Looking at Jierharang's unruly expression, Dorgon felt for a moment that it was the Emperor Khan who was still alive.

After all, in Jianzhou today, almost no one can say such bold words when facing Wang Qi.

"Warriors with blue flags," Prince Zheng looked at the already intensifying battlefield in the distance, raised his spear high and said, "Come with me and charge!"

As the leader of the Xianglan Banner, Jierhalang's own power is second only to Daishan. If he wants to lead his army to break out, the probability of success is even higher than that of Dorgon.

However, it is obvious that the blood flowing in Jierhalang's body does not allow him to do this.

Dorgon stared blankly at Jierhalang, who had led the army to rush outside the city, silently.

At this time, outside Shenyang City, Qin Erbao had personally led his army to attack the city. The battle for the city gate had reached a life-and-death situation.

"Slave, I would like to send you off to the prince!!" Wei Qi plopped, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times in the direction where Jierhalang was riding his horse. Then he stood up suddenly and said to Dorgon: "My young prince, the situation is critical. Prince Zheng has already gone to delay the Ming army. Taking advantage of this moment, I will lead the army to take you out of the city!"

He is too young, and the current situation cannot be controlled or decided by Dorgon. He can only nodded: "It all depends on General Wei Qi..."

"Assemble the troops, the Zhenglan Banner and Xiangbai Banner armies are gathering in the north of Shenyang City!"

Wei Qi still has an army in his hands, and the Xianglan Banner under Dai Shan is now owned by Dorgon.

A total of more than 13,000 people...

This group of troops is indeed not enough to see in Liaodong today, but... Wei Qi wiped the blood on the blade of his armor clean, and his eyes became firm again: After all, when Emperor Khan gathered his troops, There are only thirteen pieces of armor.

But who doesn’t feel that the Ming Dynasty is at its peak?

The young Dorgon got on a black horse with the support of his guards. He was surrounded by more than a hundred guards on the left and right, and headed towards the north of the city under the leadership of Wei Qi.

The city of Shenyang is now in shambles. Taking advantage of this moment, it would be a good choice to break out toward the north, where the Ming army's troops are weakest.

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Outside the city of Shenyang, a large banner with the word Qin was floating, and Qin Erbao had already rode his horse to the city to supervise the battle.

"That boy is really good," Qin Erbao stretched out his hand and nodded to Ding Fu, who was already standing in a ball on the top of the city.

As the commander of the commando force, Ding Fu climbed to the top of the city early and led more than a thousand of his brothers to block the waves of Jurchen archers on the inside of the city wall, preventing them from attacking the siege troops below the city.

"Under Liaoyang City, I was promoted to Chief Qian. Now after this battle, no matter what, I will be on the imperial court's reward list..." The adjutant next to Qin Erbao chuckled and said: "How many people are there in the battle of Liaodong?" If you take this opportunity, your fortune will rise."

War has always been the most convenient way to cross classes, let alone a war to destroy a country?

Qin Erbao stared at the enemy and us who were fighting fiercely on the city in the distance, and the smile in his eyes became even bigger: "Pass my military order, everyone is to attack Shenyang City within an hour regardless of the cost. I will destroy all the buildings." Catch them all in one fell swoop!"

Low-level generals such as Ding Fu have been promoted in their own hands. They are considered their own people and can continue to be cultivated. Qin Erbao can also accommodate others.

But for Lu Xiangsheng and Cao Wenzhao, who are at the same level as themselves?

Hehe!

Qin Erbao is not willing to share this amazing achievement with others!

No matter what, in Wang Qi's eyes, whoever can win Shenyang City will be the first to win this battle!

Qin Erbao is very clear about this matter!

As the drums and horns of the Ming army sounded, except for the guards around him, all the troops under Qin Erbao were already fighting under the city.

Finally, under the attack of the Ming army, which was almost like a wave of waves, the gate of Shenyang City collapsed.

There was a loud bang, the ground shook, and bursts of smoke and dust were raised.

And the Jianzhou soldiers who were suppressed below were already dead and could no longer die.

Under the giant door, blood overflowed.

"Huh?" The moment the giant door collapsed, Qin Erbao's eyes narrowed.

He saw a group of Jianzhou troops rushing out of the city.

The man in blue armor is holding a spear, and behind him is the floating blue dragon flag of Jianzhou.

Prince Zheng, Jierhalang!

"Come on!" Qin Erbao was startled for a moment, then laughed loudly and pulled out the long knife from his waist: "Come forward with me, I am going to kill this person with my own hands!"

With a bang, Jierhalang chopped down the Ming soldier in front of him with his sword, blood splattered on his face.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had this feeling of blood bursting out.

Ji'erhalang turned his wrist, drew out his long knife, and was about to continue slashing, when out of the corner of his eye, not far away, a Ming army in full armor came on horseback.

"Commander of the Ming Dynasty..." Jierhalang grinned. He had long been prepared to die in battle. It would be a good thing if he could temporarily recruit a few first-level generals of the army!

Abandoning the opponent in front of him, Jierhalang laughed, rode his horse forward with a gun in hand: "Kill!!!"

"Jiannu!" Qin Erbao laughed ferociously, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, bowed slightly, held the long knife in his hand almost perpendicular to the ground, and rode the horse towards Jierhalang.

Buzz!!!

Jilharang thrust out the spear in his hand, and at the same time, he twisted his waist suddenly, trying to avoid the approaching attack.

Sudden!!!

It was the vibration of the blade cutting through the air, swift and powerful.

The long knife in Qin Erbao's hand was almost vertical to the ground one second, and in the next second, in the middle of his breath, it suddenly rose up and headed straight towards Jierhalang's face.

Two horses pass each other.

It’s almost like a stone, a light, an electric fire.

No one else saw clearly what happened.

With a plop, Jilharang's body fell from the war horse. The long-maned war horse next to him lowered its head, sniffed the owner's body, swung its tail lightly, and knelt down with its front hooves, as if it wanted to pull him back again. Get on horseback.

"Kill that war horse and bury it with Jierhalang!" Qin Erbao gave the order, then turned around and rode the horse towards Shenyang City.

At this moment, the entire war in the south of Shenyang City is coming to an end. With the death of Jierhalang and others, the entire Jianzhou Army no longer has any ability to prevent resistance.

The battlefield situation has turned into a one-sided pursuit and massacre.

The Han people and Jianzhou people in Shenyang City finally understood the situation at this moment. Joy and fear, these two emotions appeared in the hearts of the people at the bottom at the same time... No one knew what was waiting for them. What kind of ending is it?

"Sir, we just reported from the front that a Jianzhou force took advantage of the siege and took advantage of the cover of Jierhalang and others to head north of the city. It seems that they want to break out of the siege from the north... .."

The garrison officer reported the latest battle situation to Qin Erbao.

"How many people and horses?" Qin Erbao had already climbed to the top of the city. Looking around, there were corpses everywhere.

In this battle, the Ming army also suffered heavy losses.

"It seems that more than ten thousand people are breaking out towards the north gate."
Chapter completed!