"Hand over Fan Wencheng, and I will promise to let Dorgon go. How about that?"
"Fan Wencheng is a Han Chinese. Do you feel comfortable giving orders to Baylor and Ezhen, the Dajin clan?"
"To tell you the truth, Fan Wencheng has surrendered to us and provided us with a lot of inside information.
Otherwise, how could more than 2,000 of us possibly annihilate Dorgon's 5,000 elite troops? "
"A Han man can be replaced by Baylor, and he is still the flag owner with a white flag. You have made a lot of money!"
While they were arguing on the city wall, Lin Yi shouted loudly, which shocked the feuding generals. He looked at Fan Wencheng, his eyes filled with emotion.
Li Fengze, the former Ming army garrison general of Hanerzhuang City and now the slave guerrilla general of Hanerzhuang City, took a step forward.
He stood in front of Fan Wencheng, drew out his long sword and looked coldly at the Jiannu generals.
"Everyone, calm down and let Mr. Fan say something!"
Fan Wencheng took a deep look at Li Fengze, his eyes full of admiration, then looked at the generals again and sighed.
"Everyone... my family is all in Shengjing. If I surrender, wouldn't my family be dead?"
"Can't you see such an obvious counter-intentional plan? Use Dorgon and me to undermine our morale and achieve their goal of attacking the city!"
"They said they would let Dorgon go, but they didn't say whether he was alive or dead? What if he was cut into a human stick? Or he was fed poison?
To put it another way, if we couldn't defend Hanerzhuang City, wouldn't Dorgon still be caught after entering the city? "
"Don't you think about why the Great Khan trusts me so much? Why did he give me full command of the most important retreat route? If you don't trust me, don't you trust the Great Khan?"
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Fan Wencheng reacted very quickly and spoke very eloquently. He gave a series of multiple reasons to refute, and the Jiannu generals fell silent.
"Siege the city!"
In Da'ankou City, the Yulei Battalion's tricks to break the city gate were staged here, and the white pole soldiers and the cavalry of the Warrior Battalion began to suppress the city gate.
The cross with Dorgon tied to it was also pushed up.
Looking at Dorgon, the slaves on the city wall hesitated, and the long bows in their hands lowered.
As the Ming army got closer and closer, Fan Wencheng shouted angrily: "Attack!"
"Mr. Fan, that's Dorgon Beile, we can't shoot!"
"Yes, even if we persist until the Great Khan leads his army to retreat, but we shoot Dorgon Beile to death, we will still be executed."
"Mr. Fan, let the last general lead the cavalry in the city to charge once and save Dorgon Beile!"
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"A bunch of idiots!"
Fan Wencheng cursed angrily in his heart: "If the Khan takes the blame, I will bear the full responsibility!"
Then he grabbed a sergeant's long bow, drew the bow full moon, took aim at Dorgon on the cross, loosened the string, and shot the arrow across the distance between the two armies.
ah……
Dorgon screamed, and the arrow hit Dorgon's broken arm.
Lin Yi was covered in cold sweat under the long pole. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have kicked the long pole, causing it to deflect.
Fan Wencheng's arrow directly killed Dorgon.
Although Dorgon must be killed, it is definitely not now. He has to wait for the slave-building army to come and play again.
"Continue to attack the city!"
The white pole soldiers and the warrior battalion continued to advance.
The white pole soldiers are all excellent archers and have strong bow power.
The distance was thirty to forty feet, and given that the walls of Hanerzhuang City were one to five feet high, basically most of the defenders who appeared at the crenellations were directly shot.
For a time, not even the ferocious Jiannu dared to take the lead easily, let alone the surrendering Ming army.
Qin Gongming admired this scene. He felt that the white-pole soldiers were very strong.
But compared with the Warriors Camp, it is one or two levels behind.
For a battalion-level castle like Hanerzhuang City, as long as there are enough arrows, hundreds of warrior battalions can easily capture it.
They were suppressed by the warriors' camp's bows and arrows and white-poled muskets. After a while, the city gate was blown to pieces.
When the white soldiers were about to rush in, a Ming soldier on the city wall suddenly shouted: "Don't go in, there is a trap behind the city gate!"
"Don't go in, there's a trap behind the city gate!"
"Brothers, tell my mother that I am not a traitor! I killed the slaves!"
After saying that, he raised his knife and slashed at a nearby Jiannu who was still confused, and blood spurted out.
"Asshole!"
Fan Wencheng's face changed drastically, he cursed angrily, rushed over with his knife, and chopped off the head of the Ming army who reminded him.
"retreat!"
When the leading Baihu hesitated, Qin Gongming seemed to have thought of something, his face changed drastically, and he yelled out.
I just rushed to the city wall and then went back. My previous efforts were in vain.
"General Qin, what's going on? What did you guess?"
"There are some guesses, but we still have to go into the city to confirm!"
Qin Gongming's forehead was covered with beads of sweat: "Now we can only attack from the city wall!"
"It doesn't matter, the wall of Han'erzhuang City is only one and a half feet, and Bang Tianlei can be thrown up casually.
A dozen or so thunderbolts, spaced five feet apart, are guaranteed to leave no one alive. "
"Then let's get started!"
Under the suppression of the sharp archers and fire guns of the Warrior Camp, the Royal Thunder Camp rushed to the city wall in just half a quarter of an hour, and several thunderbolts still climbed onto the city wall.
As expected, the 50-foot-long city wall was not alive, and a small section collapsed. The white pole soldiers successfully climbed onto the city wall!
For a time, there was fighting everywhere on the city wall.
Because of the confessions of Dorgon and others, we knew that the guard general of Hanerzhuang City took the initiative to surrender from the city.
Before the attack, Cao Bianjiao directly ordered Jiannu to beheaded, and all surrendered Ming troops would be killed as long as they resisted.
Therefore, whether it is a white-pole soldier or a warrior battalion, there is no burden at all when taking action, and the battle is one-sided.
Above the city gate tower, the battle group was particularly fierce, especially Fan Wencheng, who was extremely skillful with his long sword. Faced with the siege of four or five white pole soldiers, he did not lose at all.
It is hard to imagine that most of the strategies in Jiannu would come from the hands of this scholar with strong martial arts skills.
Of course, if Cao Bianjiao hadn't been afraid of inflicting wounds on Fan Wencheng's body and dying from the infection, several holes would have been poked out of his body by the long white spear.
But no matter how strong a person is, his physical strength will eventually run out.
Cao Bianjiao and Qin Gongming had no time to pay attention to the situation on the upper floor of the city gate. They stood in front of Daichuan Gate at the south gate and looked at the scene behind the city gate, full of doubts.
"I thought Fan Wencheng would follow General Sun Zushou's arrangement in Zunhua City, build an inner urn city, and then focus on shooting us. Am I wrong?"
"Could it be that the Ming Army sergeant reminded us that it was a cruel trick carried out by the Jiannu? The purpose was to prevent or delay our entry into the city?
But, this doesn’t make sense! "
Qin Gongming murmured to himself, his eyes full of doubts, and he subconsciously wanted to move forward to see the situation in the city.
But Cao Bianjiao on the side grabbed him, stared at the ground, and said solemnly: "There is no ground, what about underground?"
