After the night, the sound of guns outside Ningyuan City did not stop.Tens of thousands of women began to flock up, and during the day they were difficult to even close to the city, and they could attack and repeatedly attack this small city at night.

Only by taking this blockage city can Nurhachi save the Liaogultai trapped in the Liaxi Corridor.The latter is being intercepted and pursued by 30,000 Han-Nan-Ninh-Fedurge and Militia, which will be destroyed at any time.

The man with the 10,000 red flag sent a dozen guns to the front.Just arrived, it was a bad news, his eldest son Yueto died on the front line of the attack on Ningyuan.According to the retired female soldiers, the Han army in Ningyuan City cheated, tricked Yue Tao into launching an attack, and then killed him with a gun.When he fell, his blood flowed, and even the dead capital did not recover.

The relationship between the father and son of a real woman is very strange, and it is often with water and fire.Dai Shan has always disliked this eldest son, but can hear Yueto's death or stagger on the spot.Then he drove all the guns he had sent to the front, and ordered the gunners to fire at Ningyuan City.

It was dark when the good arrived, and the walls that were not clear overnight were clear, but the bonfires used for early warning lighting outside the city could provide sighting.As a result, a dozen hard-won guns were aimed at the bonfires.

Sangquan came to hide in the trench under the wall, and a shell roared from the top of his head.The artillery of the slaves was trained by the Dutch, and the shells they fired were equally powerful, bouncing along the way, mostly hitting the walls.

Ningyuan is a small city, and the city wall can not be compared with the mountain customs.The wall of the mountain customs is like scratching and itching, and the wall in the distance is low and thin, and the middle gun must collapse a large piece.Sputtering masonry will fly like bullets, and you can still kill and hurt people.

Sangquanlai shrunk his head in the trench, and the wooden sheds they repaired on the trenches also disintegrated under the bombardment of the enemy artillery.The flying wood and the rocks of the city walls brought a deadly threat, and he could only hold an iron pot on his head, and then pray under the pot that God would not let himself die.

In the afternoon battle, Sang Quan led the team to defeat an enemy raid, and then immediately went to a whole company to report criticism.The company commander almost beat him, and if it was not an emergency, he would have to be thrown into the lock-up room.Not long after, the battalion department came to give Sang Quan a great compliment, and even the brigade department came to praise him.

“Your name is Sang, your boy is really out of shit luck.”The captive said that you had killed the elder son of Good."The captain turned back and scolded Sang Quan for a pass, “God does not have long eyes.”If the fool is going to die, why don’t he hit the old man’s gun?”

The company commander scolded until the Ministry of Tourism reported that it was necessary to inform the whole company of the collective second class skills.Sang Quan laughed until night, and was immediately frightened by the fierce revenge fire of the enemy, who could only shrink into the trenches.

"Damn, if Lao Tzu can go back alive, he must report that he will give each soldier an iron pot as a hat."The flying debris took the scourge of the soldiers in the trenches bad enough, the ordinary leather hat was useless at all, only the mulberry of the iron pot on the head to relax.He was shouting, and suddenly a heavy object fell on his head, and he almost did not open his head.

The heavy objects fell on the foot of the mulberry and hot, with a dark red color.He endured the pain in his head and looked down to recognize that it was a shell that had been called from hundreds of meters away.The cannonball hit the wall, and the momentum was offset and fell into the trench, and it was hitting him on the head.If it wasn’t for an iron pot, he would have to explain it on the spot.

“Your son is so big!”The old man who came to the trench to bring dinner lamented that the iron pot was brought by him.Now he is also trapped in the trench and can't move, and watching the head-sized shell just fall on Sangquan's head, "If it weren't for this pot, your life would be gone."

Life is holding on, but the pot is still broken.

Sangquan touched his head, and it was all blood wet.He quickly removed the triangular scarf from his body for a package, and wrapped it in the back to feel a hot pain in the numb scalp.

“Get ready, get ready, the dog is coming!”The company commander hurried across the trench, saw Sang Quan's face full of blood, and asked, "What's your boy?"

"It's okay, I've broken my scalp."Sang replied.He stood up and looked out of the trench, and saw that a large number of Tatar soldiers came from outside the city at night.These guys are not afraid of the dead line forward, straight up to carry the fire rope gun toward the trench where Sang Quan came.

The company commander did not have enough to control the mulberry, and heard him say that he was okay and went elsewhere.The whole company's defense line was hit with a lot of loopholes by the enemy's artillery, which he needed to deal with.Sangquan came to say hello to his men in his platoon, "Party up, load."

Outside the trenches, the short chest walls were originally repaired with the body of the enemy, and the frozen hard corpse is now also hit by the enemy's shells.Sang Quan came in front of such a person, but it seems to have a good view.

Jiannu could not take Ningyuan last night, and he really came here tonight.After all, if you drag on, the blue flag of Yan Guultai will not be saved, because it will not save a few people.Sangquan came here to be a row of dozens of people in the district, but at least two or three hundred people came across the street, the formation of the dense, for the artillery musket is the best target.

The artillery on the wall of Ningyuan has not fired, but at this moment it is a fierce shelling.Such a dense formation, a shot down can kill one or twenty.Sangquan waited for the enemy to approach 50 meters, and he viciously pulled the mines placed outside.The bombardment of two sounds, the opposite wave of the camping slaves in the row of guns for a while can not defeat the army, can only escape.

"These guys are crazy."Seeing the body that had been blown up outside, Sang Quanlai said that he could not understand, "How many people will die?"

If Zhou Qingfeng were present, he would certainly have great contempt for this sort of parade-charge tactic in spite of casualties, and great ridicule – did Nurhachi think he was Nomu Xi?Play the "meat bomb" tactic more than 200 years in advance.How many children do he want to leave in Ningyuan?

But Nurhachi outside the city really didn’t care.

After the day of the good day, he rushed to Ningyuan, and the ten thousand red flags he brought with him were thrown into the battlefield.Just hit a wave, ten thousand people went up, and only more than 6,000 left.Big Bell, who was still angry with his dead son, was instantly awake, and he rushed to Nurhachi and cried, “Father Khan, can’t fight like this.”I have to fight the red flag again.”

"The red flag is broken, and the red flag is set."I need to take that town tonight.Let the slaves who shoot harder, bombard them a few more times, and you keep rushing."Nurkhachi did not care at all, and bit his teeth hard to force the good to go to the front to personally bring troops."I can't take it far, I'll finish my gold, and you, as the depositor of the big gold, die in front of you."

It was not expected that his father Khan would attach so much importance to this lonely city.But he looked at the pale face of Nurkhachi in the night, and couldn't help but shudder, and could only continue to lead the team with his scalp.

After a wave of defeat, Sanquan's front had to be shelled again.He knew it was not good at seeing this position, and hurried to the department to ask for explosive packs, so that he would at any time refill the mines outside his position.Otherwise, just relying on a row of dozens of fire rope guns will not help.

“The captain, the captain.”When Sang Quan came to rush into the bunker of the company, he only saw the deputy company commander in, "Where is the company commander?"

“The captain was sacrificed.The people who had just been in a row failed to seize the opportunity to pull the mines and were attacked by the enemy.He took people to fill the loopholes, was cut by the enemy with a knife to the root of the thighs, and he died for a while."The deputy company commander was covered in blood, and a hygienist was bandaged him.He asked Sang Quan, “What do you want?”Quickly say it.”

"I want two dynamite bags."Sang was surprised, almost forgetting his own intention.Just now the company commander also scolded him, "San boy, you really went to the shit luck", and in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

The deputy company commander did not have time to accompany Sang Quan to shed tears, he shouted: " paperwork, to Sang platoon commander to get two explosive bags."He turned back and said, “Your boy has culture, he can fight, and he can run away with shit.”If I die, you will be the chief of staff.Now fuck me, if the line breaks down, I'll have your head first."

The deputy company commander said fiercely, Sang Quan said "yes", with two explosive bags back to their own row.For this time, the army of slaves came up again.Or lined up with a dense formation that is not afraid of death, and the straight and straight line of the line of the bridge is killed.

"These bastards, I really want to fight with us, see a little bit."Sangquan was not too late for the company commander.Now the construction of slaves is really crazy and constantly attacking, relying on the ability of the Noorhachi control man to constantly invest in the army.

There is even a rotten odor on the battlefield, which makes people feel vomiting.A closer look at the real corpses of women who fell on the battlefield is rapidly corrupting, as if they have been extracted in advance.

“What a monster!”The enemy is approaching quickly, and there is no time to arrange explosive bags.Except for the artillery on the walls, he could only count on the pyrotechnics in the hands of his brothers.

The side of the bunny step-by-step approached a hundred meters, and immediately there was a large number of steps with a spear and heavy sword rushed up.They stumbled on the battlefield of the Dead Sea of Blood, and the ground was blasted by shells and mines to open potholes, which would make them fall into a bloodstream.Their formation soon became scattered, but they were still a fierce charge.

Shooting!

The trenches and the militia on the city walls both pulled the trigger at the same time, and the dense projectiles followed the cannon's shotguns and swept over, killing dozens of enemies in one go.But these guys really came to die, the people in the front row fell, and the people behind continued to rush.Until the three rows of militiamen who stood in the trenches empty the ammunition, some of the dead women had rushed to the trenches.

Wait for three or two of the remnant enemies who rushed into the trench to stab to death, and the female stepper who carried the fire rope gun behind her head was already at a distance of 20 meters before the trench.They could still stand slowly and braced and shoot a wave against the militia in the trench.

Bumps . . . both sides fire at the same time.

Sangquan came to feel a splattered blood in his ear.On the other side of the building slave step straight down a group, the militia casualties also soared.