"Hurry up and fire on me! Blast hard! Open the shield array, and the master will raise the flag for you!"
Shenyang North Gate.
Mang Gurtai, the leader of the Zhenglan Banner, was surrounded by a group of white-armored soldiers, walking through the sheep and horse city where corpses were everywhere, and hurriedly walked towards the north gate of the city.
Between the moat and the city wall, there are scattered deer feet.
Some injured white-armed soldiers, covered in blood, sat half-reclined in front of the protruding deer's feet, with their heads drooped, and they raised their short crossbows unsteadily and pointed at the white-armored soldiers walking towards them.
Seriously injured, the poisonous arrows of the white-armed soldiers were inaccurate. Even if they hit the target, they would not be harmed by the white-armored soldiers. They were quickly killed one by one by the white-armored soldiers who rushed up.
Mang Gurtai, who was walking in front, turned around suddenly and found that there were still two poisonous arrows stuck in his chain mail. He did not bother to pull out the arrows and roared at the white-armored soldiers who were still killing:
"Dog slave! Leave quickly! Ignore the Nanbarbarians on the ground for now, go up to the top of the city and blast away their shield array with cannons."
He looked at these white-armored soldiers with hatred, knowing that they were venting their anger. The southern barbarians in front of him killed many of them.
"The Great Khan has ordered that our Zhenglan Banner will attack next. If we still can't defeat this white-poled soldier, you will be the ones who will be beheaded later!"
The white-armored soldier quickly put away his heavy sword and quickly followed his master.
Behind them, thousands of corpses covered both sides of the moat, stretching from Yangma City to the main city gate.
Breathing heavily, Mang Gurtai walked through the corridor that was also piled up with corpses, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the most elite of their flag, Ge Shiha, lying here.
Goshiha had a broken white spear stuck in his body, and one of his ears had been bitten off.
Mang Gurtai frowned and continued walking towards Wengcheng without stopping.
When they arrived at Wengcheng, the corpses of Baigan soldiers and Houjin soldiers almost blocked the steps. Mang Gurtai had no place to step, so he had to step on the corpses to move forward.
Many soldiers stabbed each other with spears, fought each other, and died together.
Half an hour ago, Zhenglan Banner killed more than 500 warriors on this section of the city wall.
It’s hard to imagine that this was even with the help of insiders.
If Zheng Hongqi had not entered from the west and south gates and struck the white pole soldiers in the back, Mang Gurtai estimated that at least four thousand people would have died if he captured the north gate.
The blood flowed down the steps, forming a bloody stream, and gradually dried up into dark red lumps, as if the red devil from hell was devouring the creatures on this land.
Mang Gurtai's boots were soaked with blood and it was very uncomfortable to walk.
But now is not the time to worry about that.
He stood on the steps and looked north.
Two hundred steps away from the city wall, four thousand white pole soldiers who retreated to the other side of the river formed a huge shield array. The shield formation was like a mountain, motionless, and there was a layer of corpses of Hou Jin soldiers piled outside.
A hundred steps away from the shield array.
In front of the gold-woven dragon banner of the Great Khan of Hou Jin, kneeling was a row of Zhenyi armored soldiers with yellow flags. They had just failed to charge the formation, and they also dispersed the white armored soldiers behind them.
A group of Bagyas, carrying heavy execution knives, walked towards these broken soldiers.
After the failure of the Xianghuang flag, the next one was the Zhenglan flag, which was joined by the Zhenghong flag that had been defeated before. This was already the third attack by the Hou Jin soldiers.
Mang Gurtai had just witnessed with his own eyes the entire process of Xianghuang Qi being defeated by his opponent, and now he still felt terrified.
This white pole soldier is very fierce, similar to the white pole soldier in Kaiyuan City, but their strength is almost ten times that of the latter.
They wore short crossbows and short arrows, and the short arrows were poisonous.
Yesterday, they killed more than five hundred unarmored warriors with poisoned arrows.
Xianghuangqi first sent out archers to shoot with heavy arrows, but found that the bows and arrows were useless against the white-poled soldiers.
They wear two layers of armor. In addition to rattan armor and iron armor, they also use long cards to block their bodies.
Then Jiala Erzhen ordered the Zhenyi warriors to charge into the formation. The white-poled soldiers ran into them head-on and stabbed with their spears and soldiers. The iron armor on the Zhenyi warriors could not withstand the spear thrusts.
These soldiers were not prepared to sacrifice their lives. They were quickly defeated under the attack of the white pole soldiers. Their rout also affected several other banners. Houjin Khan was furious and ordered the first ones to be defeated. Five Niulu Ezhen beheaded.
The last ones to fight were the Death Soldiers and Bagala. They wore two layers of heavy armor and used their long cards to attack the white-pole soldiers.
The result was the same as before Kaiyuan City. The white-armored soldiers and the dead soldiers were beaten by their opponents with guns and large iron ring hammers. These most ferocious Jurchen hunters were defeated again after leaving behind hundreds of corpses.
The only good thing is that these white soldiers have no artillery and very few muskets. The artillery supporting them is at the north gate of the city and has been controlled by Hou Jin.
If they were like the Zhejiang soldiers in the east of the city, armed with guns, tigers and cannons, I don't know how many more Eight Banners warriors would die today.
Thinking that the Zhejiang soldiers in the east of the city were equally difficult to chew, Mang Gurtai shivered and reached out to touch the back of his head. After making sure that his head was safe and sound, he stepped on the corpse and continued to crawl towards the city.
There are more than a dozen general cannons and several French machine guns placed near the battlements at the top of the city. More than twenty captured Ming army gunners were lying on the ground at this moment. Behind them, stood a group of Houjin soldiers holding heavy knives.
"Master, this distance is just enough to hit their shield array. When our troops withdraw, let the gunners fire!"
Li Yongfang smiled at Mang Gurtai who came up, but involuntarily shrank back.
Ding Bi, the Tieling ginseng general standing next to him, had a murderous look on his face. He was tall and like an angry human bear. His armor was stained with blood and his face was cut open.
Not long ago, Ding Bi opened the west gate, straightened the red flag and entered the city. He followed Daishan all the way to the north gate and killed the Liao Town soldiers who refused to surrender.
After arriving at the North Gate, the Zhenghong Banner immediately attacked the North Gate Wengcheng, while the Zhenglan Banner attacked the Yangma City from outside. Five to six thousand soldiers from both sides attacked from inside and outside, causing nearly 2,000 casualties before finally defeating the 1,000 white-armed soldiers from the North Gate Wengcheng. wipe out.
The remaining four thousand soldiers with white poles immediately crossed the river and formed a formation on the north bank to resist. After a day of attack, these soldiers with white poles became a nightmare for the banner owners.
At Ximen, Ding Bi killed more than a dozen white soldiers. He was very skilled and cruel, and he liked to kill people himself during battles.
Two days ago, Ding Shen learned that his hometown was attacked by Liu Zhaosun, his old enemy. Either Ding Bi died or Liu Zhaosun died.
So he wanted to go back quickly for rescue, but several Belles refused to let Ding Bi leave Shenyang at this time.
Ding Shen will be very angry.
Mang Gurtai was also very angry.
Without even looking at Li Yongfang, he led the white-armored soldiers and walked straight towards the dozen or so general cannons.
Three days ago, the Prince Consort of Fushun patted his chest and said that this time, with the Liao people in the city responding internally and cooperating internally and externally, it would take only two hours to capture Shenyang City, even easier than in Qinghe Fushun.
As a result, nearly 100,000 soldiers and horses from the six banners have been fighting since yesterday afternoon until now. Including the troops, nearly 5,000 to 6,000 people were killed.
Until now, the east of the city is still in the hands of the Zhejiang soldiers, and the north of the city is still in the hands of the white-pole soldiers.
It is said that Tieling has been captured by Liu Zhaosun. Huang Taiji and Jierhalang have been there for several days, but there is no news yet.
Mang Gurtai had fought with Liu Zhaosun, and he thought of the spearmen in Kaiyuan City who fought to the death, and heard from Dai Shan that Lin Dan Khan's troops were moving towards northern Liaoning. The hot-tempered Baylor began to feel vaguely for Huang Taiji and Huang Taiji. Jilharang and the others were worried.
"Let him fire! Defeat the white-armed soldiers as soon as possible. The Great Khan will also surround and annihilate the Qi family army!"
Mang Gurtai walked to the general's cannon, pointed to a gunner lying on the ground, and said to Li Yongfang behind him without looking back.
Li Yongfang did not care about Mang Gurtai. He invited two white-armored soldiers to bring the gunner to him and said to him:
"Aim at the shield formation of white-pole soldiers below the city and blast it hard. Open the shield formation. The master will reward you with money and even carry the flag for you."
Ding Bi looked at the thin gunner coldly, his hand already pressed on the scabbard.
The captured artillerymen at the head of the city were all from Liao Town, and there were more than 20 people in total. Xiong Tingbi mobilized them from Liaoyang, Fengji, Guangning and other places to assist the white pole soldiers in defending the city.
When Hongqi was coming from the west city, these gunners were blocked on the tower before they had time to escape.
Daishan knew the importance of gunners and ordered Baya not to kill them.
With a clanging sound, Ding Bi pulled out the heavy knife and put the knife directly on the artilleryman's neck, ignoring Li Yongfang who was still trying to persuade him.
"Did you hear that? Fire the cannon and raise the flag for you."
There was a faint sound of artillery in the east. There, the Qi Jiajun and the Houjin soldiers fought fiercely for a day, but the winner had not yet been determined.
Light black smoke floated over Shenyang City, and people screamed and wailed from the city. This most important city in Liaodong has become a hell on earth.
Under the gaze of everyone, the thin Liao Town gunner suddenly straightened his waist and raised his head:
"Raise your mother's flag!"
"You bastard! How many Liao people have you killed!"
Ding Bi's face changed slightly, as if someone had slapped her hard in the face. She was stunned for a while, pointed to the top of the city, and said to the servant:
"Pull out the tongue and throw it away."
"Next, you, come here!!"
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