Lin Kewang's threat is very effective. He is a Han Chinese and understands the importance of inheriting the family line to the Han Chinese. When you put your ideas on your son, I have no choice.

Another group of suicide squads were formed, but this time there was no drum beat. Dorgon was a smart man and would never be tripped twice on a stone.

However, it is impossible for thousands of people to keep silent collective actions.

When Yuan Chonghuan heard the noisy voices, he immediately ordered the fireworks to take off. The gorgeous fireworks exploded again, and dense crowds appeared below.

The volleyball fired again, which was simply the last copy. These Han slaves were mice in the bellows. Xiang Forward would be killed by the Ming army's bullets, Xiang Back would be shot to death by the Jurchen Tartars, or chased by the cavalry.

Anyway, less than half an hour ago, more than two thousand corpses were added on the ground.

More than 4,000 people have died, but Dorgon still doesn't care. He is just a slave in Han people. The Khan said that it doesn't matter how much he dies. He only wants Jinzhou City!

Then he died one layer after another, and then another layer after another. Dorgon seemed to have had a fight with Yuan Chonghuan, and he fought with him to the death at the Beicheng City. Han slaves were sent up in batches, and after they died, they organized a group of them.

"Take all the fireworks to the North City!" The fireworks were consumed rapidly. I wanted to save money, but as long as the fireworks on the city were not fired, the musketeers could not see the target clearly!

"Mr. Yuan, this is not a solution. It's better to send cavalry out and burn the things with tin oil on them. I looked at them for a long time. The top covers of those things were made of iron, but they were covered with wood."

There were too many people who died, so many that Zu Dashou, who had been in the army for many years, could not stand it. In order to kill fewer Han slaves and to solve the problem once and for all, Zu Dashou thought of going out of the city to burn those things.

"No! Fireworks can only illuminate a hundred steps away from the city wall, and can't be seen even further. I dare to bet with you that there will definitely be red-haired musketeers waiting in the darkness. As long as your cavalry leaves the city, they will be shot like a target. In the end, no one can come back!"

Yuan Chonghuan pointed to the dark place in the distance and was training troops on Changxing Island for more than half a year. Ao Canghai told him a lot about the past wars, and Yuan Chonghuan still knows a little about musket tactics.

After looking at the dark darkness in the distance, Zu Dashou didn't say anything. He sympathized with the people below, but he didn't want to use his brother's life to sympathize with him.

What Yuan Chonghuan said is probably true. Almost all the casualties this afternoon were caused by red-haired soldiers. Cannons and bird guns were their strengths.

The helpless Zu Dashou could only listen to the crackling sound of gunfire, and then watched the Han people fall on the cold land in front of Jinzhou City.

The north wind became colder and colder, and Zu Dashou felt a chill on his face. He raised his head and saw snowflakes beginning to fall in the sky. The snow was not very big. But the snowflakes were fluttering and fell without listening to it. The wind blew it and poured into someone's neck.

This is the first snow this year, but unfortunately it is just snowing in winter. If it is summer, when heavy rain falls, the two sides have to quit.

"It's so good that the snow is two years earlier!" Yuan Chonghuan shook his head. Ice and snow are the biggest enemy of the cavalry. No matter how good the horse is, it can't run in the snow.

Although he is not able to fight against the Jurchen Tartars, if the city wall is broken, the horses will run slower and have more preparation time, although the time is very short.

The battlefield changes rapidly, and it is always good to have a little more time.

"Let's sprinkle water, hoping that the ice under the city wall will be thicker." Yuan Chonghuan was the most helpless. He knew that no matter how thick the ice was, it would not last long.

After a day of bombardment, the walls of Jinzhou City, especially the North City, were already full of holes. The collapse was only a matter of time! The city was setting up obstacles to street fighting, buried explosives, etc. overnight. Yuan Chonghuan was mentally prepared for street fighting.

Dorgon rode on his horse, watching the steaming steaming North City was not in a hurry at all. It was past the third day, and it was late in winter, so he still had time.

Lin Kewang was already numb. On this night, he tried all kinds of ways to send more than 10,000 people to the Shura slaughterhouse. These people are now lying on the ground, covered by snowflakes from the sky. In just one hour, they have turned into white bulges after another. Even the bright red snow water is covered with white snow.

"Get two thousand more people up!" When the Han slaves were slaughtered again, Dorgon repeated the previous sentence.

"Yeah!"

One night, the northern city was busy, but the southern city was silent. Not only was it opposite to the northern city, but it was also close to the Ming Dynasty. Although Jinzhou City was surrounded by Tartar corps, there was still some psychological advantage when it was close to the Ming Dynasty. After all, this was the direction of reinforcements.

"Sir, do you think the supervisor will send reinforcements?" The deputy general accompanied He Kegang on patrol. Seeing the direction of the Ming Dynasty, he asked with concern.

"It should be here. We are over with tens of thousands of people, and Li Xiao can't think of it. It is impossible for his thousands of soldiers to defend such a long Shanhaiguan defense line.

Once the Tartars broke through Shanhaiguan and appeared around the capital, Li Xiao had no second way to go except for apologizing for his death." He Kegang answered firmly.

"I think so!" Although the deputy general nodded, he was still suspicious.

"Why don't you throw straws under the city?" In order to ensure you see clearly whether there are Tartar soldiers under the city, you will forget to throw a bundle of straw under the city every once in a while. Anyway, after harvesting, there are so many of these things.

"Uh..." The deputy general's face turned red.

"Master, it's cold and snowing. It's been midnight, and the brothers are cold! The straws are taken to the Arrow Tower to burn for heating. Look at this day, the brothers are really suffering." A young officer with a general appearance suddenly reported to He Kegang.

"Master, the Tartars have been making trouble in the northern city. We are still peaceful here, so let the brothers rest. There is still a tough battle to fight tomorrow!" The deputy general also pleaded for his subordinates.

He Kegang looked at the snowy day, rubbed his face and numb and didn't say anything. In this ghost weather in Liaodong, dogs were frozen to death. Not to mention humans, it was really helpless to roast the fire.

Even if he didn't say anything, the deputy general and the small officers breathed a sigh of relief.

As I walked, I saw that there was no one guarding this section of the city wall. There was a burst of laughter coming from the arrow tower not far away.

The deputy general's face was ugly at the time, and the little officer accompanying him was so scared that he was no longer looking. These bastards asked them to roast the fire, but now they are gone.

The arrow tower was crowded with people, talking and joking. A guy in the middle was talking about his experience of visiting a prostitute while in Shanhaiguan. The people next to him were listening with relish and could hear the sound of swallowing from time to time.

I don’t know who saw He Kegang standing at the door with a gloomy face. He immediately screamed: “Master!”

Everyone, whether they were crooked or lying down, suddenly rushed up. They looked at He Kegang at the door nervously!

He Kegang's cheeks were bitten very tightly, and his two muscles were as hard as stones.

I really want to cut all these guys, but in the end I don’t blame everyone. There are people in the 20th or 30th place. They kill anyone to work hard for them when they are employed. You can’t be the general, and you can go up by yourself with a knife.

"Who is the boss?" He Kegang asked, and immediately a guy knelt on the ground and kowtowed like garlic.

"Drag it out and chop it!" He Kegang said, and a tiger-like guard rushed up, picked up the unlucky guy and left.

It’s just that you dare to do this at this time.

He Kegang turned his head and left, and he could hear the sound of begging for mercy in his ears.

As soon as I took a few steps, I heard a scream that came to an abrupt end.

"What sound?" He Kegang suddenly stopped.

The screams were screaming, what else could it be? Everyone looked at each other and raised their ears to listen carefully.

"Dingdang", "Bang", "Dong"

He Kegang's face changed immediately, and he leaned over and looked under the city wall.

"Bang" There was a gunshot somewhere, and the bullet flew out while rubbing He Kegang's helmet. A big mark was left on He Kegang's helmet.

He Kegang lay back, and the deputy general behind him and the school officers supported him together.

"There's a fucking person under the city wall, and he is digging the city wall." He Kegang didn't care about his fear. Now he wanted to cut down all the grandsons hiding in the arrow tower.

Needless to say, the officers under his command could hear it.

"Come, come here quickly." The officers shouted, pulling their necks.

In the arrow tower, countless figures immediately emerged from the city tower. The officers gave panic orders, torches, lit straws, and thousands of enemies were thrown down.

I don’t know how many gunmen were ambushing below. The Ming army holding torches was like bullet attractors in the dark night.

Many people were hit with several bullets before they could throw the torch down. The Ming army's cotton armor was obviously not the opponent of the bullet, and blood splattered out of the bullets.

Duoduo and Ajige sat on the horse, behind them were two elite yellow flags. The two brothers were multiple younger brothers and brothers who were abandoning, and the brothers who fought against tigers. At the critical moment, it was the most reliable brothers of the same-child compatriots.

After reporting to Nurhaci, Dorgon left the glory of rushing into Jinzhou City to his own brothers. Can such military merit be left to others if he doesn't leave it to his own brothers?

"Brother, I've been fiddling all night. Why haven't I moved yet?"

When Duoduo saw the gunshots, he knew that he had been discovered by the Ming army on the city wall. This was also impossible. The deaf people could not hear it when they were chiseled in the middle of the night. It was a miracle that it could delay for more than half an hour before being discovered.

"It's not that easy. There is a layer of ice frozen on the city wall. It's not easy to chisel open, but fortunately Dorgon came up with such a solution. With that kind of air, he is not afraid of throwing stones down the city wall or throwing fire. Don't worry, it's only a matter of time before he chisels."

Ajige was very confident in what Dorgon made. Now the one who poached the walls under Jinzhou City is not Han slaves. They are all warriors of the two yellow flags, so there is no reason to stumble on the lives of the warriors like this.

"Set fireworks! Set off fireworks!" He Kegang's eyes were so anxious that he was in flames. There were countless musketeers ambushing under the city wall. The Ming army holding torches on the city wall was attracted to bullets as soon as it appeared.

"The fireworks have been transferred to the North City by Lord Yuan!"
Chapter completed!