Who said that when the walls are broken, the city falls? If that were the case, there would not be all the tragic and heroic battles for the defense of Stalingrad, but the tragic and heroic battles for the defense of Stalingrad also illustrate the cruelty of street battles. Without the slightest mercy!

The city of Wula, Jilin was caught in this cruel and bloody street battle at this time.

The lesson of blood also taught Sun Chuanting the true meaning of street fighting, don't you have a fire bull array? Several major intersections and barricades in Beicheng have all been let go, and they are no longer blocked, let you go!

It's just that the corpses lying down on the street faintly show that this road is not so easy to walk!

It's one thing to dare to go, it's another thing to go or not, this battle Mao Jue has already proposed that it is a battle for survival, and here Huang Taiji also took out 120,000 points of viciousness and cruelty to deal with the battle, Sheng Jing's Zhenghuang Banner archers always drew their bows and arrows, aiming at their own backs. Holding a spear and a shield aloft, the Eight Banners of Jianzhou pressed the formation behind, while the Mongols and the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty moved forward cautiously.

The walls on both sides of the street were sprayed with fishy black liquid, and the corpses with flowered heads or rotten intestines were like zombie movies in TV dramas, advancing less than 100 meters and paying more than 3,000 lives.

On the houses on both sides of the main road, there were also Jianzhou archers stepping on the balconies, holding on to the windows and moving forward cautiously, and the red blood stains on the stairs always made them palpitate.

However, it was still necessary to come, and just as the assault team was moving forward at a rapid pace, two corpses on the left corner of the street that looked like they were lying on their stomachs at the gate of the courtyard were suddenly lifted open, and then a black hand below threw out a smoking stick and flew into the crowd with a whirlwind.

"100 enemies! Get out of the way!"

In the past two days, the Qing army has suffered a lot under this thing, compared to the mines, the progress of the grenade on the Dongjiang River is still quite large, the glass is crushed into slag, mixed with gunpowder and phosphorus powder extracted from the urine, smeared on the fire rope, a pull can rub the ignition fuse, throw it out for two seconds, boom, more than half a catty of grenade porcelain head exploded, only the black powder explosion power is really limited, not like the anti-Japanese war god film in a grenade to blow up a platoon of devils, the real kill or rely on the small metal piece hidden inside.

This thing is too thief, although some people have already taken the lead in shouting in horror, but the big team still didn't have time to dodge, boom, and the four or five Qing troops who were close to each other were overturned to the ground by the air wave, and streams of blood came out of them, especially the one behind who reacted slowly, covering his face and screaming miserably, and the red blood kept flowing out of his fingers.

A grenade didn't kill anyone, but the small metal fragments were embedded in the flesh, but it was painful, and it was better to die comfortably, and the Qing army was even more afraid of this thing than cold guns and bayonets.

After the fear, it brought unprecedented anger, and the Qing army Niu Lu at the forefront waved his knife forward angrily: "Catch him!"

The large team of the Qing army immediately rushed forward in a swarm of hula, but in two seconds, the Dongjiang army was not stupid, and an arrow step had already drilled into the door hole of the square building next to it.

Without stopping, five or six Qing soldiers followed and got in, and the people behind them were also going to rush in, who knew that on the head, the two-story cement building on the opposite side crackled and a town of gunfire was nailed behind them, the quality of the Qing army's cotton armor can not be compared with that of the Dongjiang River, and in the sound of puff, several blood holes exploded in the back, and those Qing troops who emerged fell directly on the street.

"There are ambushes, shield walls! Shield Wall!"

Shouting in panic, the Qing army that had just dispersed immediately gathered together and covered themselves with shields to form a big turtle, followed by the Qing army archers who were marching along the houses along the street immediately drew their bows and arrows, crackling forward, and in the chaotic rain of arrows, the Dongjiang army hiding in the house also hurriedly retracted their heads.

But this kung fu, there was a burst of screams in the room, seeing that the Dongjiang army that threw thunder drilled into the first door in the corridor again, several Qing soldiers squeezed up without thinking about it, but as soon as they rushed into the door, they came to a corner to meet love, and a few cold and shining bayonets pierced head-on, and in the sound of poofing, the first two Qing soldiers were opened a few blood holes.

It was too sudden, and the first reaction of the Qing army behind them was to turn around and run, but how did they run, they came out after that, crackling a few gunshots, and they fell down screaming again.

After such a while, without even facing each other a few times, this group of Qing soldiers has already killed nine and injured five! People are not machines, they know that they will die and rush forward, once or twice is okay, and anyone has to collapse if there are more, the Qing army is like a slow turtle, using a shield to surround the small building with an ambush, and the Qing archers on the top shoot arrows desperately to cover their teammates like they don't want money, and the firewood on their backs is thrown down the stairs, fanning the pu fan and lighting it.

To say that the Qing army is also a master of burning houses, but the buildings in this area are all made of reinforced concrete, and there is nowhere to go to the point, and the only way to engage them is to engage them.

But this smoke is really good, the smoke and fire of the Dongjiang infantry can not stand it, a team of ten people can only be like a swallow from the back balcony quickly turned out, the war is fair, the Qing army infantry archers who have been staring at it for a long time shouted and shouted a rain of arrows behind their backs, in the end, two of the palaces were shot, and let out a miserable scream.

However, they were unlucky this time, and when the Qing army that was close to them raised their knives and killed, those Dongjiang troops still ran away.

Standing in the burned ruins of the southern city, looking at the puffs of black smoke rising in the city, Huang Taiji's face was already full of sickness and gloomy a little bit, a few days ago Sun Chuanting let go of the street, he was also overjoyed, and directly ordered the cavalry to rush to the city, as a result of a two-mile-long main road, facing countless Dongjiang riflemen ambushed on both sides of the road, this road has become a road of death, especially in the face of amazing casualties to the innermost, next to the north city wall more than 300 meters away, in front of the most important warehouse of the Dongjiang River, In front of the Qing army was another layer of warehouse walls composed of cement pillboxes.

In the case of being attacked and ambushed on the back road, even the Eight Banners Army was unable to break through the low and thin city wall in front of them, a two-mile-long battle line, and when the sheep on the stepping stones had not yet driven to the position, the crowd was almost dead.

As a last resort, Huang Taiji also had to follow Sun Chuanting's war routine, building by building to compete with Sun Chuanting for space in the city, the attacking Qing army inside braved amazing casualties to drive away the Dongjiang infantry ambushed in the building, outside, the Qing army was incarnated into a demolition brigade, and the heavy hammer ping-pong smashed against the small building.

In fact, according to this process, the balance of victory in the war is still biased in favor of the Qing army, after all, the number of men and horses is the number of the Dongjiang River, until now, Huang Taiji still has 1230,000 horses, but under the continuous battle losses, Sun Chuanting is only more than 20,000 people, once these obstacles are smashed, sooner or later the Dongjiang army will have to be drowned in the Qing army.

But the problem is that time is not on the side of the Qing army, this time it is not that Mao Jue may return to the division to save Jilin Ula, but that he has returned to the division, and the scouts arranged near Siping Hada City watched the war horses of the Dongjiang River dragging the terrifying thousands of Hongyi cannons to form a torrent, and the mighty northward is expected to reach his back within ten days, and then the absolute main force of the Qing State is trapped between the north and the south, and there is only a dead end.

"It's so slow! Let Du Du's Zhenghongqi speed up the process, this afternoon, the house must be demolished!"

"Slaves obey!"

Waving his teeth and waving a positive yellow flag, he hurriedly ran to the front construction site.

In this era, there were no forklifts, no electric hammers to smash the walls, the Qing army did not carry explosives, and the demolition of the house became a hard job, but among the many people, the demolition was not slow, 30,000 people were bare-chested, the big hammer and big wood smashed on the wall, the two walls had been smashed with thousands of holes, the dozens of ropes were tied to the window frame pillars on the third floor, hundreds of horses dragged and pulled back, the steel bars creaked and groaned, and the small building with an unstable center of gravity tilted to one side and collapsed.

But in the dust, without waiting for the Mongols and Han people to cheer, the dozen or so people in the front suddenly fell to the ground without children, their necks and armpits were swollen with huge bumps, and large black patches spread from their stomachs to their faces.

In a burst of screams, the Shengjing Eight Banners who were guarding behind them came directly with whips, scolding them to go up and smash them, and they must not leave an empty room for the Dongjiang Army to hide, because someone has already done this, and those who died were directly dragged aside, and unconsciously, the corpse had been piled up into a hill, and the Shengjing Jurchen who was dragging the corpse walked and walked, and suddenly spit out black blood with foamy viscousness, and also died on the ground with a crooked head.

The deaths from the epidemic have even surpassed those killed by the Dongjiang army during the siege, and Huang Taiji, the Shura method, has begun to encounter counterattacks.

It's just that the war has reached this point, and no one knows that they will die tomorrow, whether it is the general or the small soldiers under them, they all begin to turn a blind eye to the death around them.

The sun once again set blood-red from the direction of the Mongolian steppe, and the troops on the front line finally let out bursts of cheers and quickly retreated, no longer having to fight desperately with the Dongjiang people under the nose of death.

The Mongols of the demolition army looked in the direction of the setting sun and sighed, and then turned their hammers.

…………

"Your Majesty, just eat a little!"

The military rations have long been exhausted, and now they are killing chickens and eggs, eating the cattle and sheep of the Mongols, anyway, there are so many dead in the city, and it is not bad at this, but looking at the sheep soup brought by the little eunuch, the fishy smell made Huang Taiji's uncomfortable brows twitch.

"I can't eat it, let's take it!"

"But the emperor ......"

"Go down!"

With the sheep soup, the little eunuch had to tremble and go out, but he deserved to be unlucky, and as soon as he walked to the door, a figure suddenly bumped into him and spilled the soup on the ground.

But I didn't care about the heat, so I threw myself into the tent excitedly and slammed my head on the ground.

"Your Majesty, the minister has found a siege method in ancient books!"

(End of chapter)