or so houses in the center of the whirlpool were already as bright as rubies in the night sky, and tons of coal emitted a fiery breath. Those eyebrows and hair were burning and scorched Qing soldiers fled here in a panic, collided together, and finally had no way back, lying on the hot cement pavement, beating with knives until the last breath was exhaled, and died miserably, this can be called an artistic war scene, Sun Chuanting couldn't help but be stunned, and put down the binoculars in amazement.

"This is the Kidnapper's Foot Essence? After so many years, ...... why? There are so many big people in the DPRK! There are so many big cities in Guangning, Jinzhou, and Songshan, why can't such a war be fought!"

"Why?"

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Why?

Huang Taiji also wanted to ask this sentence, originally the city wall was broken through the time when the whole Qing army attacked and won a great victory, but when he entered the city the next day, why did he see it full of devastation.

Hundreds of houses were burned to ruins, only a few tens of centimeters of pitch-black walls were still standing, the unpleasant smoke lingered, and even the flies and mosquitoes that Sun Chuanting had a headache a few days ago finally disappeared without a trace.

Near the center of the ruins, countless skeleton corpses were surprisingly lying there, under the blackened armor, these Eight Banners soldiers still maintained their last movements before death, some pinched their necks, some crawled on the ground desperately trying to crawl outward, the yellow belt leader also became a black belt black leader at this time, his corpse was the most side, but also the most exaggerated, standing up the upper half of the body, screaming to the sky hideously I don't know something!

Fire is not the scariest fire, smoke is! In particular, Mao Jue also viciously stocked hundreds of tons of coal here, the carbon monoxide produced after the violent burning of coal is colorless and tasteless, when he realized that it was too late to be poisoned, and the Qing army suffered less than 1,000 casualties at various intersections, but those who fled to the middle were smoked alive were at least 15,000 to 20,000! Only a few thousand frightened birds fled back.

The most elite 20,000 people! It's all black here.

And even if he sacrificed 20,000 people to take the city, Huang Taiji would not hesitate to do it, but behind this ruin, Beicheng District, showing him in front of him is a clear and distinct!

Under the reinforced concrete houses, the Dongjiang River has erected barricades, the same headache of the field artillery faintly reveals the murderous muzzle, the Dongjiang River has the ugly two- and three-story cement building windows, and the cold glow reflected by the bayonet can be faintly seen between the buildings, this Jilin Ula City is far from the time to succumb!

Just when Huang Taiji was distracted, behind him, Ning WanI ran over with an extremely panicked expression, holding a military newspaper with trembling hands, raising his hands for a long time but not making a fuss, Huang Taiji, who was already angry, snatched the military newspaper with his hand, stretched out his hand to pull it away, and then he felt that the world was spinning like that, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, turned over and fell off the horse!

"The Emperor's !!"

(End of chapter)