Ma Shiying did think about attacking the Liao army on the city wall, but after seeing the well-prepared soldiers of the Liao army under the city, he immediately gave up this tempting idea. Compared with the Liao army, his army not only had no advantage in quality, but also

Even in terms of numbers, there was no advantage at all. The envoy who came back from the city told Ma Shiying that not only were Liao soldiers up and down the city walls, but even Zijin Mountain and Qixia Mountain were also full of Liao soldiers. The envoy estimated that there were 100,000 Liao soldiers besieging the city.

Ma Shiying was desperate. The number of Liao soldiers had always been at a disadvantage. The Nanjing Forbidden Army only relied on a huge numerical advantage. Now it was better, there were actually 100,000 Liao soldiers around him. Where did the Liao army come from so many soldiers?

Is Li Xiao really an immortal who can spread the beans to form an army?

Despite Ma Shiying's repeated requests, Li Xiao still did not give him a copper tube cannon. Instead, he sent a dozen explosive packets and thoughtfully told Ma Shiying that these things could be piled under the city gate to effectively blow open the city gate.

Even a fool knows how to blow open a city gate with explosives. This is how the city gates in various places in Jinling were blown open one after another.

Ma Shiying had no choice but to organize death squads. Groups of them rushed under the city wall, killing one group with artillery, another group with musketry, and the rest continued to charge. Finally, more than a dozen explosives were piled inside the city gate hole.

After a loud bang, Ma Shiying's soldiers cheered loudly. Then, people poured into the palace like a tide.

Although these Qiu Ba were all from the south, and some were even locals from Jinling, they had never entered the Imperial City. They did not know that there was a urn city behind the gate of the Imperial City. When the soldiers from the two battalions rushed in, they suddenly found themselves in front of them.

There is actually a tall palace wall and a huge city gate.

"No, I've been fooled. Get out quickly!" the leading battalion commander shouted loudly.

But after entering, it was not easy to get out. The walls on all sides kept shooting downwards, and grenade and explosive packs were thrown down desperately. Almost in an instant, countless explosions occurred in the crowd. Groups of soldiers were

Swallowed by gunpowder smoke, they were then beaten with bloody holes all over their bodies by sharp shrapnel. Only a few dozen people who had just rushed into the city gate had time to escape, and none of the remaining people could come out.

The leading battalion commander was hit by a piece of shrapnel in his head, and blood kept pouring out of his head. But he was still jumping around, and many of his veterans were lying inside, uncertain whether they were alive or dead.

"Send the order, no prisoners will be taken in this battle. All warm-hearted and benevolent members will be killed without mercy!" The corpses covered the entire urn city, and blood flowed out along the city gates. The scene was very horrifying.

The tragic battlefield completely angered Ma Shiying. He immediately issued an order not to take prisoners!

"Master of the Ministry of War, if surrender is not allowed, the defenders will defend with all their might. In this way, our losses will be much greater and many people will die." A division commander under his command looked at Ma Shiying tremblingly. Ma Shiying is the Minister of the Ministry of War.

, it is impossible not to know how much losses the soldiers who stubbornly resist will bring to the attackers.

"The soldiers at the front fought fiercely. The cavalry department did this to avenge the dead brothers. Those bastards on the palace wall killed so many of our brothers, how can we not pay the price?" Ruan Dacheng stood up and yelled loudly.

"No!" When the officers saw that the two adults were not friendly, they immediately dispersed. Whoever was around at this time was in trouble.

Ruan Dacheng, an old partner for many years, certainly understands why Ma Shiying did what he did.

A few more deaths is not a big deal. Ma Shiying wanted to use this method to express to Li Xiao his determination to break with the Nanming court. As for how many more people would die, it was definitely not within Ma Shiying's consideration. This battle will be fought

When it's over, he can just become a rich man. The gains from corruption over the years are enough for the Ma family to squander for several lifetimes.

No! It can’t be spent in more than ten lifetimes!

Li Xiao was sitting on Qixia Mountain, listening to the battle report coming from the front.

"Ma Shiying's troops resolutely refused the surrender of the Southern Ming garrison, and the fighting in the imperial city was extremely fierce. Almost every palace and house had to be fought for. Ma Shiying's troops suffered heavy losses, and the Daming Palace was also severely damaged."

"Have Wen Tiren been caught?" Li Xiao suddenly asked.

"Report! There is no news of Wen Tiren being arrested, and there is no news of Emperor Yongli either."

"Go and tell Ma Shiying that the commander-in-chief knows about his order to leave no one alive. Let him do his job well. The commander-in-chief will not forget his achievements." Zhang Huangyan suddenly stood up and ordered to the herald.

The herald gave Li Xiao a troubled look, and when he saw Li Xiao nodded, he immediately promised to go down the mountain.

"Are you suggesting that Ma Shiying kill Wen Tiren?" Li Xiao quickly understood what the old fox wanted to do.

"No! Let Ma Shiying kill Emperor Yongli. After all, he and Long Live are both blood relatives of the Zhu family. Although the blood relationship is a bit distant now, they are still descendants of the Zhu family. If they are really captured, killing Long Live will seem impersonal. If you don't kill...

...There will be two emperors in the Ming Dynasty. There are no two emperors in the sky and no two emperors. One of them must be eliminated. There is no way.

It's better to let Ma Shiying do this kind of thing with blood on his hands. Ma Shiying has just surrendered and is very eager to express his loyalty, so let's give him this chance." Zhang Huangyan turned his head and looked at the smoke-filled Jinling City.

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As the capital of the Ming Dynasty, Jinling City prospered for more than two hundred years. After several months of continuous melee, it was almost destroyed. After this battle, it may not be able to recover in ten years. However, this was not part of the Liao army's calculations.

After this battle, Jinling will no longer be the capital of the Ming Dynasty. From now on, there will be only one capital of the Ming Dynasty, and that is the capital.

There is no way to talk to these old foxes, and the person they trick will usually die. This is the conclusion Li Xiao came to after spending some time with Zhang Huangyan. So far, no mistakes have been made.

After being targeted by this old fox, Emperor Yongli was doomed. This old bastard was very experienced in killing people with a borrowed knife.

Wen Tiren was hiding in Linhu Palace at this time. This is the core position of the Thirteenth Division. If Ma Shiying hadn't refused the surrender of the soldiers of the Thirteenth Division, perhaps this place would have been lost long ago. Surrendering is death, and not surrendering is also death.

It's better to have a few people on your back before you die.

"Uncle, we can't hold on anymore. What should we do, surrender?" Wen Tao ran in covered in blood, holding a revolver in his hand.

"My silly boy, surrender? Do you think you can survive by surrendering?" Wen Tiren looked at Wen Tao with a sad smile on his face.

"If we don't accept surrender, that means we are soldiers. We are...!"

"Do you think we men will survive? If you even refuse to surrender as a soldier, the lives of you and my uncle and nephew will be over. I offended Ma Shiying deeply. If he voted for Li Xiao, of course he would take my life first.

Wen Tiren gave a wry smile, and he still doesn't understand. The situation was obviously not so bad a few months ago, so why did it seem to be so bad all of a sudden.

"Uncle, why don't we...!" Wen Tao glanced at Zhu Yujian who was huddled in the corner with ill intentions. After all, this is also the emperor of tomorrow. According to Wen Tao's idea, if he is sacrificed, there should be some success.

A glimmer of hope.

"Haha! Send Banzai out, we will die faster. When did you see there are two suns in the sky and two emperors in the world? Forget it! Don't think about it, we will all die anyway, and our uncles and nephews are bachelors.

Don't let those young people read the joke!" Wen Tiren smiled bitterly and shook his head. After all, Wen Tao is still a soldier. He doesn't understand politics, let alone human hearts.

"Uncle...!" For Wen Tao, Wen Tiren's words were no less than a bolt from the blue. He originally thought that he would surrender even if it was no longer possible. As long as he spent more money on management, maybe Ma Shiying could let his uncle and nephew live. Jinling

Everyone in the city doesn't know that Ma Shiying is the most greedy for money.

Wen Tiren's words put Wen Tao into a desperate situation.

Wen Tao sat on the ground blankly, looking at Wen Tiren with blank eyes. He used to admire this uncle so much, thinking that he could do anything. From his hometown to join this uncle who could control the wind and rain, he originally thought that he would be rich and prosperous for a lifetime.

Yin. But I didn’t expect that in just two years, I would be where I am today.

"Man! Let's not let others look down on us. We can't let everyone see the Wen family." Wen Tiren walked up to Wen Tao, leaned over and took the revolver from Wen Tao's hand. He opened the revolver and looked at the bullets inside.

Huang Chengcheng's six bullets are all there.

Slowly pushing the revolver, Wen Tao, who was sitting on the ground, didn't react at all. He really looked like a walking zombie!

He opened the hammer and aimed it at Wen Tao's head. Wen Tiren's hands were shaking slightly. Although he didn't know exactly how many people died as a result of the order he gave, this was the first time he killed someone himself.

As if the strength of one hand was not enough, the revolver shook violently. Wen Tiren grabbed the revolver with both hands and tried hard to control the direction of the muzzle.

"Bang!" The bullet accurately passed through Wen Tao's temple, telling the movement of the bullet that it passed out from the lower jaw with blood, brain matter, and broken bones.

The sitting Wen Tao fell to the ground with a "pop", and blood poured out of his brain like spring water. The blood flowed along the floor tiles of the hall, soaking Wen Tiren's boots.

"Ah...!" Zhu Yujian, who was hiding in the corner, was trembling with fear, screamed, opened the door and ran out. Because he saw Wen Tiren raising his hand, and the gun seemed to be pointed at him.

"Haha! You want me to bear the charge of regicide... Li Xiao is not willing to bear it. Do you think I am willing to be scolded by history books for thousands of years? You Ma Shiying has a thicker skin, so you should do it." Looking at Zhu Yujian

From behind, Wen Tiren laughed. This could be regarded as his final revenge on his old rival!

All the eunuchs and maids in the main hall had fled, and Cao Huachun didn't know where he had gone at this time. In the empty main hall, only Wen Tiren, who was carrying a revolver, and Wen Tao, who was twitching continuously, were left.

With a wry smile, he raised the revolver and pointed it at his temple.

His heartbeat was about to burst out of his chest, and his hands were shaking like an old man with Parkinson's disease. Wen Tiren, whose face was as white as paper, suddenly seemed to have aged more than ten years. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

My finger still hasn’t pulled the trigger!

This decision was too difficult to make. Now Wen Tiren really wanted someone to beat him to death. But in the hall, he was the only one who gasped for breath.

Taking a deep breath, he raised the gun again. The muzzle of the gun was firmly pressed against his temple, the hammer had been cocked, and he had exhausted all his strength.

"Pop!" The hammer hit the primer accurately...

Wen Tiren broke out in a cold sweat, but did not feel any pain. When he opened his eyes, he was still in the Linhu Palace. However, Wen Tao at his feet had stopped twitching.

Things were too dramatic, and he made the greatest determination in his life to pull the trigger. But a stink bomb happened to happen, and Wen Tiren thought it was God playing tricks on him.

He threw the revolver on the ground and took a grenade from Wen Tao's body. This thing is very powerful, and it is much faster to use to commit suicide than a pistol.

I had just picked up the grenade and unscrewed the buckle cover from the ground. Suddenly, the door of Linhu Palace was knocked open, and a group of soldiers covered in blood rushed in.

"This is Mr. Wen Ge!"

"Wen Tiren, here, catch him and don't let him escape."

"Be careful, he has a grenade in his hand."

The soldiers suffered too many losses along the way. When many Nanming soldiers were about to die, they would fire the grenades next to them. As a result, one or several of Ma Shiying's men were buried with him.

Now seeing the chief assistant of the Ming Dynasty also holding a grenade, the soldiers were shocked. If they were replaced by small soldiers, they would have been killed eight times. But this was the chief assistant, the superior Mr. Wen Ge.

Wen Tiren was holding the pull ring with one hand and holding a grenade against his head with the other. When he saw several soldiers with loaded guns and blood all over their bodies, he collapsed on the ground and made up his mind to die. But his arms were unwilling to pull the string!

After making several decisions, Wen Tiren said dejectedly: "I surrender."

"Surrender, are you all stupid? Whoever kills Wen Tiren is a great achievement!" An officer came in from the outside, saw Wen Tiren without saying a word, and shot him in the head. The bullet flew away Tianling Gaier, red.

White spray was everywhere.

The soldiers were frightened by the gunshots behind them, but they only stayed for less than a second. The gun in their hands was pointed at Wen Tiren's body. As long as the bullet hit Mr. Ge Lao's body, he would be rewarded based on his merits.

You cannot do without yourself.

Whoosh, a dozen more people came in from outside. Seeing Wen Tiren's body still shaking, he immediately nailed the bullets in his gun into Wen Tiren's body. Poor Wen Tiren was beaten with holes and blood all over his body.

By the time Ma Shiying arrived at Linhu Palace, Wen Tiren's body had been punched with at least forty or fifty holes.

He glanced at Wen Tiren, who was in a state of disbelief: "Where is the Long Live Lord?"

"When I return to the Ministry of War, sir, I took some food from the side hall." A young officer came over with a flattering smile on his face.

Ma Shiying said nothing, but stared directly at the small company commander, with no expression on his face.

The young company commander was shocked. He didn't understand what Ma Shiying meant.

"Are you stupid? The Cavalry Department said that no prisoners are allowed. Didn't you hear?" Ruan Dacheng kicked the silly little company commander hard.
Chapter completed!