Tang Wenyao was worried with a hint of despair, so he kept pacing back and forth in the house, the expression on his face was cloudy, and he sighed from time to time, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he gritted his teeth and stood still, opened the door, and whispered an order to a young general outside.

"The Tartars besieged the city with heavy troops, and there was heavy artillery to assist, Luling was in danger, there was a shortage of food and few soldiers, and the city was broken in the middle of the attack.

You are the town's pro-tooth general, Feng Lai in the rain, has been with the town for decades, like the town's son, and now the town entrusts the old mother to you. ”

The general was shocked when he heard this: "Why is the marshal so desperate, there are still tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Luling City, and there are tens of millions of people and hundreds of thousands of troops behind Luling, and they will never let the Tartars easily break the city."

Even if you can't defend the city, you don't necessarily have to die for the country!

If you really can't hold it, as long as the handsome can take us out of the encirclement, everything will still have a turnaround!

A gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late, as long as he saves his life, there will always be a day when a horse steps on the Central Plains, and the snow is ashamed of revenge! ”

Tang Wenyao said, "Don't persuade anymore, the Son of Heaven handed over the Luling to this town, how can this town abandon the city and leave?"

The state affairs are broken, and the mountains and rivers are broken, because the courtiers can't keep their responsibilities, and the town is the guard of Luling, the city is in me, and the city is dead. ”

The general's eyes were red, he knelt at Tang Wenyao's feet, and cried loudly: "The handsome man wants to die for the country, how can the villain steal his life!" ”

Tang Wenyao closed his eyes and said desolately: "Since the defense of the Luling, there have been dozens of big truces, the Tartars have gathered more and more, the artillery fire has become more and more fierce, and the food and guards in the city have been fighting less and less.

Loyalty and filial piety is the righteousness of heaven and earth, I want to dedicate myself to the country, in order to repay the son of heaven, I hope you can save for me, to support my mother well, so that I can also smile Jiuquan. ”

"The marshal can't—" The general cried on the ground.

Tang Wenyao held him up with both hands and said calmly: "Filial son, don't cry, manly, big husband, don't flick if you have tears, don't learn the posture of a woman!" ”

"Woohoo"

"These are three family letters, the same mother, the same wife, the same uncle and brother, if you can escape from Luling, tell them that Tang Wenyao is a national gangrene and dies!"

"Dashuai—"

The tears of the pro-general burst out of his eyes again: "The handsome man wants to kill for the country, and he should die under the mark of righteousness, how dare he steal his life!" ”

Tang Wenyao stared at him, suddenly lifted the hem of his robe, and bowed violently opposite the filial son.

"Ahh ——”

The frightened filial son hurriedly bowed down and cried: "What are you doing here?" ”

Tang Wenyao straightened up and said solemnly: "The eldest husband killed the Tartar for the country, when the horse leather shroud was returned, the town is not afraid of death, but I feel a little ashamed of the wife, children and old mother at home, if you don't obey today, the town will only kneel and die in front of you." After speaking, he bowed three times in a row.

The filial son nodded with tears in his eyes, and knocked on the ground with his head: "Obey the order!" ”

After receiving Tang Wenyao's cursive letter, the filial son quietly withdrew with tears in his eyes, and after walking for a long time, a deep sigh seemed to echo in the air.

In the second year of Yongli, the fifth year of Shunzhi of the Qing Dynasty, A.D. 1648) August, in the middle of the night, Tang Wenyao's general Wang Sunchen quietly crossed the moat with hundreds of brave soldiers, found the place where the artillery was placed in the Qing army camp, and nailed the holes of dozens of Hongyi cannons, so that the Qing army had to delay the siege of the city for several days.

In fact, plugging the cannon hole is not a cure for the root cause, once the artillery of the Eight Banners outside the city dredges the barrel, the continuous shelling day and night will continue. Tang Wenyao is very clear about this, but this is the only thing he can really do at this moment.

At this time, the Qing soldiers outside the city transported eight heavy Hongyi cannons from Nanchang City, and the caliber of these cannons was more than six pounds, and most of them were heavy guns.

In addition to those heavy artillery, the Qing soldiers also collected a lot of iron tools and melted them all into cannonballs, each weighing ten to twenty catties.

In addition to the eight heavy guns that had just been transported, plus the original more than 30 Da Xu Yi Folang machine guns, the total number of artillery used to attack Luling City was no less than 40.

The Tartars went all the way south, conquering countless cities, and there were not many cities that could enjoy such "treatment". Obviously, they can't afford to drag it out, and they swear to break the city in the first battle!

After the barrel was dredged, with more than 40 cannons in place, the real uninterrupted shelling began.

In the early afternoon of the same day, due to the continuous bombardment of dozens of heavy artillery, almost most of the northern city wall of Luling, which was already riddled with holes, was blown down.

Due to the lack of sufficient binders such as stone and lime glutinous rice, it was difficult to repair the collapsed city walls. Although the soldiers and civilians in the city are still piling up at the risk of death, they only have time to repair part of it urgently.

20,000 Eight Banner soldiers at this moment the main force out, from all sides to besiege Luling City, the city above and below a sound of fighting, the Eight Banners soldiers first jumped from the unrepaired collapse of the north city to the city, opened the north gate, tens of thousands of Qing soldiers immediately poured into the city like a tide, and the Luling that had been held for several months was declared to have fallen!

Tens of thousands of cavalry brandished swords and spears, flooding the north gate like a tide, the two sides were short of each other, the gap in combat power was immediately apparent, losing the protection of the city wall, the remnants of the guards and young and strong people could not resist the fierce attack of the Eight Banners at all, and they were cut down one after another in the screams.

Wang Sunchen, the general in charge of supervising the battle at the North Gate, looked up to the sky and sighed: "Commander, the last general is not enough!" ”

After speaking, he roared in despair, stared at the blood-red eyes and rushed towards the Eight Banners soldiers who had already climbed the city, hand-to-hand combat, after killing nearly ten Eight Banners armor soldiers with his own hands, he was already wounded and seriously injured, although he still held the knife in his hand, his physical strength was exhausted. In the next instant, he was pierced into his body by several armor-piercing arrows.

When more and more Eight Banner soldiers cautiously and slowly gathered towards Wang Sunchen, they found that he had long since lost his breath. The reason why his body did not fall was because he had been leaning against a female wall that had collapsed nearly half of it in the moment before he died.

He died standing and did not let himself fall until the last moment!

After a long time, a soldier of the Eight Banners rushed up with the courage to raise his knife and cut off his head.

Blood splattered, eyes widened, and a heroic and unyielding expression froze on his head forever

"Men, women, young and old, regardless of military and civilian, all killed!"

With the military order issued, the Eight Banners began to slaughter the city in a frenzy to vent their anger and hatred.

The iron hooves full of eight banners frantically knocked on the bluestone street of Luling, surging like thunder, the Ming army and the young men who broke down at the north gate were shot, cut down, and trampled to death on the streets and alleys one by one, and the people in the city shouted everywhere, and the panic and misery were unspeakable.

They rushed down the wide streets to the other gates, and their momentum was like a flood that opened the floodgates, and they rushed wildly, and rumbled unstoppably.

Suddenly, a group of disorganized people rushed out of a row of relatively intact houses on the side of the street, some of them were wearing shabby mandarin duck battle jackets, some were only wearing a short linen sweatshirt, although they were holding knives, guns and sticks in their hands, they were all scarred and bandaged, and it turned out to be a group of wounded people who had already gone to the battlefield, including guards and people.

At the front, an old soldier over half a hundred years old staggered with a spear in his hand, and hissed: "Kill, kill the Tartars—"

After speaking, he staggered and took the lead to crash into the torrent of iron horses of the Eight Banners, and the other wounded also let out a terrible and unwilling cry, and rushed over with the old soldier.

The iron cavalry swept over like a violent wind, and the wounded old soldiers and those wounded were all trampled into flesh in the blink of an eye, and they didn't even freeze the speed of those Eight Banner Iron Cavalry!

The prefect Wang Shouwen hanged himself in Mingtang in official clothes, and his wife and Xie both threw themselves into the well and died. Tongzhi Wu Feng moved his family to death.

Although the city was breached, the guards and young men who were unwilling to surrender were still fighting in the streets. The Eight Banners defeated these recalcitrant ones one after another with their absolute superiority in strength and combat power, and killed them all.

At the headquarters of the Chinese army, Tang Wenyao danced his waist knife and slashed wildly, retreating to a corner of the courtyard with the last dozens of blood-drenched soldiers, forming a group, desperately resisting, until the Qing soldiers gathered more and more.

Knowing that the last moment had come, Tang Wenyao looked at the soldiers who were fighting to the end with him on his side, smiled bitterly, and said, "Don't worry about me, run for your life!" ”

Dozens of pro-soldiers stopped fighting for a while, looked at each other, as if they had a heart, and bowed to Tang Wenyao together: "I am willing to die with the handsome!" After speaking, a waist knife calmly wiped his neck.

The Eight Banners soldiers, who had been burned mad with anger and hatred, shouted and raised their swords and guns at the same time, and they were about to chop the only remaining Tang Wenyao into pulp.

"Words!" Suddenly, someone shouted, and the besieging Eight Banners soldiers immediately stopped attacking, holding their swords and spears, and retreating slightly with bows and crossbows, but they still surrounded Tang Wenyao to death.

The figure behind swayed, and the two sides of the team separated like waves, making way for a road, and the Qing inlaid white flag lord Gushan Ezhen He Luo would ride a high-headed horse, waving a horsewhip, and lead the eight banner generals such as Gushan Ezhen Yechen and Maile Ezhen Zhumala to march towards Tang Wenyao with a victorious attitude.

The sound of horses' hooves and a few incomplete Chinese words followed to his ears: "This Tang Wenyao is the only living prisoner of war today, and he is also the guard in Luling City, he is not allowed to die, and he is asked to surrender to the Qing Dynasty!" ”

Tang Wenyao could hear that this was the voice of the Tartar boss named He Luohui. At this moment, he was condescending, commanding a man who was proficient in Manchu and Chinese bilingual in small steps and followed closely in front of his horse.

Tang Wenyao showed a contemptuous smile, condensed the last strength of his body, and suddenly flew up with a roar, and then rushed straight towards the Qing soldiers on the opposite side, the Qing soldiers and archers subconsciously released arrows one after another, and in just an instant, Tang Wenyao was shot by dozens of arrows in the body!

He laughed sharply, writhed wildly, and fell straight to the ground in the angry and unwilling roar of He Luo, until he was completely out of breath

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