.In the house near the imperial city, several seriously injured people listened to the "bang, bang" sound in shock. Of course, they could hear the sound of the Ming army's muskets. Because of this, they couldn't understand that the shouts of killing on the city wall outside were still continuing. How could there be muskets in the palace?

"Bang." A seriously injured Qing army cavalry lit a fire stick with flint and extended the fire stick to a pile of dry firewood next to it. The fire stick had been sprinkled with tincture oil, and there were some flammable hay and various fabrics on it. As long as he approached the fire stick, it can be imagined that a big fire would immediately soar into the sky.

The hand that reached out to dry firewood trembled, but after a while, it shrank back. Since ancient times, the only way to die was to be killed, let alone burning himself to death. If he died on the battlefield, he would die. Thinking that he would be covered in the flames and die, the Qing army couldn't help but shudder. He touched the long sword on his body. Perhaps it would be better to commit suicide after the fire broke out?

"Prince, it seems that there is a sound of muskets in the city?" One Goshha said unconfidently. After all, there is still a distance between the inner city and the imperial city. If there is gunfire in the imperial city, you can hear it clearly on the city wall. However, at this time, the two sides were fighting fiercely on the city wall. The Goshha barely heard the sound and his ears were already sensitive.

"Impossible. There are only our people and the detained Han officials in the imperial city. How could there be gunfire?" Before Jirgalang could answer, another Goshha had already rejected it.

The Goshha did not refute, and he thought he heard it wrong. For some reason, a sense of uneasiness emerged in his heart. He looked at the city wall. The Qing army was retreating step by step, but it had not collapsed yet. If the fire was set, the inner city could be burned, but the Ming army would be safe and sound. He moved his mouth, but there was no signal to give an order in the end.

"Boom." The gate of a house was kicked open by the Ming army. Five Ming soldiers rushed into the house. A seriously injured man was leaning on the pile of firewood. When he saw Ming army opening the door, a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes. He was about to get out the flint. The musket in his hand was aimed at him and was about to pull the plate machine. A powerful force pushed the Ming army away. The sergeant's words came: "You can't shoot, use crossbow arrows."

"Bo, Bow." As he spoke, two crossbow arrows had already flown into the seriously injured man's body.

"Ho, ho." A stream of blood flowed out of the mouth of the whole person, and his eyes showed a look of unwillingness. His neck drooped, and it had already softened to the side. The flint in his hand loosened and fell to the side.

Two Ming soldiers stepped forward, dragged the bodies of the people away, looked at the high firewood pile, and smelled the tincture oil on it, and everyone was scared. They quickly pulled the firewood pile and various flammable materials into the open space, and then they felt relieved.

“Quick. Fast.

"In the inner city, the two thousand Ming troops completely scattered. They formed five people and ten people in groups of ground. They ran quickly. When they saw a gate, they kicked in without hesitation. They quickly subdued or killed the ground to set fire.

They were going to attack the Qing army from behind. However, Xia Wanchun was shocked when he learned from the group of Ming troops who sent the ground messengers in the palace that Manchus had a plan to set fire. He immediately changed the order and let the army disperse their actions. He entered the city's houses to stop Manchus from setting fire.

Once the fire is lit, it is not so easy to extinguish it. Every Ming army who gets the order wants to run with his strength. They never think that time is so precious. Every time they delay for a moment, there is a risk that a large mansion will be ignited.

The movement of the Ming army outside finally alarmed a wounded man. A trace of confusion flashed across his face. He immediately became resolute. He took out the flint and lit the fire slashed with a bang. He shook it in the wind for several times. He inserted the fire into the hay. "Peng." A cluster of bright red fire lights rose. The red fire light shone on the face of the fire slit. The bearded face twisted and looked full of ferociousness. The man laughed loudly: "Boil it. Roast it. Burn it all. Burn it all..."

"Bang!" The door was knocked open. Seeing the bright fire rising, Mingjun's face changed drastically. He became the little squad leader and shouted immediately: "Hurry up. Put out the fire."

"Haha, Minggou, you are late. If you want to put out the fire, unless you pass by my body." The bearded man stood up shakingly and laughed loudly.

"Swish!" A sharp arrow was inserted into the bearded man's chest, and the tip of the arrow was exposed from his back. The bearded laughter broke and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Needless to check the bearded man's life and death, the five people hurried to the fire, but as soon as they approached the fire, a heat wave hit them and had to retreat. Five pairs of eyes were circling around, trying to find water sources and tools to hold water, but unfortunately the tools were easy to find, but there was no water source.

Seeing that the flames were about to rush to the eaves, once the eaves were lit, the fire would be difficult to control. The four of them looked at their commander, and they were all thinking about what to do.

"Quick, use a knife to push it." The sergeant pulled out his long knife and braved the heat waves to carry the firewood piled on the ground to the open area in the courtyard. The other four gritted their teeth and quickly followed suit. The yard was full of ping-pong sounds, and the five people quickly sweated all over, their bodies were black, and many places were burnt.

But people feel like they are finally awakened, being forced back by the heat waves again and again, getting closer again and again.

"Prince, look, smoke." The Goshha who had just heard the sound of muskets started to scream. Although he thought he had heard it wrongly, he was always a little suspicious in his heart. He kept staring at the city, and he saw it immediately.

Jirgalang could see clearly this time the fireworks were so obvious. He couldn't help but feel angry. He had not ordered the fire to set fire. Since someone had lit it first, Jirgalang also made a quick decision: "Tell me the king's order and let everyone ignite the fire."

"Woo, woo, woo..." The low horns sounded. The Qing army, who was retreating step by step, thought it was summoning reinforcements, and their spirits were immediately revived, but the Green Camp soldiers were not affected. Inspired by the drums, they rushed to the city intermittently.

As soon as the sound of the ox horns sounded, the remaining wounded immediately took out the flint and lit the firewood. After a while, the entire inner city was filled with thick smoke. Although Xia Wanchun's subordinates were active, there were nearly 300 Qing troops igniting the fire, and they were distributed in many courtyards in the inner city. How could they find all the people at once? At least hundreds of places were smoked.

Outside the city, Qian Qianyi and others have been stretching their necks to wait for the Ming army to come out from behind, but waited for the left and waited for the fierce war on the top of the city. However, the army that should have appeared behind the enemy has not appeared for a long time. Qian Qianyi and others were so anxious that they kept muttering: "Why haven't it appeared yet? Why haven't it appeared yet..."

Gao Jie and Weng Zhiqi also looked at each other. Although the house where the Ming army ambushed was not far from the outer periphery of the palace, it was only a few miles away from the city wall. If it was a surprise attack, it would be enough for half an hour. How could it be that half an hour passed without any movement?

Wang Wannian was even more anxious. Although Xia Wanchun was appointed by the emperor to enter the city, he was his subordinate after all. If he made a mistake, his boss would be blind.

Wang Fu couldn't help frowning. Judging from the current momentum of the offensive, there was no problem in taking down the inner city completely today, but as long as there was a pincer attack behind him, the Qing army would collapse immediately. But the pincer attack that should have been there was still a reserve team of the Qing army in the city? Wang Fu shook his head. This might be too low.

"Look, thick smoke." A general shouted, and everyone immediately saw the thick smoke rising in the city. Qian Qianyi and others' faces suddenly turned pale. They knew in their hearts that the city was burning.

Wang Fu couldn't help but change his face slightly, feeling a little disappointed. If he had known that Man Ren would burn the city, he would have ordered a large army to raid last night. Now he can only see if the two thousand people in the city can control the fire in time. Negative can only allow the inner city and the imperial city to be turned into ashes.

"Send the order, the entire army attacks, and all the Yulin Guards are dispatched." This is not the time to hide it anymore, and Wang Fu issued an order in time.

"yes!"

"Dong!Dong!Dong!" The drum sounded even louder, and each hit seemed to hit a person's heart. The Yulin Guard, who had been waiting for impatient, shouted: "Kill!" and rushed forward.

"Not good, there's a fire behind it."

"The Tartars are burning the city, and they are going to burn us to death together."

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Seeing the thick smoke rising behind, the Han army, who was in charge of the yamen, lost their will to fight, threw their weapons, fled in scattered, leaving only Manchus struggling to support him. However, Manchus' troops were too thin, and their defense line was quickly washed away and they could only fight for themselves.

"King Fu I went up to the city tower." Looking at the Ming army that was so close to him, Jirgalang's face was extremely calm.

"Yes, slaves obey the order." The two Goshhas responded and helped Jirhalang to the broken city tower that had been bombed by cannons. There were no living Manchu soldiers on the city tower, and the bodies and blood were spread everywhere, with blood and sadness.

Looking at the fireworks rising behind, and then at the Ming army rushing up from the city, Jiergalang's mind flashed through all the past after entering the capital, and his heart was desolate. He thought that the big tree of the Ming Dynasty had been cut down, but he didn't expect that the Ming Dynasty would be resurrected. Although more than 200,000 people and young people had been withdrawn for many days, I don't know how many people would arrive in Manchuria safely. Even if most people could retreat to Manchuria, would the Ming army not come out of customs and revenge?

If you swallow the big ones with a small one, you will eventually have to pay retribution. Now it seems that the second generation of Emperor Taizong of the Qing Dynasty and the regent pursued the entry into the Central Plains was just a dream that could never be realized.

He had done what he should do, and now it was time to leave. With a chorus, Jirgalang pulled out his sword and slashed his neck heavily. A stream of blood splashed out from Jirgalang's neck. Two Goshhas supported Jirgalang's body and placed it gently on the ground, as if afraid of waking him up.

Although Jirgalang was still concerned about the withdrawn tribe, he thought he had done what he should do. After his death, the smoke in the city began to weaken. If he had a spirit after his death, he would probably be so angry that he would commit suicide again.

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Chapter completed!