Dawn.

The Yanmen Pass in August is not hot.

In the early morning, the mountains are still covered with fog.

Tang Sanxian predicted that today's Houjin's cavalry would attack the city on a large scale.

But until noon, there was no cavalry approaching the city outside the city.

Houjin retreated?

Tang Sanxian didn't believe it, the other party should be preparing for the siege.

There are still corpses left under the city.

Tang Sanxian didn't care, just to serve as an obstacle to the Houjin siege.

Yesterday's big break in Houjin was just a trick to take advantage of the other party's unfamiliarity with tactics, and the next should be the time for the real war.

Tang Sanxian reminded himself not to be arrogant, so as not to fall into trouble and lose the city.

Today's military report reported again that the army will go north to support, and it will take five days to arrive.

On the fifth day, Tang Sanxian's pressure increased.

Although the Houjin siege was defeated, the other party's reinforcements may give up plundering Datong Town at any time and go south.

For a whole day, Tang Sanxian did not wait for the other party's attack, he couldn't bear it, and in the evening, Tang Sanxian sent scouts out of the city to inquire about the military situation in Houjin's camp.

If something is abnormal, it must be demonic.

Tang Sanxian felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Evening.

Only three of the scouts came back, and the Houjin cavalry scouts tightly sealed off the surrounding of the camp, and seven people died, but they still failed to find information.

Tang Sanxian's uneasiness escalated again.

The defense of the city was vigilant, and Tang Sanxian thought that the cavalry would steal the city at night.

But the night passed and there was still no movement.

It's another dawn.

The sun had just come out, and it was obscured by clouds.

The sky was dark, Tang Sanxian looked at the cloudy sky above his head, and buried a haze in his heart, such weather seemed to indicate that a storm was coming.

In the distance, the Houjin camp was noisy again.

This time, from the city, the Houjin cavalry was behind the formation, and in front of them were mighty foot soldiers.

Houjin increased his troops?

Tang Sanxian was puzzled.

But as the Houjin army formation gradually approached, his face changed.

One by one, the people of the Ming Dynasty were driven towards the city by Houjin.

Men, women, and children, carrying hoes and shovels, others carrying baskets, women holding children, and men carrying old women.

Tang Sanxian narrowed his eyes and clasped his hands.

At this time, if he can't guess the plan of the Houjin Tartar, then how can he be the main general.

Tang Sanxian gritted his teeth and watched the people approach step by step.

The soldiers around him looked at him.

There was hesitation and trepidation in his eyes.

The atmosphere in the city was instantly enveloped in tension and panic.

After a day of gold resting soldiers, it turned out to be the scene in front of him.

plundered the people of the Ming Dynasty and forced them to come and attack the city.

Tang Sanxian was caught off guard by Hou Jin's hand.

No one will tell him what he needs to do next, because the war in front of him is unsolvable, and everything depends on his decision.

Tang Sanxian watched the people being forced to the front of the ditch, watched thousands of old and young, pushing the corpses of war horses, falling into the trench, watching the people carry the corpses that Houjin had not had time to collect one by one to the back formation, and then watching bags of sand and stones being piled up in the trench, but he was helpless.

Fighting, the people suffered heavy casualties, and if they didn't fight, the outer defense of Yanmen Pass was destroyed by the other party.

Tang Sanxian stood on the city, like a sculpture.

The trench was connected to the three fields.

Houjin was again shelled, and one by one the shells smashed on the city wall or some were directly smashed into the people.

When a shell goes down, dozens of civilians are killed or wounded.

The cruel Houjin Tartars hid among the people and coerced the people to carry the corpses of the people who were stoned to death and throw them directly into the trenches.

In the city, all the soldiers saw the scene in front of them, and their eyes were red.

The Han people are really inferior to pigs and dogs, and when they die, they will be trampled under the feet of the Houjin Tartars.

The walls shook with the sound of cannons.

Houjin approached step by step, with the people in front and the Houjin cavalry in the rear.

Because of this, how can Yanmen Pass be guarded.

Tang Tang Sanxian turned around.

"Pull all the artillery up, don't count the ammunition, boom!"

If you can't hit it closely, then bombard it from a distance.

Half an hour later, fifty guns of the city were pushed up the walls, and the artillery was ready.

At this time, Houjin's artillery was already approaching within 500 meters, and if it wasn't for the cannonballs that directly hit the city wall, the soldiers would be crushed before they could dodge.

But Tang Sanxian was still enduring it and didn't move.

He was waiting, and after waiting for the Golden Brigade to come into range.

Under the city, the people are still at the forefront, and there are only two trenches within the last 100 meters.

After that, there are the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, and it is actually these Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty led by the Jurchens who have been threatening the people, and then the Mongolian and Jurchen cavalry.

After suffering a great loss, Zilharang finally learned to be cautious.

Finally.

"Shelling!"

Fifty guns, firing in an instant, began to cover the bombardment directly towards the Houjin brigade in the distance.

Artillery bursts, fifty shells, depending on the range of fire, began to cover the Houjin brigade.

The sound of the explosion instantly sounded like popping beans under the city.

After a round of artillery bombardment, the Houjin cavalry suffered many casualties again, and the original formation was scattered again.

Twenty red-clothed generals were also accurately bombarded and seven were destroyed.

In the distance, Zilharang looked at the large array of cavalry bombarded by artillery, and began to sound a golden signal, and the cavalry retreated.

After a round of shelling, Tang Sanxian did not continue to give orders, but waited for the smoke to clear and check the situation under the city.

The Houjin cavalry took the opportunity to withdraw from the artillery range, leaving only the Han Eight Banners and the coerced people.

At the moment of the cannon, the Han Eight Banners also began to be chaotic, some people hid among the people, and some people retreated directly with the cavalry.

As soon as the cannon fire stopped, the Jurchen Tartars once again commanded the Han Eight Banners to force the people to continue to fill the ditch, and the situation had become very clear that the new army in the city would not harm the people.

As long as the people are there, they will be safe.

So the people filled the ditch again.

Half an hour later, only the last trench remained.

At this moment, when there was still a trench that had not been filled, Zilharang in the distance suddenly ordered a drum attack.

Later, the golden cavalry slaughtered again.

Tang Sanxian tightened his brows, the last trench was not filled, and the other party couldn't get close to the city.

But Zilharang still gave the order to storm.

As soon as the Houjin cavalry advanced, Tang Sanxian ordered an artillery bombardment again.

But this time the Houjin cavalry consciously controlled the distance.

Although the artillery points exploded from time to time, the casualties of the cavalry were no longer as heavy as before.

The cavalry was mighty, braving the shells fired from the city and approaching the city step by step.

Seeing that the cavalry was about to rush into the large array of the Han Eight Banners.

There was a terrible scene under the city.

Under the leadership of the Jurchen Tartars, the Han Eight Banners, who were Han Chinese, began to draw their swords and swing their swords at their own people.

While forcing the people to jump into the trench, they slashed and killed, and some people carried the corpses of the people and threw them into the trench.

In the city, Tang Sanxian's face turned red, and the anger on his face made him instantly scorching on a fire.

The people panicked, some fell directly into the deep trench under persecution, and some lost their lives under the machetes of the Han Eight Banners.

The elderly, the children, the women, the young.

Tang Sanxian closed his eyes.

Roar: "Shoot!" ”

There was a pause in the city, and then there was a burst of gunfire.

Everyone had red eyes, gritted their teeth, and clenched the trigger desperately.

The people have no way to save them.

The gunfire continued, and no one dared to look at it, whether it was the people or the enemy who fell under the bullets.