"How's the red-haired man doing?" Nurhachi asked Daishan worriedly.

The contact with the red-haired people has always been carried out on behalf of the good. Now that something has happened, naturally the first to ask him.

Dai Shan didn't speak, just looked at his son Shuoto.

"Father Ma! The Ming navy attacked the dock, and the warships of the red-haired people were sunk. However, their powder ships were moored in small docks. If the powder ship is fine, the combat power of the red-haired people will not be damaged. ”

"Shuoto! So, the red-haired people can only rely on us now? Dorgon asked suddenly.

After the events of last night, Nurhachi valued Dolgon even more. He was sure that this young son would become a great man in the future.

"yes!" Shuoto didn't know what this little uncle was going to do, so he could only vaguely agree.

"Father Khan! The gunpowder of the Ming army was sharp, but the firearms of the red-haired people seemed to be even sharper. Do you think we should send someone to learn firearms from the red-haired people, or at least how to make gunpowder?

Now that the Red-Haired Guy's ship is gone, they can only rely on our help if they want to live here. I am not afraid that they will not hand over the formula for gunpowder, and we will help us train our firearms troops. ”

"Uncle Fourteen, the red-haired man was invited by us to help fight the war. Isn't it treacherous that you do this? "Yueto can't see it, and if Dolgon does this, the consequence will be that Shuoto's reputation will stink worse than shit.

"How can it be called treachery, and we have not defaulted. It's just that some clauses have been added now. Besides, they will all eat and use us in the future, and who will feed them in vain? Our Houjin is not a place to eat rice, and if you want to fill your stomach, you have to take out something. ”

Azig looked at Yue Tuo with a smile, Yue Tuo hated it but couldn't help it. Now Azig, Dorgon, and Dordog are in full swing. Conflict with them, no good fruit to eat.

"Amma......!" Seeing that Daishan did not speak, Dolgon immediately turned to his father Nurhachi for help.

"Dai Shan! Dolgon's words make sense, and you let Shuto tell them. In the future, if you want to live in Houjin, you have to help us train the firearms army. In addition, the recipe for gunpowder and the method of manufacturing firearms had to be handed over. ”

Nurhachi immediately agreed to Dolgon's suggestion!

Since his debut, Nurhachi has always wanted to have an army of firearms. It's a pity that the Jurchen handicraft industry is too bad. You can't even make an iron pot, let alone a high-end fire pot.

captured the Ming army's firearms, but was blackmailed away by Li Xiao.

Thinking about this thing and getting angry, that Jue Luobai Mountain followed the team to attack Jinzhou City today, but he didn't expect to be trampled to death by the war horse.

Seeing the tattered corpses, Nurhachi had to squeeze out a few tears to soothe the hearts of those old ministers. His face was full of grief, but in his heart was 10,000 grass and mud horses roaring by. So many guys who were replaced with guns and guns were trampled to death by horses.

Fucking clean dead!

When Dorgon had an idea, Daizen knew it was bad.

This kind of treachery will be looked down upon by the Jurchens. But in Houjin, Nurhachi's words are heaven.

As long as it is something that his old man said, he has to do it if there is a difficulty, and if there is no difficulty, he has to do it.

"Huh! The servant then told Shuoto to do it. Seeing that Shuoto still wanted to speak, Daishan hurriedly agreed.

"The city wall of Jinzhou is broken, and the two yellow flags are tired after a night. Two red flags were fought, and two blue flags were on guard on the periphery. Two white flags attacked the other three walls, trying to use this method to tear the gaps in other places as well.

The elite of the Liao army are all in Jinzhou, as long as Jinzhou is taken. We can fight Li Xiao without worries and kill Li Xiao. Shanhaiguan is our bag, and in the future, the Gyeonggi of the Ming Dynasty will be ready for us to gallop. ”

Nurhachi looked at the smoke-filled city of Jinzhou, and for the first time had the idea of attacking Gyeonggi in the Ming Dynasty. He had been to that majestic city, and the tall walls had given him a great sense of oppression.

In his most ambitious dreams, Nurhachi never imagined that one day he would be able to capture such a city.

Now the opportunity seemed to be in front of him, and he took his entire army of sixty thousand with him. As long as he sets foot in Jinzhou City, Daming will be exposed in front of him like a big girl wearing a belly pocket. Li Xiao is the belly pocket.

Even if Li Xiao's firearms are sharp, even if Li Xiao can always suppress Houjin. I don't believe it, the 60,000 army pressed up together, and I couldn't take this little bastard.

When Yuan Chonghuan saw He Kegang, this guy was placed on a platform. Both legs were broken, and at a glance, I knew that they were smashed by the fierce generals. The upper part of the left leg was fine in the thigh, but the knee of the right leg was smashed. Whether or not you can walk in the future is really a big question.

The shoulder blades were smashed, as were the clavicle bones. He Kegang was lying on the table like a rag doll, snorting in pain!

The armor was tattered and tattered, and it was full of holes in the arrows. There are more than a dozen places on the chest alone, and there is no protection from sturdy armor. He Kegang had already been shot to death!

Nancheng is responsible, but to say that He Kegang is not desperate, it is definitely speaking with a clear conscience.

"Let the medical officer take good care of it!" Yuan Chonghuan gave an order and walked out with a group of generals.

To deal with He Kegang's matter, it is better to leave it to Li Xiao for a headache. The Liao army has always been very grouped, and when the time comes, I have to give Li Xiao a wake-up call. In any case, He Kegang can be regarded as trying his best.

Zu Dashou withdrew from the city wall, and it was Wu Xiang who went up on top. Now He Kegang's soldiers are also led by Zu Dashou. Wu Xiang's prestige can't control other people's soldiers.

"The southern city is broken, and the other walls are not easy to defend. The soldiers had to deal not only with attacks from the outside, but also from the inside. If the red-haired people enter the war, this battle will be difficult to fight. Zu Dashou looked at the smoke-filled Nancheng and sighed helplessly.

The order given to them by Li Xiao was to hold on for three days, and the current situation was that the southern city had been broken. If Li Xiao doesn't come until the day after tomorrow, it is estimated that all he can do is collect their bodies.

"Hold on for three days no matter what, and only the chief soldier will come to our rescue for three days. There is no need for the house, mines, grenades, and large bombs can be made. As long as it lasts until tomorrow, the chief soldier will come. ”

"Hopefully!" Zu Dashou turned around and left, he didn't know why, Yuan Chonghuan had a superstitious trust in Li Xiao.

After the sun rose, the attack of the Tartars became even more frenzied. The ruined walls had been cleared, and there was not a single living Ming army there.

Tartar soldiers like the tide, like madmen, rushed up. A group of people who were driven away by the officials were instructed to resist. The people didn't dare, but after being cut down a few yelling guys, they also dared.

Zu Kuan felt that he was going to die, the injury from the fierce Tartar Knight last night seemed to be very serious, and his ribs hurt when he took a breath.

The streets were littered with corpses, as were the houses on the neighboring streets. Many houses were burning, and the moment the sun peeked out in the morning, the whole southern city was filled with smoke.

The Tartar soldiers took advantage of the cover of the houses to approach the Ming army at the corner of the street. There is no way to burn the house, Jinzhou is now a military city. Those houses were all barracks for the big guys, and many of the brothers' families were in them, and now they were all reduced to ashes with the fire.

There were corpses everywhere, dead people everywhere. There are Ming soldiers, and there are Tartar soldiers. But it's more of a people's.

These people were farmers in the first place, and they spent significantly more time holding hoes in their hands than they did with knives. In the face of the vicious Jurchens, they are generally split in half by a sharp machete.

Even if the guy in their hands cuts someone's house, they will be protected by someone's armor. And these people only have such a thin layer of cotton clothing.

Seeing a Tartar soldier cut down a man, Zu Kuan couldn't care about the pain in his chest. Picked up the crossbow arrow next to him, raised his hand and gave an arrow.

The bolt hit the man in the chest, but the guy acted like he was fine. Rounded the machete and slashed off the arm of another man!

"!" It's fucking bad luck, the crossbow arrow actually hit someone's heart guard. It was a round steel plate, and I also had one on my chest. A crossbow bolt can't pierce that thing!

Zu Kuan picked up the machete and was about to rush over.

"Don't go up!" Zu Chengxun grabbed Zu Kuan and looked behind him with a horrified look.

The two trebuchets didn't know when they were pushed over, and when they saw the things on the trebuchet, Zu Kuan's soul was about to fly out.

A hundred pounds of gunpowder bombs, which were covered with lead and nails. This thing ...... blow up!

Zu Kuan didn't dare to think about the fate of those people who were entangled with the Tartars in front of him.

The gunpowder bullet was so heavy that the trebuchet could only throw it at a distance of about two hundred paces.

"! These officials are not people. Zu Kuan roared, and was pressed to the ground by Zu Chengxun.

The trebuchet behind him was activated, and the smoking gunpowder bullets flew straight out. After landing, he directly stoned the three Tartar soldiers to death.

"Boom!" Zu Kuan felt a strong wind blow on his head, and his stuffy chest could barely breathe, and then the gravel clanged on the armor.

A puff of smoke swallowed everyone up, and they coughed and got up. His fucking ribs hurt even more!

The shouting and killing that hadn't stopped since midnight last night stopped, and Zu Kuan and Zu Chengxun looked at the situation in front of them a little stupid.

The streets, which had been crowded with people fighting just a moment ago, were now empty. There is a layer of dusty stuff on the ground,

Three arms hung from the charred tree, as well as a few thighs. And an unlucky guy with half an ass on it.

A man's hand hung from a branch, swaying with the wind.

The blood combined with the dirt and the smoke of gunpowder formed a strange smell. I want to vomit when I smell it, but I can't vomit it.

"Holy God! Those things that lack virtue should be cut off! ”