Chapter 145: The Last Day of Shengjing (Part II)

The last round of the rising sun in the Great Qing Dynasty looked incomparably gorgeous, full of a certain cruel beauty that foreshadowed destruction.

It is said that it was not until many, many years later that the old people who survived in Shengjing City can still clearly remember what the morning glow looked like on this day - the purple and red covered the entire eastern sky, exuding a dazzling light like fire and blood.

In the past year, the newly-born Qing Dynasty was so vigorous that it seemed to be forever moving from one glorious victory to another. Beijing of the Ming Kingdom has become the new capital of the Qing Dynasty, and large areas of land in Shanxi and Shandong have been started one after another, and even in the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", the Luoyang City where the emperors of the Han Dynasty lived, also fluttered the banner of the Qing Dynasty...... One after another, the good news became more and more exciting, which deeply stimulated all the members of the Jurchen Eight Banners. For a moment, some kind of infinitely bright bright prospect seemed to beckon to them not far away.

In this short year, the new Great Khan Emperor Taiji created a great achievement far superior to the old Khan Nurhachi, and laid a territory in Shanhaiguan that is wider than the homeland of Liaodong, which shows that my Qing Dynasty is really the destiny of heaven, and the eternal foundation of the Jurchen Eight Banners is in front of you!

However, just when most of the residents in Shengjing City were still lying on the quilt and had not risen, a few citizens who got up early and went out were stunned to see on the street that the various palace gates of the Shengjing Imperial Palace were pushed open one after another from the inside, and groups of soldiers in strange costumes were carrying firearms equipped with bayonets, or brandishing broadswords and battle axes, like a tide, sweeping in all directions along the street!

In the face of such an unbelievable scene, at first, no passer-by thought that it was an enemy attack, and one of the guys dressed as a small official was puzzled to stop an officer holding a command knife, ready to ask a few words, but suddenly felt a chill under his neck, and a sharp pain hit his heart and lungs in an instant!

The flag man suddenly opened his mouth wide in disbelief, and subconsciously touched his neck, and was suddenly surprised to see his blood spurting out violently, splashing all over the ground, and his body seemed to have lost all his strength at once. He struggled to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, and then he didn't know who kicked him hard, and his lifeless body finally collapsed.

At the same time, several other pedestrians who had no time to dodge were also stabbed and killed by this strange team of soldiers and horses. Hot blood was splattered all over the ground, and the headless body was trampled under the feet of the soldiers, and then turned into a puddle of mud. The flag-bearers in Shengjing City looked at these swarming soldiers in disbelief, and were a little stupid for a while-who were they? How could it be hidden in the palace? Why kill people indiscriminately?

The next moment, the slogans shouted from the mouths of these soldiers gave them an unbelievable answer:

“…… Kill all the Tartars! Avenge your father's old folks! ”

“…… Kill, kill, kill! Never let go of a Tartar! ”

“…… Slaughter the city! Slaughter the city! None of the Tartar men remained! ”

“…… Tartars! Your retribution is coming! ”

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Accompanied by these murderous Chinese slogans, the soldiers who rushed to the forefront ran faster and faster, their eyes red like ghosts, and they stabbed any pedestrians who stood in the way, whether men, women, young or old, without looking at them. If you encounter someone who dares to resist, you will attack it in groups.

Taking the Shengjing Imperial Palace as the starting point, the rolling torrent of destruction was divided into several teams along several main streets in Shengjing City, and they were killed in several core places in the city, without encountering any organized resistance along the way. When the vanguard troops arrived in front of Shengjing's mansion that stayed behind in Dabeile Daishan, a certain porter who couldn't figure out his own situation actually dared to scold "those who come to stop" and asked them to hand over their door bags and name cards!

Of course, this brainless porter was shot into a sieve in the next moment.

Then, before the Goshha guards inside could react and draw their swords and rush out to resist, the attacking troops had already thrown dozens of grenades over the courtyard wall into the Daishan Mansion, which immediately shook the mansion and howled ghosts and wolves...... Next, these 17th-century Han soldiers in Liaodong, who had been trained in modern street warfare, were very careful not to rashly raid the enemy's heavily defended gate, but let the combat engineers bombard the courtyard wall with ** bags, and then poured into the mansion from various gaps in the wall, thus completely breaking the last resistance of the Daishan Mansion.

After another quarter of an hour, the great Belle Daishan, who had just been woken up from his bunk and had not had time to get dressed, had a few small soldiers happily escorted out of the backyard, ready to be sacrificed to the commander as an important prisoner. Seeing this, the officer of the traverser who was standing outside the gate of the mansion waiting for the news frowned and leaned over to take a look, and found that this bad old man had been beaten to the point that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his face was full of horror, and his lower body was even more wet with an orange-yellow liquid....... What's the use of keeping this old thing? Chopped! ”

The two soldiers immediately pressed Dai Shan's neck, drew their sabers, and cut off his head on the spot, causing a cavity of blood to spurt wildly, and the head of the person dragging the pigtail with filthy blood rolled on the ground for a while, instantly dyed red.

-- The Great Qing Shengjing stayed, and the Great Belle Daishan, died!

At the same time, all the official yamen in Shengjing City also fell one after another under the sudden blow -- in order to guard against changes and avoid a tragic tug-of-war, the Huangshi Marshal who returned to Liaodong ordered to put on a fierce tiger fighting rabbit posture and put more than 10,000 soldiers on the Shengjing battlefield, but it turned out that the enemy in Shengjing was not so difficult at present. In this year when the Eight Banners swept the Central Plains in a big way, the troops that Huang Taiji used to stay in the old capital Shengjing were basically the old, weak, sick and disabled among the old, weak, sick and disabled, so it was natural that they would collapse at the touch of a touch in the battle.

Comparatively speaking, the fiercest battles in the city took place in the private residences of a few Eight Banners nobles who did not move to Beijing. Even in the face of such a sudden apocalypse, those personal minions with strong martial arts still protected their respective masters and fought desperately to the last moment.

However, their death throes did not last long. As the mansions of the high-walled compounds were blasted open by grenadiers, and groups of soldiers who claimed to be highly skilled in martial arts were overturned by bullets, before noon, Shengjing of the Qing Dynasty announced that it had changed hands -- no matter how strong the ancient city was, it could only deal with the enemy from outside the city, and could not withstand this "central flowering" tactic of directly destroying the command center.

Even though the Jurchen Eight Banners group at this time was highly militarized, from the old man in his fifties and sixties to the eleven or twelve-year-old children, even many Jurchen women could ride fierce horses and play with big swords. But in the face of such a lightning attack, there was no time to mobilize and convene, and those leaders and officials were killed before they could give any orders, no matter how fierce and aggressive the people at the bottom were, what use was there in a real war?

As an ancient Greek philosopher said, a pile of building materials is not equal to a house, just as a mob is not equal to an army!

Not to mention, the offensive and defensive sides of the Battle of Shengjing still have a crushing generation gap of several eras in terms of weapons and tactics!

In fact, it wasn't until noon on this day, when the head of the contemporary Shanda Baylor had been hung on the city gate, that most of the Jurchen residents in Shengjing City had a preliminary understanding of their situation: Shengjing City, where they had the Jurchen Eight Banners, had been captured by a Han army!

This incredible discovery made all the Jurchens feel a little dazed for a while, not knowing whether to be shocked or angry, and even felt that everything in front of them was so ridiculous that it was unbelievable, and even fell into a state of stupor.

After the shock, they went to two extremes, and some people were naturally angry, looking for weapons everywhere, ready to go out and fight the enemy. While others began to look for poison and rope, wanting to seize the time to commit suicide, they would rather die than accept the **** of the Han Nikan.

-- These Jurchens know very well how many killings they committed when they first attacked Liaodong. In the past, they used to be proud of this, but it was only at this moment that they understood what kind of mood the Han Nikan, who had been plagued by the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, before the city was broken - the three million Han people in the entire Liaodong were killed by their Jurchen Eight Banners under a series of massacre orders from Nurhachi, and the Han people who survived were all slaves, and there were basically no free people. As for the strong men who were captured from the Central Plains in the back, they also all had a grudge against the Jurchens, and now they have the opportunity to counterattack, where can they hold it?

As soon as they thought that the Shengjing City Pool had been broken, their families and children would be ravaged, and they were afraid that life would be worse than death, and their hearts were filled with endless sadness and despair. But whatever choice these bannermen make, the fate of death and destruction will befall them equally...