After nightfall, the gunfire outside Ningyuan City did not stop. Tens of thousands of Jurchen elites began to rush up, and it was difficult for them to even get close to the city during the day, and only at night could they surround this small city and attack it repeatedly.

Only by capturing this city that stands in the way can Nurhachi rescue Mang Gurtai, who is trapped in the Liaoxi Corridor. The latter is being intercepted and pursued by 30,000 Han Chinese defense forces and militia at the moment, and will be destroyed at any time.

Dai Shan took 10,000 men and horses with red flags to escort more than a dozen artillery pieces to the front line. As soon as he arrived, there was bad news that his eldest son, Yue Tuo, had died on the front line of the attack on Ningyuan. According to the retreating Jurchen soldiers, the Han army in Ningyuan City tricked Yue Tuo's master into attacking, and then killed him with a platoon of guns. When it fell, it was bleeding profusely, and even the corpse was not recovered.

The relationship between father and son and brother of the Jurchens is very strange, and they are often on the same page. Dai Shan has always disliked this eldest son, but he was still stunned on the spot when he heard that Yue Tuo was killed in battle. Then he frantically sent all the artillery he escorted to the front line, and ordered the gunners to fire at Ningyuan City.

When Dai Shan arrived, it was already dark, and he couldn't see Ningyuan's city wall clearly through the night, but the bonfire outside the city used for early warning lighting could provide aiming. So more than a dozen guns that had been brought in with great difficulty were aimed at those bonfires and kept bombarding.

Sang Quanlai hid in a trench under the city wall, and shells whistled over his head. The artillery of Jiannu was trained by the Dutch, and the cannonballs they fired were equally powerful, bouncing along the way, mostly crashing into the city walls.

Ningyuan is a small city, and the city walls cannot be compared with Shanhaiguan at all. The city wall of Shanhaiguan is like scratching an itch, and the city wall of Ningyuan is low and thin, and a large piece of it will collapse if it is hit. Splashed masonry will fly like bullets, killing and injuring people.

Sang Quanlai shrank in the trench with his head in his hands, and the wooden shed they had built on the trench also collapsed under the bombardment of enemy artillery. The flying timber and the rocks of the city wall posed a deadly threat, and he could only hold an iron pot to his head, and then pray under the pot that God would not let him die inexplicably.

In the afternoon battle, Sang Quanlai led a counter-charge to defeat an enemy assault, and immediately received a notice of criticism from the whole company afterwards. The company commander almost beat him up, and if it weren't for the urgency of the battle, he would have to be thrown into a confinement room. But not long after, the battalion headquarters came to praise Sang Quanlai greatly, and even the brigade headquarters came to praise him.

"The surname is Sang, you kid is really shit luck. The captive said that you actually killed Daishan's eldest son. The company commander turned around and scolded Sang Quanlai again, "God doesn't have long eyes." Since Yue Tuo's idiot is going to die, why didn't he hit Lao Tzu's muzzle? ”

The company commander scolded him until the brigade headquarters reported that he would report the whole company of the collective second-class merit. Sang Quanlai laughed until night, and was immediately frightened by the enemy's ferocious retaliatory fire, so he could only shrink into the trench and hide.

"Damn, if Lao Tzu can go back alive, he must report and ask for an iron pot as a hat for each soldier." The debris flying all over the sky caused the soldiers in the trench to be miserable, and ordinary fur hats were useless, only Sang Quan, who had an iron pot on his head, came to relax. He was screaming when a heavy object fell on top of his head, and with a bang it almost didn't open his head.

The heavy object fell under Sang Quanlai's feet, and it was still hot, with a dark red color. He endured the pain in his head, and when he looked down, he recognized that it was a cannonball from a few hundred meters away. The cannonball hit the wall, and after the kinetic energy was canceled, it fell into the trench and hit him on the head. If it weren't for the iron pot on the top, he would have to explain on the spot.

"You're a big boy!" The old man who came to the trench to deliver dinner sighed that he had brought the iron pot. Now he was also trapped in the trench and couldn't move, watching the cannonball the size of a human head fall right on Sang Quanlai's head, "If it weren't for this pot, your life would be gone." ”

Life was held, but the pot was still broken.

Sang Quanlai touched his head, and it was wet with blood. He hurriedly took out a triangular scarf from his body and wrapped it, wrapping it behind him, only to feel a hot pain coming from his numb scalp.

"Ready, ready, the dog tartars are coming!" The company commander hurriedly ran through the trench, saw Sang Quanlai's face covered with blood, and asked, "What's wrong with you kid?" ”

"It's okay, it's broken." Sang Quanlai replied. He stood up and looked out of the trench, only to see a large crowd of Tartar soldiers coming out of the city in the dark night. These guys were not afraid of death and marched forward in formation, carrying arquebuses straight and straight towards the trench where Sang Quanlai was.

The company commander didn't have time to take care of Sang Quan's coming, so he heard him say that he was okay and went to other places. The company's defensive line had been drilled by the enemy's artillery, and he had to deal with it. Sang Quanlai greeted his subordinates in his platoon, "Line up, reload." ”

Outside the trench, a low breastwork had been built with enemy corpses, and the frozen corpses were now made several gaps by enemy shells. Sang Quanlai had such a person in front of him, but he seemed to have a good vision.

Jiannu failed to capture Ningyuan last night, and he really came to fight hard tonight. After all, if it drags on any longer, Mang Gurtai's Zhenglan Banner will not be saved, because it will not save a few people. Sang Quan came here to be a position of a platoon of dozens of people, but at least two or three hundred people came from the opposite side, and the formation was dense, which was the best target for artillery and muskets.

The artillery on the wall of Ningyuan City has not fired, but at this moment it is carrying out a ferocious shelling. With such a dense formation, one or twenty shots can be killed. Sang Quanlai waited for the enemy to get closer to fifty meters, and then viciously pulled the mines placed outside. There were two explosions, and the wave of Jiannu on the opposite side was bombarded by the platoon of guns for a while, and they could only flee in defeat.

"These guys are crazy." Seeing the shattered corpses all over the ground outside, Sang Quanlai said that he couldn't understand, "How many people have to die here?" ”

If Zhou Qingfeng was present, he would definitely have great contempt for this kind of cavalry charging tactics regardless of casualties, and it would be a great mockery - does Nurhachi think that he is Nogi Xidian? More than 200 years in advance, the 'meat bomb' tactic was played. How many sons does he want to leave in Ningyuan?

But Nurhachi outside the city really didn't care.

Dai Shan rushed to Ningyuan after dark, and the 10,000 Red Flag elites he brought were thrown into the battlefield. After only one wave, 10,000 people went up, and only more than 6,000 were left when they retreated. Da Belle, who was still angry with his dead son, instantly came to his senses, and he threw himself in front of Nurhachi and begged: "Father Khan, you can't fight like this. If I fight like this again, I will have to fight the red flag. ”

"When the red flag is spelled out, it will be inlaid on the red flag. The city must be taken tonight. Let those minions who fired the cannon work harder, bombard a few more times, and you keep rushing. "Nurhachi didn't care about it at all, gritted his teeth and forced Daishan to go to the front and lead the troops in person." If you can't take Ning Yuan, my Dajin will be finished, and you, as the prince of Dajin, will die in front. ”

Dai Shan never expected that his father Khan would value the lonely city of Ningyuan so much. But when he looked at Nurhachi's miserable white face in the night, he couldn't help but shudder, so he could only stubbornly continue to lead the team.

A wave was repulsed, and Sang Quanlai's front had to be shelled again. As soon as he saw this posture, he knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly went to the company headquarters to ask for explosives packs, so that he could refill the mines outside his position. Otherwise, relying on a platoon of dozens of arquebuses alone will not help at all.

"Company commander, company commander." When Sang Quanlai rushed into the bunker of the company headquarters, he only saw the deputy company commander there, "Where is the company commander?" ”

"The company commander died. The men in the first platoon did not take advantage of the opportunity to pull the mines, and were attacked by the enemy. He led people to fill the loopholes, and was slashed in the thigh by the enemy, and died after a while. "The deputy company commander was covered in blood, and a hygienist was bandaging him. He asked Sang Quanlai, "What do you want?" Say it. ”

"I want two explosives packs." Sang Quanlai was stunned, almost forgetting his intention. Just now, the company commander scolded him, 'Sang boy, you really took shit luck', and in the blink of an eye, he said that it was gone.

The deputy company commander didn't have time to accompany Sang Quanlai to shed tears, so he shouted: "Clerical, get two explosives bags for Sang Platoon Commander." He turned around and said, "You kid is educated, you can fight, and you can walk shit luck." If I die, you'll be the acting company commander. Get out of here now, if the line collapses, I'll get your head first. ”

The deputy company commander said harshly, and Sang Quan said 'yes', and returned to his platoon with two explosives bags. After just this time and again, the army of Jiannu came up again. is still lined up in a dense formation that is not afraid of death, and it is straight and straight towards Ning Yuan's defense line.

"These bitches are really going to fight with us, and we'll see." Sang Quanlai didn't have time to feel sorry for the company commander. Now Jiannu is really crazy and continues to attack, relying on Nurhachi's ability to manipulate the minds of soldiers and constantly invest troops.

There was even a stench of rotting corpses on the battlefield, which made people feel sick. Take a closer look at the Jurchen corpses that fell on the battlefield are rapidly decaying, as if they have been drained of their vitality in advance.

"Monsters, what a bunch of monsters!" The enemy was rapidly approaching, so fast that Sang Quanlai didn't have time to set up the explosives pack. Except for the artillery on the city walls, he could only count on the arquebuses in the hands of his brothers.

The Jiannu infantry on the opposite side approached a hundred meters, and immediately a large number of infantry soldiers with spears and heavy swords rushed up. They stumbled and ran on the battlefield in a sea of corpses and blood, and the ground was blown up by shells and mines, which would make them fall into it and break their heads. Their formation quickly became disorganized, but they still charged like a tendon.

Fire!

The militia in the trenches and on the walls pulled the trigger at the same time, and the dense projectiles followed the gun's shotgun to sweep past, killing dozens of enemies in one go. But these guys are really here to die, the people in the front row fall, and the people in the back continue to rush. Until the three platoons of militiamen standing in the trench emptied the ammunition, some of the Jurchen soldiers who were not dead had already rushed to the front of the trench.

When he finally stabbed to death three or two remnants of the enemy who rushed into the trench, the Jurchen foot soldiers carrying arquebuses behind him were already twenty meters away in front of the trench. They were able to stand and reload slowly, firing at the militia in the trenches.

Bang bang bang ......, both sides opened fire at the same time.

Sang Quanlai felt a splash of blood in his ears. The Jiannu infantry on the opposite side fell straight down, and the casualties of the militia also skyrocketed.