Spoonfuls of gold juice poured down from the city, and the soldiers of the tide who were climbing the cloud ladder screamed and fell down; the wolf teeth slapped, and the yaksha slapped again and again, pushing the rows of the tides down the cloud ladder; the lime bottles fell like rain, and the thieves under the city cried and covered their eyes and fell down.

The turbulent oil tank hit the ground, shattered into countless pieces, and several rockets shot down, and a raging fire lit up under the city. Ten thousand enemies landed on the ground, and countless trespassers flew with blood and flesh in the violent explosion.

Tang Tong, Zhu Chunchen and other surrendered generals of the Ming army suffered heavy casualties, but the people in front fell down, and the people behind rushed up desperately. Emperor Chongzhen, standing on the top of the city, was like a mountain of gold, attracting the rebel army to launch an attack with great difficulty.

"Capture the foolish lord alive!" The gangs of rebels let out earth-shaking shouts, and continued to fight back and forth to kill the city.

The soldiers of the Rebellion Army wearing a mandarin duck battle jacket and a goose yellow felt hat were seriously injured. Behind them, a group of "elites" wearing six-petal steep iron helmets and iron armor, and looked distinctly dressed in armor. These so-called elite soldiers were all the soldiers of the former Daming Jingying Camp. After surrendering to the Rebellion Army with Zhu Chunchen, Li Guojian and others, they unexpectedly were pulled up to be cannon fodder.

The seemingly elite troops of the Yuanjing camp attacked the city and immediately revealed their true colors. A lime bottle was left on the top of the city. They didn't know how to cover their faces with cloth, so they rushed forward in a daze. As a result, they were sprinkled into their eyes by the limes, and they immediately screamed and fell down a large area.

However, these Beijing soldiers have good armor. Although they cannot withstand "magic attacks" like lime bottles, they are still relatively effective in resisting "physical attacks" such as bows and arrows. Soon, a large number of former Beijing soldiers rushed to the city and began to climb to the top of the city.

The golden juice falling from the city was also blocked by them with their fine shields.

A bandit soldier wearing a six-petal steep iron helmet climbed up to the top of the city and jumped into the female wall. He was pushed by more than a dozen spears. Although he had a shield to block the spear, he was pushed by more than a dozen young and strong men on the wall and could not be afraid of it. Then a spear came over. He held it, and two spears stabbed him, stabbed the bandit soldier wearing a mandarin duck battle jacket to the top of the city.

More bandits climbed up to the city and just jumped into the female wall. Another group of young and strong spearmen came up to block them. The bird gunmen behind them opened their guns one after another. The sound of guns roared, and the bandits who had just climbed up to the city fell down.

At this moment, a trekking soldier with the help of his shield blocked Jinji's attack and climbed up to the city. As soon as he jumped into the city, he saw a man in a bright yellow dragon robe standing not far from him. The trekking soldier was delighted and shouted: "Don't leave with a fool!"

Unexpectedly, Emperor Chongzhen was not afraid and drew his sword and stabbed the rebel soldier. Because he was safe in Tianjin, Zhang Shuheng had already returned his sword to him.

Chongzhen once saw the soldier in the palace. He was the son of a thousand households in the Jing camp. This guy used to be a guard at the gate of the Forbidden City, but unexpectedly became a thief army. Chongzhen was so angry that he wanted to kill him with his own sword.

"Protect your car quickly!" Wang Chengen shouted anxiously.

The rebel army blocked the sword stabbed by Chongzhen with a shield and slashed it away with a knife.

Wang Chengen was the first to rush forward and waved his sword to block the knife. More than a dozen young and strong men and two armed eunuchs rushed up. Everyone killed the rebel army and killed Chongzhen.

"Hahaha! I killed a thief!" Chongzhen laughed to the sky.

"Your Majesty, go down quickly, it's too dangerous." Wang Chengen begged.

"I can't go down!" Chongzhen yelled with his blood-red eyes, "I want to see these rioters who are blind and have no princesses and fathers die with their own eyes!"

What made Chongzhen angry was not the rebel army, but the generals and nobles who surrendered to the enemy, especially Zhu Chunchen. He trusted him so much that he entrusted the crown prince to him, but he sold it to Li Zicheng! There was also Tang Tong who asked him to send troops back to Beijing to serve the king. He used the excuse that he could not come back without military pay, but turned around and surrendered to the bandit army. This was not counting, and he also brought troops from the bandits to capture him.

After a fierce battle, the defenders finally repelled the attack of the rebel army.

"Thousand Victories! Thousand Victories! Thousand Victories!" The thunderous cheers of Huai Army soldiers and young men rang out from the city.

The Dashun Army retreated, and the city was filled with corpses wearing mandarin duck war jackets. The tattered simple cloud ladders were tilted around, and some were still corpses hanging on the ladders. On the top of the city were also filled with corpses wearing mandarin duck war jackets. Among the corpses, there were many seriously injured and undead wounded people who fell in pools of blood and wailed.

The defenders on the city wall began to clean up the battlefield. Minzhuang, composed of refugee young and strong men, picked up weapons on the ground, searched for valuable items on the corpse, pulled out the military uniforms and armor on the corpse, put them on their bodies, and then threw the corpse like white pigs down to the city. When they encountered some seriously injured bandits, they stabbed them to death with a spear to help them get rid of the pain. When they met their own serious wounded soldiers, they would carry them down and handed them over to the Huai Army for treatment; if they met their own minor wounded soldiers, they would be pulled down to treat them regardless of the enemy and us. After they were cured, they could return to the team; after the enemy's minor wounded soldiers were cured, Li Guodong would organize them into military households and send them to the Shandong Military Fort.

Zhu Chunchen's original Beijing camp soldiers suffered heavy losses. Most of the original Ming army were children of nobles and hereditary officers. When they were in the capital on weekdays, they looked majestic, but they were actually all scheming. Now after they surrendered to the thief, they were pulled out by the treacherous army as cannon fodder to attack the city. As a result, the battle was fought, with heavy casualties, and their achievements were even worse than those of Tang Tong's soldiers.

"Tang Junmen, how are you doing there?" Zhu Chunchen, who had retreated from gray-headed and gray-faced, called out when he saw Tang Tong.

Tang Tong sighed with emotion, walked up to suppress his voice and said, "Duke Chengguo, don't mention it, the thief is too cruel, the brothers of the last general are almost dead."

Zhu Chunchen sighed: "Hey, Tang Junmen, my Beijing camp is not the same? Brothers have suffered too much losses."

While the two were whispering each other, Liu Zongmin walked up and glared at them: "What are you doing? Why don't you prepare for it, prepare for the next round of attack!"

The generals of the rebel army did not have any good eyes on these surrendered Ming generals. It would be better if they were generals like Tang Tong, but they looked down on hereditary nobles like Zhu Chunchen at all. Just imagine, a noble whose family's fate and national destiny were connected to the fate of the country, but instead opened the city to surrender, and even sold the prince. This kind of traitor was the most despicable.

"General Liu, the brothers of the Mo General have suffered heavy losses. Can you add some people to the Mo General?" Zhu Chunchen asked humbly.

"No!" Liu Zongmin said angrily.

Liu Zongmin had long regarded him as a fat sheep for a nobleman like Zhu Chunchen. If a general like Tang Tong had a useful value in Li Zicheng's eyes, but these nobles would probably have only been left to raid their homes and rob their silver. Liu Zongmin knew that Li Zicheng had searched the entire Forbidden City, and except for more than 100 taels of silver, he only found a few patched dragon robes. After turning over the burned palaces, he could not find any burned gold and silver that had been condensed. After interrogating several palace maids and eunuchs, he realized that Chongzhen was so poor that he had a simple meal every day, and the dragon robes were patched.

But the nobles are definitely rich, and Li Zicheng is ready to attack the nobles, so he naturally hopes that all the soldiers under his command will die.

It was getting dark and the lights in the camp of the rebel army were brightly lit. In Li Zicheng's central army tent, Li Zicheng was drinking with Liu Zongmin, Liu Fangliang, Tian Jianxiu, Gao Yigong and other generals.

"The Dog Emperor was trapped in Tianjin and was still fighting stubbornly. Today's battle, the surrendered troops were greatly damaged." Gao Yigong said.

Liu Zongmin put down his wine glass and sneered: "No need to be afraid of the loss of surrendered soldiers. As long as the old camp soldiers have not lost money, we Dashun still have to rely on the old camp soldiers?"

Gao Yigong said: "I'm afraid that if the surrendered army is completely lost, we still have to go to the old camp soldiers?"
Chapter completed!