Geshiha threw down his shield and heavy sword and flew towards Houjin Khan.
He is agile and powerful. Nurhaci was knocked several steps away and fell into the muddy river beach.
Geshiha didn't care about the mud on his body and quickly covered the sweat with his body.
Just as the two fell down, the three-pound iron ball from the general's cannon came and hit them backwards, grazing the gold-woven dragon tapestry.
Just as Mao Yunlong said just now, his hand was shaking and he missed the target.
If Li Yongfang had given the gunner another chance, he would probably have been hit by an iron ball and fed to the fish in the muddy river.
The cannonball flew past Zhijin Longhuan, consumed all its energy, and landed softly in the sand.
Several elite Goshiha stood in front of Nurhachi and formed a shield formation with long cards.
Such a shield array has basically no defensive effect against the general's artillery, but it can at least give people some psychological comfort.
Tong Yangxing rolled down from his horse and crawled into the river mud with his hooves facing the ground. He let out a howl that did not sound like a human voice:
"Master! Master!"
Fortunately, his master was not hit, only a slight superficial injury.
The two Goshiha helped the Khan stand up. Their bodies were all covered with foul-smelling river mud.
"Master, what's going on? Li Yongfang, this bitch slave, is crazy!"
Nurhaci did not speak. He turned back to look at the shells that had hit the river mud. His shock was over, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Geshiha quickly stepped forward to wipe the mud off Dahan's body.
Nurhaci pushed Goshiha away, looked at the north gate tower, and said loudly:
"It must have been shot by the Nanmanzi. This gunner is skilled in cannon handling. He can be used by me and cannot be killed."
Tong Yangxing was about to flatter the Great Khan, who was so open-minded and tolerant.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the north gate, followed by continuous explosions, as if a dozen general cannons were firing at the top of the city at the same time.
The ground on both sides of the Hun River shook slightly, and a group of gulls and herons arose.
The Houjin soldiers who were shooting towards the shield array stopped shooting and looked behind them.
boom! boom! boom!
The continuous explosions continued, and the top of the North Gate was covered by orange-red fireworks. The white smoke rising from the burning gunpowder was like a huge mushroom, and soon engulfed the entire North Gate.
"Five Belles!"
The gray-haired Nurhaci ran towards the city gate with all his strength, regardless of Geshiha's pull.
He pointed at the rising white mushroom cloud. He was delirious and his head covered with river mud was shaking involuntarily.
"Quick, look quickly, Wu Beile is still on the urn city!"
The Zhenyi armor soldiers who were attacking the white pole soldiers around them stared blankly at the scene happening behind them.
They saw the daytime fireworks rising from the north gate, and saw the white-armored soldiers with their bodies covered in flames jumping down from the top of the city.
I also saw the grief-stricken Hou Jin Khan.
It wasn't until the Niulu Ezhens waved their scabbards and hit the armored soldiers' backs that the Jurchen warriors returned to reality, returned to the Shura Hell in front of them, and continued to draw their bows and shoot at the white pole soldiers.
Mang Gurtai was the fifth son of Hou Jin Khan. When he was twelve years old, he followed Nurhaci to fight everywhere.
At the age of seventeen, he fought against the Ula Tribe (Jurchens) and conquered six cities. In the Battle of Sarhu, Mang Gurtai took the lead and attacked Juniper in one fell swoop, making great achievements for Hou Jin Dynasty.
Although Nurhachi was usually not satisfied with the hot-tempered Baylor, deep down in his heart, the Great Khan always regarded Mang Gurtai as the sharpest sword and gave him great hope.
Seeing that Shenyang was about to be captured, Dajin would successfully control the entire Liaodong and truly become the master of this land. He would no longer look at anyone's face. Seeing that the suffering that the Aixinjueluo family had suffered for many years was about to end, unexpectedly, in At this time, Wu Beile died, and died so tragically.
White-haired people send black-haired ghosts.
Although Nurhaci regarded himself as a hero, he witnessed his son being bombed to death by a Nanmanzi. In an instant, he was mentally and physically haggard and felt like he was ten years older.
"Great Khan! It must be Xiong Tingbi's gunner who did it! I'll kill this thief, and then kill all the gunners from each door!"
The speaker was Tong Yangxing's cousin Tong Yangzhen. He and his cousin joined the Hou Jin Dynasty and held important positions in the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty.
In the original history, Mao Wenlong made a sneak attack on Zhenjiang, captured Tong Yangzhen alive, and sent him to the capital. The senior wrapper was finally executed by Lingchi at Caishikou.
Tong Yangzhen was stronger and more fierce than his younger brother Tong Yangxing. He was appointed by the Great Khan as Zhenghuang Banner Niulu Ezhen.
At this moment, he was wearing fine chainmail and holding a round shield, guarding Nurhachi.
The Han Niu Lu looked at the city head with hatred. Niu Lu's armored soldiers were carrying the Houjin soldiers who were killed in the bombing on Wengcheng.
Nurhachi's mood recovered slightly, and he listened to Tong Yangzhen's words with red eyes. He was silent for a long time, and looked up at the shield array of white pole soldiers in the distance. Suddenly, an unprecedented hatred flashed in his eyes:
"Calling Ye He and Horqin's troops to help the army break through the shield formation of the white pole soldiers! Let Aolebu, Zaisangbuhe, Niyaha, and Delgrad come over to see me immediately!"
"twitter!"
Tong Yangzhen had long been dissatisfied with Ye He and Horqin. The Great Khan kept wooing these people as if he was afraid of them. Instead, he sent warriors of all banners to rush ahead to fight the white-pole soldiers.
Seeing that the Great Khan was finally willing to let these tribes fight for their lives, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He agreed, and immediately went down with a Goshiha to deliver the order to them.
Fan Wencheng, who was standing nearby, wanted to persuade him. Seeing the murderous look on Dahan's face, he hesitated for a moment and finally did not dare to speak again.
Nurhachi looked at the blazing north gate, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the sword from his waist.
"Bring Xiong Tingbi here!"
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The tall Xiong Tingbi had his hands tied and was pushed by two fierce Goshiha all the way to the front of Houjin Khan.
"Kneel down!"
Xiong Tingbi held his head high, and there were still stains of blood on his unruly face. These were the arrow wounds left by the bloody battle between his pacesetter battalion and the Zhenglan Banner when the North Gate fell the day before yesterday.
He looked at Geshiha coldly and snorted contemptuously from his nostrils. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the mud on Nurhachi's armor. He was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.
Nurhaci looked at Xiong Tingbi with pity and said nothing.
Seeing that this man was so rude to the Great Khan, Goshiha was about to hit him with his knife. Houjin Khan waved his hand and repelled Goshiha.
"I didn't expect that Xiong Jingshou would suffer such a big crime. It's all my fault."
As he spoke, he walked up to Xiong Tingbi and untied the rope with his own hands.
"I originally thought that this time, like Fushun Qinghe, we could recapture Liaochen without any bloodshed. I didn't expect that it would cause such a big disturbance and waste the lives of so many lives. It was due to my lack of consideration."
Xiong Tingbi looked at the old slave's performance coldly, and after he had had enough, he said calmly:
"Back then, Emperor Taizu saw that the Jianzhou tribe was pitiful and rewarded you with the blessed land so that you could live and work in peace and contentment. Instead of repaying your gratitude to the Ming Dynasty, you stole armor and started a fight to massacre Liaodong. Nurhaci, you sent it to Li Chengliang's family, even dogs. If you don't succeed, how dare you usurp the imperial title? Even if you say you are ambitious, you are flattering."
Nurhachi smiled slightly and slowly pressed his fingers on the scabbard. Xiong Tingbi was not afraid at all and continued to curse:
"Over the years, you have killed Ye He, Mongols, and Han people. The cities in northern Liaoning have flowed like rivers of blood, and hundreds of thousands of Liao people have been destroyed. How dare you talk about restoring Liaodong? What a shame, I patrolled Liaodong back then and failed to kill you earlier! "
Ge Shiha swung the scabbard and hit Xiong Tingbi on the knee. Xiong Tingbi couldn't bear the pain and fell to his knees.
Nurhaci looked at him and said righteously:
"Liaodong belongs to us Jurchens. It has been like this since the Song Dynasty. Where is the homeland of the Ming Dynasty? Liaodong was taken away by Zhu Yuanzhang! For two hundred years, you civil servants who are full of knowledge have gone to Liaodong to sow discord and make the Jurchen ministries Kill each other to maintain your so-called restraint. If one party becomes powerful, they will sweep holes and plow the court, treating us Jurchens as beasts! The Wanli Dog Emperor connived at Gaohuai to extort mineral taxes in Liaodong, making the people of Liao miserable. "
"You are the butchers. Why did I raise an army? I just want to get rid of you traitors!"
"I just want to make things the way they are. Liaodong belongs to the Jurchens. Ten years ago, when you and Li Chengliang were biting dogs in Liaodong, did you ever think that today, you would kneel down in front of me and beg for mercy? "
"It's not that I dare not kill you, nor that I can't kill you. I just love talents. Besides, if the emperor dies, the new emperor will not tolerate you. If you join Dajin, I will make you a great scholar, the head of the five ministers, and let you Command the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty!"
Nurhachi's beard trembled, he took a few breaths, and looked at Xiong Tingbi with a sneer.
Xiong Tingbi looked at the burning north gate and saw the corpse of Jiannu being transported from the city wall. Knowing what Mao Yunlong had done, he turned to Nurha Chidao:
"Nu'er Hachi, you are really willing to claim your ancestors! Wanyan Aguda of the Jin Kingdom and your Jianzhou Baganzi can't compete with each other, so what does it have to do with you?! Where did you come from, bastards! Taizu rewarded you back then Yes, but in the land around Hetuala, for the past two hundred years, you have slaughtered so many tribes and devoured so much land for your own selfish interests! If our government had not been kind, I would have swept away your holes and plowed the courts!"
When Xiong Tingbi said this, he pointed at the top of the city and laughed:
"The law of heaven cannot be deceived. Your fifth son, Mang Gurtai, is dead. Yes, it was done by someone assigned by me. Liu Zhaosun cast a huge cannon in Kaiyuan and used it to kill your other son. He should also be killed. If you die, this time, I will let you taste the loss of Liao people's families!"
When Xiong Tingbi said this, he suddenly looked resolute and said seriously:
"Do you think that the more than 70 cities in Liaodong are like Fushun and Qinghe, allowing you to come in and out at will and kill at will?!"
"Do you think millions of Liao people are all slaves like Ding Bi and Li Yongfang, who don't recognize their ancestors and voluntarily serve as your cover?"
"Nu'er Hachi, I am not strong enough to arrest you, so I can't kill you with my own hands. However, I am lucky to have General Liu."
"Liu Zhao, Sun Yunlong, Fenghu, are compassionate and compassionate, like the Taizu. With eight thousand tigers and fierce tigers, everyone is willing to die for him, and millions of Liao people gathered to respond. This is a true hero! You traitors and rats, slaughtering living creatures, Forcing people into slavery will cause harm to Liaodong, and everyone should punish him!"
"I am about to die, so I am not afraid to tell you."
"This Liaodong is no longer the Liaodong of the Ming Dynasty. However, if you want to rebel, it won't be your turn! After I die, you and your several Baylors will be killed by Liu Zhaosun, and your bones will be reduced to ashes!"
The smile on Nurhachi's face gradually disappeared. When Xiong Tingbi finished speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly drew out his sword and stabbed Xiong Tingbi in the heart.
Fan Wencheng next to him quickly hugged Hou Jinhan with his hands and said urgently:
"Master, master! Don't be deceived by this man. This old guy just wants to die so that he can leave his name in history. We can't kill him now! Exchange him for benefits with the Ming Dynasty!"
Nurhachi's face was ashen, and Xiong Tingbi's words just now were heart-breaking. The damage done to Hou Jin Khan was comparable to the death of Mang Gurtai just now.
In an instant, Nurhachi felt like he was back in the winter of the fifteenth year of Wanli, and transformed back into the little chief of Jianzhou whose father and brother were killed and who could be bullied by everyone.
That winter, he and his followers went to the capital for an audience. Their steps were difficult. The road to the Forbidden City was as difficult as climbing to the sky. All the officials in the capital made things difficult for them. Even a small doorman wanted to extort money from the Jurchens.
Nurhachi pushed Fan Wencheng away and gritted his teeth:
"He is stubborn! Take him down, wait until Liu Zhaosun is captured, and we will execute him in Lingchi!"
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