Xianiuzhuang and Anshan, and dozens of forts along the way were swept away. Zheng Zhilong led the water and land army to attack Liaoyang in a mighty way.

The Qing Dynasty had already gathered all the power in Liaoyang in advance, but even with all the power that could be gathered, the Qingqiang Banners did not have more than 5,000 people. After all, Dorgon had taken away most of the troops, and the Tartars left outside the pass were distributed in the Liaodong Peninsula, the Liaoxi Corridor and the Liaohe Plain. Not all the people gathered in Shengjing area.

Under such circumstances, the troops on the Liaodong Peninsula and the Liaoxi Corridor, not to mention that they have not gathered yet, how can they dare to return to support easily even if they have already gathered? Are you not afraid that Zheng Zhilong will play the role of fighting the world?

He had a boat, and he moved along the Liaohai Sea, and his speed was much easier and faster than running around on land.

Among the five thousand Eight Banners soldiers, the Jianzhou Tartars accounted for 70% to 80% of them. The Han army had very few soldiers left behind outside the Eight Banners, but among the remaining many Han men, there were more Han people.

Wang De was wearing a coat and led more than a dozen of his subordinates to pack his clothes. While urging his subordinates to dig a hole quickly, he looked at the three corpses wrapped in broken straw mats not far away like a demon. He secretly scolded himself for being unlucky, but he actually got a white lottery in the multiple tags. After finishing the matter, he must worship the Bodhisattva when he returned to the tent.

The smallpox virus has spread completely on the Liaohe Plain. The reason is very simple. Zheng Zhilong's army captured Niuzhuang and Anshan and captured many prisoners. There were always some people among those who could see the opportunity to escape. However, they did not know that they had scabs or had thick slurry on their bodies.

These individuals are moving sources of infection.

There will definitely be some people who fell down before completing the task, but there will definitely be many people who went to Liaoyang, Shengjing, or were recruited by the team of Ding Zhuang from various places to Liaoyang.

Therefore, when Prince Zheng Jirgalang, who was on the front line, was completely unaware of it, it was already quietly buried. And when the bombs were detonated one after another, what else could the Tartars do?

In Liaoyang City, shamans have become the busiest group of people in the city these days, and they are dancing to the gods every day. Although they are all served by delicious food and drink, they will be tired if they are so tiring like this every day.

But Jirgalang doesn't care about this, he will make the shamans beating all the time, so that he can feel at ease.

Helplessly, smallpox is so scary. He doesn't want to die yet.

And at this critical moment, he cannot die.

So, he could only bother these shamans.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding...", the sounds outside kept echoing in the ears of everyone in the lobby. Zijirgalang suddenly made everyone's faces look solemn and sad. The current situation made them helpless.

Outside, Zheng Zhilong's army was troubled by smallpox disease inside. Jirgalang planned to fight the Zheng army to the death in Liaoyang, and the situation was not allowed.

"Prince Zheng, the epidemic in this city is getting worse, morale is low, and the army's morale is shaken. If Zheng Zhilong takes the opportunity to attack..." Turge felt like he was dreaming of returning to Yanzhou. At that time, he was in a dilemma, and now he is the same.

If Liaoyang does not defend, Zheng Zhilong's troops will attack Shengjing. Will Shengjing be guarded or not?

To guard, everyone has the feeling of being done together, and no one knows whether the guard can be defended in this situation. But if Zheng Zhilong burned Shengjing City with fire, they would have to say it all, and the Qing Dynasty would be even more shameful.

The joy of the Yanjing City was brought to life by the army before, and they were afraid that they would never return with this fire.

"The general comes to block the water and soil. Do I still fear the weak Southern Barbarians? Liaoyang City must be defended and no retreat is allowed. The back is Shengjing."

Jirgalang said sternly, because he knew very well that reinforcements were almost here.

When he came to Shengjing, the Empress Dowager not only sent an edict to the pass, but also issued an edict to his family, Korqin Mongolia. Now Dorgon and Wu Keshan should have received the news. Dorgon really could not quickly send troops to support him in the short term, but Korqin Mongolia is not very far from the Liaohe River.

Perhaps in another three to five days, the Korqin reinforcements will arrive. How could Jirgalang be happy to see Liaoyang fall in his hands?

"Report to the prince, Prince Yue Le is looking for a meeting outside..."

The hall was silent, and at this moment, the voice of guards sounded outside. Yue Le, Abatai's favorite young son, did not follow Abatai into the pass, but stayed outside the pass.

"Why is he not staring at the top of the city at this time? Why did he run here?" Jirgalang's mind thought so, and his face immediately changed. It was obvious that Yue Le came to report in person that something urgent must have happened.

"Send it quickly!"

The voice fell, and everyone in the lobby looked up. When Yue Le was nervously walking in from outside, bowed to Jirhalang, and said quickly: "Zheng thief, Zheng thief sent a group of Taoist priests to hold sacrifices outside the city to worship the plague god."

This is also thanks to Yue Le Knows Loves Sinology. When he saw the statue of Buza rising outside, he recognized it as a plague god at a glance.

Wearing an iron crown on his head, an iron whip in his hand, a battle robe, a black face and many beards, and riding a tiger under his crotch.

Such an image is not a plague god?

The senior officials in the lobby looked at each other, and everyone was stunned. They were raging by the smallpox, but they were celebrating the great worship of the plague god opposite each other. This is too much, right?

"Can it be that... Zheng Zhilong worshipped the gods...?" a man shouted.

The more barbaric and ignorant this nation is, the more worship God and Buddha will be. The current situation is forbidden to think about it.

"Nonsense. My Qing Dynasty has been fighting for more than 20 years since Lao Khan, and has been invincible in the battle. I have been destined to be a god. How could it be shaken by the plague god? If anyone talks nonsense, he will beat him out with sticks. At that time, I will not blame me for not showing mercy to you."

Turning around, Jirgalang told Yue Lexiu to spread the news. Of course, Yue Le understood the importance, otherwise he would come down to report it.

But the Tartars secretly blocked the news, but they didn't think about whether Zheng Zhilong would block the news?

The Zheng army camp outside Liaoyang City has already been in full swing. No wonder the army took Niuzhuang and Anshan so easily. It turned out that the Tartars were suffering from plague. Now people are dead in Liaoyang City every day, and all the Tartars are in panic.

After the entire army worshipped the plague god, everything Zheng Zhilong promoted was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The soldiers under his command were full of morale, and they wished they could take over Zheng Zhilong and rushed into Liaoyang with an order.

The plague god who was specially pricked by Zheng Zhilong, as the left and right ropes were released, slowly rose under the action of the burning flames below.

After all, this hot air balloon is an extra-large Kongming lantern.

But if you didn't expect this, you would suddenly see a statue of gods flying into the air and be frightened.

Many Tartars were scared on the top of Liaoyang City, including Prince Zheng Jirgalang himself, all of whom were suddenly jumping. Yue Le calmed down and thought of Kongming lanterns at the first moment. Seeing the soldiers in front of him looking trembling, he saw someone kneeling down and kowtowing not far away, and he rushed to the kneeling sword and rushed straight to the kneeling soldiers.

The waist knife with a scabbard was like a wooden board, and it beat the man up to the head and blood, but he insisted on enduring it and didn't dare to vomit a word. It's all thanks to him as a flagist. If he had been a bun, he would have been killed by Yue Le with a knife.

Zheng Zhilong looked at the slowly rising large Kongming lantern, his eyes were full of excitement. After a while, the plague god would be about to display his magic power, and he didn't know what the scene would be in Liaoyang City at that time.

"Are you going to give me orders? Once the city is in chaos, take the opportunity to attack and kill."

Just as Zheng Zhilong was talking, Zhou Yi, who was under Liaoyang City, walked outside the land with a team of horses. Seeing that the statue of the god had already flown up, he immediately shouted: "The plague god is casting spells, and the plague god is about to cast his magic power."

"You all listen to the Tartars in the city, and you all have to lose money..."

"The Tartars on the city are going to get smallpox..."

"My marquis has collected a lot of ceiling scab powder and will be sent to you immediately. Don't worry about each of you..."

Although Zheng Zhilong's time travel is quite fantastic, he does not want to promote feudal superstition at this point in time. Whether it is the statue of God today or the cause of the smallpox, he does not intend to hide anything...

Jirgalang's face changed drastically. What does the city's voice mean? Anyone who is not a fool can already think of the answer.

"Is this smallpox arising from Zheng thief?"

Asked gritting his teeth, Jirgalang reached out and pointed at Zhengying outside the city tremblingly, "...Is it not to be a human being, Is not to be a human being..."

He no longer thought about how smallpox was controlled by Zheng Zhilong. But doing this made him feel scared and frightened.

When he faced Dorgon, Abatai, Huang Taiji, etc., who killed people, he never felt this way. However, he felt this way about Zheng Zhilong, who had just killed them with smallpox, which means that Zheng Zhilong didn't know, otherwise he would definitely give him a "bitter" label!

The big statue of the god was blown by the wind and came straight towards Liaoyang City. The height of the rise was not very high, let alone a hundred meters, fifty meters were enough. But even so, the long rope dragged underneath was already tightly grasped by twenty great men.

This thing is somewhat similar to flying a kite, but it must not be equal.

"Go and prepare the rockets quickly, go and prepare..." Jirgalang was at a loss, Turge could still remain calm and ordered loudly.

But, it's too late!
Chapter completed!