In this battle, Mao Jue transformed into a maggot.

The battle at Qingyang Pass was just over the third day, and the creaking sound of the wheels was already sounding outside Kaiyuan City.

But this is not a dilapidated pass city like Qingyang Pass. Although it lacks repair, it seems that the Jurchens don’t care much about city defense, but it is still a majestic city. The city defense level of the Ming Dynasty is divided into five levels: town, road, guard, and fort. Kaifeng Chenyang belongs to the town city, and Kaiyuan belongs to the road city that is only second to one level.

Especially this place is a frontier military base that shocked Mongolia, Yehe and Jianzhou back then. It formed the Liaodong defense chain North Gate Guanji, with the Tieling City behind it. It has three-dimensional defense and many blocks. Kaiyuan is not just a city, but also a group of fortress satellite cities.

Nurhaci fought the Kaitiu War that year, which was not a desperate attack. During the Kaiyuan Battle, General Malin refused to give up the base outside the city and led the defeated army of Sarhu to face the enemy in the moat outside the city. Nurhaci attacked in turn with heavy troops with shields. The Ming army was vulnerable to the battle and retreated. He took the opportunity of the Jurchen spies in the city to cause trouble and opened the city gate. The Jianzhou army rushed in and almost completely captured Kaiyuan City. At this time, the one that was presented to Mao Jue was such a close-to-complete Kaiyuan City.

When he picked up the telescope, Mao Jue's skin couldn't help but twitch.

He himself is a madman in the city cultivation. In Dongjiang and Heilongjiang, reinforced concrete rose one by one. During the Battle of Dongjiang, these stone guys once gave Huang Taiji a headache. Now it is the feng shui that turns, and it is his turn to suffer this bitter fruit again! Even if it is not reinforced concrete, the fort built by the Ming Dynasty that inherited thousands of years of urban defense and war experience in the farming nation cannot be underestimated.

The lead-gray wall bricks were covered with swords and carvings left over from war. The vicissitudes of time were like the Ming city wall in the later generations. In the hands of the Ming Dynasty, they had resisted several battles outside the pass. Behind the neat battlements, the eight Han Banners soldiers dressed in gray and blue were transporting defensive materials back and forth to the city, such as arrows, wood, tinder, and gold juice, and were ready to call them all to the Dongjiang Army.

It is estimated in the telescope that the city wall is about eight meters high, and according to the inside line, the width is at least five meters thick. Even if the Dongjiang army has many cannons, it will take at least a month to defeat the city wall. After all, Mao Jue is not a chemist and cannot study strong explosives. There is already a precedent for the black gunpowder explosion in Li Zicheng. Tens of thousands of kilograms of gunpowder exploded Kaifeng City, but the city wall did not explode. Instead, the broken stone fragments that jumped up injured many peasant soldiers, resulting in the failure of the Second Battle of Kaifeng.

Moreover, the city wall here is a typical rammed earth-covered brick wall in the Ming Dynasty. Don’t look down on the rammed earth wall. If it is not used, the ancestors would not have put in huge manpower and material resources to build it from generation to generation. This thing is amazing in defending against various catapult weapons. The soil walls can be deformed to remove their strength when they are attacked by external forces. Some rammed earth walls of the Han Great Wall stand in the wind and sand even thousands of years later.

On the contrary, Mao Jue first built a concrete wall with wood as a core, and its ability to resist strikes was far less than that of rammed earth. The hard wall easily collapsed under the influence of stress, and lost to the candles at the golden spear head. Later, with the steam engine, the steel bar output increased significantly, the new reinforced concrete wall was stronger.

Moreover, it was not just the city wall, one or two kilometers next to Kaiyuan City, and there were also Acropolis military forts in all directions. When Malin defended Kaiyuan, his troops were only 10,000 or 20,000, and he could not exert all the city defenses. However, at this time, the Qing army was no less than 50,000. It was when he was exerting the defense of Kaiyuan City to the extreme. Mao Jue had no internal support. Before he wanted to attack the city wall, he had to take down these border forts first. It took a lot of time and a lot of blood to fight the periphery.

"Tsk..."

Putting down the telescope, Mao Jue shook his head helplessly.

"Mr. Jiang, how about it?"

He never expected that this good thing that was leading the way would fall on him. Pang Dahai couldn't help but ask anxiously, but Mao Jue couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"What should I do? Just mix it with cold!"

"Cool?"

"Why are you still standing there? Digging trenches, besieging the city, and launching the shelling! Do you still teach you with me?"

After somehow being beaten up, full of sadness, Fatty Pang was muttering while going down to do business.

"Did you get angry for no reason? Could it be that Mr. Hong kicked him off after not doing his job well last night? Well, it's possible!"

Having no idea that he, a black-hearted subordinate, was choreographing him in his heart, Mao Jue raised his telescope again.

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Mao Jue was so anxious. As the invaded party, Emperor Huang Taiji of the Qing Dynasty was even more angry. After the attack formation of the Dongjiang Army gradually unfolded, he held a golden bowl with one hand and a telescope with the other, and the ticking nosebleed continued to flow into the bowl, dyeing the clear water in the bowl red.

At this time, Huang Taiji seemed more haggard than during the Battle of Song Jin. His fat body seemed to shrink a lot, and his originally fitted clothes drooped loosely.

The situation did make him angry. The whole battle was like the Songjin Battle was replicated more than a year ago. However, this time the aggressive side changed from him to the Ming Dynasty, and it was Mao Jue's turn to besiege the city and attacking aid.

I guess even Nurhaci would never have expected that the Qing Dynasty would have been invaded from the north. If Kaiyuan was lost and a Tieling could not support much, then the Qing Dynasty would face the same problems that the Ming Dynasty had faced at the beginning. On the empty Liaohe Plain, there was no danger to defend Shengjing Liaoyang, and it was exposed directly before the front of the army.

More importantly, the Ming Dynasty just lost a piece of it, and the Qing Dynasty really had no way to retreat. It retreated to the grassland? Following the Mongolian Taiji people, shepherded sheep. I didn’t even dare to think about Huang Taiji.

But after all, he was a hero, and he would never give up until now. He watched the Dongjiang army dig trenches like the Qing army surrounded Jinzhou. He first isolated Kaiyuan City. At the same time, the Kaishi Fort in the north was ping-pong sounded, and the soldiers fighting on the top of the city could vaguely hear the desperate roars. Putting down the telescope, Huang Taiji turned his head and asked over again.

"Is there no movement on the other end of Jirhalang and Huerhan?"

The sorrow on Fan Wencheng's face was almost as strong as an old farmer who had been suffering for hundreds of years on the Northwest Loess Plateau. He also bent down with a hunched back with difficulty as he was aged a few years.

"Back to the emperor, the Great Bell is coordinating the various departments!"

In his pupils, the rich murderous intent was revealed inconsistent with his weak body, full of gloom, and Huang Taiji roared in a ferocious face.

"Let me write to Jirgalang again, and I will grant him full power, and at all costs if necessary!"

"Slaves obey the order!"

After kowtowing heavily, Fan Wencheng turned around and came out. Looking at Huang Taiji's thin body, the other person also flashed a few times with his eyes.

As if he felt something, Huang Taiji suddenly turned around, but Hong Chengchou had already lowered his head earlier.

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The wars in this era seem to be so boring. Digging ditches and fighting aids, and the battle of Kaiyuan are exactly the same in Jinzhou. The only thing that Huang Taiji is different from Hong Chengchou is that he has a backhand who is swaying outside.

In the upper reaches of the Liao River, the Mongolian coalition camp, the yurt quarreled again.

"In May, when cattle and sheep are fat, they will immediately send troops to advance east!"

"No, send troops immediately! There is food supply in Wula City, Jilin, and it will take you three or four years to eat!"

"What if I can't hit it?"

"You dare to doubt the Emperor!"

Here, Wimbledon Huer finally lowered his head slightly, waved his hands repeatedly and rejected: "I don't dare!"

However, in terms of position, the descendant of the Tumote Shunyi King was still unshakable and still shook his head without giving in.

"But if we can't fight, our troops will have to famine again this year! Now we are forcibly going to fight, and the soldiers are also worried that their families will not be able to fight! Even if we can't win this battle, we'll ask Mr. Beile to beg until May!"

"It really doesn't work. Master Beile will transport some food first! Anyway, the Qing Dynasty is strong and the emperor is rich all over the world. Let the soldiers fill their stomachs first. At that time, they will be able to kill Wula, Jilin, and then return the food back!"

Zaisang pretended to be a good man and mediated it. Of course, it was not easy for them alone. Even under the control of Ezhe, many Mongolian nobles Taiji, including the Wanhu of Nachahar Central, nodded and praised the following. This scene has happened many times in the past half month, and even Jirhalang's face turned pale.

But at this time, all the troops were dragged into the walls of Liaodong. All Jiergalang could do was to threaten these prairie wolves with verbal threats and full of rage. He shook his sleeves fiercely.

"You wait, the emperor will definitely be punished on this matter!"

"Please take care of Baylor too!"

He also brought the clay Buddha Ezhe and Hu Erhan, who had become a decoration, came out of the tent. He raised his head again, and the sneer on Zaisang and Wenbuchu Huer's faces became increasingly strong, and the weakness of the Qing Dynasty gradually appeared in the eyes of the grassland wolf.

When he returned to his camp, Wimbledhul's steps were a little floating. This one shouted that the food was tight. As soon as the other end entered the house, he directly ordered another whole sheep to roast it. He served wine in broad daylight and recruited a few beauties to drink and have fun.

The once lofty master of the Qing Dynasty has now shined with glory. The dream of King Shunyi, who once dominated Mongolia, was rekindled. Even Wimbledhul did not want to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight by the Liao River. With his ambitions expanding, he wanted to rush back to Tumochuan immediately and take the opportunity to leave Huang Taiji on the grassland except for those nails. When the rest of Mongolian Taiji returned, his Tumote tribe would be the first to prepare for war.

Now that the Chahar tribe has fallen, maybe the next Mongolian Khan will be his Wimbledon Hur!

"Father!"

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful he became. When he was happy, a brisk voice came from outside. With the sound, a young Mongolian man with a head, a head, a head, a head, money, and rat tail in a Jurchen style, but wearing a Mongolian robe, looked no matter what he was, he walked in quickly.

The good mood broke slightly because of the arrival of this young man. Among the more than a dozen sons of Wimbledon Hur, the one he didn't like the most. He was born with a female slave on a whim. Seeing his face being fast, Tumottaji frowned and scolded.

"Hatajin, what are you doing?"

"Father, just now, the child was drinking with Zahalan on the other end of Sunihan, and accidentally saw the Han man under Huerhan enter Zaisang's tent!"

"Is there such a thing?"

Seeing that Song Xiance was going together, when boycotting the Qing Dynasty, Sunit and Tumot were considered ally, and Zaisang's attitude was also of great importance. If he reached an agreement with Shengjing secretly, he still didn't know that it was likely that someone would be the knife. In desperation, the tall Tumot Taiji simply pushed away the beauty around him, stood up suddenly, and scolded him in a stern voice.

"You have heard something, let me say it one by one!"

Looking at the slightly shaking legs and feet of Wimbledon Huer's drunkenness, a cruel expression slowly emerged from the corner of Hatajin's eyes.

"Back to my father, I heard... Master Beile wants you to go to hell!!!"
Chapter completed!