It was early one morning, and the roaring war drums shook the sky. Holding a telescope, Sun Chuanting climbed the city tower again and looked at the south end.

He was very satisfied with the results of yesterday. He felt addicted to fighting for Dongjiang. The three-dimensional firepower and cannons blasted their heads. Although Sun Chuanting had never fought with Jiannu, Lu Xiangsheng died in the battle of Jiazhuang in the 11th year of Chongzhen. He also shook his head in Jinzhou with his subordinates tremblingly. Now he rubbed the Eight Banners Army, which was claimed to be invincible, to the ground, and at least thousands of people were killed. He died in less than twenty of his own battle. It was so cool!

If the court also had such an invincible firearm unit, it might not have ended up in such a situation!

Looking at the Qing army camp opposite, Sun Chuanting suddenly became in a daze, but then a sense of fear appeared on his face.

It is impossible for the Ming Dynasty to have such an elite firearm unit!

First of all, the soldiers, even the food in the field was canned meat and jerky, and they were made of meat and vegetables. Even when the Qin army under his command was the best, it would be the New Year to have a meal of meat. The soldiers would eat like a little landlord? Before the silver was released, they had to be deducted by civil servants and eunuchs.

Then there was logistics supply, and even Sun Chuanting couldn't even think of how Mao Jue got out the cannonballs in boxes.

Then there is command, which is considered a weakness of Dongjiang. But even so, Sun Chuanting has no restraints on the army, nor has eunuchs plundering him, so he can do his best. But looking at Hong Chengchou, Song Jin's battle now seems to be really not an elite. Chongzhen also has a military supervisor on the left and a eunuch on the right. It may even be impossible for Chongzhen to allow such a large army of force to exist. I am afraid that even if there is one, he will have to face the fate of splitting, just like the Qi family army back then.

In this way, Dongjiang surpasses the Ming Dynasty like a monster! Once this war is won, Dongjiang will surpass the Jianzhou Jurchens and become a major concern of the court, and even the gravedigger of the Ming Dynasty. And he will act as the mainstay in this process!

He, Sun Chuanting, cast a large handful of soil on the tomb of the Ming Dynasty!

In a daze, the Qing army on that side once again opened the bloody curtain of the day, and the Eight Banners Army, which had beaten the war drums, bravely launched a charge.

However, this day was destined to be unusual. Just as Sun Chuanting was in a daze, Yuan Dabao shouted in disbelief.

"What's this?"

"oh!"

When Sun Chuanting picked up the telescope again, his expression became much more severe. This time, it was not the Qing army like a flood, but the white flowers rushing forward!

All are sheep!

The grasslands did not cast cities, and the terrain was still flat. During the offensive and defensive battles, animals became the best barrier. When the Qing army fought against Jungel in the later years, Galdan used a camel city to connect them together. When encountering the Qing army fighting, Jungel's troops hid behind the camel to shoot the Qing army, but this move was broken by Kangxi's red cannon.

However, this time, the Qing army's Yangcheng was different from the Galdan's Camel City. The objection to the sheep was to confuse the public, and the eyes were filled with white sheep. The Dongjiang army at the front of the Acropolis held a rifle and was confused. The gunner at the top of the city was also at a loss for the order.

"Why are you still standing there? Fire!"

A slightly sharp but angry scolding suddenly sounded. The stunned artillery suddenly pressed the flintlock machine as if it had woken up from a dream. Suddenly, the artillery fire burst out overwhelmingly. The cannons in Dongjiang were still extremely lethal. More than a hundred cannons on the front fired shrouds, and immediately cleared a large area of ​​sheep on the edge of the trench. Such a dense flock of sheep was extremely bloody and cruel. The torn flesh and blood were splattered everywhere. The broken bones were exposed to the wild, and the smell of blood was amazingly spreading out. Some half of the sheep were even screaming in great sarcasm.

But this wave killed more than a dozen Qing troops wearing sheep's clothing and hiding in the animals.

A large group of Mongolian nobles, Taiji, was bleeding in his heart. The animals were the lives of nomads! Without the flock of sheep, even if they had ten thousand taels of gold, it would be worthless!

But Huang Taiji smiled on his face. In the eyes of the hero, human life is indeed like a mustard of grass, but it is also human life. In comparison, sheep's life is even less valuable. He would not feel sorry for using these sheep to cover the Qing army to arrive at the city to launch an attack.

What's more, almost one-third of the animals on the grassland were at his hands at this time, with hundreds of thousands of sheep, hundreds of thousands of cattle, and hundreds of thousands of horses. The flesh and blood of these animals was enough to flood the city wall!

Moreover, after this battle, he could still severely damage the already unstable Mongolia, killing two birds with one stone. He was as ferocious as Hell Shura. Huang Taiji waved his sword forward again.

"Continue to attack!"

The shepherd dogs roared wildly, and the Qing army drove away again on the periphery, and thousands of sheep bleated and rushed to the position.

Relying on the cover of Yangcheng, the Qing army, who had rushed to the acropolis in a thousand difficulties yesterday, had gathered hundreds of people in a short time. There were ladders tied to the front and back sheep, and they also used them here. Once again, the Qing army archers huddled in the flock of sheep attacked, and a string of Qing people like ants climbed up the city wall. There were too many ladders, and there was no time to completely clear the hooks and sickles. A Dongjiang army just roared and pushed down the ladder. Suddenly, there was a pain behind him, and a cut opened ferociously. The Qing army zombie who climbed behind him slashed down with a grim smile.

The Dongjiang army is strong, and it can create infinite possibilities under the cover of fortifications and cannons. In front of ten thousand Dongjiang army, more than 100,000 Qing troops are not able to advance in a short time, but when it is really close to the melee, one person is covered with iron, how many kilograms of nails can be beaten on the stove? The three-person bayonet team has reached its limit.

The war continued to burn on the two acropolises. The flock of sheep might have been knocked down by the guns and cannons of Dongjiang in one day, and blood flowed into the river. More and more Qing troops rushed to the top of the city, making the hand-to-hand combat more bloody.

Three Dongjiang soldiers were standing next to each other, constantly covering and assassinating forward. Two bayonets held piles of swords, guns, swords and halberds, and the remaining one was stabbed out again. In the gap, a Qing army vomited blood and collapsed to the ground with his wounds. During this retreat and attack, there were already four or five corpses lying down.

However, before the Dongjiang soldiers took the knife back, next to the fallen Qing army, another Qing army with a small braid and a beard flying upwards. Subconsciously, the Dongjiang army stabbed out again and pierced into the stomach of the assault Qing army with a sniffle.

But this time, the man was like a madman, grabbed the bayonet with both hands and stabbed it into his stomach again, and the bloody intestines surged out of the wound.

The man's shouting before his death was actually in Chinese and Beijing Mandarin!

"Brother! The flag is raised at home! It's up to you to not make this coat! Kill!!!"

Before the Dongjiang soldier could wake up from his shock, with a heart-wrenching tragic roar, another Qing army soldier had blood-red eyes, walked around his brother's body, and slashed the axe on his head.

Bang~ Even the heavy axe was not blocked by cold forged steel. Not only the Dongjiang army was fighting for wealth and honor, but the Qing army was also fighting for wealth and survival. The necks were tilted to the side, and the seemingly immortal Dongjiang Ruis collapsed to the ground. As soon as the three people broke, the remaining two Dongjiang troops were immediately submerged under the furious and bloodthirsty weapons of the Qing army.

After all, the two acropolis only serve as a hindrance, but there were hundreds of people stationed. Seeing the gradually submerged acropolis, Yuan Dabao shouted anxiously: "Mr. Military Director! Can't stand it!"

But Sun Chuanting did not speak, and still looked at it with a gloomy face. After a few minutes, his voice was hoarse and terrifying, and he shouted in a gloomy manner.

"Tell Sun Chun, give the cannon to me and aim at the Acropolis!"

"Military General!!!"

Fighting at his own head? Yuan Dabao looked at Sun Chuanting in disbelief. This was unprecedented in the Dongjiang Army, but there were terrible flames in his pupils, and Sun Chuanting glared back glaring gloomyly.

"General Yuan Shen, didn't you hear the order?"

"The last general..., the last general obeys the order!"

While running down impatiently, Yuan Dabao yelled angrily as if he was slaughtering a pig: "Architecture! He fucked the Acropolis! He ordered the cigarette to light up and let the Acropolis retreat!"

Thick smoke ignited on the top of Wula, Jilin. The Dongjiang Acropolis, which had been struggling under the attack of several times the Qing army, ran under the fortress as if they were amnesty, and defeated the Dongjiang defense line for the first time. They were simply ecstatic. The Qing army also chased after them like wolves and tigers. At this time, the roar came overwhelmingly like the god of death.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The shells were blind. Whether it was the guard regiment that had no time to retreat or the Qing army siege like a madman, they all screamed and fell into the pool of smoke and blood. The Hegang Guards with several holes on their bodies rolled down with blood. They looked behind them with disbelief and suddenly picked up the body of their comrades. The broken Dongjiang Guard roared and cut off the rope. With a loud bang, the heavy concrete gate closed.

The next day's tragic siege war was killed by thousands of people in the Qing army, with as many as 100,000 sheep and cattle. The entire battlefield ended with blood and flesh, especially in the last few rounds of artillery attacks, at least hundreds of people, including the brother who was full of hope to break away from his identity as a slave in Baoyi and became a master, and he also suffered from the death and injury, but the two acropolis in Dongjiang also fell.

Smelling the amazing bloody smell and looking at the bright red battlefield, Huang Taiji nodded with satisfaction. Even though he was suffering heavy casualties, today's strategy proved to be effective in Dongjiang. With the hope of conquering Jilin Wula, he had not been so excited for a long time. Huang Taiji frantically put away his sword.

"withdraw troops!"

Amid the shouts of the Mongolian tribes with blood in their hearts, the sheep and cattle on the edge of the battle formation were gathered up, but the sheep and horses that had already run to the city of Ula were no matter what. The Qing army lying in the flock and being injured were also ruthlessly abandoned there, making desperate moans until the sun sets and the darkness completely swallows up their figures.

There is an authentic tunnel to the main city under Dongjiang Acropolis, which is convenient for transporting troops. The Dongjiang army blocked the tunnel entrance, and the Qing army hiding in the fortress blocked it with corpses and trampled it on the other end, guarding the thousands of blood with hard-won results of the war.

At the city of Dongjiang, crying sounded the same. A commander of the Qianhu of Dongjiang held the corpse of a soldier under his command, cursing and roaring in anger. They died without regrets when they died in battle, but it was the first time they fell under the shrapnel of their artillery.

The chaos was not until Yuan Dabao went down, and the same roar cursed the Acropolis group back.

He was panting again, and Yuan Dabao ran back with Bujie and clasped his fists at Sun Chuanting.

"Military General?"

Indeed, the biggest casualties caused by this round of artillery attacks on the Qing army were almost wiped out by the Qing army on the city wall, but this was the first time that Dongjiang did not hesitate to fire at his own people in order to win, and the shock to the entire legion was endless.

"The enemy is very different! Dongjiang cannot have weaknesses!"

Still looking at the enemy camp opposite, Sun Chuanting's voice rang coldly in Yuan Dabao's ears. The gloomy murderous intent made him feel excited.

Mao Jue has always loved his soldiers too much, and he cared for them as if he were eyes, but he was kind and did not control the soldiers! In the eyes of a successful commander, soldiers were just a number. What the Qing army showed today was not only the tactics of Yangcheng, but also the use of his own troops and horses to tangle with the Dongjiang Army, making Dongjiang proud cannons throwing rats and not daring to attack.

In this way, the Qing army will have psychological advantages. When they are entangled with Dongjiang, they will be brave and fight to the death!

But Sun Chuanting ordered the shelling, and answered them with actions. Dongjiang's desire for victory was unstoppable, even if he gave his blood and life! If you fight desperately, you can't fight for a glimmer of hope, you are destined to have death! This is why the Hegang Army must not have weaknesses!

After all, Huang Taiji found an unprecedented way to deal with Dongjiang, and the subsequent war may be even more terrifying and bloody. Since Sun Chuanting promised Mao Jue that he would definitely protect these young people in Hegang Town, he must do it. When he can protect most of the people, he will never be ruthless!

Looking at the gloomy Qing army camp on the horizon with gloomy eyes, listening to the footsteps of Yuan Dabao walking behind him again, Sun Chuanting exhaled a heavy breath.

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It is indeed possessing unprecedented special resources, but Huang Taiji also paid the price. The conflict between the Jianzhou Jurchens and their ally Mongolian tribes became even more acute. Last night, more than a dozen Taiji knelt in front of the imperial guards and begged Huang Taiji to take back his life. The warriors of their tribe were willing to climb the city wall first and fight this cannon fodder position.

But early this morning, the Mongolian tribal cavalry was indeed organized into the siege, but tens of thousands of Mongolian herders and sheep and cattle were driven to the front of the military formation. The Eight Banners soldiers hid in it in the sheepskin she peeled off last night, looking at the battlefield where the ground was still covered with blood and stench.

The eagle looked at the light gray city wall of Jilin, blocking his body, and Huang Taiji once again waved his sword proudly.
Chapter completed!