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Huang Taiji led thousands of guards along the Great Wall line to carefully investigate the topography of the Xuanda border, sometimes only a few miles away from the border town of Daming.

"This will be our next target!" Huang Taiji is full of ambition.

The Ming Dynasty painstakingly operated the Ningjin defense line, and it became more and more difficult to enter the pass and loot from Liaodong. In his last year, the Jurchen army ventured to attack the city of Beijing by detouring through Mongolia, but the Chahar Mongols always made him feel like a man. Since then, he has no such worries, and the long northern border of the Ming Dynasty will be exposed to the iron hooves of the Jurchen warriors.

Zilharang beside him responded and said: "From now on, Da Ming is the meat of the chopping board for us, and we can cut it when the time is right." ”

Zilharang is the nephew of **Hachi, but he was raised as a son by the old slave since he was a child, and he has a good relationship with several brothers of Huang Taiji, his father Shuerhachi died at the hands of **Hachi, and his brother Amin died at the hands of Huang Taiji, but he won the trust of Huang Taiji.

The army marched for two days to reach the Zhangba grassland, and Huang Taiji did not want to return to Liaodong yet, he wanted to test the Xuanda town of the Ming Dynasty.

Outside Zhangjiakou, the former bustling bazaar has long been empty.

Dolgon's soldiers and horses with two white flags surrounded the isolated Zhangjiakou Fort, and the garrison Huang Hua on the city tower overlooked the Jurchen cavalry on the grassland, with weak legs. The Jurchens were not Mongols, their ability to siege cities had been verified many times in Liaodong, and the walls of Zhangjiakou Fort could not stop the Jurchens.

Gong Chen stood on the edge of the female wall on the right, his right hand clutching the hilt of the sword, and his heart was calm. Unlike most of his colleagues, self-\u4e

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When CE became a border soldier, he had the consciousness of dying on the battlefield.

The strong Jurchen cavalry circled Zhangjiakou Fort every day, and the glittering white armor reflected in the sunlight was dazzling. Huang Hua strictly forbade the soldiers to attack first, and he still had the illusion that the Jurchens would not attack the city.

Xuanzhen City, in the governor's mansion.

The staff was comforting the helpless governor Shen Di, "The Jurchens will not attack the fort, Zhangjiakou Fort and Xuanfu are close at hand, thousands of miles away from Liaodong, and they cannot be garrisoned after the capture, and they also need the Zhangjiakou market." "The secret of this collection cannot be hidden from the government.

Shen Di nodded again and again, giving himself courage.

Indeed, no matter from which angle of analysis, there was no need for the Jurchens to attack Zhangjiakou Fort.

Outside Zhangjiakou Fort, the grassland on the dam is green and boundless.

The weather was clear and a few white clouds were waving under the blue sky, which was a good day to do whatever it was.

Thousands of Jurchen archers scattered in a queue and slowly approached the city wall of Zhangjiakou Fort, and the soldiers on the lookout passed the news to the fort, and the mournful horn sounded, and Huang Hua commanded the soldiers on the city wall to take their places.

When the first arrow hit the battlement of the city wall with a crisp ear sound, Huang Hua's illusions were finally shattered.

Stout Jurchen archers surrounded Zhangjiakou Fort, and sharp arrows flew at the head of the city wall. Without Huang Hua's orders, the archers on the castle began to return fire on their own, and from time to time someone was shot by a bow and arrow, and let out a dull cry. The Jurchens' bows and arrows were accurate and far, and although the Ming army was high above the castle, they did not take advantage of the bows and arrows fired by both sides.

The foot soldiers in the fort sat down with their backs to the walls, waiting for their opponents who were about to attack the walls.

Gong Chen's armor was neatly hidden behind the female wall, holding a three-eyed gun in his hand and a heavy axe by his side. The dead soldiers of the Jurchen siege have always been wearing heavy armor, and ordinary knives, guns, bows and arrows are difficult to inflict fatal damage, and only firearms or blunt weapons such as axes and hammers can achieve the most effective attacks.

Under Zhangjiakou Fort.

Two teams of soldiers with white flags waited on both sides of the east and west gates of the castle, and the banner lord Duoduo carefully observed the shape of the defenders on the city wall, he was the younger brother of Huang Taiji, and Dorgon, \u96

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Seeing that there were very few Ming troops on the city wall who dared to fight back, Duoduo waved down with his right hand, and his own soldiers waved the flag, signaling the foot soldiers to attack the city.

At the east and west city gates, two oxen, 700 people each, carried a dozen tall ladders and moved quickly to the city wall. Duoduo looked relaxed, like this Ming army castle, the Jurchen no longer knows how many have been breached. Every time the army enters the customs, from the county town to the capital city, it is all in the pocket of the Jurchen warriors.

The archers follow closely behind the foot soldiers to provide long-range support to the wall-climbing warriors. These are sharpshooters, and shooting bows and arrows in the back of siege soldiers can easily hurt their own family members once they are offset.

The ladder was erected and grabbed the head of the wall, and the heavily armored foot soldiers lined up to climb up.

At the head of the city wall, the Ming army showed its face at the battlement and struggled to attack downward.

The bow and arrow were shot at the body of the Jurchen infantry who was climbing, straight into their armor, but they could not penetrate and only cause fatal damage when they were shot in the face.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The soldiers who used firearms lit the three-eyed guns and pointed them downward in the direction of the ladder, and the loud sound was deafening, and the Jurchens who climbed in the front line took the brunt. This time, the thick armor could not save him, and the burly body of the Jurchen fell from the head of the city wall in the scream, almost knocking his companion behind him into the air.

The bows and arrows of the Jurchens under the city shot like poisonous snakes at the Ming army who exposed their upper bodies on the city tower, and many of them were shot as soon as they released the arrows in their hands. The soldiers who climbed on the ladder were very fast, and in some places they had already climbed to the top of the city wall, and the six gods of Huanghua who were supposed to be dispatched and commanded had no master.

Gong Chen's hundred-man team was stationed in the northeast corner, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty did not have the good armor of the Jurchens, and the casualties caused by the archers under the city walls were too great, so he ordered his subordinates to retreat a little and wait for the Jurchens to go up the wall before attacking. Faced with the heavily armored samurai who was about to climb the city wall, he ordered to abandon his bow and arrows, and aimed his three-eyed guns at the mouth of the ladder.

The head of the ladder showed the head of the besieger, and the guard took a few steps back, and the spear stabbed hard. The spear pierced into the Jurchen's body, and several soldiers came to help, and together they pushed the Jurchen, who had just exposed his upper body, under the city wall.

At the head of the city wall, the sound of explosions came and went, and Gong Chen felt that his ears were about to be deafened, and the smoke of gunpowder was filled. In the face of heavy armor samurai, the best weapons are undoubtedly firearms.

"Kill!"

Gong Chen ordered the pikemen to hold against the wall, and the three-eyed guns were released in turn, and all the Jurchens who were hit were all as face-to-face, and their flesh and blood were blurred. The accuracy of the three-eyed gun is very poor, but at such a close distance, it can almost reach 1000 hits, but the reloading degree is too slow.

The northwest corner of Zhangjiakou Fort was the first to be captured.

The Jurchen dead soldiers jumped onto the city wall, and the morale of the Ming army plummeted. The tall and burly Jurchen dead warriors were all wild men recruited by Huang Taiji from the deep mountains, and they had dealt with wild beasts in the mountains and forests since they were children, and the years of conquest made them even more ferocious and bloodthirsty. Two bold Ming soldiers rushed forward at the risk of death, but they couldn't even get close, and they were cut down by the man.

The city wall in the northwest corner of the captured city became a stronghold, the Jurchens continued to climb up, the Ming army continued to retreat, and the battle at the head of the wall was one-sided. Zhangjiakou Fort outside the lonely block, as long as the Jurchens want to make a move, it is only a matter of time before it is captured.

"My lord, I can't hold it!" Huang Hua's own soldiers shouted loudly.

"There will be no more rescuers!" The general guard of the northwest city fled back in a hurry.

The Jurchens spread across the city walls, and the Ming army was squeezed into a ball.

"Let's go!" Someone shouted.

"It's long overdue!" Someone chimed in.

"Surrender, surrender!" The shouts grew louder and louder, and the soldiers in the front line dropped their weapons and fell to their knees. For many Jurchens who had just climbed the wall, the battle had just begun, and the unfinished dead men were still slashing with knives despite the fact that some people were already kneeling on the ground.

With the sound of surrender, Gong Chen's subordinates looked at each other, and his subordinates naturally eased down.

Gong Chen's face was gloomy, and he shouted loudly: "Let go, don't stop." ”

It was only a moment of hesitation, and four or five Jurchens had already rushed up to the head of the city wall, and they reached out and grabbed the spears that had been stabbed in hesitation, and used them to drag, and the soldiers with guns fell to the ground. The Jurchens were also afraid of being shot by firearms again, so they quickly rushed to the nearest place to chase the Ming army. The Jurchens on the flanks also showed resistance here, and more than a dozen people rushed over in stride, attacking in two directions, and Gongchen's hundred-man team was in chaos.

"My lord, the garrison has ordered surrender!" The soldiers shouted loudly in Gong Chen's ears, and Gong Chen's ears buzzed under the loud sound of the three-eyed gun.

Following the direction pointed by his own soldiers, Gong Chen saw a white flag fluttering on the city tower guarded by Huang Hua.

The shouting and killing sounds all over the city wall slowly subsided, and the dense sound of guns also thinned out.

"Surrender?"

Gong Chen showed a hint of ridicule, picked up the giant axe beside him and slashed at the nearby Jurchen soldiers, the blade of the axe splitting several layers of armor and wedged into his shoulder. The Jurchen people deflected their heads in a scream, Gong Chen pulled out the axe with one hand, opened an arc in the air, and then held the handle of the axe tightly with both hands and slashed at the man's neck.

Because of excessive force, his body staggered and his steps were unsteady due to the huge inertia, and he happened to stand in front of another Jurchen. In his panic, he saw an ugly face approaching him, and the raised broadsword made it impossible for him to avoid it.

Gong Chen exhaled, dropped the heavy axe, and threw himself to the ground, grabbing the man's legs and slamming them into the ground. The Jurchen was also extremely powerful in his waist and abdomen, and his upper body staggered, his hands fluttered in the air, and he did not fall. As long as he was relieved, his back was exposed under the knife, Gongchen arched his waist, and pulled the right leg in front of him with the greatest strength in his life, and the tall Jurchen took several steps back, and was about to fall, when his butt knocked down on the battlement of the city wall.

The Jurchens threw away the broad knife in their hands, grabbed Gong Chen's shoulder, and tried to break Gong Chen, and behind them was a deep city wall several zhang high. Gong Chen raised his head and saw the green grass in the distance through the battlements of the female wall, and the sunlight sprinkled on the green grass, reflecting patches of vitality.

"What a nice day!"

He tried his best to lift the Jurchens, and the huge bodies of the Jurchens climbed over the city wall, holding Gongchen's shoulders with both hands and not moving, and the two people fell from the city wall like a boulder and smashed on the grass below the city, and there was a burst of exclamations on the city wall.

The heavy armor has become the biggest burden for the two people at this moment, and there are five or six hundred catties of things that impact down, and at the moment of landing, Gong Chen was dizzy, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced, and he only felt a sweetness in his throat and eyes, and he swallowed it quickly. Looking at the Jurchen people pressing under him, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and there was no sound.

Gong Chen let go of his own hands and tried to move his body, but he couldn't move at all.

The battle at the head of the city slowly subsided.

The galloping warrior shouted loudly: "The order of the Great Khan, seal the sword and surrender!" ”

Duoduo didn't understand the use of keeping these Han Chinese, but no one dared to disobey Tiancong Khan's orders.

The gate of the castle opened with a heavy sound, and Huang Hua led more than 300 soldiers who surrendered to be escorted out by the Jurchens, and Gong Chen felt a pair of big hands grab his ankles, and wanted to drag himself to the middle of a meadow like a dead dog, followed by his former colleagues.

Gong Chen lay there, only his fingers could tremble slightly, and the oncoming sunlight pierced his eyes so that his eyes could only squint into a slit, and he could vaguely see the mocking eyes of his colleagues.

Zhangjiakou Fort fell in a battle, and the Jurchen iron cavalry rumbled and was stationed outside the Great Wall of Xuanfu.

"What should I do?" Shen Yi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"In any case, this battle can not be fought or try not to fight!" The voice of the eunuch Wang Kun was sharp and harsh.

"There are more than 10,000 Jurchens, and they are invincible in one town of Xuanfu." Dong Jishu, the chief soldier of the Xuanfu, agreed.

"How can we get them to be discharged?" Shen Di's brows furrowed.

"The Eastern Captives can't enter the Fortress to loot property, someone may be able to help us!" The corners of Wang Kun's mouth grinned slightly.

Zhangjiakou's business has trafficked so many weapons from him, and his ass can figure out where these weapons are sold.