Beiyang new warlord

However, what should come still has to come. Just as the assault team moved forward at a fast speed, two corpses lying on the left side of the street corner that seemed to be lying on the door of the yard were suddenly lifted off, followed by a dark Throwing it with his hand, he threw out a smoking stick, which swirled and flew into the crowd.

"A hundred enemies! Get out of the way!"

In the past two days, the Qing army has suffered a lot from this thing. Compared with landmines, the progress of hand grenades on Dongjiang is still quite large. Glass is crushed into slag, mixed with gunpowder and phosphorus powder extracted from urine, Apply it on the matchlock, pull it to rub the ignition fuse, throw it out for two seconds, and with a bang, the porcelain head of the grenade weighing more than half a catty explodes, but the explosive power of the black powder is really limited, not like the one in the anti-war movie. The grenade blows up a row of devils, but the real kill is by the small metal piece hidden inside.

This thing is too thieves, even though someone was the first to yell in horror, the large team still had no time to get out of the way, with a bang, the four or five Qing troops who were close to each other were finally overturned by the air wave, and a stream of blood flowed from them. Protruding from his body, especially the one behind who reacted slowly, covered his face and screamed miserably, and the bright red blood kept flowing out from between his fingers.

A grenade didn't kill anyone, but the tiny metal fragments embedded in the flesh made people feel so painful that they wished they could die in comfort. For this thing, the Qing army was even more afraid of cold guns and bayonets.

After the fear, came unprecedented anger. Niu Lu, the Qing army at the front, waved his knife angrily: "Grab him!"

The large army of the Qing army who had lingering fears immediately rushed forward in a swarm, but within two seconds, the Dongjiang army was not stupid, and had already got into the square door opening of the small building next to it with one stride.

Without stopping, five or six Qing troops followed and got in, and the people behind were also rushing in. Who knew that the two-story concrete building on the opposite side was crackling and a barrage of gunfire nailed them behind them. The quality of armor was incomparable to Dongjiang's. With the sound of puff puff puff, several bloody holes exploded in the back, and the evil Qing army fell directly on the street.

"Ambush, shield wall! Shield wall!"

Shouting in panic, the Qing army that had just dispersed immediately gathered together to cover themselves with shields, forming a big tortoise, followed by the Qing army archers who were advancing along the houses along the street, and immediately drew their bows and arrows. Crackling and shooting forward, amidst the messy rain of arrows, the Dongjiang army hiding in the house also hurriedly retracted their heads.

But at this time, screams came from the room again. Seeing that the Dongjiang army who threw thunder entered a door in the corridor again, several Qing soldiers squeezed in without thinking, but just rushed through the door. When Nei was turned around and met Ai, a few gleaming bayonets pierced him head-on, and with a puffing sound, several blood holes were opened on the bodies of the two Qing soldiers in front.

It was so sudden that the three Qing soldiers behind turned their heads and ran away at the first reaction, but how could they run, and then came out, and a few gunshots were fired, and they fell down screaming again.

After such a short period of time, without even turning their faces a few times, this team of Qing soldiers has already killed nine and injured five! People are not machines, and they charge forward knowing that they will die. The Qing army was like a slow tortoise, using shields to surround the small building with an ambush. The Qing army archers above shot arrows in desperately to cover their teammates. Throw the firewood that came to the stairs, and light it up with the cattail fan.

It should be said that the Qing army is also a master of burning houses, but the buildings in this area are all made of reinforced concrete, and there is no place to point them, and the only way to fight them is in this way.

But the smoke is really good, and the Dongjiang infantry can't stand the smog. A team of ten people can only flip out from the balcony at the back as quickly as swallows. The war is fair. The archer yelled and let out a rain of arrows behind him. In the end, two rear guards were shot and screamed.

But they were unlucky this time. When the Qing army who was close to them raised their swords and killed them, the Dongjiang army still ran away.

Standing in the burned ruins of Nancheng, looking at the puffs of black smoke rising from the city, Huang Taiji's already sickly face became even more gloomy. A few days ago, Sun Chuanting stepped aside from the street. Overjoyed, he directly ordered the cavalry to rush to the city. As a result, a two-mile-long main road faced countless Dongjiang riflemen ambushing on both sides of the road. Casualties ran to the innermost part, more than 300 meters away from the north city wall, in front of Dongjiang's most important warehouse, and in front of the Qing army was another layer of warehouse wall composed of cement bunkers.

In the case of being attacked and ambushed on the back road, even the Eight Banners Army was unable to break through the low and thin city wall in front of them, and the two-mile-long battle line. about there.

As a last resort, Huang Taiji had no choice but to follow Sun Chuanting's war routine, building one building after another to compete with Sun Chuanting for the space in the city. Outside, the Qing army turned into a demolition brigade, pounding on the small building with heavy hammers.

In fact, according to this process, the balance of victory in the war is still biased towards the Qing army. After all, Dongjiang has the number of troops. Up to now, Huang Taiji still has 3 or 2 horses, but under continuous battle losses, Sun Chuanting only has [-] Many people, once these obstacles are smashed, sooner or later the Dongjiang army will be submerged in the Qing army's large formation.

But the problem is that time is not on the side of the Qing army. This time, it is not that Mao Jue may return to the division to rescue Jilin Wula, but that he has already returned to the division. Thousands of red barbarian cannons that people are afraid of form a torrent, and it is estimated that within ten days, it may reach behind him. A dead end.

"The progress is too slow! Ask Du Du's Zhenghongqi to speed up the process. This afternoon, the house on this trip must be demolished!"

"The slave obeys!"

Waving his teeth and waving the yellow flag on his face, he hurried to the front construction site.

In this era, there were no forklifts, no electric hammers for smashing walls, and the Qing army did not carry explosives. Demolition of houses became a hard work, but the demolition was not slow in a large number of people. 3 people were shirtless. A big hammer and a big log smashed into the wall, and the two walls were riddled with holes. Dozens of ropes were tied to the pillars of the window frames on the third floor. Hundreds of horses dragged and pulled them backwards. Amid the creaking and moaning, the small building whose center of gravity was already unstable tilted to one side and collapsed.

But in the midst of the dust, without waiting for the orangutan and the Chinese to cheer, the dozen or so people leaning on the front suddenly fell to the ground one after the other, their necks and armpits were all swollen. Pimples, large black spots spread from the stomach to the face.

Amidst bursts of exclamations, the Eight Banners of Shengjing, who were in custody behind them, turned around with whips, yelling and cursing for them to go up and smash them. They must not leave an empty room for the Dongjiang army to hide, because someone has already done this, and those The dead person was directly dragged aside, and before he knew it, the corpses had piled up like a hill, and Sheng Jingzhen, who was dragging the corpses, suddenly spit out thick black blood with foam , also tilted his head and fell to the ground dead.

The number of people who died from the epidemic even surpassed those who were killed by the Dongjiang army during the siege. Huang Taiji's Shura method has already begun to suffer backlash.

It's just that the war has reached this point, no one knows that they will die tomorrow, whether it is the general or the soldiers below, they have begun to turn a numb eye to the death around them.

The sun once again set blood-red from the direction of the Mongolian grassland, and the troops on the front line finally let out bursts of cheers and retreated quickly, no longer having to fight the Dongjiang people under the eyes of the god of death.

The orangutan ancient man of the demolition team looked at the direction of the setting sun and sighed, and then took turns with the hammer.

"Your Majesty, just eat a little!"

The military rations have long been exhausted, and now they are killing chickens to extract eggs and eating Mongolian cattle and sheep. Anyway, there are so many dead in the city. , but it made Huang Taiji twitch his brows uncomfortable.

"I can't eat it, take it!"

"But the emperor"

"Take it down!"

Holding the mutton soup, the little eunuch had to go out tremblingly, but he deserved to be unlucky, as soon as he reached the door, a figure bumped into him, spilling the soup all over the floor.

But I didn't care about the heat, Ning Wan, I rushed into the tent excitedly, and knocked my head on the ground suddenly.

"Your Majesty, I have found a way to siege a city in an ancient book!"

Chapter 5 and Five. A Chess Move

War is always fair. Don't look at Huang Taiji fighting hard, Sun Chuanting's life is not easy.

As night fell, the Qing army retreated, and the Hegang Corps of the Dongjiang Army became active like a night mouse.

The attacking wounded Qing army still had a chance to retreat, but the Dongjiang infantry ambushing in the buildings had no chance of retreating once they were injured. On the street, it is courting death!

Even if Dongjiang's medical conditions are much better than those of the Qing army, when many wounded were transported back to the warehouse defense line, it was still impossible to rescue them.

This kind of roar of regret has happened every day at the gate of Daying these days.

Moreover, half of the city was lost, and Sun Chuanting couldn't control the epidemic as easily as he did through the city wall.

In a few rooms in the southeast corner, the astonishing stench of corpses could be smelled even from a long distance away. A Dongjiang soldier who was carrying a stretcher suddenly lost his legs and fell to the ground.

While setting up an attack at the front, Sun Chuanting ran to the side in two hurried steps, and lifted the gauze around the soldier's neck. The huge purple-red lump was already clearly visible, and Sun Chuanting couldn't help roaring angrily.

"Where is the team leader? My official ordered that all those who are involved in the service should be reported. How dare you?"

"Mr. Jun, it's the little one who concealed the report! The little one doesn't want to enter the dark room, please, put the little one in the Death Squad!"

The black room is the place where the army's disease patients are gathered. Seeing the soldier's feeble request, Sun Chuanting fell silent again.

After a while, the wounded soldier was also put on a stretcher, but he was out of breath before he was carried out.

The warehouse camp is close to the southeast corner, and the brick-built stove is constantly emitting black smoke, and corpses of war dead are piled up there one after another. It is almost impossible to transport the corpse back, not to mention that now that the disease has spread, they can only be burned.

Even if the few soldiers who burned the corpses worked overtime, the place was still too busy to transport back from the front line, and with the sick and dead corpses brought in from the dark room.

In the past, as a general of the imperial court, soldiers were just numbers to Sun Chuanting, but after more than a year in the [-]th Factory, according to Dongjiang's lifestyle, he produced and worked with these young people, and Sun Chuanting returned to the world. Many of them he knew were lying here in the cold, and his heart was also torn. He took a look and put gauze on his face. He sighed and shook his head, then turned and went into the dark room.

The place is also overcrowded, but compared to the Qing army's laissez-faire waiting to die, the Dongjiang army's treatment is extremely active. Unlike the smell of bloody corpses outside, as soon as you enter the room, there is a smell of wine and medicine, bitter. It’s amazing, Dongjiang guards the northeast, and there is no shortage of ginseng. The busy doctors cook the dried ginseng taken out of the warehouse with a series of medicinal materials such as coptis, forsythia, flavescens, raw land, and anemarrhena. After finishing the bitterness, the sick sergeants were poured down, so that all the sergeants grinned and rolled their eyes.

"Master Jun, you are here!"

Seeing Sun Chuanting coming in, an officer with a red gourd logo on his arm hurriedly came over and saluted. This man was named Wu Youxing, a doctor. There was a big family in Jinzhong who asked him to see a doctor but didn't use his medicine. After the doctor died, he angered him and sent him to Liaodong. Who knew it was discovered by Mao Jue. Now he is the chief executive of the Dongjiang Red Gourd Army.

Don't underestimate Mr. Qian, the entire Dongjiang Army has 25 to 30, and there are only about [-] military doctors in total. He is already the leader of the military medical class. Such an important figure is left here, which shows Mao Jue's respect for this The importance of the battle.

"Don't be too polite, how's the situation?"