Although Zhumala did not take the lead, he was still in the vanguard. He was quite excited to enter the city so smoothly.
Donglong——
Suddenly, a huge noise sounded behind him, and Zhumala was shocked.
He slowed his horse slightly, looked back, and was instantly frightened:
"Thousand Jin Gate——"
"How come there is such a thing in the small city of Shuyang?"
I saw a huge wooden door that was thick and covered with iron sheets falling from above, kicking up a huge cloud of dust and making a deafening sound, crushing several people to death in an instant.
On the ground, there was blood and flesh flying everywhere, and it was a horrific scene.
Although it is not a perfect fit with the ground, it is still comprehensive and does not have many loopholes.
No wonder he was so surprised.
The so-called thousand-pound gate, as the name suggests, is a gate made of solid wood wrapped with iron sheets. It takes dozens of people to push the winch to raise it.
In other words, the gate is solid from the inside to the outside, and is wrapped with iron sheets of varying thicknesses and densely packed rivets, weighing thousands of kilograms.
No matter in terms of manufacturing cost or manpower, they can only be found in important cities and towns, such as Nanjing, Beijing, or Shanhaiguan.
In peacetime, even the provincial capital may not have one. Who would have thought that the small city of Shuyang would have one?
"Ah, Zhang Jing, what should we do?"
The leader Niu Lu's face turned pale, and his majestic body was suddenly hit by an arrow, but the thick armor on his body prevented it, and it just hung on his clothes as a decoration.
"At least half of them are still outside the city!"
Zhumala gritted his teeth and his face turned red. He looked ahead and saw countless arrows coming towards him.
On the streets, rooftops, inner city, and on a large number of parapets, many Ming troops fought with high morale.
"Crash-"
Suddenly, a large amount of hot stench splashed down, and a big man covered in iron armor was hit instantly, and pustules suddenly appeared on his face.
"ah--"
Many people couldn't help but fell off their horses and were trampled immediately.
"Golden juice, golden juice——"
The miserable voices kept shouting, and the shouts in Manchu were gathered together, making Zhumala feel chills all over his body:
"Mingren is insidious——"
As he said that, he raised his head and shouted: "If you have the guts to fight openly, you know how to play this kind of trick!"
After venting his anger, Zhumala gritted his teeth with a gloomy face, his eyes wandering, constantly looking for hope.
Although he understood that after the impossible Thousand Jin Gate fell, the tragic fate of these people was already doomed.
However, he was dissatisfied.
"Forward, forward, only forward -"
There are enemy troops on both sides, and there is no retreat in the rear. Although the front is difficult and dangerous, a narrow escape is also an opportunity.
After a moment of panic, the elite elites of the Eight Banners, who had experienced many battles, immediately gathered together fiercely, formed a sharp arrow, and accelerated their charge forward.
Barring horses, sandbags, and rubble were not enough to stop the Eight Banners from surviving.
But at a high place, Bai Wang saw the Qing soldiers who were in a panic but not in a hurry and quickly formed their formation. He couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder they can enter the pass. The elite of the Eight Banners are really extraordinary."
Zhao Guangyuan echoed: "I'm afraid only Jingying can do it so quickly and decisively!"
"The Beijing camp is trained and they are trained."
Bai Wang looked down, his eyes full of fear, and said softly: "Li Zicheng was defeated unjustly on a piece of stone."
"By the way, why not stop them all?"
As they spoke, the two of them couldn't help but turn their heads and look at the young man beside them.
Valley gull
I saw that he was wearing armor, his hair was tied up, his face was shaved with a knife, he had a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, and his lips were dry. He must have not drank water for a long time. He was holding the knife tightly in his right hand, full of heroic spirit.
He is full of energy and energy.
Li Dingguo heard this and said: "Shuyang City is too small and cannot accommodate too many people."
"Close the door and beat the dogs. If there are too many dogs, won't they get bitten in return?"
Gao Yigong's face was full of excitement: "Who can think of this Thousand Jin Gate? Who can do it?"
"The key is to lure soldiers and arrogant soldiers. They are used very well!"
Zhao Guangyuan nodded and praised: "The Qing army is arrogant and brave. After this plan, they have already been caught."
Li Dingguo was calm. He watched the Qing army's death struggle with cold eyes and said: "This strategy can only be used once. It killed more than two thousand people. It is already an extraordinary performance."
"But getting these war horses is the biggest gain."
The Qing army charged forward like crazy, generally resisting attacks from both sides, while constantly moving forward towards the land of hope.
The cavalry in the city seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, their steps became slower and slower, and their casualties were increasing.
When Zhumala saw the heavy casualties among the bannermen, his eyes turned red instantly, and he felt extremely regretful in his heart.
The Ming army was so treacherous that he was fooled!
After an unknown amount of time, the army finally saw another city gate.
Unexpectedly, the door opened wide——
"Run away, run away quickly——"
Suddenly seeing life in an almost desperate situation, many people rushed forward in a swarm, trampling and crashing, causing countless casualties among their own people.
Zhumala immediately felt something was wrong and wanted to stop it, but the exhausted and red-eyed soldiers could not hear him at all.
Simply, he left the city gate under the protection of his own soldiers.
Many soldiers were bent on escaping and could only allow their teammates to be killed without doing anything.
As a result, what they faced was not a smooth road, but a huge trench.
A trench several feet wide and several feet deep surrounded the entire city gate, forming a semi-arc shape. It would have been like a big man-eating mouth.
Zhumala looked back and saw that except for a few soldiers around him, the rest of the cavalry was only two to three hundred people.
"Damn it, we are being led by the nose——"
Zhumala suddenly woke up and his face turned red with anger.
"Run away, why don't you run away?"
When Gao Yigong saw the Qing soldiers in such a miserable state, he couldn't help but laugh loudly: "I saw you arrogant in a field of rocks, why are you acting like a castrated dog today?"
At this time, it seemed that the Qing soldiers along the way had been eliminated. Thousands of Ming troops slowly walked out of the city gate holding spears and shields.
Facing the siege again, Zhumala looked gloomy and remained silent.
He even turned a deaf ear to Gao Yigong's provocation.
"Prepare--"
Zhumala wiped the blood from his face and showed his final stubborn expression: "The Manchu warrior who has never been captured—"
So, more than two hundred people actually made the final charge.
"So brave——"
Li Dingguo's expression changed slightly, and he said, "The Qing Dynasty relied on this courage to conquer half of the Ming Dynasty."
"If our soldiers and horses have such courage, how can we not win?"
"Won--"
Bai Wang squinted his eyes, looked at the desperate cavalry, and grinned.
I saw that the surrounding spearmen retreated to both sides in an instant, and more than a hundred crossbow archers knelt down and fired three times, and hundreds of crossbow arrows shot straight out.
After a while, all that was seen was the mess all over the ground.