The Red House starts from Liaodong

Chapter 127 General

"Boom."

The sound of cannons on the city wall became more intense again.

Wang Fengsu knew more than the interpreter, and he could tell the Jinzhou artillery how to cooperate without the order of the Jinzhou general.

The Hongyi people have reservations, but the Italian old man has no reservations.

With the intensive artillery fire, the casualties of the barbarians rose sharply, forming a wall of artillery, cutting off the reinforcements of the barbarians.

Without endless support, the barbarians on the city wall gradually decreased and were gradually driven off the city wall.

at last.

Mingjin retreated from the rear.

Two days and one night.

Tang Qing'an didn't close his eyes, and there are many people like him who didn't close their eyes.

Liu Chengmin came here.

All the Golden State soldiers formed a group, and everyone was crying.

Liu Chengmin walked in, and saw the old general Yang Qing who had been tidied up, with his skinny cheeks sunken deeply.

The eyeballs are protruding and cannot be closed.

"See off General Yang."

Liu Chengmin took a deep breath and let out a loud drink.

Everyone straightened their chests.

"Go old man."

A guard roared at the sky with tears on his face.

……

The broken armor was broken, corpses were strewn all over the ground, the flag was tilted, blood was spilled on the field, and bullet marks were everywhere.

Horqin, Ongniud, Guoerluosi, Duerbert, Zalaite, Hexiketeng... Zhenghuang Banner, Bordered Yellow Banner, Zhenghong Banner, Bordered Red Banner, Zhenglan Banner, Bordered Blue Banner, Zhengbai Banner, Bordered Banner White flag... Li Yongfang's department, Geng Bingyuan's department, Zhang Zhong's department...

In the big tent, there was complete silence.

The old slave closed his eyes.

For two days and one night, he couldn't stand it anymore.

When he was young, he fought for seven consecutive days and nights at most.

"Golden State."

The old slave finally opened his eyes, as sharp and piercing as ever.

"Father Khan, please allow me to lead my troops to attack the city."

Huang Taiji took the initiative to ask for a fight.

Daishan was silent.

The other troops suffered heavy losses in the previous period, and even Batulu Akdan died there.

"Father Khan, I am willing to go and issue a military order to fight Jinzhou City to the death."

Mang Gurdai said in a deep voice.

As more and more generals called for the battle, the old hustle and bustle resumed in the big tent.

"There are too many casualties."

Daishan said sullenly.

Seeing Huang Taiji's unfriendly eyes, he stared back at him confidently.

"There were 9000 casualties, and the artillery on the city wall of Jinzhou became more and more sharp. There are only so many people in our clan, so how can we afford such consumption?"

After Daishan finished speaking, he looked at the old slave.

"Father Khan, I'm not afraid of sacrifice. If I were in a field battle, I wouldn't frown. However, the city wall of Jinzhou is strong. Even if we take Jinzhou City in the end, how many people will we have left?"

"If you don't take advantage of the current situation to take down Jinzhou, you won't be able to take down Jinzhou even more in the future."

Huang Taiji asked.

"Trapping them to death, as long as they dare to leave the city, it is our chance."

"The generals in Jinzhou had only a thousand soldiers the year before last, ten thousand soldiers last year, tens of thousands soldiers this year, and how many soldiers will they have next year?"

"Can he afford it?"

Daishan asked rhetorically, they are all people who know soldiers, how expensive it is to support a soldier.

"Only relying on Jinzhou, how many people can he support? I don't believe that he can support [-] soldiers, but I hope that the more soldiers he has, the better, and drag him to death."

"He took down Zhenjiang."

"Then take back Zhenjiang."

"Are you afraid of war?"

"You are ignorant."

The two quarreled.

Following the old slave's gaze, the two of them stopped talking at the same time, quietly waiting for the old slave's order.

"How's the Golden State casualty?"

"It's estimated to be no less than four or five thousand."

The barbarian Nimasan was in charge of observing the situation on the Jinzhou city wall on the mountain. The army successfully killed the city wall several times. It was the fighter plane he found. He observed it for two days and one night, so there is this inference.

The old slave tapped the wooden handrail with his index finger, muttering to himself.

"Slaughter a cow and give wine, and tell the soldiers that if you break through Jinzhou City, you will not be able to seal your sword for ten days."

"There are 40 people in Jinzhou, and half of the captured population and supplies will be given to you." The old slave said to the Mongolian Taiji again.

Hearing this, the faces of the Mongolian ministries looked better.

"Please rest assured, the Great Khan, our Mongolian warriors will not delay the Great Khan, and will definitely take down Jinzhou City for the Great Khan."

The old slave nodded.

"Mang Gurdai, Amin, you lead two blue flags, and take my two yellow flags, as well as my Ba Yala."

"Father Khan."

Huang Taiji couldn't believe it.

Ba Yala is the elite among the elite of the Eight Banners, and the five thousand Ba Yala in the hands of the old slave is the most powerful existence in the entire barbarian tribe.

When Ba Yala strikes, it is the final word.

The old slave interrupted Huang Taiji's words.

He knew what his son was worried about, but he didn't understand.

"This time there is no Ming Jin, everyone can only advance but not retreat, including you."

"Respect the will of the Great Khan."

The two bowed their heads.

……

Tang Qing'an just closed his eyes when he was awakened by the sound of gunfire. His personal guards ran in to put on his armor and informed him that the barbarians were attacking the city again.

This time the offensive was even more violent than the previous one.

The army with abnormal armor quickly attracted everyone's attention.

"Ba Yala, an old slave."

Someone exclaimed, recognizing the origin of the other party.

"General, the gunpowder and shells are consumed too quickly, and less than [-]% are left."

Feng Shengzhi's eyes were red.

In the past few days, he organized civilians to deliver supplies and ammunition, and repair the damaged city walls everywhere, but he never closed his eyes.

Whispered in Tang Qing'an's ear.

"Send a boat to Pinghu Island and urge Cai Wen to hurry up and make it. If he dares to delay the supply of supplies for the army, I will cut off his head.

The navy's ships don't stop, don't care about the capacity, just ship as many as you have to Jinzhou. "

Feng Shengzhi nodded and took the order to leave.

The sturdy carts built hit the city gate one after another. The back of the city gate had already been blocked with stones, but there were still signs of loosening.

Peng Dahai personally selected a hundred warriors from the army.

The general was invited to see off the hundred warriors.

One hundred warriors slid down the ropes on the city wall with gunpowder, cotton and other items, and less than 30 warriors landed smoothly.

He had already ignited the gunpowder and rushed towards the car with a roar.

There is no return.

The artillery fire in Jinzhou has not weakened compared with yesterday, but this time the wall of artillery shells has lost its effect, because countless people poured out of the artillery fire.

Wang Fengsu opened his mouth in a daze, unable to believe it was true no matter what.

He traveled a hundred thousand miles.

From one end of the world to the other.

He has seen ignorant, wise, strong, cowardly, brave...all kinds of armies, but he has never seen this kind of army.

No matter how ignorant and superstitious the aborigines who are not afraid of death, they will be terrified in the face of artillery fire and will run away.

And what he knew, the existence of tribes that were no different from the natives in front of him broke his common sense.

He has always believed that artillery fire is invincible.

In their country, artillery fire is the key to determining the outcome.

This time, he didn't know how to describe what he saw, because no one would believe it when it was reported back to China.

Under the cover of the rest of the barbarians, the Bayalas began to climb the city wall.

When everyone climbed up the wall stack, they could kill a guard with precision and ruthlessness, and then jumped over to gain a firm foothold.

Everyone is a wall, and each wall forms a solid wall of copper and iron.

Liu Chengmin personally brought his personal guards and killed the Ba Ya Las.

After Tang Qing'an learned about it, without saying a word, he also brought his personal guards to kill those thousands of Ba Yala.

The battles in the past few days have not been as heroic as before, and there is nothing but death.

Originally, the momentum of screaming and killing, and artillery fire shaking the ground, actually made people feel dull and silent, as if there were two worlds.

"Bang bang bang."

The whole team of gunners lined up densely on the city wall and fired one after another, causing a large number of casualties to Ba Yala.

But Ba Yala turned a blind eye, and rushed into the team in two or three steps, and the sword and shield players behind greeted him, vulnerable to a single blow.

Whether it is formation or single body, these existences have reached their peak.

Following decades of old slaves' campaigns, Ba Yala, passed down from generation to generation, is like a killing machine, and cooperates tacitly and skillfully to harvest lives efficiently.

No matter whether it is the elite soldiers of Jinzhou or the titans, no one can delay their steps in front of them, and they can only sacrifice their lives in vain.

Liu Chengmin was covered in blood. Under the protection of his personal guards, he killed countless barbarians. Although he was exhausted, he still rushed forward bravely.

After Tang Qing'an arrived, he only saw Liu Chengmin surrounded by barbarians, and the Jinzhou soldiers who came to support him couldn't get in.

"General."

"General."

Tang Qing'an stretched his chest muscles, picked up the long knife himself, and started running forward.

The general's personal guard battalion was shocked.

Like a sharp arrow piercing into an arrow target, the Guards stood in front of the general regardless of their lives, falling down layer by layer.

"General."

The soldiers of Jinzhou saw that their blood was rolling, they were startled and frightened, fearing that the general would make a mistake, they all rushed forward to block the general's sword.

The general is really courting death.

After Wansan saw it, he gritted his teeth and cursed secretly, and rushed over with his robes without hesitation.

The general personally went into battle to kill the enemy.

More and more Jinzhou soldiers learned that more and more people came spontaneously.

Countless people are running.

Li Chengcai, Zhao He, Zhou Dexing...

These warriors who were personally boasted by the general at Dianjiangtai gathered from all directions.

Never thought of it.

I became the front of the general.

He was originally at the rear, but he came to the front after killing and killing, and he controlled his steps very well.

The corpses of Jinzhou soldiers in one place, the people in front died, and he went to the front.

"Wan San, you are shaking."

Although Tang Qing'an charged fiercely, he didn't cut anyone. His personal guards didn't allow it. Now he has few personal guards around him.

He stepped forward and patted Wan San on the shoulder.

He recognized this man, that Liao Bing who was sometimes timid and sometimes bold.

The general came to his side.

Wan San was taken aback.

seriously.

He hadn't been angry with the general for holding him for so many days, but he really hated it at the beginning, because the feeling was too uncomfortable.

Wan San looked around to see where the general's personal guards had gone.

What he saw made his hands and feet go weak, and his heart throbbed as if he forgot to breathe.

The general's personal guard.

"Wan San, I will kill the enemy with you."

Tang Qing'an passed Wan San.

Thirty thousand woke up.

Immediately ran to the general, this time it was his turn to block the knife for the general.

The little soldier Wansan, holding a knife, opened the way for the general.

(End of this chapter)