Little by little, the sun is setting.

Zheng Zunqian stared straight at the head of the city, his whole body stiffened, as if he was being pointed at by a martial arts master.

The corpses under the city wall of Xuyi are all over the place, and now there is no need to carry corpse boats, and the general soldiers are red-eyed, and the soldiers are also red-eyed.

Outside the moat of Dongcheng, Sun Zhijing's face was covered with a layer of clouds. Every slight change in the battlefield could not escape his eyes.

Zheng Zunqian was crazy, Zheng Zunqian's army was crazy, so the Ming army near the battlefield in both areas was crazy.

The formation of the soldiers was not as tight as it was in the morning. The gunners were no longer even hidden behind the iron shield, they unscrupulously exposed their upper bodies to aim at the head of the city, pulled the trigger, and then watched the brains of the Qing soldiers at the head of the city burst.

"What the hell is this fighting," Sun Zhijing couldn't help but burst out foul. If Zheng Zunqian doesn't give up, he can't give up, otherwise, that military order is a butcher's knife around his neck.

Is it worth it to kill so many people just to capture a county seat?

He couldn't quarrel with Zheng Zunqian and expose the contradictions, so he could only let Zheng Zunqian's will envelop the entire battlefield.

"Before sunset," Sun Zhijing turned his face to the west, and the sunset was still a stroke away from the ground. He foamed at the mouth and spat on the ground like a nail.

Another hour.

The fiery red sun was only a few fists away from the mountains on the horizon.

More and more Ming troops ascended to the top of the city, and the battle lasted for half a night and a day, and even the defenders were depleted with tung oil and dung water.

I don't know when Zheng Zunqian changed his posture. He walked back and forth in a radius of about a zhang uneasily, dancing with his hands, and the expression on his face was as excited as drinking liquor: "Climb up, climb up for Lao Tzu"

The soldiers of the two sides were slashing at the head of Xuyi City, and from time to time someone was pushed and fell down on the corpse that had accumulated a thick layer at the base of the wall.

Both the offensive and defensive sides were at the end of their strong crossbows, and Zheng Zunqian's afterglow skimmed the wounded soldiers who had just withdrawn from the battlefield. There were no more prepared soldiers in his battalion, and if this wave of offensive did not work, he would have to throw in the towel.

After losing nearly thirty percent of his soldiers and failing to capture Xuyi County, if this battle report was sent to the military department and the general's mansion, he would have no hope of being promoted to general in his life.

The Qing captives at the head of the city were in a dying struggle, and new recruits were constantly coming up, and some of the recruits were wearing the clothes of the people, and they should be strong men in the city.

The impasse at the head of the city is in a fragile equilibrium, like a fragile withered grass, sometimes to the east and sometimes to the west. The final outcome depends on the willpower of the soldiers on both sides and the determination of the commanders.

Zheng Zunqian has pressed all the capital, unless the Ming army breaks up on its own, he will not only not withdraw his troops, but also hold a sword to guard the pontoon bridge to supervise the battle.

The iron artillery stopped, the Ming army had not yet attacked the fort, and the gunners of the Qing soldiers fled at some point, and not everyone could see death as home.

The setting sun finally met the mountain pack that rose on the horizon.

There was still golden sunlight at the head of Xuyi City, and the Ming army camp was already shrouded in the shadows of night.

"Broken City"

The cheers were small at first, but soon spread throughout the city, tired, uplifted, and joyful.

The regular soldiers, who had fought for several more years, finally survived the strong men who were rushed to the battlefield in Xuyi City.

In the clairvoyant mirror, Zheng Zunqian saw a Ming army swinging seven or eight knives to cut down the "Qing" banner on the south gate tower, and then took the "Ming" flag handed over by his companion and planted it in the same position.

The south gate of the city suddenly opened from the inside, and the soldiers of the government swarmed in with their sharp blades.

Zheng Zunqian crossed his hands on his hips, chattered endlessly, foamed at the mouth, and scolded: "Damn, Lao Tzu has even captured Hangzhou City, and he will still plant his head under the small Xuyi City."

He didn't remember that he hadn't participated in the battle to recover Hangzhou at all.

Before sunset, the Ming army broke through the city.

Sun Zhijing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but there was no excessive excitement.

In this battle, the two armies lost 30% of their strength. If every county had to work so hard, the Northern Expedition would have been more difficult than expected.

Zheng Zunqian couldn't wait to urge the horse to enter the city from the south gate. The fighting in the city has not completely subsided, and the Ming army is besieging the last stronghold of the Qing captives - the county government.

The streets were littered with corpses, mostly the clothes of ordinary people. This battle was fought too hard, the Ming army suffered heavy casualties, and the killing intent of the soldiers was all aroused.

The Ming army entered the city and waved a knife all the way, and met along the way, not to distinguish who it was, and a knife was in the net. Most of the people who hid in their homes and blocked the gate escaped, and whoever dared to appear on the street, even if they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, could not escape death.

The ecstasy after the destruction of the city was mixed with the revenge caused by the tragic death of his companions, and the soldiers forgot all the military discipline to Yu Jingjing, including Zheng Zunqian, but not Sun Zhijing.

Sun Zhijing entered the city later than Zheng Zunqian, and as soon as he entered the city, he immediately ordered his soldiers to hold the order flag to maintain order. At this time, except for the Ming army, there were no living people on the streets of Xuyi City.

The battle of the county government was also over, and when he heard that more than two dozen leaders had been captured, Sun Zhijing hurried over.

Several streets away, he saw Zheng Zunqian standing on the open ground at the entrance of the county office, and the Ming soldiers were escorting people from the county office.

Sun Zhijing walked closer and saw an old man with a white beard being escorted to Zheng Zunqian.

Zheng Zunqian knew that Sun Zhijing was coming, and turned around and explained: "This is Xuyi's county order" He turned his head and asked the old man: "You are Zhu Zezheng?" ”

The old man straightened his neck, held his head high and said, "Not bad"

Zheng Zunqian scolded: "You are a native of Xuyi and a Han Chinese, when my Wang Shi arrived, you did not surrender the city, but stubbornly resisted, is your brain case broken?" He was also distressed that his subordinates had suffered heavy losses, and his scolding had lost his usual level.

The old man said: "I am the commander of Xuyi County in the Qing Dynasty, and I just hate that I can't hold this city."

Zheng Zunqian hated that the Han defenders in the city were far superior to the Jurchens, and as soon as he entered the city, he found a few prisoners for interrogation, and learned that the Han army in Xuyi City was summoned by the county commander Zhu Zezheng. Zhu Zezheng is a local, and the Zhu family is a big family, and he has a lot of prestige in Xuyi, and he scattered his family wealth to raise local strong men to defend the city, which made the Ming army suffer enough. Otherwise, relying only on the 508 banners stationed in the city, Xuyi County may really be able to fight in a battle.

"Okay, good" Zheng Zunqian said three good words in a row, gritting his teeth, "I heard that your Zhu family is in the city, so I will let the family accompany you to be loyal to the Manchu Emperor." ”

He waved his hand to the side and ordered: "Slaughter the Zhu family for me"

Sun Zhijing was just about to stop it, but Zhu Zezheng's face distorted and said, "Aren't you claiming to be the king?" Even the old and weak women and children did not let go, and they dared to be called the king's teacher. ”

"I'm bah" Zheng Zunqian nailed him in the face with a mouthful of spit, "If you kill your family, you won't be a king?" Lao Tzu is going to slaughter your Zhu family in Yu Jing"

After obeying the order, the soldiers screamed and ran out like chicken blood. Now the four gates of Xuyi are controlled by the Ming army, and the people in the city are unable to fly.

Zhu Zezheng suddenly broke free and pounced on Zheng Zunqian like crazy.

Zheng Zunqian put a leather boot on the old man's knee and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, I still think you are not afraid."

Sun Zhijing waited for Zheng Zunqian to calm down a little, and the novel persuaded: "Perform respectfully, the court has an order, and the people must not be slaughtered after the city is broken." ”

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