Chapter 232 Pyongyang's bloody night is a matter of life and death

The pitch-black 'door' and 'hole' are like the big mouth of an unknown demon, looking from this direction of Dolgon, some hazy lights can be faintly seen in the 'door' and 'hole', which are the lights in the city in the distance that have not yet been extinguished, in this night 'color', it seems so slim.

During the day, Dolgon organized two storms of the city, avoiding the walls in front of it, and on the walls on both sides, his soldiers made a great noise, which seemed very violent, but it did not last long, and even before the reinforcements from the city arrived, the Qing soldiers retreated, as quickly as they came.

The purpose of his doing this is naturally not to waste the lives of his soldiers in vain, but to keep the defenders of this city at the head of the city always maintaining a high level of tension, and he does not attack a place repeatedly, but also to let these defenders not know where his real main attack direction is. You must know that in Shen Qunxian's intelligence, the Ming army in this city is only 10,000 people, excluding the reserves, the general's personal soldiers, which are evenly distributed to the four city walls, are only more than 1,000 people.

What's more important is that during the day, these Ming troops were tired by him, and at night, they were naturally 'fine' and weak, which was undoubtedly of great help to his plan at night. Although he knew that the defenders of the Ming army would not pull all the Ming troops to the city, even if he could only be half of the Ming army's fatigue, he was enough to increase the chances of victory for the night operation. The thought of waiting for him to lead his warriors into the tents of these Ming troops, cutting off their heads and burning their banners, made Dolgon's heart flutter with excitement.

In the dark, these figures quietly "touched" towards the ethereal lights in the "door" and "hole", and received the signal that the western "gate" was opened according to the agreement, and Dolgon decided to personally lead the army out of the city, followed by two thousand Manchu Eight Banner cavalry, two thousand "Gate" G ancient Eight Banner cavalry, basically, these people are the "essence" of his army of the Road Expedition.

The first battle is a success, and there is no room for failure! This is what he secretly told himself, with 4,000 'fine' horses, to deal with more than 10,000 scattered foot soldiers, I am afraid that this matter will be transmitted back to Shengjing, and everyone will laugh at him. The Qing Dynasty Iron Cavalry against the foot soldiers, with one to break ten, with one to break dozens of is a common thing, this is one enemy two, and so cautious, saying that he is cautious with soldiers, that is all around the bend to scold him for being timid.

But Dolgon didn't care, one defeat after another, he desperately needed a victory to wash away his shame, if it weren't for the fear that the movement would be too big and the army would be inconvenient, he would have the heart to bring more people into the city, he firmly believed that as long as his cavalry rushed into the city, this city would change its master before dawn, and those who dared to resist and humiliate him would pay a heavy price. Everything is fake, and victory is real.

Three hundred steps, two hundred steps, one hundred steps, the first person can see the severed drawbridge, the drawbridge fell quietly on the moat, on the top of the drawbridge, a few things that do not know whether they are chains or ropes, are powerlessly dangling above it.

"Get on the horse!" Dorgon let out a loud cry, breaking the dead silence of the night. At this distance, the knights got on their horses, even the people of the city, now they want to pull up the drawbridge and close the city 'gate', it is too late, and the horses who have already exerted their strength can rush across the drawbridge and rush into the city 'gate' with their masters in a few fingers.

"Yo Ho Ho Ho"! The strange screams of thousands of people at the same time were very terrifying, and the sound of horses' hooves that followed was more like bursts of muffled thunder from the sky, all the way to the sky above Pyongyang City, and the whole earth seemed to feel the power of this muffled thunder and became trembling.

There seemed to be someone on the city wall with a lantern dangling, but Dorgon didn't care, now he only had his own rolling iron horse, and he himself, as one of them, rushed towards the city surrounded by his guards.

There were already gunshots in front of him, very messy, and in the sound of horses' hooves, in the excited cries of the cavalry, these shots seemed so frightened, and Dorgon knew that this was his own vanguard cavalry, and that he had begun to fight the enemy. The corners of his mouth slightly 'revealed' a sneer, God knows if those trouble-loading muskets will have a chance to put a second shot against the swift cavalry.

There was some 'chaos' in the front, and the castration of the cavalry slowed down obviously, while the cavalry in the back had not yet fully entered the city.

"Spread out, spread out, Orontai take your people, go to the east, Bordo, go to the west, don't all of our people rush on this road, let the rear team come in as soon as possible!"

"Lord Wang, I can't go, it's blocked all around, or it's a big pothole, and there's only this one way to go!"

"Then what are you waiting for, tell the people in front to rush over, everyone is crowded here, waiting to be a target?"

If a good spirit is not a bad spirit, especially a noble prince, if he speaks, it must be spiritual, and he can no longer be spiritual. Oluntai and Bordo, the next thing they saw was the prince in front of them, their mouths kept opening and closing, and they couldn't hear what he was saying.

Because at this time, their ears have been drowned out by another sound, earth-shattering gunshots, deafening 'jade' deafening gunshots, countless stars, from the houses on both sides of this wide street, on the roof, flew out, fiercely pierced every living life in the middle of the street, between heaven and earth at this time, it seems that there is only this one sound left.

"Medium!" Seeing his knights, in the middle of the street, like leeks, being put down by stubble, and behind him, according to his previous orders, the cavalrymen who were still whipping their horses and whipping towards this dead street, Dolgon's eyes were cracked, and his head was full of this word.

"Rush over, rush over! Don't stop! He slammed his horse's belly and shouted and gesticulated at the people around him, whether they could see it or not.

I have to say that in this environment, the choice made by Dorgon is very, very correct, regardless of the outcome of this battle, in front of the enemy, the command is determined, and the judgment made is very clear, if given time, these qualities can indeed make him a generation of famous generals, no, a generation of famous marshals.

However, at the moment, he does not seem to see any light at the end of the day to become a famous player.

A volley of guns came at him, and several men around him suddenly fell from their horses, and he was about to say something, but his own soldiers, without saying anything, pulled him off the horse, and then put the horse in front of him, and they used their bodies to protect Dorgon in the innermost part of the horse.

"What about Bordeau?" There was a roar in his ears, and Dorgon felt that he could hear the sound again, and the shouts of men, the neighing of horses, the clashing of weapons, and the explosion of gunpowder, slowly returned to his head.

"Bordo is dead! Rajah! One of the 'squires' shouted in his ear, pointing in the direction they had just run.

Dorgon tried to look in that direction on tiptoe, and it was swarthy, and from time to time a few sparks whistled in that direction, and a black shadow lay on the ground, and there were corpses of people and horses, but he couldn't tell which one was Bordo, who had been following him all along. In the houses on both sides, there seemed to be countless musketeers, and these gunshots never stopped.

In fact, after the first shot, the North Korean musketeers basically had no chance to fire the second shot--- they had been reduced to a complete ammunition 'medicine' loader, or they actually served the officers and soldiers of a Fengzi battalion, or two people served the officers and soldiers of a Fengzi battalion, whether it was the arquebus in their hands or the new-style musket in the hands of the officers and men of the Fengzi battalion, in their hands, they were loaded again and again and handed to the musketeers of the Fengzi battalion who shot in frontThe musketeers who 'shot' were already covered in the smoke of the muskets like the king of the stove, and their faces were basically black except for a mouthful of teeth.

The streets that were nearly two miles long were littered with human corpses and horse corpses. These corpses, paved the entire road, and finally became a barricade for the knights behind them, making it difficult for them to move. There were also Qing knights who fell off their horses, immediately took their weapons, and rushed into the houses on both sides at the risk of death, causing certain casualties to the musketeers in this house, but this kind of casualties, compared with the layers of casualties in the streets, it is really too much.

"Lord Wang, you can't rush forward, the people in front are all dead!" Several of the 'squires' judged the situation and shouted to Dolgon: "The minions escort the prince out of the city!" ”

In the current situation, there was no room for the slightest hesitation, under the cover of the bodies of the 'squire' guards as 'flesh' shields, Dolgon's group of people struggled in the direction that they had just rushed over, as long as they reached the 'gate' of the city, they were no longer afraid of these musketeers who were hiding in the house and shooting.

Near the city 'gate', there is also a river of blood, and the battle on the west 'gate' street, although there is no earth-shattering gunfire here, but the bloody battle is not inferior to the 'color', the blood 'flesh' is flying, the two groups are pointing to a target --- the city 'gate'.

One wants to close the 'gate' of the city and catch the turtle in the urn! One wants to open the city 'gate' and escape! On the one hand, there is life, and on the other hand, the city of Pyongyang is destined to be full of blood, and everyone is smearing this night with their own blood.

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