The cold icy rain slapped his face randomly... Chang Yu was near the Anding Gate Archery Tower, staring at the Qing troops swarming like locusts from the city with a sneer on his face. The guards around him were holding shields to protect him tightly.
, for fear of being hit by stray arrows and rocks.
The Ming army who defended the city risked their lives to resist. Arrows, rocks and fireballs whizzed past their heads. They screamed incessantly. There were fewer and fewer comrades around them. Rain and blood were everywhere on the city, and the city was full of bright red.
At this time, they had no time to grieve for their lost comrades. Faced with the swarming Tatars below, they had even forgotten to be afraid, because they knew in their hearts that if they retreated, they would be killed by themselves, and they would not be able to stop the Tatars from leaving the city.
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Fight! Only by fighting can you survive!
These soldiers from the Beijing camp, who were called Caigua by the Fourth Battalion of Dongchang, although their combat prowess was not worth mentioning, they had the blood of the Ming Dynasty flowing in their bodies, and they were also upright men of the Ming Dynasty. When facing a national crisis, they knew how to make a choice between life and death!
Fight hard to kill the enemy!
The rain was getting heavier and the artillery could no longer be used, but it did not affect their morale. On the contrary, as the battle became more intense, the fighting became more fierce and bloody. Thousands of arrows were fired, and rolling stones and wood kept being thrown at the city.
The corpses of the Tatar soldiers at the gate almost piled up into a hill, so that the chariot could not get close to the city gate for a while.
The Qing soldiers under the city also became ruthless. When the city gate was blocked by corpses, they held up their shields and asked the civilians to clean it. The soldiers who climbed up the city ladder marched forward bravely regardless of life and death. At the most critical moment, they almost jumped to the top of the city to engage the Ming army in hand-to-hand combat.
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History will not repeat itself. I will not allow Li Zicheng to destroy the imperial capital, and neither can you Dorgon. Chang Yu sneered on the city, raised his head and shot an arrow through the Qing army in the city.
"Lord Governor, there are Tatars coming to the city near Desheng Gate," someone yelled nearby. Chang Yu turned his head and looked to the west. The rain was a little heavy and it was difficult to see too far. He could vaguely see that it was very tragic over there.
"Tie Zhu, take your men to help Wang Jiayan defend the city. If you can't hold on, you will jump down!" Chang Yu shouted sternly. Li Tiezhu, one of the three commanders of Gong Ziying, led a hundred people in a hurry!
With him personally in charge, Andingmen is in danger. Although Deshengmen is not the first main attack point, it is the main attack point and the pressure is not small. It is not terrible if a small number of enemies board the city. What is terrible is that the commander cannot control the situation and the morale of the army is chaotic.
, it’s over as soon as they disperse.
Chang Yu has experience in this area. When he and Zhou Yuji were guarding Taiyuan, the bandit troops boarded the city several times and engaged in bloody battles with the officers and soldiers. As long as they stayed steady and slashed at each other, there was a high chance that they could kill the opponent. After all, standing still
Taking advantage of the terrain.
"The factory supervisor won't really kill Mr. Wang, right?" Li Muchian glanced sideways at Chang Yu. The young eunuch was so murderous at this time that he didn't dare to look directly at him.
Chang Yu snorted: "If they are all cut down, who will help Ming Dynasty? There are only a few loyal people now, and I can't wait to hold them in the palm of my hand."
Dorgon was watching the battle in the heavy rain outside the city. The arrogance on his face gradually disappeared, and his brows began to frown. Faced with such a fierce attack by his subordinates, the Ming army on the city unexpectedly stood up and resisted regardless of the cost. This surprised and even surprised him.
Somewhat shocked.
When he entered the customs, he had obtained reliable information. The area around the capital was empty of troops. Apart from the unusable capital camp, there were only a few personal guards left in the capital. He thought they were only defending the city with its high walls and thick walls. If he had made an attack,
The ruthlessness must have scared the piss out of those Ming soldiers, but who would have thought that what they saw before them was another scene. These Ming soldiers were not afraid of life and death and rose up to resist. It was really rare in the past years... No, I saw them outside the pass a few months ago, but they were on the same side.
Army, when did the introspective Caigua people have this bloody spirit?
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty" A horse on a fast horse rushed towards us in the rain: "Over there with the Ten Kings..."
Dorgon's face became solemn, and he suddenly raised his hand: "Send the order, suspend the attack on the city, rest and wait for the order."
The offensive that had hit the city like a torrent a moment ago was suddenly full of corpses as the Qing troops withdrew. Under the heavy rain, the ground was bright red like a river of blood. The Ming troops on the city looked at the retreating Qing troops.
, his chest heaved violently and he was breathing heavily, the rain left on his face and blocked his sight, and he even had no strength to raise his head to wipe it.
A fight suddenly seemed like a dream. Only the corpses on the ground told of the bloody cruelty. Soon many people were wailing on the top of the city and even bent over and vomited.
Chang Yu stared at the rain curtain in a daze: "The world has been experiencing a drought for a long time. Such heavy rain must have been rare in previous years."
Li Muxian hummed: "I haven't seen such heavy rain in several years, but it helped us."
Chang Yu sneered: "Do you think the Tatars withdrew their troops because of the rain? Didn't you just curse that the rain came at the wrong time and turned off our cannons?"
Li Muxian raised his eyebrows: "I had not expected it well before, and I had never thought that the rain would be so heavy. Although this heavy rain is not good for the artillery, it also has a great impact on the Tatar siege. It is so slippery that it is difficult to see and we have to retreat."
After saying that, he glanced at Chang Yu and saw that he was sneering and said nothing, "Perhaps it's because the Tatars have been attacking the city for so long that their troops and horses are exhausted in one attack, and it's raining heavily and they need to rest before coming again?"
"Maybe." Chang Yu looked at the storm outside the archery tower: "This battle lasted a long time. The Tatars are tired, and we have to rest. Chunxiang sent the order to change defense!"
The capital camp and personal guards had a small number of 100,000 troops. In addition to garrisoning the gates on the city, there were also reserve troops below the city, with the North City being the largest. At this time, the Tatars withdrew their troops, and Chang Yu ordered a change of defense.
The soldiers under the city carried swords, guns and sticks to the city in the rain. They looked at the bloody comrades who replaced the city with complicated eyes. Many of them had been soldiers for many years. Not to mention they had never fought in a war, and they had never even seen blood.
, seeing this scene at this time, it is inevitable to feel scared.
"The Dog Tartars are just mediocre. The corpses under the city are almost piled up. I didn't even let them go up to the city!" I don't know who yelled that. With this simple sentence, the new recruits who came to the city to replace them suddenly...
I felt a surge of pride in my chest: "All the men of Ming Dynasty are good men." Someone in the crowd roared, and everyone everywhere shouted in response: "All the men of Ming Dynasty are good men!"
Are they all really good men? Chang Yu sneered as he patrolled the city. Those soldiers who had just left the city were placed nearby in the city gates or in houses that had been cleared near the city walls. Their own logistics personnel were responsible for bandaging wounds and providing food and drink.
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But some soldiers suddenly burst into tears while eating, not sure whether they were sad for their dead comrades or something else.
"Look at the bears you are like. The Tatars can beat you into pig heads even in the city. If we fight face to face, will you just kneel down and surrender and call me grandpa? You still have the nerve to cry like this. Really
What a disgrace!" Chang Yu stood in the rain and roared. The crying soldiers looked stunned. It was obvious that they were not crying because of this.
"Mr. Factory Supervisor, you... Why did you insult us when we sacrificed our lives and countless brothers died?" Some people couldn't help it anymore and stood up to protest. The fan next to Chang Yu shouted angrily and threatened to
Take someone with your hands.
But Chang Yu scolded him: "Stop, when did Dongchang become a one-spoken institution? We are only allowed to curse and not allow others to defend themselves!" Then he glanced at the man, who was a low-level military attache, and asked: "What's your name?"
"This humble post is the Commander-in-Chief of the Third Team of the Left Post of the Fifth Army Camp. He kills whenever the governor wants. But today, I want to defend our brothers. Our brothers are not afraid of death, let alone kneel in front of the Tatars and scream.
Grandpa, we will fight them tooth and nail, even if we can’t defeat them! In one sentence, a scholar must be killed and never humiliated!”
The words "A scholar must be killed but not humiliated" were like a plague, and all the soldiers nearby stood up with a roar and roared in unison.
Chang Yu sneered: "You are so talented, have you ever thought that after saying this in front of the governor, you will never be able to do it!"
"A scholar cannot be killed without humiliation. Even if he beheads his head, he accepts his humble position, but he must defend his brothers before he dies." But Hu Badao gritted his teeth! Of course he knew Dongchang's reputation for being ruthless and ruthless. At this time, he contradicted Dongchang.
The fate of the factory's chief eunuch can certainly be imagined.
"If the factory director wants to kill us, please kill us too," someone shouted, and everyone else responded.
Chang Yu sneered, "Good guys, we are in a group!" He pointed at Hu Badao and said: "You have done this for me. I have four battalions under my command, and they are dedicated to recruiting heroes. Are you willing to join us?"
Ah? Hu Badao was startled! He was stunned.
"Coward" Chang Yu cursed and turned around to leave. After walking less than ten steps, a shout came from behind. Hu Badao hurried to the front and knelt in the water with a splash: "I am willing to follow the Lord Governor to kill the enemy."
Defend the country!"
"Hu Ling, this is your family, do you want it?" Chang Yu asked sideways. Hu Ling looked at Hu Badao and said, "He is a man, but all the officials in Gongziying are internal officials, so it is not appropriate." Chang Yu said yes
A voice said: "Go to Dongcheng to find the leader of Wuzhong, the Black Wolf Camp."
Hu Badao accepted the order and kowtowed before leaving. Li Muchian was secretly convinced in his heart. Gao, seriously Gao, used to stimulate the general's morale and win over people's hearts. This boy is young but has terrible scheming.
"Mr. Factory Supervisor" Chang Yu was about to go somewhere else to boost morale and eat something while he was there. He had been hungry since the early morning battle, but he heard the voice behind him and looked back to see Wang Jiayan coming in the rain, with blood on his face and exhaustion on his body.
Banban slid down with the rain, and Chang Yu raised his eyebrows: "Master Wang, is he injured?"
"It's okay to have a small injury." Wang Jiayan hurriedly came to him: "The Tatars suddenly withdrew their troops. Did they retreat in recognition of the difficulty or did they rest and prepare for the attack?"
Chang Yu was silent for a while after hearing this, and looked towards the south. The sky was covered with dark clouds and heavy rain was pouring down: "It depends on the situation in the south. Whether the Tatars continue to attack the city is irrelevant to me."
Everyone looked puzzled.
Chang Yu chuckled: "Don't you think that a heavy rain will deter Dorgon, who is determined to win? He is not afraid of the light of swords and shadows. How can a little rain scare him?"
Everyone was startled and suspicious, but Li Muchian looked calm.
"Please, Mr. Factory Supervisor, please speak clearly," Wang Jiayan asked.
Chang Yu sighed softly: "The Tatars in the south of the city did not attack the city, but they divided their troops and went south. What do you think, Lord Wang?"
Wang Jiayan was silent for a moment, then suddenly he looked happy: "It was the factory governor who ordered the troops from outside the city to take action. Well, what a joint attack from inside and outside, what a good one to take advantage of the situation..."
"What a p!" Chang Yu roared: "We could have defended the city and consumed the Tatars' strength and combat readiness to the greatest extent, but we didn't know that that young man insisted on going to extra trouble to fight with others, which only increased casualties.
It's fine if Fan succeeds, but if...how can I spare him!"
Wang Jiayan and others were stunned! In their opinion, a combined attack from inside and outside was the best tactic at this time, but in Chang Yu's opinion, it was completely unnecessary and even harmful. First of all, he was confident that with the high walls of the imperial capital, he would be able to hold on as long as he gritted his teeth.
He must stay and try his best to consume the Qing army's strength. What's more, he wants the soldiers in the Beijing camp to see blood. This is the best opportunity to hone their skills.
Secondly, he was well aware of the strength of the Ming army in the south. After more than a month of hard fighting, the troops were exhausted and their horses were under heavy burdens. He also knew the strength of the Qing army's cavalry. If the Ming army in the south had tens of thousands of troops in a group, the Qing army would not dare to attack them easily.
After all, Dorgon's main purpose in entering the customs this time was robbery, and he would not fight a tough battle if he could. But if the Ming army did not know what was good and gave away people, he would not mind accepting it.
At this time, Chang Yu's only worry was that some outstanding young man was eager to make meritorious deeds and went to die alone.
He didn't know that a young man with more than 10,000 cavalry troops really came to "rush to help".
However, this is not the worst thing. Just as Chang Yu and Wang Jiayan were chatting and walking towards the city gate, suddenly a horse from a distance shouted: "Mr. Factory Supervisor, the Tatars are fighting in from Guangqumen!
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………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Just one more chapter today, but it’s enough! (To be continued)