War is not about the city.The city is the gathering place of people, traffic, and materials, and is the main point that cannot be ignored in war.The war of the mountains and mountains is amazing, but the actual war cases often revolve around the city.Unducify that military commanders do not easily bypass the city—unless the city is guarded by the scum of the Ming Army who dare not go out of the city.

Ningyuan City is very small, and the content of the city is not much more than a few soldiers and horses.Sang Quanlai took a platoon of militiamen stationed in the trenches outside Ningyuan City, and worked with his brothers on the wall to build a three-dimensional defensive system to carry forward his firepower advantage as much as possible.

The tens of thousands of horses marched from Jinzhou to Ningyuan City one day, determined to pull off the nail that prevented him from rescuing Goultai.There is a great sweat, and the morale of the real woman is really high.Nurhachi himself was also calm, he did not attack the first time he arrived, but first investigated the terrain of Ningyuan.At night...

The people of Ningyuan City basically escaped when they came to build slaves last year, and when Guulti came, they took the rest of the people as hard labor.When Ethan came to follow the troops, the city was empty.

The team began to repair after arriving.Sang Quan will be squatting in the trench with a row of people, and the top of the head is a simple wooden shed, which can barely cover the wind and rain.There was a fire in the trench, and the faint charcoal fire provided a little temperature.

Within a distance of twenty or thirty meters from the trench, a row of bonfires was lit, and coal tar was poured on the bonfire.The smell of coal tar burning is pungent, but it can burn for a long time, providing lighting and preventing the enemy from approaching.

There are three classes in the row, and they take turns to send people to guard.

Sang was a young leader.In order to get his brothers home alive as much as possible, he broke his heart.It was dark by the moment, and he was about to get up every half an hour to patrol the whistle, to make sure that the people in the post were refreshed and stared at the night.

"You bastard, you're not afraid to die."After a while, Sang came to whisper.He once led migrant workers to repair the road, knowing that undisciplined people would do something they could not have imagined.Some people in the post felt that the temperature in the fire basin was not enough, and secretly lit the open fire."Afraid of the shot of a tirritinal that will kill you?"Those Tartars shoot far away and right!"

The abused militia did not dare to pay back, only to laugh, copying and stamping their feet in the trench.Sang Quan looked at the other side's ugly appearance and could only wear his gloves as an officer."Don't shake his mother's hand to the old man, the tall that is a hundred meters away can smell the shiver of you."

There was a mirth of laughter in the trenches, and several soldiers of the guard could not help but be handsome.Only a few days of kung fu, the people in the row know that the platoon leader is good, is the show talent in Jinzhou University.People can read and write, as long as more experience can be used.

The scolded militiamen took their gloves and thanked Sang Quan.Sang Quan came with a sigh, and the equipment of their militia was not as good as the Wehrmacht.Even if the gun is too bad, even if the clothes and hats are far worse.The soldiers of the National Defense Force were all cotton shoes and gloves, and the militia did not have gloves and other fragments.

These things look inconspicuous, after all, the "revolutionary army" does not expect the militia to be a national defense force.But now in this extreme case, the militia is the top of the front line, the gap in the equipment is large.This frozen hands and feet alone can reduce the combat effectiveness of the soldiers by half.Fortunately, you can still eat and wear warm, otherwise it is worse.

Sang Quan came to hold the clenched fist and move the bones.He felt that the weather was particularly cold tonight, and the fingers outside were frozen and painful.He was about to return to his command point to warm himself, and suddenly heard a sad cry in the dark night, and a voice of the "ah" came from outside the city.

The Tartars are coming!

Sang Quan rushed to his post and kicked all the sleeping soldiers on the way.Many people were surprised to hear the screams, and trembling they clung up to the appearance of the trench.Sang Quanlai whispered: "Light the fire rope, put the gunpowder."He gave me a quick hug.You are here to fight, not to play.”

Although the fire rope is slow to burn, if you keep the point, you can burn one in an hour or two.So the fire rope must be in the fight.The same is true of gunpowder, which is loaded before the fire.

The disadvantage of the pyrotechnic gun is so much, but the current Jinzhou Arsenal to use the strength of milk can not meet the equipment needs of hundreds of thousands of militia, can only use cheap fire rope guns to make up.

Sangquan came back to his command point and grabbed a telescope and looked into the night.But in fact, black cooing can not see anything, but from time to time in the night sounded a scream, far and far near the whole front.

Someone shouted, "We have put the iron thistle on the outside and into the bottom of the tartar."

Oh hey...

The soldiers in the row were happy.

The outermost part of the line of defense is a circle of iron thistles scattered on the ground, that is, four-legged nails.No matter how it is put, there is always a nail facing up.The "Revolutionary Army" was able to learn to equip the "Revolutionary Army" with firearms and armor, but it could not be protected on the soles of his own feet.This year, most soldiers can have a cloth shoe is good, but thistle can easily tie the soles of the leather shoes.

The manbuilding was obviously going to sneak a night attack, and they were careful to worry about exposure, but when the feet were pierced, the sharp pain came suddenly, and they couldn't help but shout pain.This iron this worm sprinkled irregularly, this black groove at night want to clean up can not clean, can only use their own foot plate to go.

The screams were increasing, and the breath of Sang Quan was getting heavier and heavier.His militia was still grinling, but when he heard the sound of the screams constantly approaching, he could think that the sergeant of the slaves was biting his teeth and holding the pain, even if he was afraid that the hidden weapon under his feet would be killed regardless of it.

“The gun, be ready!”

The orders of officers at all levels sounded on the defensive line, and Sang Quan came to relay it.There were two rows of fire ropes in the trenches, and there were also two rows on the back wall.The alternating firing of both sides should be able to ensure a certain fire density.

Twenty or thirty meters away from the bonfire was constantly shaking the flame, and suddenly a dense sound of horseshoes sounded in the night.Sang Quanlai was tight in his heart - Tatar, this is a sneaky horse, close to a distance of tens of meters before the horse sprint, as far as possible to shorten the reaction time of the defender.

The city shivered several rockets, and the rocket soon turned around and fell, and then exploded dozens of ignitions.This is arson bomb, which spreads a large area after it explodes and can be used to provide lighting in a short period of time.

Before the fire broke out, Sangquan came to see a large number of enslavers who were rapidly Mercedes-Benz appeared about 60 or 70 meters away.These Tartar elites risked a lot of risk in the night, some horses can not see the ground deliberately dug the pit of the horse, the horseshoes immediately fell, the horse leg will be broken on the spot.The horse's cavalry must have fallen half to death.

But these Tatars are still in a crazy charge, completely afraid of danger.Seeing them in a few breaths they could rush to Sang Quan, and the artillery on the wall fired—a shotgun was a dozen or a hundred steel beads that could sweep several Tartar cavalry in one go.

And in the trench, Sang Quan is also loudly drinking orders to "target, fire"!

The militia in the trenches was densely lined up, holding a fire rope gun to pull the trigger.After two quick platoons, they kept falling in front of them one after another.However, the strongness of the building slaves rushed out in the darkness, and for a time the number of enemies even exceeded the density of the fire rope gun output fire, and a large number of cavalry rushed to the trench behind the bonfire before being forced to stop.

People shouted horses, guns and guns were screaming, and the battlefield was tense and noisy.Some of the bonded horsemen could not stop and rushed directly into the trench, which naturally fell and died.Some of the slaves dismounted to jump over the trench and rushed up with knives and guns.Such a charge is not suitable for the use of firearms, or it is more convenient to equip cold weapons.But these people quickly faced the pre-layed mines of the “Revolutionary Army.”

With a rope pulled, a five-kilogram dynamite bag could blow up hundreds of rubble on the ground.Within a radius of ten meters, it will be immediately emptied.Let your true warrior be braver again, and then forget to die will also be blown into flying ash.

The moment the explosion rang out, the raging waves rushed over the heads of the militiamen.Hiding in the trenches, they were all frightened by the shriveled neck, their ears were sore by the great change in air pressure, and their heads buzzed.

As a favor to the officer, Sang Quan came to hold a short-pipeed flapping gun is being loaded.The moment the mine pulled the rope, he heard the sound of crackling debris falling constantly above his head.It was a wooden shed above the trench that was helping them resist some battlefield interference.But there was something that bounced off the wooden shed, and he fixed his eyes that were broken thighs.

The thighs were still hot, one side was black.

Sangquan looked at his eyes and smelled a smell of meat.He frowned disgustingly, pushed the thigh toward the trenches, and then looked at the distant tallets that had retreated because of the heavy casualties.

“Clean up the battlefield, report casualties, check your weapons and prepare for the next battle.”Sang came to visit his own trench, to ensure that his soldiers were still fighting.

Some people are too excited and muscles trembling, and some people have soft legs because of fear afterwards.There is also a whole sleepwalking like nothing to do, then you can only slap in the past to teach a good lesson.

The engineers came to the back to fill the mine, and these guys had to climb out of the trenches, and the cat ran on the battlefield with his waist.In some places, bonfires are blown out by landmine waves, and they need to risk re-ignite.Occasionally, a few arrows are shot in the dark, and it is the tirritator who is not willing to fail to seek revenge.If someone is shot, they need Sangquan to send someone to drag the wounded back.

The first fight in this night was still very good, and Sang Quan's men did not matter, but one by one, they were in good spirits.Just because the sentinel who was cold and mescruppy was actually hot and smiling.

"Don't laugh like a fool."Sang Quan came to scold a few words, "hands are not cold, put the gloves back to me, the old man is cold now."

The militiamen laughed, and the tension eased.Sang Quan came to walk around the team, only to return to his command point with confidence.He thought to himself: If the Tarot were so blind, perhaps most of the people in this row would be able to return.

But the idea had just risen, and there was a loud noise in the night outside the city.Listening to the sound, just dropped off the Tatar and came up again.Sang Quan came a little surprised, "Is it coming again so soon?"Are these tirrits really not afraid of death?”

And only a few hundred meters away from the front line, Nurhachi is wrapped in a leather robe, cold drink: "rush a few times, do not pity the lives of the soldiers."Now is the time for them to be faithful to the great gold.It is better to die now than to die."