In addition, the slaves outside the city want to come in, and the slaves inside the city want to go out, just like besieging the city.

As a result, the battle situation was finally reversed under the bitter fierce battle of all the soldiers who blocked the enemy, as well as the support of Huang Chongzhen's artillery, and the Ningyuan soldiers who became Yongqingmen formed a local advantage and began to strangle the Jiannu who entered the city.

Zu Dabi and Zu Da were happy to see that they no longer needed themselves in the front, and their cunning eyes rolled around, so they ordered the soldiers to guard their wings, happily and insidiously mending their swords.

Finally, the Jiannu who came into the city were all hanged.

Even the last person who only leaned half of his body into the city, and after seeing the hellish scene of Shura, he roared and wanted to quit, and was dragged in and cut off his head.

The hard training and perseverance of Ningyuan's defenders have been greatly rewarded here and after all, at this moment.

The cannons at the head of the city still output shells with an extremely strong smell of gunpowder from time to time.

There is even a dark cannon muzzle aimed at the direction where the slave chief is, even if he can only hit the cannonball in the air, he does not hesitate, and seems to be roaring: Slave chief, even if you let the horse come, Lao Tzu is waiting for you at the head of the city!

Seeing this, the slave chief's forehead was bruised and bulging, believing that this was a serious provocation to himself.

The shouting and killing on the side of the hole in the city wall gradually weakened, and finally disappeared, and there was no more beast-like roar under his command, but only the wild cheers of those dog soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.

The Slave Chief didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that today's battle was on the verge of defeat.

The depression surged up in his chest, tangled in his heart, and the sky swirled for a while, and a fishy sweet desire from the monkey's head was about to gush out.

But how could he allow himself to act so fragile in front of others, and swallow it back alive.

His eighth child was sharp and very close, but he was shocked by the power of the cannon and the decline of the battle situation, and he didn't even notice the strangeness of his father.

There was not only the smell of blood wafting in the wind, but also the burning smell of meat, so that even the savage and strong Jiannu generals, who liked to drink wine and eat meat in large bowls on weekdays, couldn't help but gag for a while.

Jiannu, who takes pleasure in barbarism, finally knows what fear is.

On the battlefield, there were gradually serf soldiers and armored slaves who were lucky enough to not die, fleeing from the attack range of the defenders at the head of the city, especially in order to escape from the range of the cannon as soon as possible.

With the first, there is the second.

Even those Eight Banner generals who were really not too afraid of death, tried to stop it with merciless killing and roaring, but they couldn't stop the fear from spreading in people's hearts.

Seeing this, the slave chieftain's already small hair stood on end, his face was hideous and terrifying, and he took out his golden sword and cut off the head of the herald, and then roared in a deep voice: "Continue to attack!" Do whatever it takes! Also take Ningyuan! ”

However, the night after the beginning of spring still spreads very quickly, and as soon as the night comes, it has already fallen.

Huang Taiji was as careful as a hair, feeling that the temperature tonight was probably even colder than last night, and this war was launched in a hurry, and he completely did not take into account the inverted spring cold that was very likely to roll back, and there was a serious shortage of cold materials.

Originally, he could have fed the war with war, but Yuan Chonghuan, a hateful guy, was not only shrinking, but also strong and clear, and with the help of artillery, it was only a few days before his own army came to the city, and he had already suffered enough.

Therefore, as soon as Huang Taijiluo groaned, he wanted to admonish the increasingly irritable father Khan beside him, after all, although the cold night was not conducive to defending the city, it was undoubtedly more unfavorable for the siege.

The slave chief has been raising troops in the cold Liaodong for many years, so he naturally knows this, but his anger cannot be vented, which makes him almost crazy.

He was keenly aware of the hesitation of the generals of the various departments, so he roared in a low voice: "Command the departments! Fight at night! Take turns to attack the city! It is strictly forbidden to rush up! Order the white-armored cavalry to be ready to charge at any time! ”

Huang Taiji, who was about to persuade the four Baylors, was in his heart, and he was busy communicating with the rest of the four Baylors with his eyes.

In the face of the slave chieftain, who has absolute authority but is becoming more and more irrational, the four major Baylors, who usually have their own scheming, still nodded to each other and reached a short-term consensus.

Dabel Ashan stood up and persuaded: "Father Khan, my Dajin warriors have been attacking the city for a whole day, during which the grain of rice has not entered, although they are still brave and fearless, but they are also slightly tired.

In addition, it is already dark, and the temperature has plummeted, which is not conducive to the siege of the city by the warriors of my destiny. According to Erchen's opinion, it is better to mingjin for the time being, rest for a night, recuperate, and wait for tomorrow morning to fight Ningyuan Town! ”

The slave chief glared at him gloomily, and said coldly: "Since he is a warrior of the Mandate of Heaven, he should be capable of what others can't!" Invincible, invincible! We have overcome the bitter cold in the far north, are we still afraid of the spring cold in this region? ”

At this moment, Rao is Ah Shan, as the head of the four major Baylors, but he also felt that his scalp was numb, sweating like pulp in the cold wind, and he was busy kneeling on the ground, but he still persuaded: "Father Khan, Yuan Chonghuan is a pawn, and it is wishful thinking to use the mantis arm as a car!"

Ningyuan Projectile Town, it's only a matter of time before it's broken by my Heavenly Destiny Warriors! And the weather in the first month of the Han calendar is warm and cold at first, and every day is as cold as a day!

If the warriors are not allowed to return to the camp to repair, even if they capture Ningyuan, they will suffer frostbite! Although Ningyuan is small, it is just a barrier of Shanhaiguan! Even if it is captured, but if Shanhaiguan is not taken for a day, this city will be difficult to defend!

After all, Daming is close to the water, but I haven't been a country for a long time, and I can't reach it a little! Therefore, the sons are afraid that the gains will outweigh the losses, so why not withdraw the troops for the time being? Count after the picture! ”

If Huang Chongzhen heard this, he must have thought that Ah Shan still had some strategic vision.

But he didn't pay any attention to the way and method in his speech, and he didn't care about the face of his slave chieftain father at all, for fear that it would play a rebellious role.

The most important thing is that the beastly and keen-like slave chief always feels that this second son has some inexplicable relationship with his favorite concubine, although he can't catch conclusive evidence, he always feels that his head is green.

So, even if Ah Shan doesn't become the second Chu Ying, he has always been disliked.

Therefore, although the slave chief's heart was slightly shaken, he was still panting like a sleepy beast, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Ah Shan, as if he was going to pour out all his anger on him.

Ah Shan knew his father's temper, although he came and went in the rain for the golden wind, he didn't dare to show off his past achievements, and there was indeed a ghost in his heart, so he only felt sincere and fearful, prostrate on the ground, trembling, and cold sweat like rain.

Faced with this situation, whether it was the three-bel manggutai with developed limbs and a simple mind, or the second bel amin who was just the nephew of the slave chief, they all cowered and did not dare to persuade a little.

Only Huang Taiji dismounted and came to the slave chieftain, gently grabbed the reins of his horse, raised his head like a child, looked at the slave chief with an admiring face, and said softly: "Father Khan, the son thinks what the eldest brother said is very true.

Yuan Chonghuan is just a Confucian scholar with no reputation, and Ningyuan is just a small city, which may be extremely important to the Ming Dynasty Jingshi Lock Key Shanhaiguan, but to my Dajin, it is like chicken ribs.

Sooner or later, the body of the Father Khan's Mandate of Heaven and the country of the Golden Mandate of Heaven, will sooner or later fulfill the will of the Jurchen ancestors, break through the barriers, cross the Yellow River, drink the Yangtze River, and sit on the four seas like Genghis Khan.

Therefore, there is no need to make a big fuss for a mere piece of chicken ribs, and the sons have the courage to implore their father Khan to collect their troops and return to the camp for the time being, choose firearms at night, and bombard Ning Yuan early tomorrow morning.

Then let Dolgon and the other four little guys personally supervise the battle, and Wu Nege and other Xiao generals personally led the iron cavalry to charge, even if they couldn't fight down, they would also make Yuan Chonghuan and Ning Yuan Xiaocheng tremble.

By the way, father Khan, an hour ago, Erchen received a report from the Sentinel, which contained a sentence that Erchen felt should be taken seriously: the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, and the ice layer near the land and sea surface has a tendency to thicken rapidly.

Erchen thinks that if the weather is still so cold, then in a day or two, the sea surface of Juehua Island, which leads to the place where the Ming army is stockpiled with grain, will definitely be able to freeze three feet for my Dajin Iron to ride a horse to attack!

At that time, Erchen will want to see if he Yuan Chonghuan will sit and watch Hua be slaughtered, or go out of the city to fight a decisive battle with our army! ”

Ah Shan and the other big Baylors looked at Huang Taiji in surprise, with a look of envy, jealousy and hatred.

The slave chief heard the strings and began to silently plan how to use Juehua Island as bait to lure the Ming army out of the city for reinforcements.

After thinking for a moment, he turned to look at Fan Wencheng, who was standing with his hands down, never saying a word, and standing behind him like a shadow, who nodded lightly at him.

So, the slave chief finally made up his mind and issued a military order: Mingjin! Collect the troops! Back to camp!

After a day of fighting, the Jiannu soldiers who did not get the benefit in the hands of the Guanning army were already exhausted.

finally broke the city in sight, but it was blocked by unprecedented bravery.

The most important thing is that he was killed and injured by the cannons at the head of the city, and he was disgraced, scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

Under the threat of fierce and incomparably accurate artillery fire, the soldiers who built slaves like brutes finally wilted like eggplants beaten by frost.

Even if there is no Ming Jin, it is already the end of the crossbow, and forcibly attacking the city will only increase casualties.

If there is a strong cavalry hidden in Ningyuan City, there will be a danger of collapse if it counterattacks at the right time.

On the other hand, Ningyuan's Guanning army, although it also suffered heavy casualties and was extremely tired, it was supported by artillery, and its morale was like a rainbow, and they hated the same enemy.

Therefore, when the signal of the Ming Jin to withdraw troops sounded in the camp, the soldiers of Jiannu retreated as quickly as the sea at a receding tide.

The armies attacking the east, west, and north gates still covered each other, but the soldiers at the south gate only scrambled to be the first, pushing and stampeding, and the chaos was unbearable, and there were not a few who were injured as a result.

Some troops rushed up with torches to meet them, but they were immediately swept away.

If it is allowed to continue and develop into a rout, it will be an extremely humiliating thing for the nobles of Jiannu who are empty-eyed.

But for some reason, the slave chieftain did not immediately issue a military order to stop it in time.

Many Jiannu nobles, generals, and ministers were also silent, only the night wind whined and torches beeped.