On the twelfth day, Feng Qin quietly used a knife to carve a mark on the rock in front of him.

The twelve knife marks are formed in a row, and the length, depth and even the distance between each two knife marks are exactly the same.

The barracks at the foot of the mountain were continuous, and the banners of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, Mongols and Jurchens swayed in the wind. More than 10,000 Mongolians and Han people transformed from soldiers holding swords and arrows into civilians carrying shoulders and backs, and carried earth and rocks from the mountainside not far away to accumulate earth. According to the current accumulation speed, within four or five days, these earth can reach 60% of the height of the Han village.

That’s the real test! Feng Qin held the bluestone in front of him, and the bluestone exposed to the scorching sun was a bit hot.

Except for Fengqin himself, no one has been able to defend the Han Village for twelve days.

At the foot of the mountain, Du Du raised his head, and Dorgon stood beside him. Eight days ago, he was removed from his position as the commander of the camp and was severely scolded by Huang Taiji. Now he was at a loss when he saw Dorgon, who was famous for his good fighting, and felt secretly happy.

Three or four cavalrymen in yellow jackets rushed from far to near.

"Your Majesty has sent someone to inquire about the situation of the war!" Du Du lowered his voice to remind him. No matter what he thought in his heart, he did not dare to show any bad luck that touched Dorgon.

Dorgon's brow trembled for a moment and turned back to the camp. Now he didn't want to fill the corpse in that mountain road, but he only hoped to be a dirt that would be higher than a day. In a few more days, the iron cannon could be brought up to bombard the pass.

Huang Taiji's personal soldiers came to inquire about the situation of the war every day, like a nail nailed on Dorgon's back on time. Now the people on the grassland are staring at him, the Mongols and Han people, and those in the camp are not sure whether they really hope that the Jurchens will defeat them or secretly curse them to defeat them.

"Five days later, when the iron cannon can be shot on the mountain village, the breaking of the village is right in front of you!" Dorgon's words were vague, and he was not sure.

"Your Majesty ordered the camp to be broken as soon as possible!" The cavalry in the yellow jacket left as if they were on time.

"Wait!" Dorgon stopped coming to the envoy, took out a piece of paper two palm-sized pieces from his arms and folded it, put it in a bamboo tube and handed it over, and said, "Please bring this to Your Majesty!"

"This is?"

"The manifesto sprinkled from the top of the mountain!" Dorgon's face was gloomy. He had never been insulted like this, and with this manifesto, he would also swear to capture this village.

The Han village seemed to have completely attracted the attention of the Qing army. Scouts and cavalry patrols were often used inside and outside the Hetao. Scouts on both sides even wanted to try swimming across the river to check the military situation on the other side. Huang Taiji seemed to have given up his plan to cross the river, and made a bunch of firearms prepared by Wen Linzhu's navy into a decoration.

In the camp, Huang Taiji was as stable as Mount Tai, showing no impatience or anxiety at all.

The personal soldiers who went to the Hanzhai camp to supervise the war returned and reported the military information, they presented Dorgon's letter barrel.

"Nurhaci, a savage Jurchen, was once treated with the grace of the Ming Dynasty, but did not want to repay it, and instead committed rebellion. His son Huang Taiji was shameless and did not know his ancestors, and he called himself the descendant of the Mongolian Mengge Timur. Both the Ming and Mongolian generals could not bear it. Zhai Zhe and the Mongolian Khan Ezhe joined hands to kill Yue Tuo to naturalize to show a warning. Now the Qing chief leader Huang Taiji did not want to repent and raised an army to invade the territory. Helinger is the place where he died. The Mongolian tribes such as you are blinded by them and followers are numerous. If you don't want to repent, you will regret it too late when the swords and soldiers enter the east of the Mo."

The correct small regular script font has the corresponding Mongolian text under it.

The ancient well Wubo, who had been tempered by the mind for many years, also had a ripple at this moment.

"The Han slave really doesn't know how to live or die!" The anger came to his head, but after a moment, it slowly dissipated.

"Is this thrown from Han Village?"

"That's right!" the personal soldiers replied with their heads down: "Prince Rui said that a total of 242 pieces were sprinkled, and the rest were confiscated and burned, leaving only one piece here."

"It turns out that he is the most poisonous scholar!" Huang Taiji crumpled the paper in his hand into a ball of paper and threw it on the table. This was an obvious trap. He wanted him to firmly attack this mountain village, but he had no way to escape. The murderer who killed Yue Tuo and Chechen Khan was right in front of him. If he left the Han village and attacked the western part of the Mo, he would definitely not be able to win the morale of the army.

This manifesto was written by Wang Yi, who was copied and then sprinkled to the foot of the mountain. In addition to insulting Nurhaci and Huang Taiji, he revealed the news that the Ming cavalry might have sneaked into the Modong grassland according to Zhai Zhe's instructions, so that the Modong Mongolian cavalry was concerned about their old nests and had no desire to fight. After these days, the news that the Zasaktu Khan's tribe was attacked spread throughout the grassland.

"If you want me to capture this village, then it's as you wish!" Huang Taiji seemed to be angry, and seemed to see the plot of the people in the Han village. Before burning those warships, he would not easily lead a large army to cross the river and enter Hetao. Not to mention that the warships blocking the river surface would make the troops who crossed the river first cut off the support, and the cavalry on the Hetao grassland might not be able to stand it. But it was definitely not his style to make him stand the dilemma.

Five days later.

Hetao grassland.

The cavalry left the ravines behind the ravines, and the defenders of Yulin Guards watched Zhai Zhe and others out of the frontier with curious eyes, where there were tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry.

After entering the grassland for less than ten miles, Mongolian scouts came to peek. Some of the cavalry could speak Mongolian and told the patrol soldiers about Zhai Zhe's purpose.

Half an hour after the announcement, two rows of cavalry sped on the flat grassland, and the Khan's flag was swayed in the wind.

This is the first time Zhai Zhe and Ezhe have met in three months. Omubuhan seems to have thousands of words to ask.

"I have something to discuss with you, but not now!" Zhai Zhe waved his hand to stop the two of them from talking, "I want to go to Hanzhai."

"Han Village is stable!" Ezhe gave Zhai Zhe a reassurance.

"It's best. I'll cross the river today and discuss major issues when I come back!" Only by seeing Zhai Zhe with my own eyes can I feel at ease. He is now the Governor Xuanda's special envoy to Mongolia, and his voice is very different from before.

When he walked to the intersection of Rabbit Mauchuan and the Yellow River, he heard the sound of cannons echoing in the mountains in the distance. Zhai Zhe's heart was for no reason.

The navy at Junzijin Ferry mobilized four large ships, and more than twenty small boats arrived at the shore. Zhai Zhe ordered the cavalry to cross the river first, stayed with two hundred personal soldiers to guard supplies, and led two thousand cavalry to the grassland opposite the Han village separated from the Tumao River.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The cannon sounded heavily, and it had been intermittent for a day under the Han village.

Dorgon spent ten days, with the help of the raised hillside, finally established a fort that could allow artillery to attack the mountain pass fortress. Iron balls and gunpowder were inexhaustible. In the past few days, Kong Youde saw the tragic casualties of the soldiers of the Eight Banners of Han Dynasty when they were unfavorable to attack the mountain. He felt sad and secretly glad that he was commanding the artillery battalion.

The position of the artillery was twenty or thirty feet lower than that of the Han Village. Many iron balls flew up to the top of the mountain and fell from the air. The iron balls flew wildly, and when they were touched, they could be broken at the least, and the brain burst. Most iron balls hit the side of the mercedes without protective walls, causing gravel. The panic shouts of Hannu from the hilltop only sounded for a while and were suppressed by the guards. Feng Qin would never allow panic in the mountain village. He was really panic and could not show it because this kind of thing would be contagious.

There is nothing on the flat hill that can stop danger from the air. The soldiers from the garrison commanded the Han slaves to squeeze in a few rows of houses and were not allowed to show their heads. After half a month of training in offensive and defensive battles, the Han slaves were not as panicked as they were before, although they could not help but stagger.

Kong Youde adjusted the angle of the muzzle according to the position of the iron ball hitting. The only regret is that there are too few iron cannons this time. After half an hour of bombardment, he had to stop and wait for the barrel to cool down, otherwise there would be a danger of explosion. The target of the cannon is not only the fortress, but also the mercedes along the edge of the cliff. Rows of rolling wooden, mines and stones are placed along the mercedes. The guards on the mountain can smash the aisle at the foot of the mountain with just a few pushes.

There was no defender at the battlements and the city walls during the shelling, so it was too dangerous to stay there.

At the foot of the mountain, the Jurchen soldiers were eager to try, and Dorgon was bound to win this attack, so he mobilized five hundred elite troops from the Zhengbai Banner to attack the front line.

The artillery kept on, "Attacking the Mountain!" Dorgon waved his hand and ordered that he would rather accept the danger of accidental injury than bear the huge rocks above his head. Thinking of the strong attack more than ten days ago, it was simply a nightmare.

The infantry had just started, and there were scouts who rushed over to attack horses and rushed over. There was no need to listen to the report, because Dorgon looked up and saw the cavalry appearing on the grassland opposite the river.

The Jurchens who attacked the mountain moved along the inner edge of the cliff toward the top of the mountain, and the two soldiers were nearly five feet apart. Dorgon did not pay attention to the soldiers attacking the mountain, and his eyes were all attracted by the sudden appearance of the cavalry.

"Han cavalry!" Dorgon was surprised, and his anger and ominous feelings surged into his heart at the same time, because the huge word "Zhai".

"Sir, here!" Feng Qin walked to the edge of the mountain village a few steps, and a few miles apart, he could feel a warmth flowing into his arms. The adult was not just abandoning him here.

The shock caused by the huge cannon sound and the impact of the iron ball on the ground made most people less aware. No soldier dared to stretch his head to watch on the cliff. Until the sound of the iron cannon sounded abruptly and the buzzing sound in the soldiers' ears ended, he could only hear the footsteps coming from the hillside.

"Enemy attack!" The lookout soldiers were the first to shout a warning. This was their mistake...

Half of the Jurchen soldiers had just passed through the most dangerous cliff, which was a prominent corner, and it was difficult to escape the attack on the top of the mountain. The Jurchen soldiers accelerated like flying, half of the wall of the fortress had been collapsed, and the battlements at the top of the city had turned into stone powder.

Feng Qin came to his senses and gave two orders in succession: "The fishing boat crosses the river to meet the master, and the musketman follows me to meet the enemy."

"Put the stones, put the stones!" A rapid horn sounded from the top of the mountain.

The first Jurchen soldier crossed the city wall and greeted him with the sound of three-eyed guns like thunder.

The five rows of bird gunmen on the opposite side were arranged neatly, with the first row of guns heads facing forward, holding steel forks in hand, and the four rows of guns heads facing the sky. The tactics that had been trained for more than half a year were finally coming in handy.

"Show the gun!" The smoke filled the guns, and the gunmen closed their eyes. They didn't need to look at the situation on the battlefield. The shouts of command soldiers were their only criterion for action.

"Det the gun!" Five rows of bird gunmen fired the guns in a cycle. When they took a breath, lead flew out of the smoke. After five or six rounds, a layer of dark gray smoke was covered with.

2nd Floor 2014-04-25 20:45
Chapter completed!