As it has been soaked in cold water for a long time, the walls of Jinzhou City are no longer as strong as before. Now they are being bombarded and are clearly crumbling.
boom……
As time passed silently, the Han army sneaked under the city wall, filled the hole in the city wall with explosives, and after lighting the fuse, instantly blew a section of the city wall into the sky.
Several holes suddenly appeared in the originally continuous wall.
Then, it can be seen that there is an inner city wall inside. It is obvious that Dorgon took isolation measures here to guard against the attack of the Han army's Hongyi artillery.
At this moment, a large number of Han troops were still carrying wooden ladders, approaching the city wall, climbing quickly towards the city wall, and attacking the city.
After a while, the sounds of fighting gradually came from the towering city wall. At this moment, a large number of Han troops rushed to the top of the crenellations of the city wall, holding steel knives, and fought against the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty.
Accompanied by the sound of the cold weapon entering the flesh, many female soldiers fell from the top of the city.
At this moment, the sound of "dong dong" drums kept ringing, and a large number of Han troops were almost like a tide, climbing towards the top of the city.
Chen Xiao frowned and said in a deep voice: "The Jurchens have a strong will to resist. Our army is no match for them."
Jia Heng nodded and said: "These are the last essence of the Jurchens. Naturally, we will not give in easily. There is still time to fight in this war."
In fact, just as Jia Heng thought, Dorgon and Azig were racking their brains in the city, arranging their elite soldiers and horses to block the city wall.
When a hole was blown in the city wall, Dorgon ordered his soldiers to rush to the hole for reinforcements to resist the Han army from entering the city through the broken wall.
Dorgon looked at Azig aside and whispered: "Let your soldiers prepare for the Han people to enter the city. We will rely on fighting in the streets. Even if the whole army is annihilated, we will still be able to repel the Han army's attack."
, cannot allow them to take the city easily."
Azig looked deeply and said in a low voice: "Fourteenth brother, once Jinzhou is defeated, our army will be out of danger."
Dorgon looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "We, the Eight Banners warriors of the Qing Dynasty, have never had a city before. We have taken it back from the Han people with one sword and one shot! Today, even if there is no city, why don't we fight this battle?
Already?"
When Azige heard this, he was silent for a moment.
The Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty today are no longer the Eight Banners of the founding of the country.
Under Dorgon's thick eyebrows that looked like lying silkworms, his eyes flickered and he said coldly: "But if you want to stay here, go and defend the city."
With the mobilization of the Eight Banners, they relied on the city to engage in a life-and-death struggle with the Han court army.
After the Han army climbed up the city, they faced the fighting of the Jurchen Eight Banners. For a while, they could not say that they had the upper hand.
The two sides were locked in a fight, and from morning to afternoon, although the city wall collapsed in many places, the Jurchen Eight Banners in the city refused to retreat, holding weapons and weapons, and continued to fight with the Han army.
Until evening, the city had not yet been captured.
"Dangdang..."
As the sound of ringing gold continued to sound, the Han army retreated almost like a tide and returned to the camp.
In the camp——
In the Chinese army camp, Jia Heng sat behind a handsome table with a gloomy and uncertain expression.
Below, the generals from the Beijing camp who are leading the army to attack the city today mostly have a look of shame on their faces.
Jia Heng's eyes were gloomy and uncertain, and he said solemnly: "In today's siege, the Jurchen city wall collapsed, and they were unable to enter Jinzhou City. It is really disappointing!"
When all the generals and generals in the capital camp heard this, their hearts trembled, and most of them had a look of shame on their faces.
General Jia Heng patrolled the generals with a pair of sharp sword-like eyes, and said solemnly: "Tomorrow, all the troops will sacrifice their lives, and we must capture Jinzhou City in one fell swoop!"
All the generals in the capital camp responded in unison.
After the generals left, Chen Xiao, who was on the side, brought a teacup, handed it over, and said, "Okay, let's have a cup of tea to calm down."
Jia Heng took the tea cup, took a sip, and asked, "Is there any news from Mu Sheng?"
Chen Xiao shook his head and said: "There is no military report yet."
Jia Heng was silent for a moment and sighed: "The soldiers on the North Korean side are indeed much inferior in terms of combat effectiveness."
Chen Xiao said softly: "That road is originally a containment, so there is no need to expect too much."
Jia Heng nodded and said, "Let's have dinner first."
However, at this moment, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps outside the military tent. After a while, a royal guard wearing a flying fish suit was seen, cupping his fists and saying: "Governor, Governor Mu's flying pigeon is delivering a message."
Hearing this, Jia Heng raised his eyebrows, put down the chopsticks in his hands, and asked: "Fei Ge delivers the letter?"
Chen Xiao came forward and took the letter from the flying pigeon from the guard of the Jinyi Palace. He put it in his hand and read it intently. After a while, he was slightly startled, and then handed it to Jia Heng who was standing aside.
"The coalition forces led by Mu Sheng defeated the Jurchen soldiers in Niumao Village and opened the way. Wei Tong, the deputy general sent to Hetuala, captured the city of Hetuala." Chen Xiao's eyes flashed slightly and he spoke softly.
said.
When Jia Heng heard this, his face showed joy, and he whispered: "The Jurchens' old stronghold has been destroyed, and people's hearts are bound to be shaken. This news will be spread early tomorrow morning."
Chen Xiao nodded, looked deeply, and whispered: "The Jurchens have been attacked several times, and the country's demise is right in front of them."
Jia Heng said: "Write a military report and report it to Shenjing."
It is estimated that the emperor will be overjoyed after hearing the news.
Chen Xiao responded with a "hmm".
Jia Heng thought for a moment, looked deeply, and said loudly: "The escape route to the Jurchen lair has been cut off. Dorgon and Azig in Jinzhou City may split up their forces and escape, leaving their soldiers to keep an eye on what's going on in the city.
, if there is any abnormality, please report it in time.”
It can be said that the destruction of the old village of Hetuala will definitely make the Jurchens feel depressed.
Because this is a bit like losing your destiny.
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On the other side, Dorgon and Azig were ordering the soldiers in the city to repair the city wall at night. It was better to say that it was repairing, but it was better to say that it was to set up various roadblocks at the gaps in the city wall that had been blown up to delay the Han Dynasty.
The march of the army.
In Jinzhou City, in the government hall, the lights were bright, reflecting two figures on the screen.
Dorgon sat down, his face full of sorrow, and his eyes filled with thoughts.
After a while, Azig came from outside, with an angry look on his face, and said: "Fourteenth Brother, repairs have been completed everywhere on the city wall, and many roadblocks have been set up, but they may not be able to stop the Han soldiers.
.”
Dorgon said in a deep voice: "We are going to rely on Wengcheng and compete with the Han people in the inner city. I have one hundred thousand Jurchen warriors who are not afraid at all just to capture and kill them."
Azig frowned and said, "Fourteenth brother, can you still withstand this situation?"
Dorgon said: "We have to block it even if we can't. Behind us is Shengjing City. Once we abandon the city and leave, Shengjing will face the Han army's 200,000 troops."
As he said that, he looked at Azig and asked: "How are things going now over there in Shengjing City? The Han army has been besieging it for many days. Is there any news?"
Azig felt relieved and said: "It's as safe as a rock."
Dorgon nodded and said: "Shengjing has no room for loss. As long as we hold the Han army in Jinzhou City until October and the weather turns cold, the Han army will definitely collapse without a fight."
Azig frowned, but he didn't feel optimistic about what he said.
Now that the outer city is quite dilapidated, and the Han army's 200,000 troops have attacked the city from all fronts, how can they withstand it for another three months?
I'm afraid three days would be enough.
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The next day, the golden rooster broke at dawn, and the morning light suddenly appeared. Thousands of golden and red rays of rays of light were visible shining on the earth, and on the eaves of the thatched cottage, the rays of light were like red gauze.
It's sunny weather again.
The elite soldiers of the 12th Regiment and Battalion of the Han Army started a new day of siege again after breakfast.
Groups of soldiers wearing black armor and scarlet mandarin duck jackets carried ladders and marched towards the city wall in a mighty manner.
The drums rumbled, and for a moment it was as dense as raindrops.
Jia Heng first ordered his soldiers to shout to the Jurchen soldiers on the city wall. At this moment, his main purpose was to shake the Jurchen soldiers' morale.
"The city of Hetuala is broken."
All of a sudden, many soldiers were shouting together, and in an instant, the soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty on top of the city were confused.
In other words, panicked.
At this moment, behind the city gate tower, Dorgon and Azig were assigning soldiers and generals on how to fill and defend the holes in the city.
At this moment, a man named Ma Bian came from not far away, came to Dorgon, cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, the Han army at the city gate said that Mandahai was defeated and the city of Hetuala was destroyed."
Dorgon was shocked when he heard this and asked, "What's going on?"
Azige looked gloomy and said: "This is the Han army's strategy to attack the heart."
Dorgon was silent for a moment.
Because such a conspiracy obviously cannot withstand scrutiny, and the Han army does not need to do this at all. In other words, it is very likely that the city of Hetuala has really been breached.
If you think about it carefully, this is not impossible, because it has been many days since North Korea attacked Liaodong, and there has been no news. This is obviously unusual.
Dorgon thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Send an order to the whole army. This is a plan of the Han army to shake the morale of the army. The old city of Hetuala is still in the hands of our Qing Dynasty, and the city has not been broken at all."
When Ma Bian heard this, he raised his hands in response, then turned around and left.
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Under Jinzhou City
"Whizzing……"
The arrows were as dense as locusts, pouring towards the city head. After a while, they were nailed to the blue bricks, and their tail feathers were still trembling and shaking.
The Jurchen Eight Banners were holding cowhide shields to resist the attacks of arrows.
A large number of Han soldiers, wearing fiery red armor and carrying wooden ladders, gradually approached the city wall.
Because the generals were reprimanded by Jia Heng the day before, all the young generals present held their breath and led their elite soldiers from the Beijing camp to attack the city.
And the sound of shouts of death continued from the city wall all the way down.
At this moment, several more "boom" sounds were heard in succession, which were clearly from soldiers of the Han army, once again blasting several holes in the city wall. This time, the Han army undoubtedly increased the speed of its deployment of troops.
Many Han troops poured in through the holes in the collapsed city wall.
The Jurchens, on the other hand, instantly sent out many Eight Banners soldiers to fight outwards, and the two sides collided.
Cao Bianjiao took the lead, sweeping thousands of troops with a bright silver spear in his palm. Wherever he passed, many Jurchen Eight Banners were swept away into the distance.
This young general has outstanding martial arts skills and has gradually shown the bravery and invincibility of a general.
At this moment, it happened that Azig led a group of Ma Bian guards from the inner city. When they saw Cao Bianjiao, who was killing everyone in all directions, he pulled the reins of his horse from his crotch and held a big knife, and started to kill Cao Bianjiao.
"clang……"
The swords flashed, and the blades met, making an ear-piercing scream.
This is naturally not the first time the two have fought each other. The weapons of both sides collided at this moment, and they are both familiar with each other's strength and moves.
Like a revolving lantern, the two sides fought for thirty rounds. Both of them were as powerful as the rainbow, and they were equally matched.
The surrounding Han soldiers and Jurchen bannermen were also fighting together. Both sides were going back and forth, but they heard the shouts of killing rising up in the sky and resounding throughout the fields.
Until noon, the Han army entered the city in large numbers. A large number of Jurchen soldiers relied on the walls and gate towers and began to fight with the Han army.
The Han troops mobilized by the Beijing camp this time are all the best among the best. At this moment, they are not afraid of the Jurchens' brave Eight Banner bannermen.
In this way, until the evening, the Jurchen bannermen in the outer city basically retreated to the inner city, and the Han army also occupied most of the outer city.
Jia Heng nodded and said loudly: "The Jurchens still show no signs of collapse. They are indeed a tough nut to crack."
Chen Xiaorong paused slightly and said in surprise: "Then withdraw the troops now?"
Jia Heng raised his eyebrows, looked deeply, and said: "If you don't withdraw your troops, what can you do? Go back and count the casualties."
Chen Xiao said softly "Hmm", but didn't say anything else, but followed Jia Heng back to the camp.
While the two were talking, they returned to the Chinese army barracks. It was the same handsome table as yesterday. Jia Heng sat on a pearwood chair with a backrest.
And a group of military generals, who had entered to supervise the soldiers to attack the city, stood in front of Jia Heng, and the atmosphere was particularly solemn.
Jia Heng didn't say anything this time. He glanced at the generals and said loudly: "Everyone, please go back and rest. We will continue to assemble the army to attack the city early tomorrow morning."
When the generals who were waiting in the military tent heard this, they couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt in their hearts. They turned around and left the military tent and headed towards the hall.
In this compartment, Jia Heng and Chen Xiao sat down, picked up a blue and white porcelain tea cup in their hands, took a sip, and drank the tea without saying a word.
Chen Xiao thought for a while and asked, "What should we do now?"
Jia Heng said coldly: "What else can we do? If we can't beat him once, we will beat him for two more days. Now the Jurchens are like meat on the chopping block and can be slaughtered at will!"
Chen Xiao had a thoughtful look on his face, and immediately said, "There should be news from Shengjing City."
Jia Heng thought for a while and said: "If we can defeat Shengjing or put pressure on Shengjing, Jinzhou will be shaken, and this war may be over."
This Pingliao War did not have many disturbances because a lot of preparatory work had been done in the past. Of course, judging from the current situation, it is unknown whether the subsequent siege will still be so smooth.
Chen Xiao responded softly, and the two finished eating.
Jia Heng said: "The city of Jinzhou has been destroyed, and Shengjing is right in front of us."
"Then we captured Shengjing City years ago." Chen Xiao said.
Jia Heng said: "Maybe."
But before that, Emperor Chongping should receive the news that Hetuala, the old Jurchen village, had been captured.
Where the ancestral graves of the Jurchens are located, digging the graves and whipping the corpses is undoubtedly a great relief.
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On the other side, in Jinzhou City, in the inner city——
Dorgon and Azig sat behind a lacquered wooden table filled with dishes. They sat slumped and had no appetite. Their faces were already gloomy and gloomy.
Although the Jurchen Eight Banners did not collapse during the day's fighting, they shrank to the inner city and the situation gradually became worse.
And the key point is that the destruction of the city of Hetuala somewhat affected the morale of the soldiers in the city.
Azig frowned and suddenly said: "Fourteenth Brother, Jinzhou City cannot be defended anymore, how about...withdrawing the troops?"
Dorgon shook his head, with worried eyes, and said, "Withdrawal? Where can we withdraw now?"
Today's Liaodong is full of Han soldiers and horses. Where can they retreat?
Azig was silent for a moment, thought for a while, and said: "Fourteenth brother, you lead 20,000 troops and horses to Shengjing and defeat them. I will fight the Han army here to the death!"
Azig's idea was to keep one of them, otherwise, once everything is destroyed and the Han army besieges Shengjing City with heavy troops, there will be no way to turn around.
Dorgon's eyes were dark and he said: "I swear to live and die with this city, otherwise once I leave, the morale of the troops in Jinzhou City will be shaken, and the situation will be even more collapsed."
When Azige heard this, he was silent for a moment, not knowing how to refute.
The current situation is quite broken, and we need to find a way out.
Dorgon couldn't hide the worry in his voice, and said: "Go to rest early, there will be a fierce battle tomorrow."
Azig responded, then without saying a word, turned around and strode out of the hall.
Dorgon's dark face was filled with worry.
The great halal is at a critical stage of survival.
It can be said that Dorgon knew better than anyone else that the dilapidated Jinzhou City could not stop the Han army's attack, and as time passed, it was bound to be massively defeated.
Dorgon took a deep breath, looked out at the pitch-black night, and suddenly remembered the expeditions he had made with his father and brother when he was young.
The Aixinjueluo family finally accumulated these inheritances, but in their own hands, they completely fell into the hands of the Han people.
