The sound of the cannon disappeared, and only the sounds of various battles still echoed......

Shengjing City seems to be relatively stable, but the city wall has already been in chaos, especially the defense area that Shang Kexi is responsible for, with the thick black wolf smoke drifting into the sky, forming a line, Kong Youde and Geng Jingzhong's side responded one after another, and they took action one after another, killing the Tartar next to them nearby.

At the city gate, I don't know where a strong wind blew, the smoke was gone, and the two city gates that were originally tall had long disappeared, the walls were pitted, and the city gate tower was also loose and collapsed, looking like it might collapse at any time.

Dozens of "10,000 enemies" exploded at the same time, only destroying the two gates, and did not raze the city gate tower to the ground, not that the power of the 10,000 enemies was weak, but that the city wall was hard enough to block the huge impact of the gunpowder explosion.

Although the gate tower was still there, all the nearby Tartars were killed.

Pedal Pedal ....

More and more Dashun troops poured into the city, the cavalry went straight to the other three gates, and the remaining infantry and cavalry went to the various yamen of the Qing court, and with lightning speed, they soon took control of the treasury and the granary, as well as the palace.

Lu Xiangsheng came from a distance and galloped into Shengjing City, accompanied by all kinds of fighting and screams, a strong smell of blood came to his face, and there was a dazzling scene of slaughter.

At this moment, the Dashun army, which was originally a well-disciplined army, especially his Tianxiong army, and the loyalty battalion, all changed, and became extremely strange to Lu Xiangsheng, as if every soldier was a demon from hell, bloodthirsty and cruel, turned into an executioner, and slaughtered frantically, his eyes were red.

As long as you see people dressed in strange clothes, with braids like tartars, men and women, young and old, they go up to a burst of slashing, and their mouths are still roaring, and their voices are mixed with whimpering and mourning.

"Father, mother, son has avenged you."

"Mother, my daughter has finally avenged you, there are thirteen people with blades and tartars, you can laugh at Jiuquan, my daughter has been in the army for so many years and has suffered so much, everything is worth it."

"Haha... If you kill my parents, my wife and children, then I will kill your whole family and destroy your whole family! ”

......

At this moment, Shengjing City became a purgatory on earth, and the one-sided massacre of Jiannu by the Dashun army, whether it was a soldier or an ordinary person, became the object of fighting, and the soldiers of the Dashun army were merciless and unusually ruthless.

It is not difficult to find that when they were massacring, tears flashed in their red eyes, tears filled their eyes, their expressions gradually relieved, and the depression in their chests gradually dissolved, becoming lighter and lighter.

Lu Xiangsheng had slowed down and moved forward slowly, looking at everything around him, although he couldn't bear it, there were some sympathizers for the women, children, old and young who were Jiannu, however, looking at the painful appearance of the soldiers, as if they were crazy, and the roars echoing in their ears, the right hand that had just been raised was slowly put down again, and continued to move forward silently.

He has served as the prefect of the Daimyo Mansion and has been an official in Beizhili for so long, compared with other generals of the Dashun Dynasty, Lu Xiangsheng has a more intuitive understanding of the atrocities of Jiannu, and has witnessed the sins left behind by the Tartars.

It can be described as outrageous, creating one no man's land after another, from small villages to large cities, Jiannu not only looted, but also slaughtered the city, and if it could not be taken away, it was destroyed, burned, in a word, as much as possible!

Lu Xiangsheng clearly remembered how bad those Tartars were, and not only were they extremely ruthless, but they also threw many corpses into wells and water sources, which led to a large-scale plague that caused a sharp decline in the population north of the Yellow River and panicked the people of Beijing.

When these thoughts flashed through his mind, the sympathy on Lu Xiangsheng's face had long since disappeared, and he became extremely resolute, and his chest was even more angry, and with a wave of his horsewhip, he accelerated towards the palace of the Qing court.

Cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant!

In the palace, Lu Xiangsheng and Wu Sangui got together again, and there were other generals in the hall, located opposite, Shang Kexi, Geng Jingzhong and Kong Youde were among them, looking very nervous, nervous and uneasy.

"General Wu, how's the situation outside?"

"General Lu, although rest assured, there are already 200,000 Dashun troops stationed in Shengjing City today, which is enough to suppress all resistance; There were also 150,000 troops outside, blocking the exits of the four gates, and not a single Tartar could run away from the key roads. ”

At this time, Lu Xiangsheng seemed to think of something, and asked instead: "By the way, General Wu, did you catch the yellow pig's skin?" ”

For a while, as Lu Xiangsheng asked this sentence, many generals' eyes were on Shang Kexi, including Wu Sangui, who responded softly: "General Lu, General Zhishun Wang Shang caught the yellow pig skin, but it was a dead man, after our military doctor's examination, the yellow pig skin was already terminally ill, and the reason why he was able to live until now was to hold on with one breath, and as soon as Shengjing City was broken, that breath was naturally gone." ”

Lu Xiangsheng didn't dwell on this issue anymore, but frowned slightly, his face was puzzled, and he said to himself: "It's really weird, looking at the posture of the yellow pigskin, knowing that Shengjing City can't hold it, why do you have to live and die with the city, it's not like his style?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Geng Jingzhong stood up and shouted respectfully: "General, the last general knows some of the reasons, why does the yellow pigskin have to stick to Shengjing City?" ”

"Oh... Why? Lu Xiangsheng stretched out his voice, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Geng Jingzhong.

"General Qiyu, as far as the last general knows, just a few days ago, before the army of the imperial court arrived, the yellow pigskin secretly sent a team of men and horses to send the nine sons Fulin back to Jianzhou, and Fan Wencheng followed all the way, I heard that they also have the edict of the yellow pigskin, and Fulin is the new emperor of the Tartars."

In an instant, Zhu Wei suddenly nodded lightly and clearly, Wu Sangui sighed: "I see, it turns out that the yellow pigskin wants to use himself as bait to attract our attention, so as to slow down the marching speed of the army and win more time, so as to cover Fan Wencheng and them to return to Jianzhou safely." ”

Speaking of this, Wu Sangui spoke, his face was mocking, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he continued disdainfully: "Hmph~ Even if you run back to Jianzhou's nest, what can you do?" The Dashun army still won't let them go, and they won't be able to jump for a few days, not to mention, Marshal Li and they ......"

"Okay, General Wu, let's not talk about this for now."

Lu Xiangsheng interrupted Wu Sangui's speech to prevent him from divulging some military strategic actions, Li Yan's next move, and turned to everyone and said: "Okay, let's talk about it today, after the calm in Shengjing City is restored, there will be many things that need to be dealt with, especially those corpses, which must be buried as soon as possible, so as not to cause a plague after the weather gets warmer." ”

"Yes, General, the last general has retired first."

Everyone retreated one after another, Shang Kexi, Geng Jingzhong and Kong Youde also saluted, at that moment, the three of them glanced at each other, their faces were embarrassed, and finally shook their heads, and some were reluctant to retreat, as if there was something unspeakable.

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