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If it continues, more and more Eight Banner soldiers will burst into the city, and with their combat effectiveness, the rural soldiers in the city will not be able to resist it at all, so Jiangyin is in danger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hook and sickle!" Looking at the situation in front of him, Yan Yingyuan decisively ordered.

Following Yan Yingyuan's order, two township soldiers holding hook and sickle spears jumped out and stretched out their long hook and sickle spears to hook the calves of the Eight Banners.

Huerlu was dealing with the Ming army's weapons attacking from all sides, when he felt his calves tighten, and two strong forces were pulling his legs, and when he looked down, he saw two hooked sickles hooking his ankles. Wielding a mace to smash, the hook and sickle gun is too low to bend down. The armor of Huerlu's whole body weighs nearly 100 catties, how can it be so easy to bend over! So he ignored it and went to deal with the knives and guns that stretched out from all directions.

The two township soldiers pulled the guns and exerted their strength, but they were shocked to find that they couldn't hook the Eight Banners soldiers opposite, so a few more township soldiers came up and hugged their waists together.

Hurru felt that the strength of pulling his legs was getting stronger and stronger, and his body had a tendency to fall forward, so he had to bend down and try to break the hook and sickle shaft that hooked his ankle, and at this moment, two more hook and sickle guns reached out and hooked Hurru's two arms respectively.

Both legs and hands were hooked with hook and sickle, and Khurru was shocked to find that he could not move even with all his strength.

"Prick him in the throat!" A village officer shouted, and as he spoke, several pikemen raised their spears and stabbed them at Hurru's throat.

"Ah!!h Hurru roared wildly, staring at the brass bell-like eyes, watching the sharp blades get closer and closer, his head twisting rapidly, but he couldn't dodge the stinging of a few spears.

With a "poof", with the piercing of the spear, the stinky dark red blood rushed out, and the huge body of the Huerlu bear could no longer stand, and fell to the ground with a "poof".

"Sure enough, you have to use a hook and sickle to deal with Houjin Bing, or Yue Wumu is wise!" Yan Yingyuan smiled. He is well-read and has a strong memory, so he naturally knows that Song Yuefei used a hook and sickle to break the old story of the Jin soldiers' abduction of horses, and after coming to Jiangyin, he ordered to make a batch of hook and sickle guns, and now it really comes in handy.

Seeing that the most ferocious Eight Banners soldiers were killed, the morale of the other township soldiers was greatly shaken, and they did everything to deal with the Eight Banners soldiers who climbed up to the top of the city. first hooked the limbs of the Eight Banners, and then stabbed the Eight Banners' exposed necks and eyes with sharp blades. Soon, several Eight Banner soldiers who broke into the city were killed one after another.

One villager chopped off Kullu's head with a steel knife, and several other townsmen worked together to lift Khurlu's body and drop it from the battlement.

"That's the Collar of Khurruzo!" Although the head was gone, the identity of the corpse could still be identified from the distinctive armor, and the other Eight Banners soldiers who had not yet climbed the city were suddenly panicked.

Even Huerlu, who had the title of "Baturu", died at the head of the city, wouldn't it be in vain to go up by himself, and the remaining Eight Banners soldiers gave up continuing to attack the city and returned to the position with Huerlu's body.

"Stop the siege!" Looking at the headless corpse of Kuerlu, Li Shutai's face was gloomy like water.

Although Hu Erlu is only a small leader, but he is the most authentic Manchurian, he is the servant of Prince Yu Duoduo, and he is a famous warrior in the army.

Unlike the depressed Li Shutai, the head of Jiangyin City burst into joy.

Although today's siege caused great losses to the villagers, they repelled the siege of tens of thousands of Qing soldiers and cut off the heads of several Eight Banner soldiers, which was enough to make them excited.

Several heads were passed around the city, and the villagers were judging their heads and commenting excitedly on the hideousness of their faces and the ugliness of their money rat-tails.

Large vats of rice were delivered from the city one after another, and the villagers picked up bowls on the bloodstained battlefield and ate them sweetly.

Yan Yingyuan inspected the battlefield at the head of the city under the escort of several personal guards, and after watching the medical treatment of the wounded, Fang sat down on a horse and began to eat.

Unlike the excited villagers, Yan Yingyuan's mood was very heavy.

In just one day of fighting, more than 400 people were killed and wounded, and there will be more brutal battles waiting in the future. Fortunately, with Chongming's assistance, the materials in the city are quite sufficient, and Chongming's reinforcements are not far from Jingjiang Island, which makes Yan Yingyuan more confident in his heart and can continue to hold on.

"Report, Lord Yan, there is a Qing soldier envoy under the city called the city!" A villager came to report.

Yan Yingyuan put down his rice bowl, lay down on the battlement and looked down, just outside the city, a Qing soldier was desperately waving the white flag in his hand.

"Let him come over and see what Qinggou wants to do?" Yan Yingyuan said in a deep voice.

With the permission of the Ming army at the head of the city, the Qing soldier crossed the moat tremblingly, sat in a huge bamboo basket and was pulled up to the head of the city.

"Yang Can, the general of the Xiaguan Green Battalion, has seen Master Dianshi." The person who came was wearing the clothes of a green battalion soldier, and when he went to the city, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Yan Yingyuan.

"Oh, do you know me?" Yan Yingyuan asked.

"Lord Huidian Shi, Xiaguan was originally a subordinate of Jiang bandit Gu San Mazi, and you personally led troops to encircle and suppress us." Yang Can replied respectfully.

"What about Gu San Mazi? Did he also surrender to the Manchus? Yan Yingyuan asked.

Gu San Mazi is a well-known Jiang bandit, with hundreds of bandits under him, and often harasses Su Songchang everywhere, Yan Yingyuan once led people to encircle and suppress them when he was doing a classic history in Jiangyin before.

"That's not true," Yang Can said a little embarrassed, "Our big boss refuses to surrender to the Qing Dynasty, and plans to take us to rescue Jiangyin, who knows that he was scattered by the Qing soldiers in Changzhou, and the big boss doesn't know where to go." ”

"Gu San Mazi is quite a man," Yan Yingyuan praised, looked at Yang Can with disdain and asked, "Say, what did your Manchu master let you do?" ”

"This is a letter from Li Dutong." Yang Can took out a letter from his arms and raised his hands respectfully.

A personal guard took the letter from Yang Can, tore open the envelope, and handed the letter to Yan Yingyuan.

Yan Yingyuan glanced at the letter paper and couldn't help but sneer.

"Brother Yan, what did the dog tartar say?" Chen Mingyu, who rushed to hear the news, hurriedly asked.

"Qinggou wants to spend silver to buy the head of the dead Tartar," Yan Yingyuan said, handing the letter to Chen Mingyu.

"Phew, it's a dream!" Chen Mingyu looked at the letter paper and scolded.

"What are we doing with useless things, it's better to sell them to Tartar for silver taels to reward the brothers." Yan Yingyuan said with a smile, "But one thousand taels of silver is too little, you go back and tell your Manchu master that if you want to exchange it for the head of this Baturu Huerlu, it will cost at least three thousand taels of silver!" ”