Another morning, countless bloody breath filled the city inside and outside Ningyuan City, even if the constant blowing sea breeze could not make it dissipate.

Nurkhachi was wearing a robe and standing upright in the body outside the city.He was surrounded by all the female officers of this Ningyuan battle.Dai Good, Fei Yingdong, Zhen Khan, etc., are all present.But even the fiercest female warrior, who is now looking pale, crying in his heart.

How many people died outside the city?

No number of clears.

Ten thousand twenty thousand?More than.

Thirty-four thousand?Possibly.

Nurhachi wants to mobilize 80,000 horses from Jinzhou to attack Ningyuan, and these days have continued to at least 60,000.Coupled with the original 10,000 or 20,000 people siege, the gold force outside Ningyuan City may exceed 70,000 at most.

But how many women are still outside the city?Maybe it’s only 20,000 or less.The rest is either already dead on the battlefield, or far away from being frightened by the cruelty of the battlefield, and never returns.

The real woman had been in the old forest in the northeast for two or three hundred years, and had never fought such a cruel battle as it does today.These tens of thousands were caught up entirely by Nurhachi's personal charm and ideological manipulation, but they encountered an unprecedented army.An army that does not retreat from the dead and fights hard.

In the future, who will say that the Chinese army is good to bully, these real women will surely shave their ears and slap them - if the Chinese army is good to bully, then what are they and the Han people who are still dead and wounded?Better to bully?

“How many people are left in the city?”Nurkhach stood on the battlefield of the corpse and asked in a low voice.Others are lost at this moment, only his body is getting taller and taller, with a thick black air, but his face is as bloodless as the dead.

As a reserve, he took half a step and said, “Back to my father’s sweat, there should be four or five thousand Han people in the south of the city, or they will not fall.”He was haggard, hanging his left arm, and there were more holes in his clothes that were pierced by many bullets.Since last night until now, the 10,000 people who are in Ningyuan have all died, and even the other thousands of people who came in the middle of the night have also filled the bottomless pit in Ningyuan.

The red flag, no matter what, hurt.

“Are we in the north?”Nurhachi asked again.

He licked his head, and his tone was far less respectful than usual.He had a stomach a grudge, although he still dared to attack, but his heart was very unhappy.When asked by Nurkhach, he said, “We only have a dozen cattle and horses outside the city, and no one has entered the city.”

“Why not go to town?”Nurhachi also survived for several days without a good rest, he seems to be indifferent to the tragic casualties, but in fact, there is a hidden anger in his heart.The tone of the good made his heart burn long, and he raised the volume and asked, "The Han people can't bear it, and the city has also been beaten down, why don't you go into the city?"

"There are too many dead people, and the soldiers below are tired of war."Even if the wall on the other side is unguarded, no one enters.Everyone is like a wild ghost, just want to find a warm food and drink, and then find a bed to sleep."

Dai Shan said, looking up at his neck and asking, “Father Khan, how about this far-off city hit it down?”It’s too late, and the fifth is over.We’ve killed so many people, it’s useless.We shouldn't have broken this city."

A whip without warning was drawn on the face of the good, and the burly fellow flew up the empty space and fell into the corpse pile four or five meters away.

Instead of bowing down, the kindness of a whip jumped up and shouted, “What’s the use of smoking me?”Do you want to smoke those kangargores?Look at the dead in this place, they were driven to the mouth of the Han people.They think they can win the war with you.But won now?Have we won?

Both of my red flags were gone.Dudu's white flag was also dead, and he himself was bombarded by the Chinese military artillery.The two blue flags of Goulti and Amin are gone.Now only your father sweats your two yellow flags and the old eight's white flags are still there.You are letting your sons die for you.

But what do you exchange these?Last night, people in Jinzhou sent a letter, father sweat, you forced down to let others know.But I know what the letter is?It is a letter of help from the state.We just walked on the front foot, and the one who got the news and Zhuo came from Guangning South.That woman is here to kill her father to sweat yours, she not only dared to pack the sky, but also forced those boneless soft eggs on the grassland to come together.

What if we win now?We spent two days in this small town, and so many people who died did not beat it, let alone rescued the people of Gurtai.Even if we want to turn around now, it is difficult, with the ability of the Han people to attack the city, Jinzhou is now afraid to stay.

We are stuck in Liaoxi, and we are here to save.Now that we are also stuck in Liaxi, who will save us?Don't say that the 8th will come to the rescue.His white flag is the least powerful of us.And he thought, if he knew that we were going to finish, he would turn around and flee back to Shenyang, and he wouldn't have come to take care of us."

Good talk is a great deal.He said, and Nurhachi waved a whip and smoked him.The more he said, the heavier the whip was drawn; and the heavier the whip, the louder he spoke.At last he was dying, and wept, and cried out in his mouth, "We are finished, the gold is over."

Seeing this tragedy, all the other female nobles were cold and did not dare to speak.Nurhachi snorted coldly and walked toward Ningyuan.There was an anger in his heart, an unconvincing anger.The good completely opened his scars, let him understand that his decision is not completely correct, which makes him reluctant to admit failure.

He said, ‘No matter how many ways I go, I’ll just go.’Now all the way has not been broken, and the other ways of the enemy have come.Nurkhachi wears a big robe and stubbornly has to go forward, even if it is a symbolic occupation of Ningyuan City.

It is at a distance of hundreds of meters under the feet, and the bodies on the ground are more and more.Five hundred meters away there are only traces of shelling, and there are many more shooting effects in five hundred meters.A large amount of ordnance was abandoned on the potholes on the ground, and even the precious Western-style heavy guns were tilted and overturned on the rough ground, turning into useless waste.

At a distance of 50 meters outside Ningyuan City, there were not even a place for the bodies on the ground.Everywhere you can see the big pit of explosives, the bottom of the pit is often filled with dozens of hundreds of bodies, the number is innumerable.

Last night, when the most cruel spelled, the Han people in the city rushed out with explosive bags and crashed into the queue of real women.The real women occupy the absolute strength advantage, but in this more barbaric, more fanatical, more fearless play in the face of continuous defeat - the Han people have learned civilization in the evolution of thousands of years, but also hidden in the bones of their ancestors in the wilderness era of the wild.

Nurhachi led the way to a broken wall, which was opened by repeated shelling.In the gap, there are a large number of dead bodies and killed together.The number of these bodies is even blocked.He was about to enter the city from the gap, but after the corpse heap stretched out a hand, a young Han Chinese climbed out of the city.

The young Han people are injured, the heaviest on the thighs, and they are limping on their feet.He also had a triangular towel on his head, and the blood froze the wound, which looked miserable.But when he saw Nurkhachi, he was not afraid, but shouted excitedly, “Brothers, we are in great luck.”Look what I hit?Look at this dress, it must be a big fish.”

Several Han Chinese climbed out behind the corpse pile, and it was not the elite Wehrmacht, but the ordinary militia.They helped each other out, just as excited.

When we saw a huge Tatar outside the city, they shouted, “Communist, you are really running shit, you can meet the Tartar head anywhere.”This tirrel looks majestic, and must be more than the one you killed before."

Nurkhachi saw such a group of soldiers, full of breath, full of enthusiasm, breath surged.The young Han people who climbed out of the pile of corpses even stood unsteady, staggered back and fell back, relying on the efforts of several other subordinates to help to stabilize their bodies.After standing up straight, he grabbed the fire rope gun in his hand and filled the ammunition with a trembling almost frozen hand.

“Brothers, hold on.Let me shoot him, and I'll shoot him."The young man barely stood up to the men behind him.And his head seven or eight wounded soldiers came up, even if the lack of arms and legs also held up his waist and legs, so that he could shoot.But someone fell down on the top of the clapping and couldn’t get up again.

Nurkhach was like watching a funny play, and he laughed a lot: “You Han Chinese are really useless.But if you surrender now, Ben Khan will not only spare your life, but also heal you.Give thanks to you women, fields, and oxen and horses.”

Aw, the young Han stood up straight, holding a straight line in his hand and tucking the projectile into the gun.He yelled and shouted, “A ghost?”Your things belong to us, and we’re going to take them back now.We must not only take back our fellow citizens, fields, cattle and horses.We will kill you and take revenge.”

The reviling of the young Han Chinese made Nurhachi's face straight.He raised his hand, and the young man's body flew up out of thin air and fell into his palm.He choked the young Han man's throat and shouted low: "This Khan likes people with bones, and he likes to kill people with bones."Now I give you one last chance, and if you ask for forgiveness, I will spare your life."

The young Han's throat was strangled, breathing poorly, his head was raised, and his hands and feet were constantly dancing.But he looked up at the sky, but suddenly shouted with all his strength: "Listen to your tone, you are Nurhachi?"I, Sangquan, can die with you, and earn a great deal of money."

The word “all together” is said, and Nurhachi immediately changed color.He was also afraid of the Han Chinese who exploded in motion, but he looked around and there was no movement.This young man could not hide even a small blade, even those who came out with him, were exhausted at this moment, and all were on the ground.

But the young Han Chinese shouted more and more excitedly, "Come, come, come, bomb here, bomb here."Kill him a wild boar skin, and the old man is worth it in his life."

There was a loud whistling sound above the sky, and Nurhachi only looked up at the sky at this time, and he saw the clouds suddenly jump down several black spots.These black spots swooped, and the sound became more and more deplorable, more and more loud.With the laughter of the young Han, they dropped several black bombs at a height of only five hundred meters above the ground.

Nurkhach realized the danger, and the young Han people who flung their hands away wanted to escape.But at this critical moment, the young Han man even grabbed Nurhachi's robe with his backhand, grasped it tightly, and drank fiercely in his mouth: "Dog Tartar, stop."It's time for you to pay."

Hundreds of kilograms of bombs with the help of subduction high speed, a few hundred meters, viciously hit the ground, and then bombarded.A bomb can destroy a hundred meters, and several bombs completely cover the entire area outside the city wall.

After the explosion, a plume of smoke appeared on the ground.The people who stood there before, or things, all turned into powder.This time, the blood revenge of millions of Han people in Liaodong is a retribution for most of them!