"It's done!" Hearing the dull sound of an explosion, a smug smile appeared on Dolgon's face. This is a tactic learned in Han books, and the Han people call this way of fighting to attack the east and west.

Now it is used on the Han people, and it has really become. These Han people have forgotten too many things about their ancestors.

"Tong Tulai, go and tell the Great Khan, just say that the wall of Jinzhou has been broken." Dorgon breathed a sigh of relief that he had not been disgraced in front of his father.

He was eager to see the stunned faces of Dai Shan and Mang Gultai now.

The two red flags and the two blue flags fought for a day, and they failed to pick off a single city brick under the heavy losses. It only took him one night to break the city wall of Jinzhou.

The rest was much simpler, and Dolgon didn't believe that the fierce Eight Banners would lose to the weak Ming army in hand-to-hand combat.

The Zhenghuang Banner, which rushed into the city, collided head-on with Zu Kuan, who was resting.

"Don't light a fucking lantern!" Zu Kuan pointed to a bastard not far away and roared, it was not the Ming army, but the people who drove ducks to the shelves.

Zu Kuan yelled and shivered, and threw the lantern in his hand on the ground and stepped on it. At this moment, his mother's entire lantern was lit, and the fire was even bigger.

"Raise your shield!" Zu Kuan didn't think about it, and hid behind the wall in a flash.

A rain of arrows fell, and the guy who was still kicking the lantern with his foot was hit by at least seven or eight feathered arrows. It was clear that he was at the center of the shot.

The screams of the people with spears rang out, and Zu Kuan was scolding those who were officials in his heart. Isn't it death to let these people who have never fought come up?

Both sides have a tacit understanding not to light lanterns and torches, and even if they do, they run alone to a place where no one is. Once lit, quickly throw it in front of you.

It was too dark, and both sides were basically shooting blindly. Firebolts, bows and arrows flew in the air. After the first round of charges, the Tartars also knew that in street fighting, the advantage of numbers was not a fucking advantage.

Even if you have 10,000 people, you can only spread along the street.

Suddenly a firework exploded in the sky, and it lit up in front of me. Then the light brightened, and Zu Kuan felt his scalp tingle. Along the gap, countless Tartar soldiers poured in, and at first they were only cavalry. Now there were quite a few infantry running in on foot, and these guys began to climb over the walls and houses. From both sides, the Ming army was outflanked.

A lot of people who were awakened and had just organized. Almost every time you encounter a Tartar soldier, you will be slashed to the ground by a sharp machete. Their weapons, even if they are called upon the Tartar soldiers, are guarded by armor, and they can't hurt people at all.

The people ran back without their lives, and some of the Ming troops were already in formation, but they were crushed by the people themselves.

The atmosphere of terror is spreading, and many people have fear in their bones for the Jurchen Tartars. The panicked men ran into the city with shouts, one could take ten, ten could take a hundred.

According to the red deer, there was no Tartar charge with them. Their own people are scattered, and the frightened people don't know why the power is so great. I used my body to squeeze out the red deer. Many people's stomachs were cut open, and after running for a while, they found that their intestines had flowed out for a long time, and they fell to the ground and pumped and did not move.

Zu Kuan tried his best, but he could only stabilize the front and not be crushed. But there were too few people like him after all, and the Tartar soldiers were rushing into the city at an alarming speed. In the streets and alleys of the southern city, there are Tatar shouts everywhere.

The city wall was also cracked up, and He Kegang was carrying a knife in his hand. Shout loudly and ask everyone to go back to where they belong. If someone wants to escape, he will be stabbed in the head. At this time, He Kegang is no different from the Shura in hell.

He always went to the place where the killing was most intense, and he knew he couldn't survive. carelessly, he lost the southern city. If Li Xiao came later, tens of thousands of Ming troops in Jinzhou City would be buried.

Since the forty-seventh year of Wanli, the Ming army has not really defeated the Jurchen Tartars. Fushun, Shenyang, all the way to Liaoyang. The Tartar soldiers can always conquer the city, and the Tartar soldiers have also suffered losses in the hands of Li Xiao.

It's a pity that Li Xiao is not here. It's at Shanhaiguan, a few hundred miles away!

The body is full of feathered arrows, like a layer of feathers growing on the body. Fortunately, with this armor made of heavy money, otherwise those who would have died a long time ago would not have been able to die again.

casually cut down a Tartar soldier riding on the body of a Ming soldier, and He Kegang rushed into the battle group like a tiger. With a single swing of the sharp machete, blood splatters flew out. His whole body seemed to be fished out of the blood water, and he didn't know if it was his own blood or the blood ...... Jurchen Tartar!

This is a never-ending tearing and slaughter, and no one wants to be a prisoner of the Jurchen Tartars. What they do to the Han people, I have never seen and heard of them. Especially tonight, the news of driving the Han people to attack the city has spread throughout the city.

Knocking over a Tartar soldier again, He Kegang felt that his two arms seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't pick up the knife no matter what.

A tall Tartar soldier rushed forward, and the mace in his hand slammed down. He Kegang hurriedly dodged, and the exhaustion of his body made his legs a little weak, but he slowed down for a moment.

The mace slammed into his thigh, and the pain almost made him faint.

The Tartar soldier walked over with a smirk, and He Kegang swept over with a knife. The mace of the human family was knocked off at once, and the mace momentum continued unabated. It smashed on He Kegang's knee all at once!

This one is over, and both legs are useless. He Kegang's heart was gloomy!

The Tartar soldiers did not smash He Kegang's Heavenly Spirit Cover, which could be seen from He Kegang's gorgeous armor. This is an officer of the Ming Dynasty, and it is likely that he is still a big official. This armor is really good, and there is no after hitting so many arrows.

If this man is brought back alive, the reward will be very considerable. The armor on his body is also worth a lot of silver, let alone a big living person.

He Kegang closed his eyes, waited for a while, but found that the mace had not fallen. When I opened my eyes, I saw tall Tartar soldiers digging ropes.

It's going to be caught!

Damn, even if Lao Tzu dies, he will pull you on his back. On the corpse of the soldier next to him, there was a grenade that did not go off.

He Kegang endured the sharp pain in his legs, and his body rolled over violently. The mace of the tartar soldier struck him on the shoulder, and it collapsed in an instant. It is estimated that the chain bones were all broken, and He Kegang tore open the ring of the grenade with his mouth......!

Seeing the "squeaky" smoking grenade in He Kegang's hand, the Tartar soldiers' souls were frightened. Instinctively turned around and jumped off the wall, jumping off the wall may not be dead. But it was blown up by a grenade, and if you don't die, you are crippled.

"Ah......h He Kegang shouted loudly, this was his last roar in the world.

The Tartars next to them heard the shouts and saw smoking grenades. Turn around and jump down the city!

The grenade smoked for a while, and then ......!

Then there was no smoke coming out, and it was held in He Kegang's hand like there was no pull ring. He Kegang looked at the grenade in his hand, his eyes were stupid.

"Dashuai!" The pro-soldiers who are still alive will drag He Kegang away without saying a word.

When Nancheng was in chaos, Yuan Chonghuan arrived with Wu Xiang and the soldiers gathered by the three thousand.

"Serving the country is today! Kill! Yuan Chonghuan roared and rushed forward with the soldiers.

Everyone knows that there is no good after the city is broken, and everyone is desperately determined.

kept yelling, if the person on the other side could speak Chinese, it would be considered a spare. When I saw a black shadow that didn't squeak, it was a knife in the head. It doesn't matter if it's wrong or not, who makes your fucking mouth lazy.

The addition of these 3,000 people immediately stabilized the front. Although it is not possible to drive the Tartars out, at least the Tartars can no longer penetrate the city.

The fireworks kept shooting into the sky, and the light in the sky allowed both sides to see their opponents. However, the situation is still favorable to the Ming army, as long as they see that there are Jurchen Tartars on the opposite side. The Ming army will greet them with grenades!

When the team was just formed, Yuan Chonghuan gave each soldier a grenade. Whether you want to kill the enemy or kill yourself, it's up to you!

Nurhachi, who was woken up in his sleep, also came outside the southern city.

"See Father Khan!" Seeing Nurhachi coming, Azig and Duoduo hurried thousands to pay their respects.

Since Li Xiao raised the power of the musket by more than a notch, the nobles of the Jurchens did not take the lead in the charge. The heavy armor on their bodies is simply a bullet suction device. At a distance, the armor may still be useful.

But only when the effective range of the musket is reached, then it is only a matter of waiting for death.

"The walls have exploded? Did you get in? Nurhachi asked, looking at the battlefield.

"The attack was entered, and the resistance of the Ming army was very fierce."

"It's good to attack it, the essence of the Liao army is in this Jinzhou city. It is inevitable that there will be a few hard bones, as long as these few hard bones are broken. We can take Shanhaiguan and march into Gyeonggi in the Ming Kingdom. There, it's notoriously rich. Once again, Nurhachi remembered that he had gone to visit the Wanli Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

The wealth of the capital made him engraved in his bones. Since the Mongols have conquered this nation, so can we, the Jurchens. When it comes to war, who are the Jurchens afraid of?

"Huh! Thanks to the fourteenth brother who came up with such a solution, the southern wall was blown open in five places. The Ming army wanted to fill it in this time, but it couldn't be filled. Azig naturally wanted to show his face to his brother, and he was the first to rush into Jinzhou, but it was all thanks to Dorgon's help.

"Yes! My Dorgon is wide open and can do big things. Nurhachi nodded with satisfaction, so many sons, his favorite is this fourteen Bel Dolgon. Even Nurhachi promised to give him a flag in two years and be the flag owner Baylor!

"Father Khan, look!" Duoduo suddenly pointed to Jinzhou City with his finger.