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However, fortunately, Huang Taiji's troops were all arranged out, and the rear was empty.

Therefore, in this Shengjing, there are only three or four thousand real Houjin soldiers, and the rest of the people are not worth mentioning.

At this time, the more than 10,000 Ming civilians and prisoners of war who were also frightened in the two-hour airdrop bombing slowly came back to their senses. Unexpectedly, it seems that the gods in the sky are taking care of themselves!

The Houjin people in the whole city were bombing, but no one in the prisoner of war camp on their side was injured or hit.

Isn't it this god in the sky, the immortal of the Ming Dynasty?

So, some brave Ming soldiers and prisoners of war tried to pick up the guards' weapons, walked out of the prisoner of war camp, and walked out into the street.

When the POWs bumped into a group of Houjin soldiers who had come out and ran around, both sides were startled.

The Houjin soldiers who came back to their senses were afraid of the gods in the sky (Zhu Zilong), but they were not afraid of these Ming prisoners of war. So, the Houjin soldiers picked up their knives and killed the Ming prisoners of war.

However, this situation was seen by Zhu Zilong in the sky.

Hehe, so a miracle happened.

“…… Da Da Da ...... Da Da Da ......""...... Da Da Da ...... Dadada......"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the sky, and Zhu Zilong controlled the armed plane, flew to this side, and then directly detonated the heavy machine gun on the plane. Countless machine-gun bullets, spewing out tongues of fire from the Grim Reaper, rushed towards those Houjin soldiers.

In the next minute, hundreds of Houjin soldiers were instantly swept down by machine gun bullets in the sky.

Their corpses were scattered like cut wheat, and viscous blood flowed slowly across the snowy streets, staining the snow with a blinding shade of blood.

“…… Wow, ahhhh The sky is indeed the immortal of the Ming Dynasty, our chance has come, brothers! ”

Li Degong's eyes dilated for a while, and he shouted excitedly. For a time, more and more Ming prisoners of war picked up the messy weapons on the ground, rushed out of the prisoner of war camp, and killed in Houjin City, they wanted to pay for their blood debts.

"Kill Jiannu! Back to Daming! ”

Under the snowy night sky, on the firelit streets, the little fighting spirit and resistance spirit of the Ming prisoners of war finally reappeared under the stimulation of the arrival of the gods.

Li Degong is a military general, and he takes the lead. Lian Lian succeeded in his hand, holding two bloody Jiannu heads in his left hand. In his right hand, he raised a sword dripping with the blood of the Jiannu people, and the muscles on his blood-spattered face were twisted to an extremely hideous appearance.

In the next second, he shouted hoarsely and frantically: "Kill!" Kill Jiannu! Kill Lao Tzu hard! Avenge! ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! The madness of the Ming prisoners of war was not at all under Li Degong, and they responded one after another.

Soon after, on the city walls, in the streets and alleys of Shengjing. Squad after group of Ming prisoners of war, splattered with blood, roared and brandished their sabers frantically.

Kill the wounded soldiers of Jiannu and the people of Houjin!

Anyone who has a pig's tail on his head, as long as they see it. He was a three-year-old boy in open crotch pants despite his gray beard. These Ming prisoners of war are just one word, kill.

For a time, the soldiers and civilians of Jiannu on the street were piled up like a mountain, blood flowed and pestles, and the cry of the Jiannu people shook the sky.

In the city, the houses that were lit by fireworks, the smoke was billowing out, the fires were everywhere, spreading and expanding in the night wind, forming a raging sea of fire one after another, and countless Jiannu soldiers and civilians cried and ran in the sea of fire, trampling on each other, burning and trampling to death.

"The 100,000 troops of the Ming Dynasty entered the city, and they wanted to lay down their arms and surrender alive!"

"The 30,000 prisoners of war of the Ming Dynasty responded, wanting to lay down their arms and surrender alive!"

"The Great Ming God has descended, and if you want to live your life, you will lay down your arms and surrender!"

"Liaodong Han people, the time for revenge has come, take up arms and kill Jiannu!"

……

Some of the shrewd people among the prisoners of war even began to shout slogans and exaggerate the truth, causing greater psychological pressure in the hearts of the Houjin people. Morale is plummeting!

Soon, one to hundred, one hundred to ten.

The Jiannu army and the people did not argue the truth or falsehood, and they ran for their lives and increased the price by word of mouth. As a result, most of the Jiannu soldiers and the Houjin people believed it. As a result, the hearts of the people crumbled in the face of the threat of extinction, and there was little effective resistance.

The Ming prisoners of war began to become more and more courageous, winning victories one after another, expanding the results of the battle.

It didn't take long for other Han people in the city who were raped and bullied by Jiannu traitors to also collectively explode. They either picked up the weapons left behind by the fallen soldiers, or picked up sticks and farm tools, or lit torches, and joined the team to hunt down the Jiannu and set fires everywhere!

In the entire Shengjing City, the cry shook the sky, and the streets were full of blood.

It's just that this time it was Jiannu and their wives and children who were crying.

This is really 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi. A dog has his day!

The only Houjin force in this city that is still stubbornly fighting is the team led by Aisin Jueluo Azig in the palace.

Aisin Jueluo Azig (August 28, 1605 - November 28, 1651), the twelfth son of the Qing Emperor Nurhachi, the brother of Dolgon, and his mother was the eldest concubine Abahai.

Azig was a well-known general in the early Qing Dynasty. But he was a man who lacked wisdom and had a rough personality.

He wanted to fight back the team of prisoners of war in the city, but unfortunately Zhu Zilong in the sky had already been paying attention to him.

When his army was gathered from the palace, Zhu Zilong directly rewarded them with a small 2.75-foot aviation rocket from the sky.

Rumble!

After a loud bang, the twelfth son of Nurhachi flew directly into the air, took off and turned for three and a half weeks, with a difficulty coefficient of 3.0, and it is estimated that he can win a gold medal in gymnastics when he goes to the Olympics.

When he landed, only a hundred Houjin soldiers were missing to accompany him to the Western Heavens.

The other seriously injured and lightly wounded Houjin soldiers, their faces changed for a while, and they looked at the helicopter gunships in the sky, shouting that the gods were angry.

Then, there was no then, and the last Houjin confrontation force in the city also completely collapsed.

Of course, there were also some palace guards who tried to help Nurhachi's queen, concubines, daughters and granddaughters, as well as some of Nurhachi's children, to escape.

Because they were too scattered, Zhu Zilong didn't care about them in mid-air.

Of course, it's right not to care, no, they just went out of the palace not far from the Ming prisoners of war to find out.

After a round of fierce fighting, eight of Nurhachi's ten wives were caught on the spot, and only two ran away, and ran all the way to other directions with the rest of their families.

On the plane, Zhu Zilong's eyes clearly saw that the Ming prisoners of war immediately came up to watch, and only a hundred people seemed to be ready to ask for xxoo, Nuerhachi's eight wives.

Hehe, this is really, the ancestral hat of the Houjin Emperor is green.

On this night, what happened in Shengjing City, how many prisoners of war were killed, and how many Houjin women were xxoo, it is estimated that no one will remember it afterwards.

Every Ming prisoner of war only remembers that he is desperately killing.

Break into the house door to door, kill people wearing Jiannu uniforms, kill people with pigtail pigtails on their heads, and tear their clothes when they see Houjin's women, and go straight to xxoo.

The wives and daughters of countless Houjin people were stripped naked, tied together with ropes, and dragged out of the room like cattle, and held in a centralized manner.

The sound of slamming doors, slashing and whipping and the screams of the people of Jiannu resounded throughout the city, and the stench of blood filled the city, and there were mutilated corpses everywhere. In Shengjing City, in just one night, it has become the hell on earth for the Houjin people!

- (To be continued.) )