The attack lasted only for one afternoon, and no less than 2,000 people died. The number of injured people was twice the number of deaths, and almost 70% of the people here would be disabled. In other words, there were many people who were missing arms and legs in the Eight Banners, and they could not work.

Just when he set out from Liaoyang yesterday, Nurhaci was still full of confidence.

With the help of the Red-haired Cannon, he felt that he could easily take down Jinzhou. Then in Jinzhou, he waited for his leisure and annihilated Li Xiao who was rushing over like Chenyang. He then captured Shanhaiguan. If everything went well, Nurhaci still wanted to go to the capital for a walk.

I went to the capital when I was young, but I was giving gifts at that time. At that time, Emperor Wanli of the Ming Dynasty ruled the world. I should see the arrogant Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, trembling on the city wall.

Unexpectedly, in Jinzhou City, Nurhaci was touched by the ashes.

"Ama! Although we have suffered a lot of casualties, the Ming army has suffered heavy casualties. Just look at the missing marches on the city wall and you will know that one marches are almost a life. As for those who are killed by muskets, and those who are shot by bows and arrows, it is not clear.

Li Yongfang said that the main forces of the Liao army were here, so Shanhaiguan must be very weak. Why not attack Shanhaiguan directly?" When Mangurtai said this, Amin rolled his eyes.

"Old Wu! Let's go to Shanhaiguan. If the Jinzhou guards don't know how to stab us in the back, that would be too idiotic. Besides, even if we really capture Shanhaiguan, we can't stay there and come back. On the way back, are the tired soldiers still passing by Jinzhou?

At that time, the Ming army went out of the city to fight. Should we fight or not?" Dai Shan taught his younger brother a lesson with a slight smile.

The four major belles, Daishan, Mongolian Ertai, Huang Taiji, and Amin! Amin is his nephew, and there is no possibility of competing for the throne of Khan. Since Huang Taiji's accident, Mangourtai has been Daishan's biggest competitor.

Now that there is a chance to make Mangourtai lose his temper, Dai Shan will naturally not miss such a good opportunity in front of Nurhaci, proving that Mangourtai's intelligence is the level of an idiot.

"Just fight, what are you afraid of?" Manguertai stubbornly showed off his inferior IQ.

Amin touched his nose, and the two blue flags were always in the same mood, but now Amin doesn't know how to speak for Mangourtai.

"Ama! I have an idea!" While everyone was laughing at Mangourtai, Haoge suddenly stood up and bowed to Nurhaci.

"Oh! Dorgon, what's your idea?" Nurhaci immediately asked when he saw that the thirteen-year-old Dorgon was talking.

"Ama! There is a urn city in Jinzhou City. Such a city defense is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If we attack hard, it will damage many people. Moreover, the city wall is also sealed with ice, and the shells are almost broken, but they cannot blow up the city wall.

It is really a misfortune of the Eight Banners that so many Eight Banners died today. It is better to drive away Han slaves to attack the city, and at the same time concentrate the red-haired cannons to attack a point in the city wall...!"

"Haha! You can think of it and let the Han people attack the city. Those Han people went to the battlefield and were scared to death. What kind of war is there?" Yue Tuo smiled and shouted, without giving this uncle a face at all.

"Let Dorgon finish speaking." Nurhaci glanced at Yuetuo, and Yuetuo immediately shut up and said nothing.

"It's not possible to let those Han people attack the city, but it's always right to let them dig the city. They are the people who dig food in the soil, and now it's good to dig the city walls.

As long as we take out a big hole at night and fill it with gunpowder. Even if the city wall is frozen strongly, it can still collapse. As long as the city wall collapses, we can't defeat the Ming army inside?" Dorgon looked at Yuetuo proudly, and Yuetuo kept his mouth silent.

"Even if you fail, those who die will be worthless Han slaves. They are not our Eight Banners children!" Seeing that Yue Tuo did not speak, Dorgon filled in with a sentence.

The last sentence touched Nurhaci, and the casualties were too great. Although he had an army of 60,000, he could not withstand such consumption. According to this consumption method, he would be able to fight for a few days.

It is definitely not possible to let the Han people fight. If the Han people are good at fighting, the Jurchens will not be able to achieve a series of brilliant victories!

Dorgon was right. The Han people were not good at fighting, but they were digging soil and asking them to dig city walls. This was always true. There were 30,000 Han slaves who followed the army, and all of them were young and strong. They all died, so Nurhaci would not feel sorry for him.

"Ask him how big a hole it needs to be filled with enough gunpowder to blow up the city walls." Nurhaci asked, pointing at Kuiyi.

The tongue man hurriedly translated Nurhaci's words to Kuiyi. Kuiyi glanced at Jinzhou City, which was still smoking in the dusk. He estimated the thickness of the city wall and compared his own size!

Nurhaci understood without using a translator.

Kiichi means digging a hole about the same height as him. As long as you dig a little deeper, you can explode the city wall inside.

One night, tens of thousands of people could definitely dig a hole that was one person tall. Nurhaci thought this was very feasible.

"The flag slaves of each flag are all handed over to Dorgon to arrange them. Each flag is ready for elite troops, as long as the city wall is blown up, two red flags take the lead, and two blue flags follow up. No matter what, they have to take down Jinzhou City."

"Yeah!" Nurhaci finished speaking, and the beiges below agreed in unison.

Yuan Chonghuan stood at the top of Jinzhou City, then looked at the Tartars formation in the distance at dusk.

Before the war, I had received a warning from Li Xiao that there were likely to be red-haired people participating in the war. Yuan Chonghuan had never seen red-haired people, but I had heard that those guys were very powerful. Especially the firearms, which were very sharp.

As a southerner, Yuan Chonghuan hated the ghost weather in Liaodong very much. During the 39th day, the stones were frozen and cracked. During the Chinese New Year, they were even more frozen and stray dogs were even more frozen.

But now, he has to thank the ice-like weather. The method that Zu Dashou, a native of Jinzhou, came up with very effective methods. The wooden boards were filled with frozen straw, which protected the city gate very well.

If it hadn't been watered on the city wall beforehand, the city wall would have probably collapsed by cannons. It's strange to say that the city wall, which had been watered and frozen into ice, actually had a strange toughness. The shells hit the city wall, but the bricks wouldn't disperse.

He exhaled a heavy breath, and today he survived. According to past experience, the Tartars would not fight night battles.

"Sangui should have arrived at Shanhaiguan. Will Lord Li send troops overnight?" When Wu Xiang spoke, a long white breath spurted out of his mouth. Everyone knew that the Ji Liao commander was Mao Wenlong. But Li Xiao, the one who really kept his word, was just a tablet.

Apart from controlling food, drinking, defecation, and urination, there is no word in the fight.

"We will definitely come, we're done. His Shanhaiguan is not easy to defend. Don't look at his elite soldiers, food, and firearms are sharp. But only a few thousand people can defend against the defense line of Shanhaiguan for more than 200 miles? Jinzhou is lost, and his life is not easy." He Kegang was answered. Today's team defended Nancheng, with the least casualties.

"Don't say that the General is not. Although he is young, he will definitely not be ungrateful. I am just worried that he will encounter an ambush from the Tartars on the way." Yuan Chonghuan turned around and kicked He Kegang.

The team was changing defenses noisyly. After a day, the city walls were filled with corpses and broken bricks. The bodies were moved by the civilians and kept by the bricks. At the critical moment, these bricks could also be used as weapons. It is worthy of being hit by such a brick in the middle of winter.

"I just took a look at it. Half of the brothers on the top of the city were injured and killed. Almost a few of them were injured, all of them were dead. Damn, they were all firearms of the red-haired people." Zu Dashou "sprayed". Today he guarded the North Gate, and his subordinates suffered the most casualties. He wanted to rush out with his cavalry and kill the red-haired people's artillery.

But the cavalry of the Eight Banners guarded both sides of the cannon, and the result of rushing out was to die.

"Look at the sea, there are more than 20 Red-haired warships. There is only one five-masted ship of the adults. How can I fight?" Wu Xiang pointed at the Red-haired warships at the sea with a little dejected look. Although due to the range, the naval army's naval guns did not bombard Jinzhou City. However, it would be a matter of time before the port was occupied. I originally expected to obtain assistance from here, but now it seems that it has been ruined.

Fortunately, there is enough food in the city to eat for half a year, otherwise I really don’t know what to do.

"We have also killed many Tartars and prepared obstacles in the streets and alleys overnight. Even if the city is broken tomorrow, we must hold on and wait for the general to arrive." Yuan Chonghuan turned around and looked at these veterans.

Li Xiao really chose the right person. Although he was a scholar, Yuan Chonghuan had outstanding abilities to lead troops, in his words.

"You said that the headquarters is a scholar, but you don't know that the headquarters is a general."

Zu Dashou, who was so angry, dared not scold Yuan Chonghuan. Instead, he was often scolded by Yuan Chonghuan!

Yuan Chonghuan knew that it was unrealistic to expect the city wall to withstand the cannons. It was already a miracle to be able to withstand the whole day today. In war, we cannot place hope on miracles.

That would mean death worse than a pig!

"No!" Before the generals Ying Nuo's voice had dissipated, they heard more than a dozen muffled sounds on the opposite side. Then the city walls under their feet began to shake one after another.

At this time, the sky was almost completely dark, and the moon in the sky was no different from none. From afar, you could only see the fire at the muzzle.

"You all listen. Just dig a big hole seven feet deep and eight feet high. All of you carry the flags and the whole family carry the flags. From now on, you will be the bannermen, with houses and land, and rewards from the great knights.

No one will sleep with your wife and daughter again, and no one will ask your son to help him work. If you are lucky, you can still steal two slaves back. It is not impossible to steal a yellow-flowered daughter and be a little wife.

All of this depends on whether you work hard enough tonight. If you don’t want your son to be born, you will be a slave to the coat of arms. If you don’t want your wife and daughter to be sleepy, go and dig through Jinzhou City.

Think about it! Holding the flag, this opportunity is not always available. Now, stand in front of you if you want to." A chubby guy shouted Dorgon's words, and there were thousands of Han slaves on the other side. After saying that, he did not forget to turn around and show a flattering smile to Dorgon.

What a pity! Dorgon didn't even look at him directly.

If Li Xiao was here, he would definitely be surprised. This person is no one else, but Lin Kewang, the former emperor of Liaoyang Prefecture. Sometimes scholars are shameless, but there is no lower limit.

These people were originally residents of Liaodong, and they had been slaves for several years. In recent years, it was not a life for people. Now, I heard that there was the opportunity to carry the flag, and some people began to get ready.

Soon the team became turbulent, and there were "buzzing" and "buzzing" sounds everywhere. Some people wanted to walk in front, but they watched everywhere but dared not make a head-on bird.

Not everyone has a patriotic heart.

"Damn! I've had enough, who would like to follow me?" A voice sounded, and a big man stood up. He couldn't see clearly in the darkness, so he just stood in front of the platform.

"Do it! Fight!" In the darkness, several people walked out one after another and stood in front of the big man.

"Bah! A traitor!" A voice of spitting came from the crowd.

"Who said it, who said it the fuck? Stand up!" Lin Kewang stood on the stage and shouted loudly. Guan Wei was no less than the prefect of Liaoyang that year.

Only when no one speaks will the fool come out and admit it.

"What's going on?" Dorgon asked in Manchu.

"Some people scolded these people who stood up as traitors."

"Oh! Find out the swearing guy."

"Yeah!"

It is very difficult to find a few people talking among tens of thousands of people. Kelin Kewang quickly settled this trouble with his years of experience as an official.

"Listen, whoever points to the guy who just scolded me? Tonight, I will eat white flour steamed buns, pork stewed and dried vegetables. If I don't point out, I will just point to a few people to the mission. Please pray to God and Buddha, and don't point to yourself."

There are carrots and sticks. No one dares to curse again because they know that the Tartars are really killing people.

The team began to be in chaos, and the Eight Banners soldiers who were wearing torches drew out their swords. The sharp blade emitted a cold light under the torches.

Soon, more than a dozen people were pushed out of the team.

Dorgon didn't say anything nonsense, and pointed his hand. Immediately, a cavalry rushed over and chopped the dozen people with a knife and axe. Screams followed by screams, and in a short while, more than a dozen people disappeared. The smell of blood suddenly spread out.

"Are there anyone else who stands out? Now someone has stood out. There are only one thousand people in the Fourteenth Beile, and the opportunity is rare. Think clearly!" Lin Kewang pointed to the hundreds of people standing under the platform and continued to shout.

Since someone has already stood up, the rest will no longer hesitate.

"I'll do it!"

"Count me."

"I'll come too."

Noisy sounds followed by noisy, and within a short while, no less than three thousand people stood under the platform.

"Lin Kewang, you take them to have a full meal. Do what happens if you don't eat enough? As you said, you can eat pork with white flour, steamed buns, dried vegetables, and stewed pork with pork.

For many of them, this is the last meal in their lives.”

"Master Bell, you are so merciful."
Chapter completed!