The battle outside the northern city did not stop for a moment, the cavalry of the Mongolian banner was more heroic than the Qiyu of the Han army banner, constantly rushing to the trench, going forward and one after another, there were no casualties in their eyes, and the trench in front was their only goal.

The soldiers in the front row have already drawn their bows and arrows, as long as they rush forward for dozens of paces and enter the range of the bow and arrow, they will not hesitate to shoot the arrows in their hands, so that the Han dog can taste the power of the Mongolian arrows.

Once Ningyuan City is breached, the female dependents of these Han dog families, whether old or young, will be pressed under them, if they can't be tossed half to death, they will not be able to live forever!

In the trench ahead, the soldiers of the Providence Army had no more ideas, they just loaded, aimed, shot, and reloaded, repeating these mechanical movements, and as for how many Tartars were killed, they did not know.

The more Tartars there are, the greater their military exploits!

Li Xin was the first time to fight the Tartars in close quarters, and the battles outside the eastern city in the first two days were all commanded by the deputy general Qin Danian.

Seeing a large number of casualties among the Tartar cavalry, he was naturally happy in his heart, but there was one thing that puzzled: the Tartars had not broken through the best range of 100 paces until now, and they obviously came up to die, so why did they not withdraw their troops?

Could it be that the commander of the Tartars is an idiot?

If the battle continues like this, the Tartars will not compete with the Mandate of Heaven for consumption, but with the rifle bullets of the Mandate of Heaven!

He picked up the binoculars casually and looked at the rear of the Tartar cavalry, although there was still no end in sight, but it felt a lot shorter, and the flowering shells of the mountain artillery were the guide of his vision.

Since the Mandate of Heaven Army began to shoot with mountain artillery, the battle has been going on for more than half an hour, Li Zicheng has been standing at the head of the city to watch the battle, the Tartar cavalry casualties are too fast, the more casualties, the more annoyed, even if there are corpses to block, the speed of the cavalry attack does not seem to slow down.

This is really a group of fearless warriors, if it can be used by Huaxia......

Li Zicheng thought of the tiger cavalry and wolf cavalry in his hands, but unfortunately they were still in Hetao, maybe the next time they went on an expedition, they should appear on the battlefield in Liaodong......

The pro-soldiers may have been shocked by the Tartars' spiritual tactics, and they held their breath one by one, and they couldn't hear a trace of life, and there were many new soldiers in the city, even trembling slightly.

After the battle at the foot of Helan Mountain, Li Zicheng had a preliminary understanding of the Tartars' combat methods, and such a death would be the norm in the future, unless Dolgon honestly went back to Changbai Mountain!

He got up and walked two steps, came to a group of recruits, patted one of the soldiers on the shoulder, and smiled: "What, scared?" ”

"Villain...... Villain...... The villain should be damned......" When the soldier saw the emperor, he was immediately incoherent, and finally bent his knees, turned over and fell to the ground.

"Get up!" Li Zicheng said in a deep voice: "Do you think that the Heavenly Mandate Army has shot so many Tartars, it is a bit cruel?" ”

"The villain doesn't dare to ......" After the soldier got up, a trace of fear appeared on his face, not knowing if it was because of the form of the battlefield or the emperor's words.

Li Zicheng glanced at the soldiers around him, they were not personal soldiers, but soldiers of the third battalion, his face was a little unfamiliar, and he said lightly: "How many people have died in Tartar?" He turned to look to the far north and muttered, "Do you know how many Han Chinese the Tartars killed?" ”

There was silence all around, and no one knew how many Han people the Tartars had killed, so no one dared to talk.

"On the land of Liaodong, there were originally six million Han people, and now there is only one Ningyuan City left," Li Zicheng turned his back to the soldiers on the head of the city, and said slowly: "Now the land of Liaodong is full of wasteland, and most of the original six million Han people were killed, that is, they were alive, and they were also enslaved by the Tartars, and they never saw the light of day...... Six million......"

“……”

The city was still silent, and the soldiers who had trembled just now had turned into anger, and some of them had clenched their fists as if they were going to fight for their lives.

Li Zicheng let the breeze blow on his face, and said quietly: "In addition, the Tartar cavalry crossed the Great Wall five times and penetrated deep into the Han land, slaughtering more than two million Han people in the land of Beijing, Shanxi, and Shandong, and robbing countless money and livestock," paused, and continued: "At least 1.2 million young men and women were taken captive by the Tartars outside the Guan, and the men were forced to produce food for the Tartars, while the young women ...... They were forced to bear children for the Tartars and live in darkness......"

"Your Majesty...... The villain is wrong...... Please punish the emperor......" The soldiers who were trembling slightly just now were shrouded in anger at this moment, and many soldiers knelt in front of Li Zicheng, ashamed of their fear and kindness just now......

"Get up and speak!" After Li Zicheng waited for the soldiers to get up, he continued: "You have different emotions because you don't know this," his voice was very low, "In Shengjing of Tartar, there are still a large number of Han people who need us to rescue ......"

"Your Majesty, let's kill Shengjing!"

"Yes, rescue the Han people......

"No, we're going to kill all the Tartars!"

……

It's useless to be excited, to kill Shengjing, destroy the Tartars, and rescue the Han people, what you need is strength! However, these soldiers will be stationed in Ningyuan City, full of hatred for the Tartars, at least not a bad thing.

Li Zicheng turned around, looked at the dozens of hundreds of soldiers in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Even so, the Tartars are not dead, this time they go south, they want to occupy all the land of the Han people, and all the Han people are their slaves," he clenched his right fist, raised his head forward, and said: "The Tartars have bullied the Han people for so long, we want to take revenge, and the evil they have inflicted on the Han people, ten times, a hundred times more to ask for it back, and now that the Mandate of Heaven army is coming, we want to bully the Tartars......"

"Bullying Tartar ......"

There was a commotion in the city, and although there were not many people, there was also a lot of waves!

Li Zicheng was afraid that the soldiers in the city would affect the battle under the city, so he pressed down with both hands to quiet the soldiers around him, "The current Tartars are still very strong, they have a lot of cavalry, and the Heavenly Mandate Army lacks cavalry, so we can't kill Shengjing for the time being, but we will consume their cavalry little by little, and one day, we will drive directly to Shengjing, kill all the Tartars, rescue all the Han people, and let them live quietly in their own land......"

"Kill all the Tartars!"

Although the soldiers did not speak, in their hearts, these four words have sprouted and taken root, and with the passage of time, they will one day grow into towering trees.

The soldiers, who were still sympathetic to the Tartars just now, secretly warned themselves that no matter when and where, the Tartars were the mortal enemies of the Han people, and only by killing them could the Han people in Shengjing City be rescued......

Dolgon didn't know what was happening in the city, he kept a gloomy face, and the warriors of the Qing Dynasty planted their horses like stakes one by one to become fertilizer for the meadows, and he could see clearly, even though these were soldiers of the Mongol banner, he still felt heartache.

The Mongols were part of the Qing Dynasty after all!

What to do?

Let these cavalry casualties in exchange for the slightest possibility of approaching the city walls, or should they withdraw immediately and reduce the casualties of the soldiers?

The warriors of the Qing Dynasty, after paying such heavy casualties, should they return in vain?

He began to blame Chi Qilong in his heart, it had been so long, why didn't he bring the message back to the city? It won't be detained by Wu Sangui, right?

Dorgon already had the intention of withdrawing, but he needed a reason, a reason to convince the whole army, and to convince himself!

He looked at a few people around him, Ning Wan closed his eyes and pondered, looking sleepy, while Hong Chengchou lowered his head and looked at the horse's back, as if looking for lice on the horse's back, obviously thinking about it.

Azig has been staring at the battlefield in front of him, it is this unknown firearm that wiped out his entire army the day before yesterday, and if he hadn't run fast, he would have lost his life.

Although he hated this kind of fire gun to the root of his teeth, there was nothing he could do, the range of this fire gun was too far, the bows and arrows in the hands of the warriors could not shoot at all, they could not enter the range of the bow and arrows at all.

The last time I lost my troops, the three cavalry in my hands, and the 4,500 warriors, all of them were lost under this kind of fire......

Azig had no soldiers in his hands, and the weight of his words was light, and he did not participate in several military meetings, and he did not dare to make suggestions to Dolgon, although Dolgon did not punish for the sake of his brother for the time being, but after returning to Shengjing, no one could guarantee what would happen.

Looking at the cavalry who kept falling from his horse, Azig was very heartbroken, after all, the Mongolian Banner was also the cavalry of the Great Qing Kingdom, and for every person who fell, the strength of the Great Qing Dynasty would be reduced by one point, but looking at it, his mind changed.

Today, Dolgon personally commanded the army, if even Dolgon suffered defeat in front of this kind of firearm of the Ming Dynasty, his responsibility for defeat would be much lighter, and he would return to Shengjing in the future, and maybe he would be able to make a comeback.

It seems unlikely that he wants to serve as the Gushan Ezhen of the Manchurian White Flag again, but with his deep friendship with Dorgon, there is still hope for him to serve as the Gushan Ezhen of the Mongolian Flag or the Han Army Banner.

The people of the Han military banner are simply a group of waste, and when they go to the battlefield, they are also the life of carrying a ladder to attack the city, or the Mongolian flag, the cavalry of the Mongolian flag, although it is much inferior to the cavalry of Manchuria, after all, it is still cavalry.

As long as there is a slight possibility, when he returns to Shengjing in the future, he still asks Dolgon, if he does not have his own soldiers, in the court of the Great Qing Kingdom, he is not even as good as a dog......

Thinking in this way, Azig hoped that the more casualties in today's Mongol banner, the better, and the more Mongols died, the sharper the Han people's firearms, and he was defeated the day before yesterday, so he would not have much responsibility for the defeat.

Azig stared at the battlefield in front of him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a weird smile!

Dolgon happened to catch the smile on Azig's face, and frowned unconsciously, "What is the joy of Brother Twelve......

Azig was shocked in his heart and hurriedly said, "Has the regent seen that the warriors of the Mongolian Banner have advanced a little?" ”

"Oh? Have it? Dolgon was overjoyed, and craned his neck to look forward, and as far as his eyes could see, the cavalry of the Mongol banner kept falling from their horses, and then being trampled into flesh by the iron cavalry of their companions!

"It's so far away that you can't see the distance at all," Azig reluctantly smiled, "However, did the regent notice that the warrior was still lying on his horseback just now, with his bow and arrows on his sides, and now the soldiers at the front have sat up, holding bows and arrows in both hands, obviously about to enter the range of bows and arrows......"

Dolgon took a closer look, and the cavalry at the front, sure enough, many people were already drawing their bows and arrows, could it be that they were about to enter the range of bows and arrows? With this in mind, Dorgon temporarily dismissed the idea of withdrawing.