On the gravel-strewn streets, soldiers of the Ming Empire with weapons lined up in a neat line, passing majestically through the terrified eyes of the locals. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThey are the conquerors here, or rather, they have reclaimed ownership of this place after many years.

Changchun, the city where the rebels first rose, has also been repaired to a certain extent with the development of the rebels. However, because the financial revenue of the entire Liaodong was very limited after the rebellion, there were few decent things here except for a few countries that had malicious intentions to build a few arsenals against the Ming Dynasty.

What's more, even if it is a factory, compared to Anshan and Benxi, Liaoyang, which are made of local materials, the production conditions here are not very good. So as time passed, the impression that this place gave everyone was only the title of a rebel puppet capital.

Of course, this is not the city that the rebels have been running for the longest time, and compared to areas such as Haicheng and Anshan, which have been completely fortified, there is no essential difference between this place and twenty years ago. In addition to the steaming craters in the streets, the streets were full of unarmed people.

Most of these people have never seen a new car, and their impression of such a fashionable thing is still stuck in the open-top slow antique cars that came from Japan a few years ago. But when these cars equipped for the army of the Ming Empire appeared on the streets and alleys, curious children began to have the courage to stop and watch these vehicles without horses.

"That so-called pseudo-palace hasn't hung a white flag yet?" A regimental commander looked at the signal corpsmen who had come to deliver the message with an expression of disbelief. Half an hour ago, he was ordered to surround the Changchun Puppet Palace, which was still not disarmed, but about 200 guards and some officers inside refused to put down their weapons and opened fire on the Ming soldiers across the street.

"It's not that the opportunity has not been given to them, since these fools want to die, let them be fulfilled! Let the tanks cover the infantry and start the attack! The regimental commander looked at the large "manor" in the distance, which had been destroyed by the shells, and gave the order to attack with some impatience.

He didn't have any idea of protecting the building, since the people inside refused to surrender, then he had to carry out the task of his superiors, take back the land belonging to the Ming Empire, and plant the royal flag of the Ming Empire.

So in the corners of the surrounding buildings, when the locals could still be vaguely seen, the soldiers of the Ming Empire performed a classic attack on the enemy's fortified area in front of these people.

The first to attack was the three new Improved No. 1 tanks that had just been assigned to this armored regiment, and the three tanks lined up and advanced on the road to the main entrance of this puppet palace, and then fired a whole magazine of 20 mm machine gun shells into the building.

The impact caused the entire building to tremble, and the rooms on the first and second floors of the bullet immediately filled with white smoke. The windows, which had been piled up with sandbags as shelter, were smashed to pieces, and the sandbags collapsed piecemeal, falling out of the house and inside the windows.

The rebel palace guards who had been holding on to these buildings had been attacked by a storm, and they were knocked down by flying cannonballs and crumbling stones across the walls, and fell to the otherwise decent smooth stone floor, allowing blood to spread on the rubble floor.

Before the rebels on the higher floors could react, the Ming soldiers climbed over the courtyard wall that had been blown down by shells and began to charge the building, and a rebel machine gun on the second floor opened fire without hesitation, knocking the two Ming soldiers who followed over the collapsed wall.

Then the Ming army's machine gun positions on the roofs of the houses were responsible for cover, and the Ming army's machine gun positions on the roofs of the houses let out a roar, and tracer bullets flew over the street like raindrops, and sprinkled towards the rebel puppet palace opposite, the bullets shattered the glass, knocked over the rebel gunmen in the windows, and smashed the beautiful window edges into pieces, flying everywhere.

More Ming soldiers rushed across the lawn and into the building, and a fierce gunfight broke out inside the staircase, and dense gunfire was heard. However, after only a few minutes, the sound gradually subsided, and the surrounding civilians gradually increased, everyone looked curiously at the steel monster that could fire shells continuously, and looked at the number of the representative troops sprayed on it and the Ming soldiers leaning against the tank to take cover.

Except for a few vigilant guns, no one paid attention to these daring locals, and the fighting in the corridor continued, although the resistance in the building was completely out of shape, but the more time it came, the more people didn't want to be killed by stray bullets......

More than a dozen soldiers carrying a huge Ming Empire flag walked quickly across the lawn in front of the building, leaning against the concrete flag-raising platform on the small square in front of the building. They unfurled the flag, and then the two soldiers quickly crossed the flag-raising platform and began to lower the "Golden Flag" hanging on it, which was already full of holes.

Then, under the cover of more than a dozen rifles, the two soldiers emboldened themselves and began to tie the royal flag of the Ming Empire to the rope of the flagpole. Then the two men hunched their waists, cautiously, and in this unsightly posture, raised this huge royal flag to the top of this flagpole.

Just as they were raising the flag, a grenade explosion suddenly burst out of a window on the second floor of the puppet palace building in front of them. The huge explosion splashed the window edge and some debris, and fell to the lawn not far from the flag-raising platform, so frightened that all the soldiers hurriedly fell to the ground with the steel helmets above their heads. The whole flag-raising ceremony was forced to be interrupted, and everyone looked nervously at those dangerous places, waiting for a long time before getting up from the ground and continuing to do the work at hand.

"Suddenly! Dodo! The distinctive voice of the submachine gun in the hands of the soldiers of the Ming Empire came out, accompanied by the screams of the enemy soldiers who echoed in the corridor when they were shot, like a symphony, spiraling and rising for a long time. It's just that this symphony is accompanied not by flowers and applause, but by blood and killing.

"Protect the Emperor! Get on the bayonet! In the basement, Ye He Haozhe, the last monarch of the Jin State who had just been proclaimed emperor for a few days, was guarded by a large group of rebel soldiers, but they had no possibility of breaking through or escaping.

This can be regarded as the most elite army in the Jin Kingdom, although the so-called Zhenghuang Banner heavy armor soldiers who are really elite have perished in Xinbin City quietly with the surrender of Ye He Haolian. This unit, which had a money rattail and was incompatible with the style of the modern army, had not had time to go to the battlefield and die like his colleagues with yellow flags, and became a prisoner of war of the new army of the Ming Empire on the battlefield in Liaodong.

And these palace guards can be regarded as the last strength in Ye He Haozhe's hands, their combat effectiveness is not necessarily so terrifying, but they are better in terms of loyalty. It's a pity that when these soldiers faced the soldiers of the Ming Empire who poured in like a tide, there was no way to hold their own positions.

"What about the Prime Minister? And the Minister of the Guard? And what about those guys in the Military Aircraft Division? Ye He Haozhe panicked and yelled at the personal servant beside him: "Didn't they say that as long as they sell my father, Da Ming will not attack him soon?" Now the army of the Ming Dynasty is outside, what about them? ”

"Oh, my majesty! When is it time that you still care about looking for those idiots? Now we have to find a way to get out of here...... "The slave who was grabbed by the collar was also in a big mess, and said what he didn't dare to say or say in the past, according to his identity.

"Run? Where am I running now? Outside this corridor is full of soldiers from the Ming Empire, even if I run out, where can I run to? Ye He Haozhe threw away the servant's collar and pointed to the door and shouted hoarsely, "Aren't you a loyal minister? You go and lead the troops, rush out! I'm rewarded! ”

It has only been a few days since he usurped power from his father, and at this time, he is in a hurry, and no one can handle his own shelf. So Ye Hehao forgot to call himself "I" in a hurry, and directly called me as a self-proclaimed. But there were so many people present, and there was no one to remind him.

At this time, where would anyone dare to rush out and fight the Ming army? In the narrow corridors and inside the buildings, the Ming army's submachine guns were obviously much better than the rebels' weapons. The servant fled to the corner, and the crying father and mother waved his hand to show that he was unwilling to take the errand.

Before the furious Yehe Haozhe could deal with this servant who had been frightened, there were bursts of cheers outside, and these rebel soldiers hiding in the basement didn't know what had happened, you look at me, I look at you, I can only wait for the people above the stairs to send back the news.

"What's the sound outside? What's the sound outside? Reinforcements are coming? Are we saved? Stretching out his already trembling hand, Ye Hehaozhe's mind was full of fantasies. He suddenly felt that maybe his ministers had not abandoned him yet, and brought troops to kill him and relieve him.

It's a pity that before he could complete a beautiful dream, this short dream was shattered. A tattered soldier rushed into the innermost basement cellar, leaning against the doorframe and gasping for breath, as he reported in a wailing voice: "Your Majesty...... Emperor...... Outside, the Ming army burned our flags...... Raised the royal flag of the Ming Dynasty! (To be continued.) )