As night fell, the cold wind blew on the top of the city, emitting a sound like howling ghosts and wolves, which made people tremble in their hearts. The two yellow flag soldiers of the Han army guarding the city wall huddled under the arrows and parapets, hoping only for the silence. The bitter cold night will pass quickly.
During the day, the New Army artillery battalion baptized the east city wall of Yanqing Prefecture with fierce artillery fire, almost leveling the defense facilities on the top of the city. The two yellow flags of the Han army suffered heavy casualties. Hundreds of people were beaten to pieces, and a large number of wounded The soldiers were carried to and settled near the city gate.
However, the soldiers and horses with yellow flags in Manchuria hid in the houses of the city, eating dry food and having sex with the women in the city, which made the two yellow flag soldiers of the Han army feel resentful.
"real?"
Inside the city tower, Ma Guangyuan asked Geng Zhongming angrily, and Geng Zhongming gritted his teeth and said, "It's absolutely true! All the wounded soldiers who were placed near the city gate at night were driven out by Baiyintu's orders. Now they are gone." Many people froze to death!”
Ma Guangyuan thought of the whip he received during the day, and the red marks on his face throbbed again. He was so angry that he grabbed his braid and said angrily in a low voice: "We are working for the Manchus. We don't even have to give up our ancestors and our face. Let's just change Are you going to be treated like this? Those wounded soldiers are all our brothers. They were disabled for the sake of the Qing Dynasty, and they don’t even have a piece of tile to protect them from the wind!"
Geng Zhongming's face was ashen. He had never regretted it as much as he did now. If he had not sailed out from Dengzhou and surrendered to the Manchus, would his life have been different?
"What should we do? Brother Geng, please come up with an idea!"
At this time, Ma Guangyuan's face was ferocious, as if he had made up his mind. Geng Zhongming thought for a moment and said: "Today Liu Yan's department
You have also seen the artillery fire. If we continue at this rate, Yanqing Prefecture will not be able to hold on for a few days. It is only a matter of time before the city is broken. We need to think of a way out! "
"Well!"
Ma Guangyuan said angrily: "Since Brother Geng has said this, let me say the ugly words: You and I are defending the east side, why not just open the city and surrender, dedicate Yanqing Prefecture to Liu Yan, and leave it for you and me. What’s the next way to survive?”
Geng Zhongming hesitated: "Haven't you heard? Several defeated soldiers who recovered from Changping Prefecture said how Kong Youde and the others died. Wasn't it because they were massacred by the New Army after surrendering? Don't you think so too? Follow in the footsteps of Kong Youde?”
"This time, that time!"
Ma Guangyuan pointed in the direction of the city and said: "There are father and son Huang Taiji and Hauge in the city. After we dedicate the city, we will lead our troops to attack the Zhizhou Yamen. Whether we succeed or fail depends on our attitude. Liu Yan will not kill!"
Geng Zhongming nodded heavily and said: "Okay! Without further ado, we will take action tonight. If we wait too long, there is no guarantee that Liu Yan's troops will break through the city and come in tomorrow!"
"good!"
Immediately Geng Zhongming and Ma Guangyuan discussed, and Ma Guangyuan led his troops to set up defenses near the east city gate to block the counterattack of the Manchurian yellow flag. Geng Zhongming led his troops to open the city gate and stationed at the city gate to prevent the Qing soldiers from counterattacking.
In the dark of night, Ma Guangyuan led eight hundred of his followers along the horse trail to the vicinity of the East City Gate. They hid around a group of houses and in a dark alley.
"Master, there are more than twenty Baya soldiers in front of us, what should we do?"
Ma Guangyuan said in a low voice: "Wait here until Geng Zhongming leads his troops to kill them, and then we can
Rush over there. "
Ma Guangyuan pointed to the front. In a private house not far away, there was the place where Manzhou soldiers and horses with yellow flags were resting. Everyone could even hear the sound of a woman wailing in front of them.
"The fight will start soon. You guys will be on fire prevention nearby, and then go and call the brothers from the Han Army Banner to come over for support."
Both Ma Guangyuan and Geng Zhongming knew that time was tight. In order to prevent the news from leaking in advance, they only gathered hundreds of close confidants and did not alert the brigade of soldiers. Otherwise, the mobilization of the brigade of soldiers would definitely alert Baiyintu.
"Slave understands!"
Ma Guangyuan and others waited in the cold wind for a while, and then they saw Geng Zhongming and dozens of personal guards walking down the city wall and swaggering towards the east gate.
Then Geng Zhongming and others were stopped by the Baya soldiers with yellow flags in Manchuria. Ma Guangyuan and others could not hear what was said there, but just stared nervously.
Suddenly, Geng Zhongming drew his sword and attacked, and dozens of personal guards wearing helmets and armor also took action. Although the twenty-odd Baya soldiers were strong, they were caught off guard, and seven or eight of them fell in an instant, leaving the remaining The Baya soldiers retreated into the city gate cave one after another, and one of them blew the alarm horn directly.
"broken!"
Ma Guangyuan was furious and cursed angrily: "If Geng Zhongming smashes this, nothing can be done!"
Then Ma Guangyuan jumped up and said loudly: "Come with me and kill Baiyintu!"
"kill!"
Eight hundred elite Han troops with yellow flags rushed forward. Ma Guangyuan was also desperate at this time. Gritting his teeth, he rushed to the houses in front, only to see a large group of Manchu soldiers with yellow flags rushing out from various courtyards.
Although those Manchurian soldiers
They were also panicked, but the long-term oppression of the Han Army Banner by the Manchus made Ma Guangyuan and others feel timid for the first time. The eight hundred elite Han Army Banners lost momentum for a while.
"Ma Guangyuan! You slave is going to rebel!"
In the darkness of the night, Baiyin Tu rushed out shirtless, holding a steel knife in his hand, and there was a trace of blood on his chest, which should belong to a certain woman.
At this time, Bai Yintu saw Ma Guangyuan leading his troops to charge towards him at a glance. Looking towards the city gate, he could also see Geng Zhongming's troops seizing the city gate. He understood instantly and immediately said to the subordinates around him: "Transfer immediately. Soldiers, report to Prince Zheng and Rao Yubeile to put an end to the chaos!"
"嗻!"
Then Baiyintu yelled: "Kill all the Han soldiers and flag rebels!"
These Manchurian soldiers were defeated all the way by Liu Yan's tribe, so that they lost troops and generals. I don't know how much resentment was accumulated in their hearts. Even the people who looked at the Han army flag were full of hatred. Now that they had the opportunity, these Manchurian soldiers were fierce and almost crazy. General pounced on Ma Guangyuan's troops.
"kill!"
Ma Guangyuan knew that the matter was exposed, so he could only fight to the death. He struggled to catch the sword that was chopped down by a vest, and then slammed it, knocking it away, and then shouted: "Blow the trumpet! Call the brothers, anyway Got it!"
"Woo~woo!"
For a time, the horns of the Han Army's two yellow flags and the Manchu yellow flag kept blaring, and soldiers from each flag continued to gather towards the east city gate. Everyone panicked in the dark and didn't choose a way, and then gathered at the nearest battle flag, just like the daytime. The companions who fought together fought desperately, and chaos suddenly broke out in the city.
Geng Zhongming was furious at this time.
He looked at the dozen or so Baya soldiers in front of him in defeat. These Manchurians were very powerful. A dozen of them blocked the attack of more than forty of his own guards and were still unable to open the city gate.
"Archer! Where is the archer!"
Geng Zhongming roared, and finally sent more than thirty archers from the top of the city. He was about to shoot to death the Baya soldiers guarding the gate in front, but he was horrified to see that a large group of Manchurian Zhenglan Banner cavalry had already arrived.
More than 200 Han troops from the Zhenghuang Banner who had just assembled not far away were instantly dispersed by a brigade of Manzhou Zhenglan Banner cavalry, resulting in heavy casualties.
"According to the order of Prince Zheng: Suppress the rebellion of the two yellow banners of the Han army, and kill Geng Zhongming and Ma Guangyuan!"
"Kill Geng Zhongming!"
"Kill Ma Guangyuan!"
At this time, Geng Zhongming heard voices everywhere in the city shouting to kill him. He suddenly sweated like rain, and with regret in his heart, he roared angrily: "Since you won't let me live, then everyone will die together!"
After saying that, Geng Zhongming almost excitedly charged with his sword, leading dozens of guards around him to attack the city gate, and surrounded the dozen or so Bagala troops.
The two sides were already furious at this time, neither of them could dodge or dodge, and they had no moves at all. They just cut me with a knife, I stabbed you with a gun, and everyone fought for their lives.
A moment later, all ten Baya soldiers fell into a pool of blood, and eighteen of the dozens of personal guards around Geng Zhongming also fell. Even Geng Zhongming was slashed with a knife. Although it was not heavy, it still caused serious damage. His body was dripping with blood.
"Open the city gate! Open the city gate!"
Geng Zhongming seemed to see the hope of victory. Several Han flag soldiers and horses struggled to lift the heavy door bolt. They were about to succeed, but they failed.
Suddenly there was a hail of arrows, and the few Han soldiers who opened the door were all nailed to the city gate.
Geng Zhongming shouted and was about to open the door himself, but he felt a sharp pain in his back. Looking back, he saw a large number of Manchurian yellow flag shooters drawing their bows and setting up arrows, firing a volley at him.
"ah!"
Geng Zhongming and the remaining guards were shot into hedgehogs in the blink of an eye, and there was no longer a living person in the city gate cave.
At the same time, Ma Guangyuan and more than a hundred of his subordinates were also surrounded. They were trapped in the courtyard of a private house. The owner of this place was a family of six. At this time, they were all hiding in a side room shivering.
"Master, what should I do?"
Niulu Zhangjing asked with a cry, and the rest of his subordinates also had despair on their faces.
Ma Guangyuan said angrily: "Why don't the Han army, with 10,000 to 20 thousand people under two yellow banners, come to support? Why don't they come!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of cracking in the air, and dense rockets were shot in from outside, immediately setting the courtyard on fire.
The winter night wind was very strong, and the winter in the north was very dry. The inside and outside of the courtyard instantly turned into a sea of fire. Ma Guangyuan and more than a hundred of his subordinates were frightened. They rushed to the courtyard gate one after another, trying to escape, but were immediately attacked by a denser crowd. The arrows came back, and more than twenty people were shot to death directly at the entrance of the courtyard.
Ma Guangyuan dropped his sword in despair, and then shouted with all his strength: "I'm waiting for you underground, you all must die, all of you must die!"
The flames were so hot that they drove away all the coldness of winter. Ma Guangyuan, more than a hundred of his subordinates, and the six people living in this private house were all killed in the sea of fire.
Outside the yard, Jierhalang, Baiyintu, and Abatai had serious expressions on their faces.
Looking at the sea of fire solemnly, many Qing soldiers were already putting out the fire around to prevent the fire from spreading.
"What to do with the remaining soldiers from the two yellow flags of the Han army?"
Jierhalang said nothing, but there was a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.
Abata pondered for a while and said: "Kill him. Now our Qing Dynasty has suffered heavy losses. After all, these Han bannermen are all Han people. In their hearts, they have never been of the same mind as us. At this time, they would rather be wrong." Kill a thousand, but never let one go!"
Baiyintu nodded and said: "Okay! They are all slaves anyway, so if you kill them, you will kill them. However, the two yellow flags of the Han army have a large number of people. If they are all killed, the strength in the city will probably be even less."
Abatai said: "So what if we have enough troops? We are sitting in the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty guarding an isolated city. There is a strong army besieging the city outside, and there are no reinforcements in sight. How many days can we defend Jitian?"
After saying that, Jierhalan next to him sighed quietly, and a layer of gloom suddenly enveloped everyone's hearts.
