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On the twelfth day, Feng Qin quietly carved a mark on the rock in front of him with a knife.

The twelve knife marks are lined up, and the length, depth, and even distance between each two knife marks are exactly the same.

The barracks under the mountain are continuous, and the banners of the Han Eight Banners, the Mongols and the Jurchens are swaying in the wind. More than 10,000 Mongols and Han Chinese, from soldiers armed with swords and arrows to people carrying shoulders and shoulders, carried earth and rocks from the side of the mountain not far away to pile up earth. According to the current accumulation degree, in another four or five days, these earthworks will be able to reach the height of 60% of Hanzhai.

That's when the real test will be! Feng Qin held the bluestone in front of him, and the bluestone exposed to the scorching sun was a little hot.

Except for Feng Qin himself, no one was able to hold Hanzhai for twelve days.

At the foot of the mountain, Dudu tilted his head, and Dolgon stood beside him. Eight days ago, he was relieved of the position of commander of the siege, and was severely reprimanded by Huang Taiji, and now he saw that Dolgon, who was famous for his good fighting, was also at a loss, and his heart was secretly happy.

Three or four horsemen in yellow coats galloped from near and far.

"Your Majesty has sent someone to inquire about the battle situation!" Du Du lowered his voice to remind. No matter what he thought in his heart, he didn't dare to show the slightest hint of bad luck that touched Dorgon.

Dolgon's brow twitched, and he turned back to the camp. Now he didn't want to fill that mountain road with corpses anymore, but hoped that the earth would be higher and higher day by day. In a few days, the iron cannon will be able to move up and bombard the pass.

Huang Taiji's own soldiers would come every day to inquire about the battle, like a nail nailed to Dorgon's back on time. Now the people of the steppe are staring at him, the Mongols and the Han Chinese, and those in the camp do not know whether they really hope that the Jurchens will be defeated, or whether they are secretly cursing them for defeat.

"Five days later, when the iron cannon can bombard the cottage, the destruction of the village is in front of you!" Dolgon's words were vague, and he wasn't 100% sure.

"His Majesty ordered to break the village as soon as possible!" The cavalry in the yellow coat left as punctual as they came.

"Wait!" Dolgon stopped, took out a piece of paper the size of two palms from his bosom, folded it, put it in a bamboo tube and handed it over, and said, "Please bring this to Your Majesty!"

"What is this?"

"The inscription that fell from the top of the mountain!" Dolgon's face was gloomy. He had never been insulted like this, and with this inscription, he would also swear to capture this village.

The Hanzhai seemed to have completely attracted the attention of the Qing army, and scouts and cavalry patrolled both inside and outside the loop, and some of the bold scouts on both sides even tried to swim across the river to check the military situation on the other side. Huang Taiji seemed to have given up the plan to cross the river, and let the pile of firearms prepared by Wen Linzhu's sailors become an ornament.

In the camp, Huang Taiji was as steady as Mount Tai, and he did not show any impatience or restlessness.

The soldiers who went to the Hanzhai camp to supervise the battle returned, and after reporting the military situation, they presented Dolgon's letter bucket.

"The Jurchen savage Nurhachi, who was once favored by the Ming Dynasty, did not think of reciprocating, and committed rebellion. His son Huang Taiji was brazen, did not know his ancestors, and vainly claimed to be the queen of the Mongolian fierce brother Timur. The Ming Dynasty and Mongolia could not bear it, and the Ming Dynasty General Zhai Zhe and the Mongolian Great Khan Ezhe joined hands to behead Yue and entrust him to naturalization as a warning. Today, the Qing Dynasty chieftain Huang Taiji did not repent, and raised troops to invade the territory, and Helinger was the place where he died. The Mongolian tribes were deceived by it, and if they did not repent, they would regret it when the day when the swords entered Modong. ”

Correct small block font, with the corresponding Mongolian text underneath.

The ancient well, which has been tempered by Emperor Rentaiji's state of mind for many years, has no waves, and there is also a trace of ripples at this moment.

"Hannu really doesn't know whether to live or die!" The anger went up, but after a few moments, it slowly dissipated.

"This was thrown down from the Han Village?"

"Exactly!" The soldier replied: "Prince Rui said that a total of two hundred and forty-two sheets were sprinkled, and the rest were confiscated and burned, leaving only one here." ”

"Sure enough, it's the most poisonous person who can't read!" Huang Taiji crumpled the piece of paper in his hand into a paper ball and threw it on the desk. This is an obvious trap, and he wants to resolutely attack this cottage, but he has no escape. The murderer of Yue Tuo and Chechen Khan is in front of him, and if he leaves Hanzhai and invades Moxi, he will definitely lose the morale of the army.

This letter was written by Wang Yi, and it was copied and sprinkled down the mountain. In addition to insulting Nurhachi and Huang Taiji, he revealed the news that the Ming cavalry might sneak attack the Modong grassland according to Zhai Zhe's instructions, so that the Modong Mongolian cavalry was concerned about the nest and had no intention of fighting. After these days, news of the raid on Zasaktu Khan's tribe spread throughout the steppe.

"If you want me to capture this village, then do as you wish!" Huang Taiji seemed to be enraged, and seemed to see the plot of the people in the Han village. He would not have crossed the river into the loop with a large army without burning those ships. Not to mention that the blockade of the river by warships would cut off the soldiers and horses who crossed the river first, and the cavalry of the Hetao grassland might not be able to withstand the half-crossing attack. But if you want to put him in a dilemma, that's not his style.

Five days later.

Hetao grassland.

The cavalry left behind the ravines and ravines, and the defenders of Yulinwei sent Zhai Zhe and the others out of the fortress with curious eyes, where there were tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry.

Less than ten miles into the grassland, there were Mongolian scouts who came to peep, and some of the cavalry could speak Mongolian and inform the patrol soldiers of Zhai Zhe's intention.

Half an hour after the briefing, two columns of cavalry galloped across the flat steppe, and the banner of the Great Khan waved in the wind.

This is the first time that Zhai Zhe and Ezhe have met in three months, and Omubu Khan seems to have a thousand words to ask.

"I have something important to discuss with you, but not now!" Zhai Zhe waved his hand to stop the intention of the two to speak, "I'm going to Hanzhai." ”

"Hanzhai is stable!" Ezhe gave Zhai Zhe a reassurance.

"That's the best, I'm going to cross the river today, and I'll discuss big things when I come back!" Only by seeing Zhai Zhe with his own eyes can he feel at ease. He is now the envoy of the Governor of Xuanda to Mongolia, and his voice is very different from before.

Only then did he walk to the intersection of the Tumao River and the Yellow River, and heard the sound of cannons echoing in the mountains in the distance, Zhai Zhe's heart shook for no reason.

The navy of Junzijin Ferry mobilized four large ships and more than 20 small boats to reach the shore, Zhai Zhe ordered the cavalry to cross the river first, leaving two hundred personal soldiers to guard the supplies, and he led two thousand cavalry to gallop to the grassland separated by the Tumao River opposite Hanzhai.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The sound of artillery was intensive, and it had been intermittent for a day under the Han Village.

It took Dolgon ten days, with the help of the raised hillside, to finally establish a battery that would allow artillery to attack the fortress of the mountain pass. Iron balls and gunpowder are inexhaustible, and in the past few days, Kong Youde has seen the tragic casualties of the soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty when they attacked the mountain, and he was secretly glad that he was commanding an artillery battalion.

The position of the artillery was twenty or thirty zhang lower than that of Hanzhai, and many iron balls flew up to the top of the mountain and fell from the sky. The iron ball swept wildly, and after being stained, it could cause the stump to be broken, and the brain to burst. Most of the iron balls hit the side of the unprotected wall of the battlement, stirring up a cloud of rubble. The panicked shouts of the mountain Hannu only sounded for a while before they were suppressed by the guards, and Feng Qin would never allow panic in the cottage. If you are really panicked, you can't come out, because this kind of thing is contagious.

There was nothing on the flat hill to stop the danger from the air, and the soldiers of the garrison commanded the Hannu to huddle behind a few rows of houses, and not to show their heads. After half a month of tempering the offensive and defensive battles, the Han slaves were not as flustered as they were at the beginning, although they were still inevitably stumbling.

Kong Youde adjusted the angle of the cannon according to the position where the iron ball hit, the only regret was that there were too few iron cannons brought this time, and he had to stop and wait for the barrel to cool down after half an hour of bombardment, otherwise there would be a danger of exploding. The artillery was aimed not only at the fortress, but also at the battlements along the edge of the cliff. Rows of rolling wood thunder stones are placed according to the battlements, and the guards on the mountain only need to push a few times to smash the aisle under the mountain.

There was not a single defender at the battlement and the head of the wall at the time of the shelling, and it was too dangerous to stay there.

At the foot of the mountain, the Jurchen armor was eager to try, and this blow to Dorgon was inevitable, so five hundred elites were mobilized from the Zhengbai Banner to fight in the front.

The artillery does not stop, "Attack the mountain!" Dolgon waved his hand and ordered, he would rather accept the danger of being injured by mistake than bear the boulder above his head. Thinking of the onslaught a dozen days ago, it was a nightmare.

The foot soldiers had just started, and scouts from the southern grasslands galloped in. There was no need to listen to the report, for Dorgon looked up and saw cavalry on the steppe across the river.

The Jurchens who attacked the mountain moved along the inner edge of the cliff to the top of the mountain, and there was a distance of nearly five feet between the two soldiers. Dorgon paid no attention to the soldiers attacking the mountain, and his eyes were drawn to the sudden appearance of cavalry.

"The cavalry of the Han Chinese!" Dolgon's feelings of surprise, anger, and ominousness came over him at the same time, because of the huge word "Zhai".

"Your Excellency is here!" Feng Qin walked a few steps to the edge of the cottage, a few miles away, he could feel a warmth flowing into his arms, and the adults didn't just abandon him here.

The loud sound of artillery and the shock caused by the iron ball hitting the ground made most people's acuity diminished, and no soldier dared to stick his head out to watch from the edge of the cliff. It wasn't until the sound of the iron cannon stopped abruptly and the buzzing in the soldiers' ears ended that the footsteps could be heard halfway up the mountain.

"Enemy attack!" The watchmen were the first to shout warnings, and this was their mistake......

Half of the Jurchen soldiers had just crossed the most dangerous cliff, a prominent corner where it was difficult to escape the attack from the top of the mountain. Half of the walls of the fortress have been blown down, and the battlements at the head of the city have been turned into stone powder.

Feng Qin came back to his senses and gave two orders in a row: "The fishing boat crosses the river to meet the adults, and the firecrackers follow me to meet the enemy." ”

"Put the stones, put the stones!" A hurried horn sounded at the top of the mountain.

The first Jurchen armor soldier crossed the city wall, and he was greeted by a thunderous three-eyed gun.

The five rows of bird guns on the opposite side are neatly arranged, the first column of guns is forward, holding steel forks, and the last four columns of guns are facing the sky, and the tactics that have been trained for more than half a year are finally going to come in handy.

"Release!" The smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the gunners closed their eyes, they did not need to look at the shape of the battlefield, and the shouts of the commanders were the only criterion for their actions.

"Release!" Five rows of bird guns were released in a loop, and lead flew out of the smoke before they could catch their breath. After five or six rounds, a layer of dark gray smoke was draped over the juncture.

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