The Qing army without Huang Taiji was really like two armies before, the original Eight Banners Army also collapsed, and they would flee for their lives, and they would kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, and the Qing army outside the city wall basically did not organize any decent resistance, and retreated directly to the city in the massacre, and followed by the red-eyed Dongjiang Army who followed suit.

Even for the night battle, the artillery unit led by Sun Chun glued the cloth as logistics materials with oil and gunpowder, carried coal to the city wall with dogs' teeth, lit layers of beacon fires, and illuminated the slaughterhouse with firelight.

It's really a slaughter field, the reason why the army is not a mob, is because it has a complete command, so the officers and soldiers who lack food and pay can defeat the peasant army that is more than ten times or even dozens of times more than themselves, and at this time, the command system of the Qing army is completely paralyzed, none of the eight banner owners stayed, all of them fled, and more than a dozen officers at the level of the leader also escaped, it can be said that the personal training of the Jueluo family ran away with a piece, don't underestimate the missing one or two hundred people, these people are the soul of the army, and the current supreme commander of the Qing army has a big sore on his neck, Turai who can't run, it's better not to have him than not.

The Qing army, lacking a commander, was simply a swarm of headless flies.

In the night sky, there was another burst of gunfire crackling, and by the tent built on the ruins, a row of Qing soldiers who had finally mustered up the courage to carry knives to fight back were beaten out of bloody holes like queuing up to be shot, and fell to the ground screaming.

With a pop, the leading officer in front of him was directly pierced through the chest with a bayonet, spitting blood, this outlaw was still fierce and wanted to swing the knife to cut down, but then several bayonets were also fiercely connected to him, several blood holes in a row, this person finally collapsed with bulging eyes, a tragic scene, and the Qing soldier behind him was directly frightened to the point that his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground all of a sudden.

"Big brother! Uncle! Spare your life! The small ones are also Han Chinese! I'm forced too! There is an old mother on the small one to ......."

Puff~

The knife pierced his chest, the voice stopped abruptly, and he pulled out the knife suddenly, and the hot blood sprayed on his face, but the Dongjiang sergeant didn't mean to wipe it at all, and kicked down the stiff corpse, he snorted coldly.

"I also have an old mother, who was killed by you in Jinan City!"

Not far from there, the tent was crackling, one leg had an extra blood hole, and he sat on the ground, just outside the city, the Qing army was on the edge of the white flag Niu Lu Zhen didn't want to resist, in the cigarette box, the last cigarette was smoked, lit on the fire beside him, and smoked one by one.

"Spare your life, Uncle Mingren, the little one doesn't dare anymore, woo, Er Zhenye, help!"

The child's immature voice begging for mercy sounded not far away, but just like how many times the Qing army had done it, the Dongjiang people also showed no mercy.

Since you have thrown yourself into this killing field, there are no innocents!

However, looking at Niu Lu Ezhen, who was sitting on the ground numbly smoking, it seemed that the red-eyed Dongjiang infantry didn't have much desire to kill, and the first few chased forward, only the commander who fell behind helplessly stuffed a paper shell bullet into the flintlock pistol, and slammed it into his chest.

Even if it is a front-loading flintlock pistol, its lethality should not be underestimated, a shot opened a hole in the chest, wow, this Niu Lu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and even spit out the smoke.

The debt was paid off, the war was getting farther and farther away from him, the world seemed to be gradually moving away, a hand full of blood trembled and held the half of the cigarette to the side of the fire, and the torch was soaked with blood and the cigarette butt was lit again, and he trembled back into his mouth.

A smoke ring came out ethereally, with a look of satisfaction on his face, and leaning against the horns of the tent, the cow was finally dead.

On the other end, I don't know where I learned it, more than a dozen Mongolian nobles actually raised their hands and shouted loudly in Nanjing official dialect.

"My own people! Own! We are old acquaintances with Lord Song Xiance, and we want to meet Lord Song!"

Don't say it, shouting like this, the Dongjiang Army, who has been killing fiercely, really didn't pull the trigger, and after a while, the head was big and the neck was thick, and the big head in the Dongjiang sticker looked like Lord Song Song Xiance was staggering, and seeing him was really like seeing his own father, several majestic slave owners on the grassland, Taiji, knelt on the ground one after another, kowtowing desperately.

"Lord Song, help! We have already surrendered to the Dongjiang River, let's say okay! ”

"It's Ezhe! It was that bastard who forced us to come to this Jilin Ula City, we really don't want to go against Master Mao! ”

"Oh! The new Bahu Ertaiji of the Kobdo Department and the Bali Taitaiji of the Zakoqin Department! Yes, I remember!"

Not to mention, Song Xiance's head is not as big as Bai Chang, he is really strong enough to write a blog, he remembers, with a smile on his face, he nodded and followed the guerrilla group led by the Acheng Army who was in charge of the attack.

"I know these people, the last time the Liaohe Alliance, they said to join our Dongjiang."

"Lord Song! The general commanded ......"

The general face of the regiment obviously showed embarrassment, Mao Jue's order was that he didn't want to kill the prisoners, so in today's battle, there were no prisoners, and Song Xiance's request made him obviously embarrassed.

However, with his back to a few grassland head people who were trembling with fright, Song Xiance smiled and glanced at him, and immediately led a few head people to the root of the city wall.

"Come, come, stand here, wait for the general to summon you, don't move! I can't control what happened! ”

Next to the blackened city wall, several Mongolian leaders lined up and were pushed by Song Xiance to stand up, that end, watching their leaders pass, thousands of Mongolian cavalry also trembling and put down their bows and arrows and playing with knives, this war horse was led aside by the Dongjiang army, but in their frightened eyes, the Dongjiang sergeant on the edge picked up the bayonet and stabbed it directly.

Under the sound of clicking, the people in the front row fell, and the people in the back row watched in fear as the corpse was kicked to the side, followed by a bayonet stabbed over, and in the slaughter, the two sides really cooperated as if they were on business, which was particularly strange in this bloody battlefield.

However, this scene happened on the battlefield of Liaodong, annoyed that the people of Zhenjiang supported Mao Wenlong, Nurhachi ordered the slaughter of Zhenjiang, drove the residents of the city to the river, and let Mengman Eight Banners raise a bow to shoot, and those who did not die in a round of arrows were also kicked and threatened to send the arrows back, and then shot, until the people of the entire town were slaughtered, and the corpses almost blocked the Yalu River.

Compared to those civilians, these fierce Mongol bandits did not show much strength in the face of fear.

In the corner of the wall, under the firelight, looking at this scene of slaughter, more than a dozen clan leaders immediately had frightened eyes, however, looking at Song Xiance who was holding his arms and facing them with his back, no one dared to move under fear, fear was like a huge worm, gnawing at their once barbaric and cruel hearts, making them tremble.

But this patience also has a limit, seeing a young man looking at himself in despair, but he didn't dare to say a word, and then he was stabbed through by a bayonet, and then kicked to the ground, that Zakqin's Taiji finally couldn't bear it, and he was about to rush towards Song Xiance in a frenzy.

"Song Shorty, you lied to us!"

Bang ~ Bang Bang ~

A neat row of guns, crackling sounds, in fright, anger, more than a dozen Taiji are like straw man targets in the shooting range, but the straw men spray out straw, and their bodies spray out flesh and blood, and after spraying a few humanoid marks on the wall, they collapsed to the ground in pain.

Seeing the Taijitou man who was still crawling towards him with his last breath, Song Xiance was relaxed.

"You lied to me first, but you swore to the official that you would never appear in Liaodong on the Liaohe Beach!"

"Besides!"

There was a playful smile on his face, and Song Xiance smiled and waved his hand while saying, "The official didn't lie to you, when the first level is inspected, you will see the general!"

"Come on! These are the big men of the prairie! I've got my head covered!"

Looking at Song Xiance's relaxed appearance, several Dongjiang officers had a chill on their backs, and their eyes were like looking at demons. Good guys, they can't kill people for their lives, this dwarf, he kills people with his mouth, and sure enough, he has to be their literati with a thick face and a black heart!

"Hurry up and pack up! In a while, the official will take a look at me and those acquaintances of the big people on the grassland! ”

"Obey~"

There was a trembling spirit, and several officers were in a hurry.

…………

The sun gradually rose in the east, bringing light and warmth back to the earth once again, and the bloody night came to an end with the arrival of dawn.

The battle of the two armies together was almost 300,000 people, and the battle of Jilin Wula, which had been noisy for more than 40 days, ended so quickly on this night, and only the Dongjiang River was left alive, and one of the protagonists of the once violent and ferocious coercion of the city was almost all lying in a pool of blood.

It is an exaggeration to say that it is all killed, after all, the sky is so dark, people are not pigs, there must be people who run away and pretend to be dead, but the Ming army that has been beaten several times has been annihilated, setting a slaughter of Liaoyang, the slaughter of Jinan, the slaughter of Zunhua, four times into the customs, twice hit the city of Beijing, the murderous name is famous, but the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry that can stop children crying at night is basically gone, once the war record of the Battle of Cannae in the West that slaughtered 80,000 Romans in a single day was broken by Mao Jue, and the main force of more than 100,000 Qing countries that Huang Taiji was proud of, Buried between this white mountain and black water.

But it's still a bit of a slip through the net, like a eunuch, Ning Wan I trembled with a bald head and a dead skin Lai face shrunk behind the staff officer and followed Mao Jue, and as the head of the thief, Tulai of the Yellow Flag was also taken care of by the envoy and dragged to Mao Jue alive.

This guy Mao Jue has also seen it, during the Battle of the Dongjiang River, he almost didn't break through his own army several times, and he can be regarded as a fierce general, but this time again, he can't believe his eyes, this guy has lost weight three times, almost to the point of being skinny, and a huge blood bag has grown out of his neck deformed, and he doesn't look like a human anymore.

Originally, he prepared a belly of speeches to denounce the crimes of these Qing people in front of the whole army, but just when Mao Jue was stunned, this Turai suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood, and then fell to the ground, actually kicked his legs a few times, and died!

"The Overseer is mighty! Just one side, this frightened guy was torn apart, vomited blood and died, what a god! ”

It seems that the slave is in the bones, and the big bald head Ning Wan immediately slapped the horse's fart on it flatteringly, but Mao Jue didn't listen to this at all, he looked at the dead Thurai with a stunned look in his eyes, shook his head fiercely in disbelief, and his voice was even a little afraid.

"Black Death!!

(End of chapter)