From the beginning, the Yangzhou offensive and defensive war entered a white-hot stage. In order to show loyalty in front of the new master, Liu Zeqing personally supervised the army and attacked Yangzhou.
Unexpectedly, the first wave rushed up, and the arrows and stones on the city were like rain, killing the soldiers so hard that they could not get close. Liu Liangzuo was furious and selected nine generals and drove the ladder to the city himself.
These guys were wearing heavy armor, holding long spear shields in their hands, climbing up the ladders and rushing upwards. As a result, they stabbed them with long spears in the city, and five generals were killed and four injured. Some were shot in three arrows, some were chopped off their heads, some fell and fell into pieces, and some were burned to death by rockets.
Three thousand elite soldiers and nine generals were killed in an instant.
Liu Liangzuo was even more angry. In the small Yangzhou, there were many soldiers and generals who could actually resist the attack of tens of thousands of troops. Liu Liangzuo did not believe in evil. He had a command to select several powerful generals in the tenth battalion, with 30,000 infantry troops, and ten places to go up the city. He wanted to rely on many people to fill Yangzhou. Moreover, this guy also issued a strict order, and if anyone retreated, he would be killed immediately.
After a night of rest, the next day, the Tatars still attacked the north gate guarded by Yan Yingyuan, fired firecrackers outside the city, and 30,000 troops built ten floating bridges to cross the outer city river together.
Then he climbed the ladder in ten places, and the ants attached to the city. Yan Yingyuan commanded the city to throw bricks and stones, and used a spear to resist the enemy. For a time, rocks flew and artillery fire. Soldiers on both sides died in battle, and their bodies fell to the city. The same was true for the militia at the top of the city, and the casualties rose straight. Fortunately, Yan Yingyuan was well-constrained, and the soldiers behind him continued to replenish, filling the vacancy.
At this time, Boluo and Hong Chengchou led their troops to feel that outside Yangzhou City, and the old thief said to Boluo along the way: "Yangzhou has no soldiers and generals. There is no danger to defend. In my opinion, destroying Yangzhou is only in the evening.
Boluo also smiled and said, "Master Hong. You have forgotten one thing. The richer you are, the more greedy people are, and afraid of death and are not enterprising. In my coach's eyes, Jiangnan is just flat!"
Hong Chengchou also smiled and said, "The warm wind made the tourists drunk, and they regarded Hangzhou as Bianzhou. These people from the Ming Dynasty are not worth mentioning!"
While they were talking, Liu Liangzuo looked embarrassed and came to his master.
"General Liu. Why haven't Yangzhou been defeated yet?"
"No, no!"
"Hmph, the food!" Boluo said bluntly: "There is only one magistrate in charge of guarding Yangzhou, and another general named Liu Zhaoji. They are all names. One of the four towns in Jiangbei, he can't even take over the small Yangzhou. Is it because you, General Liu, is you, meanwhile, want to let go of water?"
"How dare you, how dare you? They really resisted him fiercely!"
Hong Chengchou had a sneer on his lips: "General Liu, it's not that I'm making things difficult for you, but as soon as Yangzhou is broken, Nanjing is right in front of me. Such a great achievement may not be possible in my life!"
"Mr. Hong taught a lesson that Bei Zhi is willing to conquer the city himself and guarantee to conquer Yangzhou!"
Liu Liangzuo was really cruel. He was wearing three layers of armor, two knives hanging on his waist, two knives on his back, holding two knives in his hand, climbed the ladder in his hands, and climbed up to the top of the city. When he was more than one foot away from the top of the city, he suddenly waved his knife, cut off a soldier's legs, and then threw another knife to kill a Ming army.
This guy took advantage of the situation and went up to the top of the city. The Tartar soldiers immediately roared, and Liu Liangzuo slashed around with his sword, like a tiger.
The defenders in the city used coffins to block them and stabbed them with guns, but they could not enter. Now Liu Liangzuo became even more rampant, swinging his machete in his hand, and more and more Tartars rushed up behind him.
When Yan Yingyuan saw the situation, he hurriedly shouted: "Thorn his face."
The powerful people woke up as if they were dreaming, and they stabbed their spears one after another. Suddenly, blood splattered in Liu Liangzuo's face. A soldier named Tang, holding an iron hook sickle, slashed on his neck and blood gushed out.
Five or six more soldiers rushed up, crushed Liu Liangzuo to the ground, and cut off his head with a knife. As soon as Liu Liangzuo died, the city wall was in chaos, and the Tartars rushed up also lost their backbone and retreated one after another.
Yan Yingyuan commanded the soldiers and rushed down, driving all the Tartars down, and then threw Liu Liangzuo's body from the top of the city. When his subordinates saw it, they all came to steal the corpses. At this time, the drums and drums on the city were ringing, and small bricks and stone arrows were like raindrops, and more than a thousand casualties were killed and killed. The blood turned the moat into a river of blood.
The bloody battle continued, and everyone almost forgot to alternate day and night, fighting during the day, fighting at night, fighting at every moment.
After finally repelling the attack of the Tartars, Yan Yingyuan sat on the city wall, gasping for breath. He had only one thought now, that is, that the old man could really calm down! Could it be that he didn't even see such a cruel battle?
Looking at the same exhausted soldier, Yan Yingyuan even had an impulse to tell everyone not to be afraid, there is another great god in Yangzhou who is in charge!
However, Yan Yingyuan did not have the courage after all, so he could only think silently in his heart.
Gu Zhenhua did not take the battle in Yangzhou seriously. What he is thinking about now is how to give the Tartars a greater blow.
"Jianming, according to time, Zou Tong and the others almost came to Liaodong, right?"
"That's right, if it's fast, maybe I've already dug up the old slave's grave!"
Gu Zhenhua nodded slightly and smiled: "The dragon vein of the ancestors is related to the country and the country. As long as it is dug out, we can make a big fuss. Let's see who dares to advocate the fate of the Tartars, and even the ancestors' tombs cannot be kept, so what kind of face can they become the lord of the world."
Fang Jianming's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Dude, I didn't expect that you still have such a layer of silence to be able to protect the body of your father and brother. For Dorgon, it was indeed a big loss of face and even a shake of the foundation of the country. But I was a little worried."
"What are you worried about?"
"When the Tartars were angry, would they also dig up the Daming imperial tomb? If Chengzu surrendered, the tombs would be dug up, and Daming's face would be lost!"
"Isn't that better?" Gu Zhenhua laughed: "The people in the world and the Tartars are irreconcilable. Who in the court dares to oppose fighting with the Tartars to the end?"
Fang Jianming thought about it and then suddenly understood Gu Zhenhua's thoughts and said, "Dude, you are not at a loss at both ends, it's so high!"
Gu Zhenhua smiled slightly: "If the hatred cannot be resolved, it might as well be bigger. But there is a big thing right now, which is how to kill Hong Chengchou!"
"Hong Chengchou?" Fang Jianming could not keep up with Gu Zhenhua's thinking jump a little.
"Dude, the old thief is protected by thousands of troops in the Tartars. It may not be easy to kill him."
"People always have weaknesses. I heard that the old traitor is very filial to his mother. Hong's mother is still in her hometown in Fujian!" Gu Zhenhua said, while his mind was turning rapidly. Hong Chengchou was the most loyal lackey in the Qing Dynasty, and he had a high position and a great reputation. With his role model ahead, countless traitors rushed to surrender to the Tartars.
Gradually, Gu Zhenhua came up with a vicious idea!
"Hong Chengchou, you are in trouble!"
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Gu Zhenhua was still planning a big plan, but far away in Liaodong, some people were in trouble. Lu Mingyue and Zou Tong commanded their troops and entered Chenyang, and the Tartars in the city were immediately hit.
They rushed all the way and killed Daishan's mansion and caught the old guy. Not only Daishan, but also had many children and grandchildren, and there were many servants around him. Five or six hundred people were captured at once, all of them were taken into the courtyard of the royal palace.
Old man Dai Shan was trembling all over, both afraid and hatred!
"I have heard that the Ming Dynasty is a country of benevolence and righteousness. I didn't expect that a group of tyrannical soldiers would be released, which is simply a shame for the Ming Dynasty! Whenever I throw the grave and dig the grave, I will be sentenced to the extreme. It's so outrageous that you dare to do it!"
When Lu Mingyue heard this, he immediately sneered: "Daishan, you are just a savage outside the pass, and you dare to pay attention to benevolence and righteousness to me. Since I want to tell you, I will tell you that Wu Zixu was fighting back to Chu State and whipping the corpse of King Ping of Chu! We imitate our ancestors, what's wrong? Let's tell you to repay your grudges with righteousness and virtue with virtue!"
"Come on, hang this old dog on the flagpole and shoot me to death!"
"Abide by the order!"
The soldiers immediately hung Dai Shan on the flagpole more than three meters high. At this time, Li Yong led a team of civilians to rush in.
Lu Mingyue was not strong enough and had to rely on the power of the civilians. These civilians and the Tartars were as deep as the sea. After they entered the city, they chased the Tartars everywhere. As long as they were alive, they would not let anyone go, killing the Tartars sobbing.
"Sir, don't rush to kill!"
Lu Mingyue smiled and said, "Why, do you still feel sorry for the old guy?"
"We are afraid that it will be too easy for him to die!" Li Yong said gritting his teeth: "Don't Daishan have so many children and grandchildren? We will kill all these little beasts in front of him, so that he can taste the taste of losing his loved ones!"
"Good idea!" Lu Mingyue said: "You guys let it go!"
Li Yong and others rushed to the middle of the prisoners, grabbed Dai Shan's relatives one by one, grabbed the old guy, and immediately took a knife and fell down. A head fell down.
Dai Shan felt a severe pain in his heart, as if he had been cut off his flesh. For an old man, death may not be scary, but watching his relatives be killed is definitely an unprecedented torture.
Dai Shan tried hard to close his eyes and couldn't bear to look at it, but finally a loud cry woke the old guy up. It turned out that the one who was being picked up was his grandson Jieshu!
The child is less than one year old, but he is very beautiful and has a very bright eyeball. Daishan likes it the most.
"If you have any skills, you are all for me. He is still a child!"
"Child, are you killing fewer children?" Li Yong raised Jieshu and threw it hard to the ground. The crying suddenly stopped. Dai Shan opened his mouth and blood spurted out.
Less gossip, they massacred Daishan's family, shot the old guy to death, and finally cut off his head.
Chapter completed!