The sun fell little by little.

Zheng Zunqian stared at the top of the city, his whole body stiff, as if he was being lit by a martial arts master.

The bodies under the Xuyi city walls were everywhere, and now there was no need to transport the corpse ship. The general's eyes were red, and the soldiers were red.

Outside the moat in Dongcheng, Sun Zhijing's face was covered with dark clouds. Every subtle change in the battlefield could not escape his eyes.

Zheng Zunqian went crazy, Zheng Zunqian's army went crazy, so the two Ming troops approaching the battlefield were crazy.

The soldiers' formation was not as tight as in the morning. The gunmen were no longer invisible behind the iron shield. They unscrupulously exposed their upper bodies and aimed at the head of the city, pulled the trigger, and then watched the Qing soldiers at the head of the city burst into pieces.

"What the hell is this fighting?" Sun Zhijing couldn't help but swear. Zheng Zunqian wouldn't give up, otherwise, the military order would be a butcher knife placed on his neck.

Is it worth it to capture a county town after so many people died?

He could not quarrel with Zheng Zunqian and expose conflicts, so he could only let Zheng Zunqian's will cover the entire battlefield.

"Before sunset," Sun Zhijing turned to the west. The sunset was still a staggering distance from the ground. He spitted on the ground like a nail.

Another hour.

The fiery sun is only a few fists away from the mountains on the horizon.

More and more Ming troops climbed to the city wall, and the battle lasted for half a night and one day, and even the tung oil and feces of the defenders were exhausted.

I don’t know when, but Zheng Zunqian changed his posture. He walked back and forth uneasyly around a radius of about ten feet, dancing with his hands and feet, and his expression on his face was as excited as if he had drunk white wine: “Climb up, climb up for me”

The soldiers from both sides were chopping each other at the top of Xuyi city. From time to time, some people were pushed and dropped and fell on a thick layer of corpse accumulated at the base of the wall.

Both the offensive and defensive sides were at the end of their strength. Zheng Zunqian's Yu Guang skipped the wounded soldiers who had just retreated from the battlefield. There were no prepared soldiers in his camp. If this wave of offensive failed to work, he had to give in.

He lost nearly 30% of his soldiers and failed to capture Xuyi County. If this battle report was sent to the Ministry of War and the General's Mansion, he would have no hope of being promoted to general in his life.

The Qing barbarians on the top of the city were struggling dyingly, and new recruits kept making up. Some of the new recruits were wearing the clothes of the people, and they should be strong men in the city.

The deadlock at the city is in a fragile balance, like a fragile dead grass, sometimes going east with the wind and sometimes going west with the wind. The final result depends on the willpower of the soldiers on both sides and the determination of the general.

Zheng Zunqian had already put up all the capital. Unless the Ming army collapsed on its own, he would not only not retaliate against the army, but also hold a knife to guard the pontoon bridge to supervise the battle.

The iron cannon stopped, the Ming army had not yet attacked the fort, and the Qing soldiers' gunners escaped at some point, and not everyone could be ready to die.

The sunset finally hit the mountain bags that were bulging on the horizon.

There is still golden sunshine at the top of Xuyi city, and the Ming army barracks have been shrouded in the shadow of night.

"Break the city"

The cheers were very subtle at first, and soon spread throughout the city, very tired, excited and happy.

The soldiers who had fought for several years finally survived the strong men in Xuyi City who were rushed to the battlefield.

In the mirror of a thousand miles, Zheng Zunqian saw a Ming army wielding seven or eight swords to cut over the "Qing" flag on the south gate tower, then took the "Ming" flag handed over by his companion and inserted it in the same position.

The south city gate opened from inside, and the soldiers of the palace flocked in with sharp blades.

Zheng Zunqian put his hands on his hips, chattered constantly, spitting everywhere, and cursed: "Damn, I have even captured Hangzhou City, and I will still fall under the small Xuyi City."

He never remembered that he had never participated in the battle to regain Hangzhou.

Before sunset, the Ming army broke through the city.

Sun Zhijing breathed a sigh of relief, but there was no excessive excitement.

The two armies lost 30% of their troops in this battle. If every county had to take such effort, the Northern Expedition would be more difficult than expected.

Zheng Zunqian couldn't wait to urge his horse to enter the city from the south gate. The battle in the city had not yet completely subsided, and the Ming army was besieging the last stronghold of the Qing army, the county government.

The streets were full of corpses, most of which were the clothes of the people. The battle was too difficult, and the Ming army suffered heavy casualties, and the soldiers' murderous intentions were all aroused.

The Ming army attacked the city and waved their swords all the way. They met along the way, but they didn't know who they were, and they just slashed. Most of the people hiding at home blocked the gate escaped. Whoever dared to appear on the street would be unable to escape even if they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

The ecstasy after the city was broken and the revenge caused by the tragic death of his companions, the soldiers forgot all military disciplines, including Zheng Zunqian, but not Sun Zhijing.

Sun Zhijing entered the city later than Zheng Zunqian. As soon as he entered the city, he immediately ordered his personal soldiers to hold the flag to maintain order. At this time, there were no living people on the streets of Xuyi City except the Ming army.

The battle in the county government office was also over. When Sun Zhijing heard that he had captured more than 20 leaders, he hurried over.

Several streets apart, he saw Zheng Zunqian standing on the open ground at the entrance of the county government office, and Ming soldiers were imprisoning people from the county government office.

When Sun Zhijing walked closer, he saw an old man with a white beard being taken to Zheng Zunqian.

Zheng Zunqian knew that Sun Zhijing was coming and turned around and explained, "This is the county magistrate of Xuyi." He turned his head and asked the old man: "Are you Zhu Zezheng?"

The old man straightened his neck and raised his head and said, "Not bad."

Zheng Zunqian cursed: "You are from Xuyi and from Han. When my king's army arrived, you did not surrender, but instead resisted stubbornly. Are you broken?" He also felt sorry for his subordinates' heavy losses, and the cursing was no longer the standard.

The old man said: "I am the magistrate of Xuyi County in the Qing Dynasty, and I just wish I could not defend this city."

Zheng Zunqian hated that the Han defenders in the city were far better than the Jurchens. As soon as he entered the city, he found several prisoners to interrogate them. He learned that the Han army in Xuyi City were all summoned by the county magistrate Zhu Zezheng. Zhu Zezheng was a local, and the Zhu family had a great family. He had a great reputation in Xuyi. He spent all his family wealth and recruited local strong men to defend the city, which made the Ming army suffer a lot. Otherwise, relying solely on the 58 Banners troops stationed in the city, Xuyi County might be able to fight in one battle.

"Okay, okay," Zheng Zunqian said three good words in a row, gritting his teeth, "I heard that your Zhu family is all in the city, so I will let the whole family accompany you to the Qing emperor loyalty."

He waved his hand to the side and ordered the soldiers: "Mass all the Zhu family for me."

Just as Sun Zhijing was about to stop him, Zhu Ze twisted his face and said, "Don't you claim to be the king's army? Even the old, weak, women and children are not spared, and they dare to call the king's army."

"Bah" Zheng Zunqian spitted and nailed it to his face, "If you kill your family, will you not be the king's army? I will also massacre your Zhu family Yu Jing."

After obeying the order, the personal soldiers screamed and ran out like chicken blood. Now the four gates of Xuyi are controlled by the Ming army, and the people in the city are unable to fly.

Zhu Zezheng suddenly broke free and rushed towards Zheng Zunqian like crazy.

Zheng Zunqian put a leather boot on the old man's knee and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, I thought you weren't afraid."

Sun Zhijing and Zheng Zunqian were a little calmer, and the novel advised: "Lu Gong, the court has an order, and the people shall not be slaughtered after the city is broken."
Chapter completed!