【1832】Ningyuan City Offensive and Defensive Battle (6)
Huang Taiji took the opportunity and said: "Father Khan, I think you should stay in the rear and take command. It's just Ningyuan City. There is no need for Father Khan to go into battle in person. My son will be fine."
Nurhachi was also interested in training Huang Taiji. He nodded: "Okay, then you should also pay attention."
"Yes~"
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Ma Xiaoquan and Ma Yuan were breathing heavily. Ma Yuan's arm was cut with a deep bloody cut. Ma Xiaoquan also lost his tempered skin because his physical strength was exhausted too quickly.
The two of them were back to back and looked up at Beiming Shuangxue's location, which was less than ten meters away.
"Second brother, how are you?"
"Haha, it's okay, but you kid, I see you're injured too. You can't use any of your hard Qigong."
"hehe."
"Fourth son, you kid, you fought side by side with the second brother as soon as you came here, haha, it's interesting, it's interesting."
As soon as Ma Yuan finished speaking, a dozen Jurchen soldiers rushed towards the two of them.
Ma Xiaoquan raised the short knife that was already full of gaps and blocked the person in the front. Then she raised her foot and kicked the person to the ground. She then added another knife and cut the person's neck.
Ma Yuan also forcefully grabbed the neck of a Jurchen soldier who rushed forward, squeezed hard, and there was a cracking sound. The opponent's throat bone was crushed by him, and the person held his neck until he was ughing.
Blood also spurted out of his mouth.
Ma Yuan did not hesitate, picked up the machete, and slashed down.
With a "poof" sound, Ma Yuan's machete hit the Jurchen soldier's neck hard, cutting off half of his arm as well.
Blood spurted out instantly, turning the two brothers Ma Yuan and Ma Xiaoquan, who were originally "blood men", even redder.
Ma Xiaoquan wiped off the blood on his face, spat out bloody spit and said, "Second brother, can't you just keep an eye on me?"
Ma Yuan laughed and said: "There is no effort~ Take it easy and go, Xiaomei's hair is hanging down."
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Beiming Shuangxue's long blood-red hair extended bit by bit towards the bottom of the city wall. As it extended, the long hair continued to harvest the lives of those who touched it.
What is frightening is that Beiming Shuangxue's long blood-red hair does not distinguish between friend and foe. In other words, anyone her long hair touches, whether it is the Jurchen army or the Ming army, will be entangled and killed equally.
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The long hair was originally blood red. After continuously killing the Ming and Jurchen armies, the blood color of the long hair became more obvious. Due to the severe cold weather, the blood on the long hair gradually formed into ice strands, which appeared from afar.
Looking at it, it actually emitted a crystal clear red light.
Ma Xiaoquan and Ma Yuan stabbed and kicked each other, and finally threw themselves in front of the long blood-red hair. They looked at each other, and Ma Xiaoquan reached out his hand first and pulled.
On the city wall, Beiming Shuangxue felt Ma Xiaoquan pull her hair, and said in surprise: "Sister Yue'er, my husband, it's my husband..."
Hua Yue opened her eyes and smiled slightly, a trace of blood gushed out from the corner of her mouth, then she suddenly raised her head and screamed.
The next moment, a group of more than two hundred goshawks suddenly flew over Ningyuan City.
Yuan Chonghuan raised his head, saw something strange above his head, and praised: "It turned out to be a rare group of eagles... What are the origins of Brother Ma's two wives, and how can they be so strange?"
Goshawks usually act alone, but Hua Yue is the only one who can call goshawks in groups.
Hua Yue screamed again, and a goshawk above her head suddenly circled and flew down. Hua Yue stretched out her right arm, and the goshawk seemed to recognize her, fluttering its wings and slowly landing on her arm.
superior.
This goshawk is very large, with its wings spread out and is almost as tall as Hua Yue. What's even more exaggerated is that when it lands on Hua Yue's right arm, its pair of sharp claws are actually bigger than the palm of an ordinary person's hand.
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Hua Yue raised her head and looked at the goshawk. The cry from her mouth was very strange, and the goshawk kept making chirping sounds as if it was bargaining with her.
After a while, one person and one eagle seemed to have reached some kind of agreement. Hua Yue shook his arm, and the huge goshawk spread its wings and flew away.
"Sister Yue'er, what did you say to that goshawk?" Beiming Shuangxue asked.
Hua Yue chuckled and said, "Let's bargain. Well, we'll talk about it later. Xiaomei, please stretch your hair a little longer."
"Okay~~"
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At the same time, the goshawks in the sky suddenly formed a neat formation, and then swooped down without warning.
Unlike Beiming Shuangxue's hair, the goshawks clearly "recognized" the Ming army. Each goshawk swooped down and deliberately avoided the Ming army.
There are not many Ming troops under the city wall, and even if there are, they are all laggards. Facing the hordes of Jurchen troops, they also know that they will not survive long, so in battle, these remaining Ming troops are quite lethal.
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A goshawk flew through the air and scratched a piece of the Jurchen soldier's face. The Jurchen soldier's face was so painful that he screamed in anger.
The next moment, the Goshawk Brigade arrived, and their target was the Jurchen Army.
In an instant, the Jurchen army was in chaos.
"It's now..." Ma Xiaoquan and Ma Yuan grabbed Beiming Shuangxue's long hair at the same time. Beiming Shuangxue sensed the two of them, and the blood-red long hair began to shrink slowly.
Cold arrows were shot from the distance. Ma Yuan and Ma Xiaoquan kept waving their weapons to block them. Most of the goshawks attacking the Jurchen army were killed by the flying arrows.
One after another, the goshawks fell to the ground, and none of them were completely dead. They were still flapping their injured wings on the ground.
Ma Xiaoquan raised his head and finally saw Hua Yue and Beiming Shuangxue.
As Beiming Shuangxue's long blood-red hair continued to retract, Ma Xiaoquan and Ma Yuan finally returned to the city wall.
"Yue'er, Xiaomei~" Ma Xiaoquan jumped onto the city wall excitedly.
Hua Yue just smiled slightly, then made a "pop" sound, rolled his eyes, and collapsed to the ground.
Ma Xiaoquan was startled. How could he save Yue'er from fainting when she came up?
"Ms. sir..." Beiming Shuangxue also seemed very weak. She glanced at Ma Xiaoquan, rolled her eyes, and fainted.
"Second brother..."
Ma Yuan nodded and hugged Beiming Shuangxue sideways: "Little fourth son, don't say anything. Send your two wives to a safe place first."
"Hmm~~"
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Not far under the city wall, Huang Taiji watched with his own eyes as Ma Xiaoquan and Ma Yuan climbed up. He also witnessed the woman with long blood-red hair and the woman in white who could scream in a way that ordinary people could not.
"There are such unusual women..." Huang Taiji's eyes flickered, "If I take Ningyuan City, I must snatch them away. They must be mine, and they can only be mine...
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In the south city of Ningyuan City, the defender Zu Dashou was fighting fiercely. The Jurchen army under the city kept climbing up and attacking. Zu Dashou and his soldiers killed the Jurchen army who climbed up.
The cold arrows from the distance struck one after another, and the direction could not be determined. From time to time, some Ming army generals were hit by arrows and fell to the ground.
Zu Dashou was very calm and ordered other soldiers to quickly take up positions and pull back his injured or dead comrades.
You must see people alive, and you must see corpses when dead. This is the order Yuan Chonghuan gave to Ningyuan City. It is not only effective for the Jurchen army, but also for our own side.
"General, General Yuan has returned the cannon to us, we are ready~"
Zu Dashou nodded and cursed: "What the fuck, you guys are really awesome in their movements. Those two to three thousand kilogram cannons can be pulled back as soon as they are told. No matter what, just light them up for me. They'll be fierce."
Explode those naughty Jurchen grandsons so hard that they won’t even know their father!”
"Yes~"
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The cannon primer was quickly ignited, burning bit by bit until it burned into the nozzle. Then, there was a loud bang, a tongue of flame more than ten meters long spit out from the muzzle, and then, there was another loud noise in the distance.
Zu Dashou squinted his eyes and saw the area ahead that was blasted by the Hongyi cannon, and clapped his hands happily.
"You idiots dare to attack our Ming Dynasty, let you eat cannons, and blow you up to death..." Zu Dashou said, stretched his bow and nocked an arrow, aimed at a Jurchen cavalry under the city, and fired the arrow with a crash.
The next moment, the Jurchen cavalryman below the city screamed and fell from his horse after being hit by an arrow.
Zu Dashou put down his bow and arrow, picked up his saber, raised it and said: "Be on guard at the front, and the brothers behind, use their spears to poke me. When they come up, I will poke them all down, leaving no one behind!"
"Yes~~~"
Zu Dashou nodded, feeling a little proud when he saw a dozen Jurchen soldiers coming from the front of the city wall.
"Damn it, how did they get here?" Zu Dashou was so angry that he rushed over with his saber and killed them on sight.
After more than a dozen breaths, he finally killed all the Jurchen soldiers who came up. Zu Dashou blinked and saw that these idiots used reinforced ladders.
"General, what should we do? There are others behind us~~"
Zu Dashou scolded his mother and said: "What are you afraid of? Go get the poles. Aren't they setting up ladders? Then we will use the poles to destroy their ladders. I don't believe it. Their crudely made ladders can still be used."
Comparable to our support pole?"
Zu Dasheng gave the order, and immediately a dozen Ming soldiers came running over carrying long poles.
One end of the pole is a gripper, and the other end is like a carpenter's chisel hook.
Zu Dashou's purpose is very clear. Aren't you Jurchen soldiers going up the ladders? Then I will destroy them one by one to see how many ladders you have.
At this moment, two more ladders slowly rose from under the city wall.
Zu Dashou personally carried a long pole, held it firmly, squinted one eye, aimed at the link of the ladder, and suddenly knocked out the pole.
When the end of the pole with the hook touches the link of the ladder, it clamps the link like a noose.