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Chapter 192 Taking down Hetuala
When he was a child, Cuifa saw with his own eyes the Tartars hacked his father to death with knives and insulted his mother in turn.

Then, take him and his mother away to farm and raise horses for the Tartars...

Is there any hate?
There must be!

But history is so strange.

There are too many people, when the masters slaughtered their grandparents and fathers forcefully, they made them slaves.

Even if they hated for a while, but more, they obeyed under fear.

Often after a period of time, the hatred is forgotten.

If the masters give them another bite of food, they will be grateful.

Triggering is like that.

In the past few years, although there has been drought in Liaodong, the population is small and the land is large, so life is not bad.

I heard that the people of Ming Dynasty lived in dire straits, starved to death everywhere, and thieves were everywhere...

The reminder was even a little fortunate, he lived in Liaodong, and he had a master.

I don't want to think about that bit of hatred in my heart anymore.

Even he often intentionally pleases the Tartars.

The Tartars were so strong and so skilled at riding and shooting that they could easily knock them down.

Zuifa felt that they were born to be slaves, and only the strong Tartars could protect them.

In his heart, the Tartars are invincible.

Now, they have defeated twice as many Tartars.

When the guns sounded, when the explosion sounded and the flames burst into the sky, the Tartars were so vulnerable.

Cui Fa held a bayonet and charged in the crowd.

He ran after a tartar, and finally stabbed him to death...

The bayonet pierced Tartar's back, what he heard was Tartar's screams, and what he saw was the expression of fear on Tartar's face before he died.

It turns out that Tartars will be afraid too!
"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Lord Zhao, Wan Sheng!"

On the battlefield, cheers erupted.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Lord Zhao, Wan Sheng!"

The reminder also shouted.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng stood in the crowd with a majestic expression, like a god.

……

"Is this Hetuala?"

Zhao Cheng chased after the victory, and when he led his troops to feel Hetuala, what he saw was completely different from what he had imagined.

This is not a barren mountain, nor is it poor and backward.

Here, the houses are continuous, and you can see the smoke from the workshops.

The people had apparently just received news that the enemy army was approaching the border, and they were running away in confusion.

As you can imagine, it is definitely very busy here during normal seasons.

Blacksmith workshops, bowsmith workshops, armor workshops...

Stretches out several kilometers away.

Zhao Cheng had never seen such a scene in Daming territory.

"No wonder the Jurchen's equipment is much better than that of the Ming army!"

Zhao Cheng sighed.

In fact, in the middle and late stages of Chongzhen, Manchu Qing's ability to manufacture weapons was already stronger than that of Ming Dynasty.

The Qing army had tens of thousands of Jurchen Eight Banners, as well as the Mongolian Eight Banners and the Han Army Eight Banners...

Hundreds of thousands of troops can wear cotton armor, have enough bows and arrows, and can even mass-produce Hongyi cannons.

Their manufacturing capacity is very powerful.

Of course, this is not an industrial system.

However, a large number of workshops in Hetuala and Shengjing, as well as a large number of craftsmen looted from Daming, supported this manufacturing system.

The equipment of the Qing army was much better than that of the Ming army.

"Burn! Burn all these workshops! Anyone who dares to block and resist will be killed on the spot! Tell everyone to follow Master Wang! Take care of food! Master Wang needs them to work for us! Those who don't follow Master Wang, All counted as traitors, traitors, kill!"

Zhao Cheng gave an order.

He has no use for these workshops.However, for the Tartars, it is the foundation of survival.

Without these workshops, the production of weapons by the Tartars would not be able to keep up. Whether it is bows and arrows or armor, one set is used and one set is missing.

The Tartars were not born immune to death.

They fought very bravely against the Ming army because they knew they could not die.

Those armored men all wore two layers of armor, or even three layers of armor.

The power of the Ming army's guns was similar to that of firing cannons. The guns fired were scattered and rude, and the accuracy was poor.Occasionally hit, but was also blocked by the cotton armor.

This is an important reason why the Tartars are "not afraid of death".

Now, Zhao Cheng is about to destroy their confidence.

He exchanged barrels of gasoline, and after the loudspeaker yelled, no matter whether people came out of the house or not, he immediately set fire to the house.

"Don't have any women's benevolence. This is not an era of peace, this is war! On the battlefield, any kindness to the enemy, the price you pay, may be the sacrifice of our soldiers' lives!
I am your coach, I just need to be responsible to you!I only need to be responsible for your lives!It's not that you can't sacrifice, but you have to sacrifice to be valuable! "

Zhao Cheng shouted loudly with a loudspeaker in his hand.

Some soldiers are indeed a little bit unbearable.

Because after the proclamation, many people were not obedient and still hid in the house.

Suddenly set fire to the house, and someone was burned to death inside.

But this is Master Zhao's order.

After listening to Master Zhao's words, they didn't hesitate any more.

Yu Hu has been promoted to team leader.

Although he was only the captain of the reserve team, his subordinates commanded a hundred soldiers, which made him full of confidence in the future.

Yu Hu had a tragic experience back then, when his village was ransacked by a lamp.

The experience of that scene was imprinted in Hu's mind, and it was his most painful memory.

He trains hard every day, trying to use fatigue to make himself forget that memory.

But every time he takes a little time off, the scene of his wife's tragic death, the house in the village being set on fire, and the scene of thick smoke everywhere will come to his mind.

Now, looking at the burning house, Yu Hu remembered that scene again.

Holding a Molotov cocktail in his hand, he stood in front of a house, and he still refused to go out.

This is a bow and arrow workshop. Just now he saw someone poked his head by the window, and there were people inside.

Yu Hu knew that if he threw the Molotov cocktail in, the people inside would be finished.

Just like the people in his village...

Yu Hu thought of the burning houses in the village, and the charred corpses in the houses.

His head began to ache violently.

"team leader?"

Next to him, a soldier gave Yu Hu a strange look, wondering why Yu Hu didn't throw out the Molotov cocktail in his hand.

The progress of other teams is much faster than theirs.

"Oh!"

Yu Hu nodded in agreement, and withdrew his contemplation.

Just when he was about to throw it out, he saw figures in the house flickering.

The hairs all over Yu Hu's body stood up in an instant.

Bow and arrow!

The people in the room drew their bows and fired their arrows, and the arrows shot out.

"Captain be careful!"

The soldier next to him jumped out suddenly, throwing the tiger to the ground.

The sharp arrow that was originally shot at the tiger's heart was directly nailed to the soldier's back.

The soldier let out a scream, bleeding continuously.

"Haizi!"

Yu Hu's eyes instantly turned blood red.

Haizi was the first brother he met after he came to Qiangdi, and he has always been his closest friend.

They fought side by side together, and talked about the mountains together when they were resting.

When going out to check out the lack of supplies, two people share a bottle of Erguotou, and two people drink a bottle of Huazi...

On the battlefield, both of them can give each other their backs.

Now, because of his hesitation, Haizi got hit by an arrow and blocked it for him...

"Damn!"

Yu Hu roared angrily.

After the man in the room shot an arrow, he wanted to shoot another arrow, and the Molotov cocktail in Yu Hu's hand hit it directly.

The opponent dodges.

However, the Molotov cocktail hit the ground, gasoline splashed, and the whole room burned.

The man became a burning man, rushed out of the room, screamed and ran around, fell down very quickly, and lay motionless on the ground, the screams stopped.

"Military doctor! Military doctor!"

Yu Hu squatted beside Haizi and roared.

When training soldiers in a strong field, they have received training in field medical treatment, and they know that for injured comrades, if conditions permit, try not to move at will.

Because if you move it at will, it is likely to cause secondary damage.

……

The flames of Beep Bobo are still burning, and the air is filled with the smell of burning.

For several miles, stretches of workshops were all burned to ashes by the strong army.

A large number of craftsmen and common people lost their homes.

Those under the control of the Qiangdi army, there were nearly ten thousand people gathered together, crying continuously.

The young and strong among them were handcuffed and fettered to prevent them from making trouble.

Around them, a circle of containers surrounded them, forming a temporary city wall, enclosing them.

On the city wall, there is a reserve soldier every other distance.

They were all armed with muskets and an equipment box at their feet.

In the equipment box, there are several prepared burning bottles.

If someone makes trouble, throw the Molotov cocktail down. In this environment, the deterrent effect is extremely strong.

In fact, although these people's houses were burned down by the strong army, and some relatives even died, they didn't mean to make trouble.

Zhao Cheng stood on the container, overlooking the crowd below.

These people are all Han Chinese.

Their faces were numb.

This made Zhao Cheng panicked.

If he had a choice, he would rather these people stand up and make trouble, oppose him collectively, and fight him desperately...

At the very least, there is still blood!
These people had their relatives killed and their houses burned down. As long as they had a chance of surviving, they didn't even know how to resist!
Because they were also killed by the Tartars and burned their houses.

The group of people who knew the resistance had been slaughtered by the Tartars.

Zhao Cheng clenched his fist.

Whether the Jurchens should say it or not, they really have a way of cultivating slaves. There are ten thousand ways, which can break a person's backbone.

In history, there is one of the oldest and oldest nation whose backbone was once broken by them.

Fortunately, now he is here!

Not far away, the city of Hetuala was busy.

Many people from outside the city fled into the city.

Those caught by Zhao Cheng were all because Hetuala closed the city gate too early, and they couldn't run in.

All the population in the city has been mobilized to guard the city.

It can be seen clearly with a telescope that even some teenagers of twelve or thirteen years old went to the top of the city with long knives, bows and arrows.

Of course, Zhao Cheng will not show any kindness.

As long as you pick up the knife, you are the enemy.

Yu Hu looked remorseful and haggard, and pleaded guilty to Zhao Cheng.

"Fortunately, Haizi didn't hurt his vitals. Our military doctors are very skilled. They performed surgery to take out the arrowheads. If you take good care of your wounds, you will recover soon.

But you must take responsibility for your mistakes.You will be fined to be demoted to one level, and you will be fined for half a year, and you will be recorded as a major demerit once.Take a good look at yourself. "

Zhao Cheng punishes Tiger.

"Thank you sir!"

Yu Hu let out a sigh of relief.

After being punished, he felt a little more at ease.

The matter of Yu Hu and Haizi also taught the strong soldiers a lesson.

War is cruel.

On the battlefield, there must be absolutely no hesitation, let alone any womanly kindness.

The city wall of Hetuala is much lower than that of Shengjing.

Moreover, there is no Hongyi cannon here.

At this time, the Jurchens had just begun to cast their own cannons, and the number of Hongyi cannons was very small, which was far from meeting the demand.

Although Hetuala is the land of dragon prosperity in the Dajin Kingdom, it is very important to the Jurchens.

But geographically speaking, it is in the east of Shengjing.

The enemies of the Jurchens, one is Daming from the southwest, and the other is the Mongols from the west...

No matter which side, if you want to get to Hetuala, you have to go through Shengjing.

Therefore, their small number of Hongyi cannons are all arranged in Shengjing.

After Zhao Cheng discovered this, he naturally had nothing to do with politeness. He approached two hundred steps from the city wall and built a small fort with containers.

Above the fortress, a battery of Napoleonic guns was placed and bombardment began.

The rumble of cannons continued, and shells fell into Hetuala one after another.

Flower bullets, solid bullets, shotgun...

At this close range, almost any type of shell can be powerful.

Hetuala suddenly became a hell on earth.

The Jurchens in the city couldn't bear it any longer.

Someone organized a counterattack, and two or three thousand cavalry rushed out of the city to kill them.

But, under artillery and rifle fire, they were literally dying.

Most of the two or three thousand cavalry were young and strong, organized temporarily.

I have to say that the Jurchens of this period were really fierce, and almost everyone was good at riding and shooting.

It's a pity that the opponent they encountered was a strong army.

The equipment is powerful, the firepower is fierce, and there is no logistical pressure.

After this cavalry was defeated, Hetuala could no longer organize a decent counterattack.

Zhao Cheng was calm and let his men continue to shell.

The entire city of Hetuala was almost turned into ruins.

To Zhao Cheng's surprise, no one abandoned the city and fled.

Obviously, Hetuala is too important to the Jurchens, and has a very sacred position in their hearts. They will not abandon the city until the last moment.

The next day, after another two rounds of shelling, Zhao Cheng gave an order, and the Qiangdi army began to attack the city.

After experiencing the baptism of several battles, the [-] reserve soldiers accompanying the army grew up quickly, and had already won Zhao Cheng's trust.

Most importantly, in the experience of fighting side by side in several battles, they already have a strong sense of identity with the strong army.

Therefore, in order to enhance the combat effectiveness of the team, Zhao Cheng changed their outfits.

Each had a Minie rifle, a revolver, and a dagger.

In addition, each flag has a certain amount of Molotov cocktails.

That's all their gear.

An army equipped to the level of the old American Civil War rushed into the city like a group of flood beasts.

Ping Pong Pong!

Gunfire continued.

Under Zhao Cheng's urging, the Qiangdi army did not rush forward.

After advancing for a certain distance, a few Napoleon cannons were called in and bombarded.

The Mines rifle, plus the revolver that can fire in bursts, and the Napoleon cannon as the backing... In terms of equipment, it has a crushing advantage over the Jurchens with cold weapons.

The cavalry in the city can't play a role at all.

The strong land army cooperated with each other with small flags as the unit, and did not give the Jurchens a chance to rush forward at all.

Zhao Cheng originally thought that this battle would not be too fierce, and that as long as he slowly advanced, he would be able to take the whole city smoothly.

But the facts gave Zhao Cheng a slap in the face.

The intensity of the resistance in the city was much stronger than Zhao Cheng imagined.

The Jurchens are hiding in the ruins of their houses. They may jump out from any corner, behind any stone at any time, and suddenly shoot a heavy arrow...

After an hour of fighting, the Qiangdi army only took a small part of the city, but six soldiers were killed and eighteen soldiers were injured.

"My... my lord, Hetuala now has a population... more than 2 households, 10,000+ people. Absolutely... most of them are Jurchens... no, no, no! Most of them are Tartars!
Da Khan and all Baylor's family members and relatives live here... the little... the little one is Han Chinese!The little ones were forced by them..."

Zhao Cheng took a prisoner, a master.

After a little scaring, the master told everything he knew like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

The more Zhao Cheng listened, the more livid his face became.

Little Hetuala has a population of 10,000+!
Moreover, most of them are Jurchens.

Most of Huang Taiji and the families of the Banner Leader Baylor are here.

In fact, they are Nurhachi's family members, relatives, and descendants.

This can also understand why the resistance here is so fierce.

An army equipped with a thousand modern hot weapons, after bombarding the city wall with Napoleon, was unable to advance for a long time...

This is because all the elite troops in the city followed Huang Taiji.

In Hetuala now, it is estimated that the whole people are soldiers, and everyone has taken up arms to resist.

If the fight continues like this, how many of Zhao Cheng's 1000 people will die?

Street fighting has been the cruelest type of fighting since ancient times.

Street fighting is also the most beneficial to the side with poor equipment.

Zhao Cheng lit a cigarette, put one hand on his waist, and paced around the room.

Outside, the sound of guns and guns continued, and the fierce battle continued.

"Burn the city!"

Zhao Cheng's eyes turned cold.

Since the people in the city are all soldiers and desperately resisting, then there is no need for the city to exist.

There are many houses with brick and wood structure in Hetuala, but there are also many houses with grass and wood structure.

After the strong land army entered the city, they used Molotov cocktails in combat, and bonfires had already been lit everywhere in the city.

Now, Zhao Cheng decided to set fire to the city.

He exchanged barrels of gasoline from the system mall and distributed them.

The strong land army immediately began to set fire to all over the city.

Buckets of gasoline were poured down, and the flames in the city burned more and more intensely.

(End of this chapter)