War is always fair, don't look at the difficulty of Huang Taiji's fight, Sun Chuanting's life is not easy.

As night fell, the Qing army retreated, and the Hegang Corps of the Dongjiang Army became active like a night mouse.

The wounded of the attacking Qing army still have a chance to retreat, but once the Dongjiang infantry in ambush in the buildings is injured, there is no chance to retreat at all, so they can only stand next to each other, appearing on the streets of the superior strength of the Qing army during the day, it is simply looking for death!

Even if the medical conditions in Dongjiang were much better than those of the Qing army, when many of the wounded were transported back to the warehouse defense line, rescue would still not come.

This kind of roar of regret has happened every day at the gate of the camp these days.

Moreover, half of the city was lost, and Sun Chuanting could not control the epidemic as if he was a fish in water through the city wall.

In a few rooms in the southeast corner, the astonishing smell of corpses could be smelled even from a distance, and a Dongjiang Army trot carrying a stretcher suddenly weakened his legs and fell to the ground.

was arranging an attack at the front, Sun Chuanting hurriedly ran to the side in two steps, and lifted the gauze around the neck of the soldier, the huge purple and red lump was already clearly in the eyes, and Sun Chuanting, who was watching, couldn't help but roar angrily.

"Where's the captain? This official ordered that all those who have a service situation should be reported, and you dare to ......"

"Mr. Jun, it's a small concealment! The little ones don't want to go into that dark room, so please, put the little ones in the death squad! ”

The black room was the place where the epidemic patients in the army were gathered, and looking at the weak request of the soldier, Sun Chuanting was silent again.

A moment later, the wounded soldier was also placed on a stretcher, but before he could be carried out, he was already out of breath.

The warehouse camp is next to the southeast corner, the brick-stacked stove is constantly emitting black smoke, and the corpses of the dead are piled up there one after another.

Even if a few soldiers who burned the corpses worked overtime, but the front line brought back, coupled with the corpses of the sick and dead transported in the dark room, it was still too busy here.

In the past, as a general of the imperial court, a soldier was just a number for Sun Chuanting, but in the past year or so in the Nineteenth Factory, according to the lifestyle of Dongjiang, he produced and worked together with these young people, Sun Chuanting returned to the world, and now he looks at many of them who are still lying here coldly, his heart is also entangled, he looked at it twice, put gauze on his face, he sighed and shook his head, turned around and entered the dark room.

It is also overcrowded here, but compared to the Qing army's laissez-faire waiting for death, the treatment of the Dongjiang army is extremely positive, different from the smell of bloody corpses outside, as soon as you enter the house, the smell of wine and medicine is coming, the bitter is smacking, the Dongjiang guards the northeast, ginseng is not lacking, the busy doctors take out the dried ginseng from the warehouse and cook it in the pot with a series of medicinal materials such as Coptis chinensis, forsythia, bitter ginseng, raw land, Zhimu, etc., and the bitter water after boiling is poured into those sick sergeants, so that the sergeants grin and roll their eyes.

"Master Jun, you're here!"

Watching Sun Chuanting come in, an officer with a red gourd logo on his arm hurriedly greeted him and saluted, this person's name is Wu Youxing, he is a Langzhong, practicing medicine is not according to common sense, and often uses the medicine of tigers and wolves, but the efficacy is first-class, but there is a big family in Jinzhong who asked him to diagnose the disease but did not use his medicine, and after the doctor died, he was angry with him, and sent him to Liaodong, who knew that he happened to be discovered by Mao Jue, and now he is the thousand president of the Dongjiang Red Gourd Army.

Don't underestimate this Qianzong, the entire Dongjiang Army is 250,000 to 300,000, and there are about 2,000 military doctors in total.

"No need to be polite, what's going on?"

"Master Huijun, fortunately, the master of the army found out early, although some soldiers were not rescued, but most of them have improved after surviving the past two days, and only about 20 cases have come in today!"

"That's it, the big guy really has some opinions about shaving his hair!"

Filial piety has clouds, the body is skinny, and the parents who receive it dare not destroy it! Hair growth is also a consistent custom in China, why the rebellion was particularly strong in the early Qing Dynasty, it was thought that Dolgon ordered to shave his hair and make it easy to obey.

It's just that the Qing army does have an advantage over the Dongjiang army in this regard, they shave a bald head, just leave a money rat tail, lice and fleas are really nowhere to hide, but the long hair of the Han people has become a burden for a while, and the march is outside, there is really too little time to take a bath and clean, and lice and fleas are the epidemic in front of them, the source of infection of the black plague, which has been infected, according to Mao Jue's theory, no matter what, no matter how you can cross infection, so whether you want to or not, enter this wounded barracks, your hair must be shaved and burned! Listening to Wu You's spitting, Sun Chuanting snorted and smiled nonchalantly.

"Just tell the sergeants! If you shave a fever, you will send the plague god to replace the person with your hair, and the plague god will be gone, and the disease will be cured! If you want to go back to see your father and mother alive, you will shave it obediently! Big deal, go back and buy a wig to bring it on!"

Sometimes to be reasonable, these soldiers may not buy it, but as soon as they talk about feudal superstition, they obediently bow their heads, and Wu Youxing's eyes are also bright, and he can't help but hug his fists.

"General Army, the lower officials are provincial!"

After a walk around the wounded barracks, seeing that the plague was under control, Sun Chuanting could be regarded as relieved, a few days ago, the plague broke out, and the army fell ill one or two thousand at once, which really scared the back of his head cold, and turned around in the black house again, he finally paced out of the door, however, before he could breathe two breaths of the cool air of the night sky and relax for a while, a sergeant ran in a hurry.

"Master Jun! There's something wrong on the Tartar side!"

"Oh?"

Or the ugly minaret, from here with a telescope looking down, has been razed to the south of the direction of more than a dozen large fires suddenly burned, but fortunately six days ago Sun Chuanting in order to attract the Qing army into the ambush circle, in the south of the city discarded a lot of materials, was sewn together a large cloth is more than eight meters high, covering the sky and the ground is made of wooden shelves, a total of six, facing the six directions of the Dongjiang army, in front of the fire, more than 200 Mongolians, Jurchen shamans wearing ghost masks, wearing big flower clothes, Jumping like a cramp, a burst of high-spirited voices kept coming from afar, and the corners of Sun Chuanting's mouth couldn't help but show a little disdain.

"Can't beat this trick? Want to curse our army? ”

"Let him go!"

Just now he used feudal superstition to fool his sergeant, and when he said to the victory, Sun Chuanting didn't believe it at all, glanced at it twice, he waved his sleeves disdainfully, and came down from the tower.

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In the next three days, the fierce street fighting was still going on, the forward Qing army and the Dongjiang River fought for the main road buildings one by one, and then the rear stepped up the demolition, three days, almost half of the demolition, and there were only about 500 meters left from the last warehouse defense position.

Fortunately, Jilin Ula is a small city built in a hurry, not to mention the Stalingrad of later generations, if this city is replaced by Iron Mountain at this time, it will also become a city built because of its vast territory, and the Qing army will not be able to demolish it.

However, Sun Chuanting's heart is becoming more and more relaxed, even if it is surrounded, the Qing army can not be separated from the birds, through the falcon to pass the book, Sun Chuanting has already received the news, Mao Jue's army has arrived at a distance of forty or fifty kilometers from Jilin Wula, as long as there are two more days, the 190,000 glorious army of the Dongjiang River can be encircled and give these Qing Tartars a fatal blow.

Plagued the Ming Empire for more than 20 years, nearly 340,000 people stained the territory with blood, and no less than 10 million people died because of them.

Moreover, in the past few days, because of proper control, the epidemic has been completely stopped, and yesterday, except for the wounded, not a single new case entered the dark room. Early in the morning, after inspecting the dark room, Sun Chuanting had a canned potato stained with braised broth in his mouth, and he habitually rushed to the front warehouse defense wall.

But at this moment, the herald who had been observing from the tower waved his flag wildly.

"Master Jun! Urgent!"

Three steps and two steps, Sun Chuanting ran up the tower anxiously, raised the telescope, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his back, he never thought that through a layer of cloth curtains, the Qing army could still make such things!

The pedestal is one and a half meters high, the long hanging arm is more than four meters, and it is firmly nailed together with dozens of logs, although it is a beam that has not been burned out in Nancheng and a few days ago, and the log that has not been polished at all, and the counterweight is also an extremely ugly cement block, which was dragged back from the small building of the Dongjiang River that was demolished in front, and the appearance is extremely ugly.

But for a long time in the army, "Wu Bei Zhi", "Ji Xiao Xinshu" and the like have also read it more than once, this thing, Sun Chuanting recognized it at a glance.

Back to the gun! The Xiangyang cannon that defeated the Song army in the key battle of the decisive battle between the Southern Song Dynasty and the Mongols that year!

Careless!

Pulling the collar of the messenger, Sun Chuanting hissed and roared as hard as he could: "Immediately let the artillery guerrilla Lord Sun Chun go to the watchtower to correct the cannon yuan, and take those few return cannons!"

He shouted kung fu, but the Qing army on the opposite side had already hung the heavy throwing stone weighing 100 catties on the back of the net pocket, this thing was turned out by Ning Wan, in the impatient observation of Huang Taiji, six strong men of the Qing army wheeled the hammer and slammed the huge trigger.

In the heavy pulling sound, the counterweight weighing two or three tons was pulled downward, and the heavy throwing stones were thrown out like meteors, and one of them was smashing towards the tower, with a loud bang, the huge vibration made Sun Chuanting stand unsteadily, and he fell down on his heels.

Finally trembling, not caring about the tower in the slightest, he leaned on the wall anxiously and looked down.

After all, it is just a warehouse wall, only two meters high, less than fifty centimeters thick, hundreds of pounds of boulders smashed on it with a huge impact, a wall against the south gate has collapsed, the back stones are dragged out more than ten meters away, and a few streams of blood below are dragged out of the elder, it is estimated that it is a sergeant who was crushed under the boulder and died.

The Hegang troops guarding the city wall have become a pot of porridge!

(End of chapter)