A few pounds of iron balls hit the city, making a rustling sound. The broken wall bricks and gravels are no less lethal than shrapnel. With a thunderous thunder, several nearby people fell down while covering their bloody wounds.

"Breaking the gun!"

The Ming army was still powerful on the firearm, and the bird gun was pressed down. The bird gun hiding behind the shield hand suddenly cried and exposed its head. A burst of bullets hit him. Several Qing soldiers who had just emerged and were about to shoot arrows down immediately fell down with blood. Another unlucky person fell from the wall that was several meters high.

The city gate towers that were bombed by artillery shells were full of Ming troops, which seemed to be injected with chicken blood. Yesterday, Yang Guozhu, the general of Xuanfu, was killed in an arrow. Hong Chengchou did not raise his nose, and then he replaced the troops of the general of Shanxi, Li Fuming, and then attacked. For two consecutive days, the Ming and Qing armies were like two bulls, with their heads facing the corners of their heads. At a small Xishimen, more than 200,000 troops were fighting in a mess.

Until the bodies of both sides were piled up on the ground, and the blood flowing from the wall dyed half of the city wall red. Seeing that Xiaguan was hopeless today, Hong Chengchou ordered the gold to be mowed back.

Dorgon, who had been commanding the battle on the city wall, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

…………

Although the initiative is on the siege, the defense has the advantage of the city wall after all. In two days, the Ming army suffered at least 2,000 casualties, and the Qing army only had seven or eight hundred.

But even so, it was unbearable for the sparsely populated Qing Dynasty. Moreover, coupled with the military confrontation and consumption for almost a year, the weakening of the Qing Dynasty's national strength was obvious.

Jinzhou Nanguan, the former Nanguan Governor Barracks, the east room.

The remaining tribal patriarch system is still rich. Although the system of the four major Beile's joint political discussion has long been replaced by Huang Taiji's south, it is not as strict as the monarch, ministers, ministers like the Ming Dynasty, more than a dozen descendants of the Aisin Jueluo family, and the Qing Dynasty's descendants who hold core power, sitting in groups of three or three on the famous Northeast kang, crossing their legs. The older ones, like Jierharang, still sadly holding a Dongjiang cigarette, and spit out their eyes from time to time.

The lights as big as beans sway from time to time, and the illumination of people's faces was gloomy and shaking, but except for the sighs, no one was willing to speak.

In addition to the sighs, there were also ticking drippings of water coming from time to time. Clear water was filled with the silver bowl, and the red blood fell into the water drop by drop. In a blink of an eye, the water bowl was already red.

Huang Taiji had been bleeding from the Dongjiang Battle for more than three days. His originally round and shiny forehead had a layer of fine wrinkles, and his eyes were also deeply tired.

After taking it for another half an hour, the blood seemed to finally stop. Put down the bowl. The Emperor of the Qing Empire, the eternal emperor, broke his peace and asked dullly.

"Tell me about the situation! What happened to Jinzhou?"

"Back to the emperor!"

The remaining half of Dongjiang Ruo Zhonghua quickly hit the bowl beside him. Jirgalang lowered his head and replied: "I sent an envoy to persuade the surrender and was driven out by Zu Dashou. Moreover, this guy has left the city in Dongguan today. After a war, they have died or more than a dozen of them, and we have also died or injured."

"This Zu Dashou has begun to restless!"

With his brow raised, as if he showed a little disdain, Huang Taiji put his eyes on Dorgon again and asked loudly: "Old Fourteen, where is your end?"

"Yesterday, Yang Guozhu, the general of Xuanfu, was shot to death by his sons, and today, the butcher Hong replaced the general of Shanxi, Li Fuming. These famous dogs fought for one day like crazy medicine. Now, two white and two yellow have suffered more than 600 casualties, and the city wall was broken!"

"Mr. Ning, how about the grain stored in Yizhou?"

This Yizhou is not Yizhou under Mao Jue's command, but Yi County, Liaoning in later generations, not far from Jinzhou City. It is the bridgehead for the Qing Dynasty to attack Ningyuan front line! It has been planning for Guan Ningjin for a long time, and it has been garrisoning for several years.

But when it comes to this, Ning Wan, who is in charge of logistics, cried like Buddha Kashyapa. He is not as powerful and free as Nurhaci's descendants. The Ming traitor who is serving the side quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed there.

"Return to the master, there are still about 40,000 stones in stock!"

"Forty thousand stones!"

Neither Zu Dashou nor Hong Chengchou moved Huang Taiji too much, but the 40,000 stones really made Huang Taiji's brow twitch, his nostrils turned red again, and blood dripping dripping again.

"Master, take care of yourself!"

Seeing this scene, the yellow bands of Aisin Jueluo's family hurriedly kowtowed on the kang, picked up the bowl and continued to have bleeding from their noses. After a while, Huang Taiji waved his hand irritably.

"I'm fine!"

"My dear ministers Bell, you can decide how to fight tomorrow. I'll go out and get some breath."

"Greatly send me the emperor!"

While shouting, watching Huang Taiji turn out with his bowl, a group of flag masters and drum mountain men once again showed deep worries.

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After leaving the yard, the night wind seemed to dissipate the autumn dryness of July and August, and Huang Taiji's nose bleeding stopped a little. Through the yard, the dark Jinzhou City in the distance seemed to be vaguely visible. After looking at it for a while, Huang Taiji turned his head, but his fat face was filled with deep sorrow.

"Little Guizi, Concubine Chen, what's wrong?"

For the Ming Dynasty, Huang Taiji was a robber, but for the Qing Dynasty, Huang Taiji was definitely a hero. He was the emperor of the ages. He took over the Later Jin Dynasty of the tribal system from Nurhaci, and in his hands, he completed the over-the-counterance towards the empire and conquered the current situation.

This ambitious fat man is still a passionate king. His favorite woman is the pearl of the Korqin grassland. There are too many legends about the love story between Chenfei Hai Lanzhu in the later generations of the two of them.

"Return, my master, I'm going to write to you in the palace today. I'm afraid..., I'm afraid..."

"Master, Master Wu Keshan has no news for four months!"

The little eunuch was extremely trembling. The Qing Dynasty was a slave-remn empire. His life as Han people were not as valuable as the dog guarding the door. Although Huang Taiji was not bloody, who could guarantee that he would not change his face in front of Concubine Chen?

Especially, there is a taboo here!

While he was worried, Huang Taiji's nose bleeding became a little more rapid. After taking a few drops, Huang Taiji simply threw the bowl into the change impatiently and sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry to her!"

It was the first tribe to join forces, marry and surrender with the Later Jin Dynasty. The Korqin tribe was regarded as an abandoned son by Huang Taiji. He fled back in November last year, but this year there was no news. Tens of thousands of people in the Korqin tribe became Baoyi slaves in Dongjiang, and his status plummeted.

Hai Lanzhu's illness is worse than this period in history.

He didn't say anything more. In the worried gaze of the little eunuch, he turned around and returned to the house.

"Greetings to the Emperor!"

In the room, the flag owners and the Beile seemed to have discussed a result, but Huang Taiji probably didn't like this result. After a greeting, Dorgon, Ajige, and Haoge kept aiming at the oldest Jirgalang.

He also felt obviously embarrassed, Jirgalang wanted to speak but stopped.

Who knew that Huang Taiji didn't care about them at all, and his voice suddenly became high. When he returned to the kang, he immediately gave loud instructions.

"Get the map!"

Amid the shocked expressions of the Qing slave owners, the entire map of the western Liaoning Corridor, which was several times enlarged, was laid open, and several braziers were shining in slightest, and the situation chart was marked with red and ink pens. More than 200,000 troops bit each other tightly.

In just a few days, the entire battle situation changed drastically. Originally, Hong Chengchou and Huang Taiji were more like swordsmen fighting. The entire formation of the Ming army was like a slender sword, extending from Ningyuan to Rufeng Mountain, with thin front and thick back. Huang Taiji once hit the tip of the sword with heavy troops, but Hong Chengchou immediately shrank with one touch, and was able to move forward and retreat easily.

But now, the huge Ming army sword has been flattened, squeezing on the Qing army's Jinzhou encirclement like a big mushroom. The image is a bit evil, and it is about to squeeze into the center of the encirclement like abalone.

But behind Hong Chengchou, the Liaoxi Corridor, which is more than 100 kilometers long, is empty!

"here!"

The unsheathed sword was directly used as a coaching stick. In the shocked eyes of a group of flag owners, Huang Taiji smashed it hard on the map.

"Ajige, I want you to capture this for the Qing Dynasty!"

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The confrontation at the forefront continues, but for Tashan, life has become dull and unremarkable. The war has begun almost a year. Even if it is enough to decide the victory or defeat of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the soldiers of the civilians still have to continue to live.

Several Liaodong defenders looked at the sea listlessly.

Apart from personal soldiers, even the Liaodong army did not have military pay. Everyone relied on a few acres of farmland to live. The battle was endless, and the family's fields were naturally thrown away. I didn't know if my wife and children were hungry. I was guarding the port, and the soldier was humming lazyly.

"This ghost world!"

"That's right, it's better to follow Butcher Hong to the battlefield and get one or two heads back, and you can still exchange dozens of taels of silver. Now, it's useless to waste your days and fade out!"

"Come on! I'll exchange for money for people. If I go to the battlefield, maybe who will exchange money for your head!"

With a Dongjiang cigarette in his mouth, the households in the whole family also wandered out. As the soldiers under him complained, he was laughing and scolding.

It was said that it was a hundred households, but in fact it was just a village chief. The regular troops were transferred to the Jinzhou front line. A group of farmers who had left their hoes directly sent out a knife and were carried up. Therefore, the relationship was not as strict as the Guanning Army. Several soldiers immediately responded with a smile.

"Boss, come with a cigarette!"

"Get out of here!"

A few cigarettes lingered in the smoke rings, and several soldiers also started to run the train with their mouths. The first one complained was humming again.

"This is also a soldier. There is food and drink on the other end of Dongjiang Town! I heard that there is meat every meal, and it is like a landlord. Where are we! Drinking the sea breeze here, boss, why do you think?"

"Stop talking nonsense here!"

There is still some political sensitivity to being a hundred households. The hundred households rolled their eyes and scolded them cursingly.

"You guy saw it with your own eyes or the Dongjiang guy lie in your ear to tell you! I'm fine when I hear this. If Mr. Zhang Qian knows, I want you to have a head! I can't save you!"

"Don't go down yet, patrol the sea!"

"What's the best thing about this sea? Do the Tartars have wings?"

Still muttering there, the soldier walked out of the tower impatiently, yawned and looked out, but after looking at it for a few seconds, his eyes suddenly became wide.

"Head! Come and see! What is this?"

On the side of the beach in the distance, on the empty mudflats, countless caterpillars suddenly appeared, and the darkness was twisting densely.

Hearing that the sound was wrong, Baihu ran out of the tower in a hurry. He looked over at him, but his back was instantly wet with sweat and kept roaring.

"Tartars! Tartars! Tartars! Tartars are here!"

The sun gradually settled in the west and rose in the east, but the rising red sun did not bring any warmth to the Ming army. Instead, a cold soaked in the back of no one.

On the shore, the Qing troops were fully revealed. Some were carrying war horses, some held spears, and they couldn't see the boundaries clearly. The bonfires lit last night were almost extinguished, and ferocious roars and roars came one after another.

Who would have expected that so many Qing troops suddenly emerged more than 40 kilometers behind the entire main battlefield.

Moreover, he protected this Ming army, which was usually fucked by the sea, and he retreated little by little like bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

The tide is gone!

At about four o'clock in the morning, the last piece of water dried up, completely revealing the wet beach below. The sea fish and crabs that had no time to retreat were jumping on the beach, but the Ming army had completely lost the mood to catch the sea.
To be continued...