Another early morning, countless bloody breaths filled the inside and outside of Ningyuan City, and even the constantly blowing sea breeze could not dissipate it.

Nurhachi, wearing a large coat, stood tall among the corpses outside the city. By his side were all the Jurchen generals in this battle of Ningyuan. Dai Shan, Fei Yingdong, Huer Khan, etc., etc., were all present. But even the most ferocious Jurchen warriors were pale at the moment, and their hearts were crying blood.

How many people died outside Ningyuan City?

There is no number of clear.

120,000? More than.

Thirty or forty thousand? It's possible.

Nurhachi wanted to mobilize 80,000 horses from Jinzhou to attack Ningyuan, and in the past few days, he has successively reached at least 60,000. Coupled with the fact that there were originally 10,000 or 20,000 people besieging it, the Dajin army outside Ningyuan City may exceed 70,000 at most.

However, how many Jurchen troops are still there outside the city? There may be just over twenty thousand, or even less. The others have either died on the battlefield, or have fled far away by the cruelty of the battlefield and have never returned.

The Jurchens have been in the old forests of the northeast for two or three hundred years, and they have never fought such a brutal battle as they do today. These tens of thousands of people were driven into battle entirely by Nurhachi's personal charm and mental manipulation, but they encountered an army that had never been seen before. An army that fights to the death and fights desperately.

In the future, who will say that the Han army is easy to bully, these Jurchens will definitely fan it with big ears - if the Han army is easy to bully, then what are they who are fighting desperately with the Han people and still suffer heavy casualties? Is it better to bully?

"How many Han Chinese are left in the city?" Nurhachi asked in a low voice as he stood on the battlefield where the corpses rested on each other. Everyone else was lost at the moment, but his figure was getting taller and taller, with a strong black aura all over his body, but his face was as bloodless as that of a dead man.

Dai Shan, as the prince, took half a step and said: "Back to my father Khan, there should still be four or five thousand Han people retreating in the south of the city, and they still refuse to surrender." He looked haggard, hanging from his left arm, and his clothes had many holes in his clothes that bullets had pierced. Since last night to now, all the 10,000 people in Ningyuan have been spelled out, and even the other thousands of people who came in the middle of the night have filled in the bottomless pit of Ningyuan.

Zheng Hongqi no matter what happens this time, his vitality is greatly damaged.

"We occupy the north of the city?" Nurhachi asked again.

Dai Shan drooped his head, and his tone was far less respectful than usual. He has a stomach full of resentment, although he still dares to attack, but his heart is very unhappy. In response to Nurhachi's inquiry, he could only say weakly: "We only have a dozen Niu Lu's men and horses outside the city, and no one has entered the city. ”

"Why don't you go into town?" Nurhachi also stayed up for a few days without a good rest, and he seemed indifferent to the tragic casualties, but in fact there was a secret anger in his heart. Dai Shan's tone made the fire in his heart grow, and he raised his voice a little and asked: "The Han people can't bear it anymore, and the city has also been beaten down, why don't you enter the city?" ”

"There were so many dead that the soldiers below were tired of war. Even though the opposite wall was undefended, no one went in. Everyone was stunned like wild ghosts, just looking for a warm place to eat and drink, and then find a bed to sleep in. ”

As Dai Shan spoke, he raised his head with his neck and asked, "Father Khan, what if this Ningyuan city is defeated?" It's too late, the fifth must be finished. We've died so many people, it's useless. We shouldn't have beaten this broken city. ”

......, a whip slapped on Dai Shan's face without warning, sending the burly guy into the air and falling into the pile of corpses four or five meters away.

Dai Shan, who was whipped, not only did not bow his head, but jumped up and shouted: "What's the use of whipping me? Do you have the ability to smoke those Han soldiers? Look at the dead people in this place, they were all driven by you to the guns of the Han people. They think they can win by fighting with you. But now it's winning? Did we win?

My two red flags are almost exhausted. Du Du's inlaid white flag was also dead, and he himself was killed by the Han military cannons. Mang Gurtai and Amin's two blue flags are also gone. Now only Father Khan, your two yellow flags and the white flag of Lao Ba are still there. You're letting your sons die for you.

But what do you get in exchange for all this? Someone came to Jinzhou last night to deliver a letter, Father Khan, you forcibly suppressed it and didn't let others know. But I know what kind of letter it is? It is a letter of help from Jinzhou. As soon as we walked on the front foot, Ho Zhuo, who got the news, went south from Quang Ninh. That woman is here to kill your father Khan, not only is she bold, but she also forced those boneless soft eggs on the grassland to come together.

Even if we win the battle now, what if Ning Yuan wins? We spent two days in this small city, and we didn't defeat it after so many deaths, let alone the men and horses who rescued Mang Gurtai. Even if we want to turn around now, it is difficult for us to turn around, and with the Han people's ability to attack the city, Jinzhou is now afraid that it will not be able to be saved.

Mang Gurtai is blocked in Liaoxi, and we are here to rescue. Now that we are also blocked in Liaoxi, who will save us? Don't say that the old eight will come to the rescue. His white flag is the least of our troops. And he has a tricky mind, if he knows that we are going to be finished, he will flee back to Shenyang as soon as he turns around, and he will not care about our life or death at all. ”

Dai Shan vented a lot. As he spoke, Nurhachi whipped him with a whip. The more he spoke, the heavier the whip became; And the harder the whip is drawn, the louder he speaks. In the end, he was already dying, fell to the ground and cried bitterly, shouting: "We are finished, Dajin is finished." ”

Seeing Dai Shan's tragic situation, the other Jurchen nobles were all silent and did not dare to speak. Nurhachi snorted heavily and walked towards Ning Yuan. There was an irritation, unconvincing resentment in his heart. Dai Shan completely uncovered his scars and made him understand that his decision was not entirely correct, which made him unwilling to admit defeat.

Originally, I said, 'No matter how many ways I come, I'll only go all the way'. Now none of the way has been breached, and the enemy has come from several other routes. Nurhachi stubbornly insisted on moving forward in a big coat, even if it was a symbolic occupation of Ningyuan City.

It is the distance of a few hundred meters under the feet, and there are more and more corpses on the ground. There were only traces of artillery bombardment at a distance of 500 meters, and within 500 meters, there were many more platoon guns killing effect. A large amount of ordnance was abandoned on the potholed ground, and even the valuable Western-style heavy artillery was tilted and turned on its side on the uneven ground, turning into useless waste.

At a distance of fifty meters outside Ningyuan City, there were so many corpses on the ground that there was not even a place to plug in the feet. Everywhere you can see large craters blasted open by explosive packets, and the bottom of the pits is often filled with dozens or hundreds of corpses, and the number is too numerous to count.

Last night, when the fight was at its most brutal, the Han people in the city rushed out with explosives bags and crashed into the queue of the Jurchens and exploded. The Jurchens have an absolute superiority in military strength, but they are constantly losing in the face of this more barbaric, more fanatical, and more fearless style of play - the Han people have learned civilization in thousands of years of evolution, but they still have the wildness of their ancestors in the flood era.

Nurhachi led the way to a ruined wall, a breach opened by repeated shells. And in the gap, there are a large number of corpses that have been caught and killed, and they have all perished. There are so many corpses that they even plug the gap. He was about to enter the city through the gap, but a hand was stretched out from behind the pile of corpses, and a young Han man crawled out of the city.

The young Han man was covered in wounds, the heaviest on his thighs, and he limped when he walked. He still had a triangular scarf wrapped around his head, and the blood froze the wound, and he looked miserable. But when he saw Nurhachi, he was not afraid, but shouted excitedly: "Brothers, we are lucky." See what I bumped into? Look at this outfit, it must be a big fish. ”

Several Han Chinese crawled out from behind the pile of corpses, and judging by their clothes, they were not elite Wehrmacht at all, but ordinary militia. They climbed out with each other's arms, and they were also excited.

When everyone saw a very big Tartar outside the city, they shouted one after another: "Company commander, you are really lucky with shit, you can meet a Tartar head wherever you go." This tartar looks imposing, and it must be better than the one you killed before. ”

When Nurhachi saw such a group of miscellaneous soldiers, he was so angry that the wind was stirring all over his body, and his breath was surging. The young Han man who climbed out of the pile of corpses couldn't even stand steadily, staggering backwards, and relied on the desperate support of several other subordinates to stabilize his body. He stood up straight and quickly grabbed the arquebus in his hand, and reloaded it with his almost frozen hands.

"Brothers, hold on. Let me shoot him, and I will shoot him if I die. The young man barely stood on his feet with the support of his subordinates. And the first seven or eight wounded soldiers rushed up behind him, and even if he was missing arms and legs, they also pressed against his waist and legs, so that he could shoot. But someone fell down with a snap on the top and couldn't get up again.

As if watching a burlesque, Nurhachi laughed angrily: "You Han people are really useless. But if you surrender now, Ben Khan will not only spare your lives, but also heal your wounds. Reward you women, fields, cattle and horses. ”

Phew...... the young Han man stood straight, holding a stick in his hand and unhurriedly stuffing the projectile into the chamber of the gun. He scolded and shouted, "A ghost? Your things belong to us, and we want to take them back now. Not only do we want to take back our people, our fields, our cattle and horses. We will also kill you all and avenge your hatred. ”

The young Han scolding made Nurha's face jump. As soon as he raised his hand, the young man's body flew up out of thin air and fell into his palm. He grabbed the young Han by the throat and shouted in a low voice: "Ben Khan likes people with backbone, and he likes to kill people with backbone the most. Now give you one last chance, if you ask for mercy, I will spare your life. ”

The young Han man's throat was choked, his breathing was not smooth, his head was raised, and his hands and feet were constantly dancing. But when he looked up at the sky, he suddenly shouted with all his might: "Listen to your tone, you are Nurhachi, right?" I, Sang Quanlai, can die with you and make a lot of money. ”

When the words 'all to the end' were spoken, Nurhachi immediately changed color. He was also afraid of the Han people's firearms that exploded at every turn, but when he looked around, there was no movement. This young man couldn't even hide a small blade on his body, and even the subordinates who came out with him were exhausted at this moment, and they all collapsed to the ground.

It's just that the young man is getting more and more excited and shouting, "Come on, come on, come here, bang here, bang here." Bomb him to death a wild boar skin, Lao Tzu's life is worth it. ”

There was a sharp whistling sound in the sky, and only then did Nurhachi look up at the sky, only to see several black dots suddenly fall from the clouds. The black dots swooped in, and the sound became more and more poignant, louder and louder. Accompanied by the laughter of the young Han Chinese, they dropped several black bombs at a height of only 500 meters above the ground.

Nurhachi realized the danger and shook off the young Han man in his hand and tried to run away. But at this critical moment, the young Han man actually grabbed Nurhachi's coat with his backhand, grabbed it tightly, and shouted fiercely: "Dog Tartar, Hugh go." The time has come for you to pay for your life. ”

With the help of the high speed of the dive, hundreds of kilograms of bombs swooped down several hundred meters at once, slammed viciously into the ground, and then exploded with a bang. A single bomb can wipe out everything within a 100-meter radius, and several bombs can completely cover the entire area outside the city wall.

After the explosion, pillars of smoke and dust rose from the ground. The people and things that were standing there before were all turned into powder. This time, the blood feud of millions of Han people in Liaodong can be regarded as avenging most of them!