Hauge looked at Ta Zhan who was retreating after being defeated again, smiled bitterly, and said with rare warmth: "Wrap up the injury and rest."
"This slave is incompetent." Ta Zhan wiped his face. He couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears. It was stained with dirt and blood, and his face was so stained that his original appearance was no longer visible.
Although he knew that it was impossible to break out of the siege, even if he broke through the enemy in front of him, could he break out of the city? But driven by instinct, Jianlu was still like a trapped animal in a cage, rushing out in vain.
The steady advance of the Dongjiang Army was already difficult to resist, and the solid defense made it even more difficult for the Jianlu to advance. The crackling artillery and the rain of muskets caused the Jianlu to suffer heavy casualties.
Haug raised his head and listened to the sound of gunfire all around. Although there were still battles in other areas of the city, it could be heard that the scale was not large and there were not many places.
It is obvious that the enemy has occupied most of Liaoyang City, and our own troops are being continuously eliminated.
Haug lamented in his heart that in just one day, the enemy had broken through what he thought was a strong city from the beginning of the attack. It was really unbelievable.
Now, there are still five to six thousand Jianlu who have been defeated and hunted and gathered in this area. The besieging Dongjiang Army has reached more than 20,000, with fierce artillery fire to help.
Death is inevitable. Although when they defended Liaoyang and the city was destroyed, Hauge and other slave chiefs had already prepared to die. But when the knife was placed on their necks, they found that staying alive was the most valuable thing.
Unfortunately, all this cannot be changed. The temporary silence before the war is just brewing a ferocious and abnormal attack.
Looking at the fearful and panic-stricken soldiers on their faces, Haug clenched his fists.
"Fight to the end and let the enemy know that the Jianzhou warriors are ready to die." He howled loudly to his men: "Only by using our bravery to kill the enemy can we honor our ancestors."
"Kill, kill them all!"
"Kill, kill them all!"
In the constant repetition, as if they had been given blood, the remaining Jianlu howled like wolves in their sleep. Under such a situation, it seemed extremely ridiculous.
The howl was echoed and spread continuously, and the entire encirclement was filled with Jianlu's frantic roar of death.
Cui Xiaoyi pursed his lips and showed a sneer. The trapped beast continued to fight, but it was in vain. He could only take a few more breaths.
"Why are you shouting when you are about to die?" He Kegang curled his lips with disdain.
Zu Zerun was also full of contempt. Seeing Jianlu, who was once so fierce that he didn't dare to look directly, in such a state, he couldn't help but feel happy.
"Quak!" Mao Wenlong rolled his eyes on the bell tower and scolded: "If you don't accept death in an honest manner, you will learn to be like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. The squealing is annoying."
Fang Zhenghua laughed twice and said: "The mantis' arm is like a chariot, and Jianlu is about to die, so he can only use his words."
Boom, boom, boom... the dull roars sounded one after another as if they were responding to Jianlu's desperate cry.
From all directions, hundreds of cannonballs flew into the sky, arced, and hit the area where Jianlu was guarding.
Fire, black smoke, and dust, along with collapsed buildings, filled the area, making the area gray and blurry.
Looking at the smoke and dust in front of them, the troops besieging Jianlu were all ready. Field artillery and Franchise guns opened their black muzzles, and rows of muskets were loaded and ready to fire.
It is only one hundred and eighty meters away from the Jianlu contact line. This distance can ensure that mortars with poor accuracy will not accidentally hit our own people.
At a distance of 180 meters, the corpses of Jianlu and horses were scattered everywhere. It was the Jianlu who tried to break through the encirclement, causing casualties to the Dongjiang Army, but in the end their hope of escape was shattered.
"After firing hundreds of cannons like this, there won't be many Jianlu left." Kong Youde pressed his hand on the handle of the knife and smiled ferociously, "I can sleep well tonight!"
Houses were burning, walls were collapsing, and Jianlu's figure could be seen shaking in the fireworks. The crazy howling was interrupted by the sound of cannons, and was replaced by constant screams and howls and people shouting and horses neighing.
Almost all the mortars were concentrated, and the shells fell like raindrops, dealing a heavy blow to the rebels gathered here.
A heat wave hit, and Hauge and the two soldiers were knocked to the ground. There was a choking smell of nitrates in the air, and the tremors of the earth made people dizzy and sick.
There was a loud explosion all around, and the splashing bricks and rocks were everywhere and kept falling. Roofs, beams, wooden frames, windows, there were wooden components everywhere that were smoking and burning.
He hurriedly evaded.
This is the characteristic of ancient buildings. No matter how much fire prevention preparations are made, it is impossible to be perfect. If you want to fight a street fight, it is simply impossible to burn it out.
The Dongjiang Army did not hesitate to destroy all the buildings in the city and consume ammunition in order to minimize casualties.
Cherishing human life was Guo Dajing's unchangeable thinking for later generations, and it constantly and subtly influenced the generals of the Dongjiang Army in making plans and operations.
Originally, it would have been easier and faster to resolve the battle by attacking from all sides. But in the end, due to the stubborn resistance of the crazy Jianlu, the casualties would definitely increase greatly.
Well now, indiscriminate bombing has replaced the brave charge, and the victory achieved with money has saved the lives of hundreds of soldiers.
The mortars were bombarding non-stop, and three to four hundred shells had already hit them. It was unknown how many prisoners were killed or injured. However, most of the houses and buildings were destroyed.
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"The fire is a bit big!" Mao Wenlong frowned, held up the telescope, and said in embarrassment: "If we want to resolve the battle, we have to wait until the fire is extinguished."
Fang Zhenghua blinked his eyes and felt a little dazed. The battle that could have been solved before dark probably won't be calculated until tomorrow!
The fighting in other parts of the city has basically ended, with only sporadic gunshots cleaning up the battlefield.
Amidst the continuous explosions, the troops besieging Jianlu were also at a loss. Just being on guard like this seemed to be no solution.
After more than two hundred cannons were fired, a sound like a howling wolf and the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Unwilling to die in vain, Jianlu burst out in his final madness and launched a desperate attack.
Every Jianlu had a ferocious face, and many of them had gray, bloody, and filthy faces. There were also active wounded soldiers, some holding weapons, some on horseback, some on foot, charging towards them like madmen.
The Jianlu who rushed out of the fireworks were like monsters, running, screaming, stumbling and crawling. Their only thought now was to rush forward and kill the enemy before dying.
If Guo Dajing were here, words such as "Long Live Charge" and "Suicide Attack" would definitely pop into his mind.
Probably even he would not have thought that such a situation would appear here.
Ta Zhan was among the group of captives, riding on his horse he looked like crying and laughing, no different from a madman, waving his scimitar and rushing forward regardless, as if seeking death was his only purpose.
"Fire!"
"fire!"
Accompanied by sharp whistles and passionate orders, each fuse was ignited. For a few short seconds, it seemed like a long time had passed.
Under the pressure of the madly charging Jianlu, the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army were a little stunned. They didn't wake up until the artillery roared and fired hundreds of lead bullets at the enemy.
This is different from an organized and planned attack. The prisoners have no tactics at all. Their purpose is just to die quickly and pick up a few backers.
But in the face of the Dongjiang Army, which is waiting for them, bravery alone is not enough.
The continuous firing of the artillery killed and injured scores of captives in an instant. The muskets in the strict battle formation also began to fire, row after row, skillfully and quickly. The flintlock guns fixedly loaded with paper shells,
It also doubled the rate of fire.
Jianlu fired arrows wildly and attacked with all his strength. The Dongjiang army also opened fire with all its guns and cannons.
The fight between the two most ferocious armies in the world, with the most advanced weapons and the most powerful firepower in the world in Liaoyang City was shocking and heart-shaking.
People and war horses were cut like straw, and the ground was covered with dead corpses and dying wounded soldiers. It was bloodier than a slaughterhouse.
"Kill, kill!" Ta Zhan fell off his horse, rolled on the ground, quickly got up again, and continued to rush forward with red eyes.
White smoke rose from the opposite side, and the bright spots of the muskets were fired one after another. The lead bullets continuously hit the men in front and beside him. Amidst the splatters of blood, screams came one after another.
His feet stumbled again, and Ta Zhan staggered, trying to keep his balance. He didn't want to fall again, he was too embarrassed, and he seemed to hear the laughter of his enemies.
Everything was an illusion. Amidst the loud noise of explosions and the roar of guns, Ta Zhan's mind was already a little confused, and only the thought of moving forward was left.
The luck finally ran out, and Ta Zhan's body felt like an electric shock, more like being hit in the chest with a hammer. A lead bullet hit his chest.
The heavy lead bullet knocked Ta Zhan back two steps. Even though he was wearing heavy armor, he could not withstand the huge impact. Blood surged out of his mouth, taking away his strength and vitality.
On the battlefield, in the hail of bullets, no one's life is more noble, and the way of death is different from others. No matter you are an officer or an ordinary soldier, the damage of a cheap lead bullet is the same.
The black cannonballs poured down again and exploded among the Jianlu. Countless shrapnel, carrying the call of death, fired in all directions, taking away the lives of the Jianlu.
The mortar bombardment divided the attacking Jianlu into two sections. The Jianlu in the front section suffered heavy casualties under the heavy gunfire. The rear section was separated again, and the continuity of the charge was immediately lost.
This is also the Dongjiang Army's regular fighting method. It has been tried and tested repeatedly in several battles, and it also makes it difficult for Jianlu to find a countermeasure.
As a result, there were only a few Jianlu who rushed forward despite the hail of bullets, posing little threat to the Dongjiang Army.
"Kill, charge!" Under the command of the officer, a row of musketeers finished firing their bullets, charged forward with bayonets drawn, and started a hand-to-hand fight with Jianlu.
Another row of musketeers stepped forward, raised their guns, and looked for opportunities to shoot at a distance of only a few feet. Then, they also raised their guns and joined the battle group.
The artillery on both wings roared again, and raindrops of lead bullets swept across, killing and injuring scores of soldiers, leaving even fewer enemies who could rush forward.
With the advantage of more troops and fewer troops, they made up for the lack of hand-to-hand combat. Every prisoner was stabbed to the ground unwillingly, or was shot at close range by musketeers without martial ethics.
The battle was fierce and cruel, and the Jianlu who launched a suicide attack also caused some casualties to the Dongjiang Army, but it could not shake the Dongjiang Army's battle formation, nor could it change their fate of collapse.
Jianlu was also well aware of this. But if he continued to cower, he could only be passively beaten, and he continued to be killed and wounded in vain under the bombardment of artillery.
The enemy did not continue to attack, which disappointed Hauge and other captives. The plan to rely on buildings and streets to fight the enemy failed. Under the bombardment of artillery fire, he died a heroic death with a decisive blow.
Most of the Jianlu prisoners who made a crazy counterattack fell under the heavy gunfire. With extremely unwilling resentment, they used their lives to repay the blood debt they had committed.
The fire continued to burn, and the wind carried the smell of saltpeter and barbecue.
After fierce fighting, the battlefield gradually became silent. The re-adjusted battle formation remained motionless, with guns pointing straight ahead, waiting for Jianlu to attack crazily again.
In order to avoid being too dense and suffering too much damage from the artillery bombardment, Jianlu launched a suicide attack from two or three directions. This divided the strength and was also a helpless move by Jianlu.
The various troops that besieged Jianlu were not so severely impacted. If Jianlu had focused on one side, the damage from the artillery fire would have been greater, but the casualties of a certain unit would have been greatly increased.
"Almost dead?" The generals looked at the area where the fireworks were rising, and Jianlu could no longer be seen.
The final battle ended in this way, which was beyond most people's expectations. Jianlu's final madness was forced, but it unexpectedly accelerated the process of annihilating the enemy.
At this time, Mao Wenlong also arrived with his own soldiers and issued the order.
The troops began to retreat slowly, opening a longer safe distance. The fighting in the city was basically over. The city was severely damaged and it was temporarily impossible to garrison a large number of troops.
Seeing that it was almost dusk, only a small number of troops were left to rely on the city wall to guard, while the large troops retreated to the camp outside the city to rest.
Waiting until tomorrow, when the fire is extinguished and the line of sight is clear, and then sending troops to clean up the battlefield is the safest way. However, the Jianlu have already suffered all their casualties, and the remaining ones are unable to recover, so let them live one more night.
"Commander, the last general is asking for orders to lead his troops across the river."
As a reserve team, the Zuo Xie did not participate in the war. Seeing that the overall situation was decided, Liu Xingzhi came to ask for orders to pursue Guo Dajing's troops.
Mao Wenlong nodded and said: "After crossing the river, march overnight and meet up with Dajing early. Tell him that there will be troops leaving tomorrow and ask him not to rush to attack."
Liu Xingzhi bowed and accepted the order, turned around and galloped away with a few soldiers.
Fang Zhenghua also wanted to follow Guo Dajing and continue to live broadcast the Battle of Pingliao to Chongzhen. However, the battle report in Liaoyang City was not detailed. It was not clear whether Hauge and other slave chiefs were dead or alive, so he could only wait one more night.
Upon hearing the order, all the troops entering the city retreated to safe areas and monitored the situation in the city filled with fireworks from a distance.
As the sun sets, a bright red light envelopes the post-war Liaoyang City, as if heavy blood has been poured on it.