Chapter 1409 Dorgon: It’s still unclear who will win!
Ningyuan City
As the rumbling sound of artillery fire rang out, the entire towering Ningyuan City wall seemed to shake a few times, and soon, the dirt and dust on the wall fell.
Accompanied by the loud shouts of killing, a large number of Han soldiers carried wooden ladders and climbed up to the floor.
Jia Heng held a monocular telescope in his hand and looked at the battle situation in Ningyuan City. He said in a calm voice: "Ningyuan City is destroyed."
This historical Ningyuan City, after being renovated by the Jurchens, can be described as a military fortress. However, with the gunpowder technology of later generations, it could not withstand the explosive power of gunpowder.
At this moment, the elite bannermen of the Eight Banners on the top of the city were fighting with soldiers from the Beijing camp of the Han army. Under the city wall, as a large number of soldiers entered Ningyuan City through the holes in the city wall, the Han troops from the Beijing camp poured in.
At this moment, Prince Zheng Ji'erhalang and his nephew Ai Duli heard what Ma Bian had told him, their faces were gloomy and their eyes were full of solemnity.
"Uncle, the city is destroyed, the situation is over, and it cannot be saved." Aldoli said urgently.
Prince Zheng Jierharang, with thick eyebrows as thick as little fingers, looked deeply and said: "My army will fight to the last soldier and will never retreat. Come, follow me to take back the city. Han
After the army enters the city, there are no more red-coated cannons to show off their evil, and it is still unclear who will win!"
Previously, he had made a promise to Prince Rui, vowing to live and die with Ningyuan City. Now that the city is destroyed, he will not break his promise.
Jierhalang suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist. The long sword had a sharp light and he shouted loudly: "Kill with me!"
As he said this, he encouraged the personal guards around him to charge towards the bandits with a shining saber in hand.
Now, after the city was broken, it was true as Jirharang said, a large number of Jurchen Eight Banners did not collapse at the first touch, but continued to choose to fight with the Han army, focusing on one who was not afraid of death and would not retreat until the death.
At this moment, looking down from a high altitude, I saw groups of Han troops colliding with a large number of Jurchen Eight Banners. Their teeth were intertwined. Every time the weapons collided, you could hear the "puff" sound of sharp blades piercing the flesh.
There was a loud sound, followed by repeated groans of pain.
Countless Han soldiers fought with the Jurchen Eight Banners. At this moment, many soldiers fell into a pool of blood.
Cao Bianjiao held a spear in his hand and stabbed Gu Ermahong to death. At this moment, he didn't pay much attention to the body.
And just as the spears were shining, it was like sweeping through thousands of armies. They led a large number of Han army generals along the horse path that went straight and steeply down the city wall, killing gods when gods blocked them, and Buddha when they blocked Buddhas.
After a while, the Jurchen soldiers below were stirred up by the spear in Cao Bian's palm, trying to fight their way out.
Gradually, a large number of Han soldiers established a firm foothold on the top of the city. At this moment, a large number of Han soldiers poured into the collapsed and dilapidated city walls, burning like flames the Jurchen Eight Banners wearing blue bubble nail armor.
Elite.
At this moment, water and fire collided. At this moment, the blue sea water seemed to be evaporated in the face of the red flames.
In this battle, the Han army dispatched approximately 70,000 to 80,000 people and rushed into the city from three city gates. They undoubtedly had an absolute advantage in terms of strength.
Jierhalang's face was as solemn as iron. He found a black horse to ride on, followed by a group of personal guards and retinues, rushing to support the war.
The bannermen of the Zhenglan Banner were all wearing blue bubble nail armor, holding sharp sabers in their hands, and fought towards the surrounding Han army.
Jierhalang's nephew Aituli stared at Jierhalang standing aside, holding a long knife and chopping up Han soldiers, just like chopping melons and vegetables. He was invincible.
After all, Jierhalang was also one of the best generals in the Qing Dynasty. At this moment, he wielded a long iron sword in his palm, and the soldiers in the Han army turned into souls who were killed by the sword.
At this time, several Beijing camp generals saw this scene and looked at each other. They all held Yanling knives and attacked Jierhalang. However, Jierhalang slashed back and forth with the long knife in his palm, killing him three times and five times.
Second, several generals from the Beijing camp groaned in pain and fell into a pool of blood one after another.
It is clear that there are few enemies under the sword!
After a while, the generals of the Beijing camp fell to the ground one after another due to their superb martial arts, groaning in pain in a pool of blood.
At this moment, Cao Bianjiao came quickly with a bright silver spear in his hand and stabbed Jierhalang head-on.
As he walked closer, the bright silver spear in his palm turned into a spear light and strangled Jierhalang.
The spear was flying like a storm, and the light of the spear was shining non-stop. At this moment, it was carrying endless evil energy and was heading towards Jierhalang to block it.
It's like people are surrounding Jilhalang from all directions.
Under Jierhalang's slightly thick eyebrows, a hint of solemnity could not help but appear on his slightly energetic face.
Cao turns into a dragon!
Jierhalang's thick eyebrows were also filled with evil aura, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he slashed at Cao Bianjiao with a sharp long knife in his palm.
"clang!!!"
At this moment, accompanied by the sound of swords and guns clashing, the two of them looked at each other, and they could see traces of shock in each other's eyes.
In fact, this was the first time Cao Bianjiao had fought against Jierhalang. Although Cao Bianjiao had led his troops to defeat Jierhalang's troops before, the two had never had a head-on confrontation.
Under Jierhalang's sword-browed eyebrows, his eyes were full of evil, and he said angrily: "My child!"
"Thieves, take your life!" Cao Bian held a bright silver spear in his palm and turned into a silver dragon, stirring up the storm and trying to strangle Jierhalang.
The two of them jingled and jingled together, like a revolving lantern, for twenty rounds before they knew it.
At this moment, Ai Duli looked extremely anxious, holding an extremely sharp long knife in his palm, and was attacking Cao Bianjiao.
At this moment, Cao Bianjiao's lieutenant also raised his sword and fought with Ai Duli, sharing the pressure for Cao Bianjiao.
Next, the guards of both sides and the flag men of the two blue flags fought together. The sound of the blades clashing was accompanied by the sound of flesh being penetrated, and the sound of pain could be heard.
At this moment, Jierhalang's face was as solemn as ice, and sweat was dripping from his back. It was obvious that he was somewhat unable to withstand Cao Bianjiao's siege.
The movements gradually became slower.
The thought came to mind that he was old and now the world is dominated by young teenagers.
However, just as Jierharang was dazzling, he suddenly saw a flash of spear light in front of his eyes, which was dazzling. It could be seen that the spear like a dragon was strangled overwhelmingly.
Ji'erharang's heart suddenly trembled, and the sword in his palm rushed forward to block it.
Cao Bianjiao's face was as cold as iron, covered with a layer of hunting evil spirit, and he said in a deep voice: "Common man, suffer death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the moonlight stirred by the spear was like a train, and with the force of thunder, it suddenly pierced Jierhalang's chest.
"Pfft..."
Along with the sound of the spear entering the flesh, Jierhalang felt a pain in his chest, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.
Jierhalang's eyes widened, but he felt pain in his chest. He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly he felt a huge force coming from him.
But he saw that Cao Bianjiao suddenly used his strength and raised the spear in his palm with both hands, clearly lifting Jierhalang up at once.
This undoubtedly caused great damage to Jilharang's body.
Jierhalang groaned in pain, and then his eyes felt inexplicably black, and his consciousness suddenly fell into endless darkness.
And this horrifying scene of picking up a Jurchen prince with a gun naturally fell in the eyes of a large number of soldiers who were fighting not far away, especially some of the Jurchen Eight Banners.
My heart was undoubtedly shocked.
How can you not recognize Prince Zheng Jierhalang?
Therefore, after seeing this scene, the Eight Banners bannermen who were originally charging and fighting undoubtedly lost their spiritual beliefs at this moment, and their originally fierce and fearless momentum instantly relaxed at this moment.
After all, they live and die with the city, but now that Jierhalang has died in the battle, do they really want to fight the Han people to the last drop of blood?
It is better to retreat to Jinzhou. Jinzhou still has a hundred thousand troops of the regent. As long as they escape to Jinzhou, they can still resist the attack of the Han army.
With this thought, some Eight Banners bannermen began to waver.
At this moment, the two vermilion city gates were wide open, and it could be seen that a large number of Han soldiers were pouring into the city like a tide. Tens of thousands of Han troops joined in, and the balance of the war tilted sharply towards the Han army.
At this point, there is actually no difference.
But at this moment, when Ai Duli saw Jierhalang being picked off by Cao Bianjiao's spear, his pupils shrank sharply and his hands and feet became cold.
At this moment, under Cao Bianjiao's sword-shaped brows, his cold eyes were as bright as lightning, and he glanced over at him, seeming to have a sharp light.
Ai Duli's heart palpitated, and he followed the soldiers in a low voice: "Withdraw!"
As he spoke, without saying a word, he evacuated towards the distance under the escort of a group of personal guards.
It was obvious that he saw that the general situation was not good, so he slipped away first out of respect.
The two blue flag bannermen in the city, led by the generals such as the capital commander, deputy commander, counselor leader, and assistant leader, resisted bravely.
The elite soldiers of the Jurchen Eight Banners still have some blood here.
Relying on the city and streets, they fought non-stop with the Han soldiers from the capital, and the shouts of killing shook the heaven and the earth.
At this moment, the fighting power and tenacity of the elite soldiers of the Jurchen Eight Banners were revealed.
After all, there are still 20,000 Eight Banners elites in the city. If used properly, they can still cause considerable damage to the Han army.
However, as a large number of soldiers from the Han army in the capital camp poured into the city like a tide, they gradually completed the cutting and siege of the elite soldiers of the Eight Jurchen Banners.
The soldiers of the Beijing camp, led by the guerrilla generals and the commanders of the 12th Regiment, armed with wild goose feather knives and spears, surrounded and suppressed the elite Jurchen Eight Banners, truly attacking the few with more.
"kill!"
At this moment, the cry of killing was earth-shattering and seemed to stir the sky.
Nearly 100,000 troops shouted to kill in unison, the sound shook the heaven and the earth. How shocking was it?
Looking down from a high altitude, it can be seen that a large number of Beijing camp generals and soldiers are sharply compressing the activity space of the two Jurchen blue flags.
It was not until evening that the shouts of death gradually subsided.
The sky was full of sunset, as bright as clouds, and occasionally a few cuckoos made a cooing sound.
Under the bloody setting sun, broken guns and broken flags could be seen, as well as a mess of corpses from both sides lying on the ground.
Jia Heng put down the telescope in his hand at this moment and said to Chen Xiao who was standing aside: "Now that Ningyuan City is under attack, my army will rest for two days and then attack Jinzhou. Shengjing will be right in front of us."
Chen Xiaoru Qingshuang's face was extremely bright, and she said in a deep voice: "The terrain along the Songshan Mountains is dangerous. Dorgon seems to be blocking my army's northward advance here."
Jia Heng's face was dazed for a moment, and under his sword-shaped eyebrows, his eyes were a little fierce, and he said: "The Battle of Songshan was originally related to the rise and fall of the country's fortunes, and also related to the victory or defeat of the Han and captive countries."
In the parallel time and space of the Ming Dynasty, its path to subjugation began with Hong Chengchou's defeat at Songshan.
Chen Xiao said: "The soldiers have entered the city, so should we?"
Jia Heng nodded and said in a clear voice: "It won't be too late for us to enter the city after we clean up the battlefield."
Chen Xiao suddenly said: "Once Ningyuan City is destroyed, Dorgon will be in a hurry."
Jia Heng said: "It's useless to be anxious. I will nail the nails on Jurchen's coffin one by one. Now it's just the first nail."
Seeing that the city wall in the distance was almost the same, Jia Heng's face was as calm as Xuan Shui's, and he said softly: "Let's enter the city."
Chen Xiao said "Yeah", and then followed Jia Heng quickly towards the city wall that had almost collapsed into ruins.
At this moment, as the sun sets in the west, it can be seen that both of them are riding a maroon horse, wearing a black cloak covering their bodies and wearing black and red brocade python clothes. They have a bit of the charm of the people riding horses on the rivers and lakes.
Ningyuan City
As the sky gradually darkened, the shouts of killing in the city gradually subsided and weakened a lot. On the streets, soldiers wearing red uniforms were cleaning the battlefield.
At this moment, the "clack-clack" sound of horse hooves came from the end of the street.
"The last general has seen the commander-in-chief." Cao Bianjiao's expression paused and he clasped his fists and said.
Jia Heng pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand to help, and said loudly: "General Cao does not need to be polite. Have the remaining enemies in the city been cleared?"
Cao Bianjiao nodded, with a slight pause on his face, and said: "Commander, all the remaining enemies in the city have been eliminated. The captive king Jierhalang has been killed by the last general, but unfortunately, Ai Duli, Jierhalang's nephew, escaped."
Jia Heng's eyes flashed coldly and he said: "No one can escape."
"How many soldiers and horses were taken away in total?" Jia Heng asked.
Cao Bianjiao said: "Come back to the commander-in-chief, there are about three to four thousand people."
Jia Heng frowned, his eyes flashed, and said: "General Cao, this is not the place to talk. Please follow me into the Yamen hall to talk."
Cao Bianjiao's face was excited, with a hint of thoughtfulness in his eyes, and he said softly: "Commander, please."
Jia Heng then followed Cao Bianjiao towards the government office in Ningyuan City without saying much else.
Everyone sat down, and at this moment, other generals in the Beijing camp also saluted the young man in the python suit.
Jia Heng sat behind a lacquered wooden table, with two sharp sword eyebrows, his eyes wandering down to the generals below.
After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work, generals."
Previously, reprimands were reprimands, but now that Ning Yuancheng is under control, verbal praise should be given at an appropriate time, without any expense.
Sure enough, when the generals below heard this, their calm faces showed a hint of pride.
Isn't the life and death in these days just for the praise of the young Duke in front of me?
Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "But next, when facing the power of the Goddess, you should also guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and must not make hasty advances."
"yes."
Upon hearing this, all the generals present spoke in response.
Cao Bianjiao nodded and said, "Commander, when will our army march to Jinzhou?"
Jia Heng stared at Cao Bianjiao and said loudly: "Take a rest for two days and let the soldiers have a good rest. There is no rush for it."
Obviously, the battle in Songjin cannot be decided in one or two days. Now that Ningyuan City has fallen, there is no rush for this moment.
Jia Heng's face was calm, his eyes were aggressive, and he said loudly: "In the next few days, the follow-up muskets, ammunition, and arrows will be replenished to the front line. In the past few days, the injuries of our soldiers need to be diagnosed and treated."
During this period of siege, the Han army also suffered many casualties. Obviously, these soldiers could not ignore it.
After the generals were handed over, at this moment, the guards in Jinyi hurriedly crossed the threshold and entered the hall, saying: "Captain, thank you for your military report."
Jia Heng looked at the Jinyi palace guard and said loudly: "Bring it over and show it to me."
At this moment, the guard in Jinyi beside him took the military report, turned around and handed it to Jia Heng, saying: "Captain."
Jia Heng's face was as clear as water, he looked at the military report in his hand, raised his eyebrows, faced the gazes of Cao Bianjiao and other generals, and said in a deep voice: "Xiehou met the Jurchen Mongolian cavalry near the Xiaoling River.
We have 7,000 men under our command, and we have discovered that they are the cavalry that surrounded our army and intercepted the food road."
Upon hearing this, everyone present will have a look of joy on their faces.
Jia Heng stared at the generals and said: "Generals, it can be seen that the Jurchens never forget to make a comeback from desperate situations. As long as Shengjing is not captured for a day, I will not be able to let go of a string for a day."
When all the generals heard this, they raised their hands and said yes.
When the generals dispersed, the military tent suddenly became empty.
Jia Heng stared at Chen Xiao standing aside and said loudly: "Xiaoxiao."
"Let's eat first." Chen Xiao was holding a wooden plate and placing it on a short table. There were various dishes placed on it.
Jia Heng sat down, picked up a pair of bamboo chopsticks with thin round roots, a thoughtful look on his face, and whispered: "Song Jin Xian, do you have the latest spy information?"
Chen Xiao shook his head and said, "That's not true."
Jia Heng picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of tofu, put it in Chen Xiao's bowl, and said, "Let's eat first."
Chen Xiao softly said "Hmm", but he was used to the mutual affection between the two of them as a couple.
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Jinzhou City
It was late June, and the weather in June was always changing. Black clouds were billowing in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, there was a lot of rain.
Jinzhou City, among the government offices——
Dorgon was sitting behind a lacquered wooden table, holding a military newspaper in his hand, his face extremely solemn.
This is another military report sent by Luck Dehun. The report states that the Han troops of Gaizhou Guard and Haizhou Guard are attacking Liaoyang City fiercely, and Liaoyang City will not be able to hold on.
General Dorgon put his papers on the tables aside, his face as gloomy as iron.
The situation is getting worse and worse.
At this moment, Dorgon's resolute face was covered with a thick layer of worry.
Azig's face paused slightly, frowned, and said dissatisfiedly: "What is the purpose of this Luck Dehun coming here to complain again and again?"
Dorgon sighed and said: "The Han army has deployed a lot of Hongyi cannons in the Jiangnan Navy. This time it is the Han army's Jiangnan Navy that is mainly attacking Liaoyang. There are sixty or seventy Hongyi cannons alone.
Due to the intermittent bombardment, Liaoyang City can no longer hold on."
Azige said in a loud voice: "The Hongyi cannons are very heavy and inconvenient to carry. Why are there so many of them?"
Dorgon's eyes were full of worry and he said: "Now it is the Han army that has improved the craftsmanship."
"Didn't we also install nearly a hundred gates in Jinzhou City this time?" Azig nodded and said loudly.
This is the entire property of the Qing Dynasty, and these nearly a hundred red cannons are also the reason why Dorgon was able to resist the Han army in Beijing.
Dorgon looked worried and said: "If Jinzhou cannot be defended, Shengjing City... will be in danger."
At the end of the sentence, Dorgon suddenly felt a surge of sadness and fear.
"Brother Emperor handed over the inheritance of our ancestors to me, but he didn't want to end up in the current situation. I feel so ashamed of him." When Dorgon said this, he felt discouraged.
Azig was a little at a loss for a moment, and said with relief: "Fourteenth brother, don't blame yourself too much. I, the Qing Dynasty, are blessed by God, so there is no need to worry too much."
Under Dorgon's thick eyebrows, the worry in his eyes was temporarily suppressed, and he nodded and said: "You are right, we still don't know who will win!"
Azig said: "The elite of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty have been here for decades, and they are really fighting to the death on the battlefield. There is no way the Han people can stop them!"
Dorgon nodded.
Just as the two brothers were encouraging each other, a tall guard came quickly to the room under the eaves. He looked anxious and whispered: "Prince Regent, the battle report from Ningyuan."
Dorgon looked surprised and ordered Ma Bian to take the military report from the guard. At this moment, Azig was holding a candlestick and helping Dorgon light it.
Dorgon took the military newspaper and read it attentively, his expression suddenly changed.