From the end of February to the present, Nanjing has been held for nearly three months, and the onslaught of 200,000 Qing troops day and night, regardless of casualties, still makes the hidden worry of insufficient troops in Nanjing become apparent. Bolo was no longer limited to a point of Jubaomen, but dispersed his forces, and suddenly stormed a certain point of Nanjing's city gate, the defenders in the city could only be exhausted by this, and Yan Yingyuan was also helpless. Under this circumstance, the outer city of Foning Gate, Gaoqiao Gate, Shangyuan Gate, and Fengtai Gate fell one after another. forced Yan Yingyuan, Li Yan and others to shrink their forces and defend the inner city.

Although the grain and grass stored in the city were sufficient, the gunpowder, bows, rolling logs and other things were consumed very quickly, so Shi Kefa personally led people to start demolishing the dilapidated houses in the fang market to temporarily replenish them. In addition to the task of transporting food and water for the soldiers and the people in the city, the old and weak women and children in the city also carried iron pots and wooden planks at home to the city to inspect the arrows that came in, and hundreds of people died every day.

The most important of these was the decreasing ammunition of artillery and firearms, and the Qing army's siege was beyond imagination, even Yan Yingyuan and Li Yan, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, were horrified. The Eight Banners Army drove the soldiers of the Green Battalion to rush up desperately, layer upon layer, with no end in sight, whenever the Green Battalion soldiers retreated slightly, the Eight Banners Army immediately swords, which also made the Green Battalion soldiers can only rush forward.

The weather is getting hotter, and the tight and brutal fighting makes both sides have no energy and time to gather the bodies of their soldiers, and the corpses accumulate layer by layer, and the fall of Shangyuanmen is because the height of the corpses has almost reached the vicinity of the battlements of the city courtyard. Only then was it conquered by the Qing army that poured up like a tide. Although such tactics caused heavy casualties to the Qing army, Bolo was unimpressed.

The dead were all green battalion soldiers, and there were not many elites of the Eight Banners. He wasn't going to spend it in this siege. Tunqi and Huaishun Wang Geng Zhongming persuaded many times, and now Nanjing has become a protracted trend, and if it continues like this, the Qing army may not be able to take Nanjing. However, Bolo regarded the offensive and defensive battle of Nanjing as his own shame, and the obedient king Kong Youde died in the city, more than ten famous and surnamed Eight Banner generals died, and nearly half of the deputy generals, staff generals, and assistant leaders of the Green Battalion were killed. The lower trumpets and generals have almost changed the officers. If he can't take the city of Nanjing, then after he goes back, what face will Bolo have to face Dorgon. Just such a large number of casualties. It was not something that he could afford as a Dorobelle.

What's more, the victory of Huguang made the Qing army occupy a strategic advantage in one fell swoop, and both Dolgon and the emperor had high hopes for this southward campaign. Now the armies of Wu Sangui and Hong Chengchou are fighting vigorously in Sichuan, Zhejiang, and Fujian. attracted the Ming army in the southwest and southeast provinces, and if the Ming people's capital could not be conquered at this time, then Bolo could only cut himself to thank the world.

It was also based on this idea that Bolo concluded that at this time, except for Lu Zhenfei's tens of thousands of Huaiyang soldiers and horses, the rest of the Ming army was attracted by Wu Sangui and Hong Chengchou, and could not mobilize troops to support Nanjing. There are only tens of thousands of Ming troops in Nanjing, and if they continue to be consumed like this, it will be enough to wipe them out.

The Qing army Wuzhen Chaoha was wiped out in Jubaomen. Kong Youde was also killed, and the Qing army had no artillery support. So Bolo used mortar cannons, which were relatively rudimentary, to bombard the city walls on a large scale. The mortar gun is light and flexible, but the power and range are sufficient, but the shooting accuracy has extremely high requirements for the gunner. However, Bolo's goal was the city walls and gates, and it didn't matter at this point. Mortar artillery specializes in stone and iron shells, and there are no flowering shells that hurt people with shrapnel.

The Ming army suffered from a lack of ammunition, and at this time it was no longer able to effectively counterattack the Qing army, so it could only allow the Qing army to bombard the city walls and gates of Nanjing with dozens of mortars.

Until now, the treasure gate is also crumbling, the gate of the urn city has fallen, and the Qing army has entered the urn city and started hand-to-hand combat with the Ming army. The sun gradually rose to the middle of the sky, splashing down the Yangguan, the whole city was like a steamer, the soldiers of the Qing army climbed up the city along the ladder continuously, but the Ming army in the city was less and less the more they fought.

At sunrise in the morning, the Qing army that invaded the outer city launched a fierce attack on Taipingmen, and Li Yan led the loyal battalion to support, but soon after, the elite of the two blue banners under Bolo led a large number of green battalion soldiers to attack Jubaomen, intending to make the Ming army unable to take care of each other. The defense of the treasure gate also became empty as a result.

The dozens of artillery pieces on the head of the city had already been dismantled and transported to the imperial city, and there was not much ammunition left, so when they had to do so, they could only defend the imperial city with limited firepower. Shi Kefa, Lu Jiude, and Zhu Hehata sent a group of young men in the city to the city to help in the battle, but it was obviously a drop in the bucket.

The iron shovel in Yan Yingyuan's hand was stained with blood and minced meat, and his arms gradually became sore, the iron shovel in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and every time he swung it, although he could knock down an enemy soldier, he himself was secretly complaining, and his eyes had even begun to blur.

The two white armors of the Qing army had already set their eyes on him, and when Yan Yingyuan was forced to retreat by a group of Qing troops and staggered, he suddenly swooped up from the left and right wings, and the tiger tooth knife and long-handled sickle in his hand flashed cold light and slashed towards Yan Yingyuan.

Chen Mingyu, who was not far away, could see it clearly, but because of the lack of soldiers, he couldn't come to the rescue for a while, so he had to shout "be careful", and at the same time took a few relatives to move closer to Yan Yingyuan desperately.

Yan Yingyuan also discovered the sneak attack of the two white armors, but at this time he was already in a state of exhaustion, and there were still several wounds on his body, large and small, and he could no longer defend himself freely and in time between his weak steps, so he could only blindly wave the iron wedge in his hand, and finally swept away the weapons of the two white armors.

But one of the white armors, the long-handled sickle in his hand was a false move, and the iron bone duo wrapped around his back had already been pulled out in his left hand, and between the shakes of his hand, an iron bone duo the size of a fist had been thrown out of the iron chain and went straight to Yan Yingyuan's chest.

At this time, Yan Yingyuan had no way to avoid it, so he could only dodge to the side with his best efforts, but his left shoulder was sturdy and hit by the iron bone duo, and the spikes on the iron bone duo immediately ripped off a piece of skin and flesh, and the huge impact also made Yan Yingyuan's body fly backwards suddenly, smashing heavily on the pillar of the dysprosium behind him.

"Reiheng!" Chen Mingyu was shocked, but more than ten steps away, but there was no less than a hundred people in the scuffle, between the swords and swords, and the flesh and blood flying, Chen Mingyu could only watch Yan Yingyuan spurt out a mouthful of blood in the air.

The eyes of the two white armors showed a light of excitement, it was obvious that the Ming generals in front of them were not of low grade, and many Ming soldiers and soldiers were desperately killing here under the pillars of the Dysprosium Tower, and more Qing soldiers blocked them. The two of them laughed evilly, raised the tiger tooth knife and long-handled sickle in their respective hands, and pressed towards Yan Yingyuan step by step.

Yan Yingyuan leaned weakly on the pillars, the strength of his body seemed to be drained in an instant, the iron shovel fell to the side, and the wind blew, as if he was also screaming.

But a white figure jumped out of thin air from the window of the Dysprosium Tower, and the two white-armored soldiers were caught off guard, among which the person with the tiger tooth knife was pounced, and his body immediately fell backwards, but the white figure raised his right hand, and the crossbow was fired in response, and there was a soft sound, and the white-armored white armor who was dancing a long-handled sickle was suddenly screaming loudly.

Although the white-armored soldier with the tiger tooth knife fell to the ground, his reaction was extremely fast, his right hand flipped, and the tiger tooth knife slashed from the bottom to the top, and the white figure's right hand was broken in response, and the entire right hand was completely cut off, and the hand was still tightly held the hand crossbow, and he never let go for a moment.

Although one hand was cut off, the white figure was unconscious, and the left hand quickly slid out of the sleeve with a dagger, and the right arm turned around, tightly strangling the neck of the white-armored soldier, while the left hand stabbed the dagger deeply into the white-armored soldier's two-piece armored body.

The dagger entered the flesh, and the pain in the heart struck, and the white-armored soldier wailed loudly, and the tiger tooth knife in his hand immediately returned, and slashed heavily at the back of the white figure, but the white figure seemed to feel no pain, and his left hand was still stabbing until the white-armored soldier was lifeless and died.

"Liu Mao!" Yan Yingyuan not only shouted loudly, but at this time, Liu Mao seemed to be deaf, and he just kept stabbing the dagger into the body of the white-armored soldier who had been killed.

Yan Yingyuan shouted, suddenly stood up from the ground, picked up the iron shovel, and with a wave of his hand, he smashed the head of the white-armored soldier who was blinded, and then rushed to Liu Mao's side and snatched the dagger in his hand. Liu Mao's back was slashed several times by the tiger tooth knife of the white armor soldier, the skin and flesh were turned over, the blood was gushing like a spring, even the backbone was broken, and the broken bone residue was faintly visible in the flesh and blood.

At this time, Chen Mingyu finally rushed over with his own soldiers and firmly guarded Yan Yingyuan in the center. Yan Yingyuan cautiously turned Liu Mao around and held him in his arms, but found that Liu Mao's face was full of smiles, but his eyes were already a little sloppy.

"General Yan, I killed three more Tartars today, count this, it's already twelve, you say, Brother Chen Ting is in the spirit of the sky, will you blame me?"

Yan Yingyuan exchanged tears, holding Liu Mao's gradually cold body for a while, he didn't know what to say, and just repeated a sentence in his mouth: "You and Chen Ting are both good men, and we are both good sons of Jiangyin!" ”

Liu Mao in his arms didn't say a word, and when Yan Yingyuan looked at it, his eyes were still looking at the vast blue sky through layers of gunsmoke, and the smile on the corner of his mouth revealed incomparable ease and happiness.

Yan Yingyuan cautiously handed over Liu Mao's body to the guards, he suddenly stood up, looked at the soldiers around him, in the distance, the soldiers and horses of the Qing army entering the city were chaotic, and he heard the surprise shouts of the Ming soldiers: "General Wang Tingchen has led troops to help, brothers, drive the Tartars down the city!" ”

Wang Tingchen was shirtless, wielding a Xuanhua axe in his hand, where he passed, the Qing soldiers broke their bones and tendons, and their flesh and blood flew sideways, and behind him were Shi Kefa, Lu Jiude's officials in the city, the noble family members, and personal soldiers, there were as many as a thousand people, and as soon as they landed in the city, the tide of the war was reversed.

Yan Yingyuan clenched the iron shovel in his hand, and was just about to call on all the Ming soldiers to work together and fight again.

Suddenly there was a familiar horn sound in the distant sky, majestic and far-reaching, and the pride shook the sky. (To be continued......)