Wuchang and Hanyang look across the river. The waters inside are crisscrossed and the rivers intersect. From a distance, it looks like they are cut into pieces of land by the water flow.

There are two big cities of Jiangxia and Wuchang on the south bank of the Yangtze River. Now they are occupied by Tong Dai. The Eight Banners under him are less than 8,000. Looking at the Ming army that covers the sky and the sun, I can't help but feel sad.

Since his grandfather surrendered to Nurhaci, he had few defeats in all major battles, and none of the Tong family was absent. After Wu Sangui opened the switch, they fought all the way from Liaodong to Jiangnan. All the Tong families were complacent about their grandfather's foresight.

Prince Yu's army captured Suzhou and Hangzhou, and the imperial court far away in Beijing celebrated each other. All the Manchus thought that the world was within reach. Dorgon and others even ordered the warriors of Manchu to return to the north to escape the summer heat. However, from Suzhou, things gradually became haze. Suzhou lost Boluobeile, and Hangzhou died of Gushan Ezhenjixiha, and Changzhou was even more amazing. Prince Yu was captured alive, and thousands of flag soldiers turned into ashes.

The one who caused all this was a Han man named Hou Xuanyan. Now he was preparing to fight with him on this land far away from his hometown.

Tong Dai had a burly body and a huge skeleton. His ape back and bear waist were not like Han people. But what he had in his bones was not the cruel and cruel blood of the Jiannu Tartars. Years of intermarriage had turned their family into an inappropriate hybrid variety. He had a body of a foreign race, but he also had a cunning and greedy character, seeking good fortune and avoiding disasters.

Tong Dai did not want to verify whether Hou Xuanyan was a disaster star for the Qing army. He was fully prepared. Reinforcements were on the way, and he had no choice but to defeat him, and he had designed a route to escape.

The Northern Expedition Army under the city is getting closer and closer. As Zhang Huangyan said, the periphery of Wuchang is indeed vulnerable. Those fencemen are fair to each side. They never fight for others and have long since rushed back to Wuchang.

The red red flag represents the army reborn in Changzhou City, covering the sky and the sun, and the flags of the 100,000 troops dyed the city of Wuchang into a bloody ocean.

Li Haoxian rode on the horse with a high spirit, and 100,000 soldiers and horses were like arms. This feeling made him feel like he was in the clouds. Once a real man has this kind of power, the feeling of eroding his bones and eroding his soul will make it harder to let go.

The Eight Banners soldiers under Tong Dai were brave enough to be inferior to Manchus, and they were not afraid of facing enemies ten times more than their own. Most of the books and films of later generations over-expressed the achievements of Manchus, making everyone think that Manchus were so brave. Some people shouted every day, "The Jurchens are not as strong as ten thousand, and they are invincible." In fact, these have nothing to do with the Manchus Jiannu. The Jurchens in the Wanyan Aguda era and the Manchus in the late Ming Dynasty were not very related. Strictly speaking, they are two races.

Even the Jurchens who were arrogant at that time and created the shame of Jingkang were not killed by the Mongols and almost exterminated. Now, the Mongols had long lost their king and crawled at the feet of the Qing Dynasty, like a not very docile dog. The strength of the army's combat power was never determined by race, and of course the Koreans were exception...

The Qing Dynasty entered the Central Plains because of the Eight Banners of Han, and at least most of the credit was the Eight Banners of Han.

Li Haoxian waved his hand, and the flag of the Fire Camp waved, and the sound of desolate horns suddenly sounded. The Qing soldiers on the city tower and the soldiers of the Fire Camp under the city were ignited with blood. In front of Wusheng Gate, there was a heavy fog, and the Fire Camp launched a fierce attack with the fog.

The defenders in the city struggled to withstand waves of offensives with the rolling stones of wood. Wuchang's garrison was slack and there were not many defending equipment. Tong Dai was planning on the city tower to escape for a long time. It was a big problem of how long he would stay.

At the same time, a swell of people took advantage of the heavy fog, carrying long poles and straw men in their hands, came to Wenchang Gate in Wuchang City. Wenchang Gate faced a big river, and the soil was soft. These soldiers did not hit the city gate, climbed the ladder, and dug tunnels under the city with shovels. Soon, three large holes dug tunnels from outside the city to below the city wall. The sound of digging tunnels was clearly heard in the city. Wusheng Gate's deafening offensive attracted most of the defenders, and the defenders of Wenchang Gate could not deal with the tunnel digging team under the city.

The Wenchang Gate defender hurriedly reported Tong Dai to know, but he only had eight thousand men, so how dare he go out of the city to search. Tong Dai gritted his teeth and said, "Get back to the Anshou Tower and don't confuse the morale of the army."

Zhang Huangyan looked at the city, a smile on his face, and ordered: "Send the order, wrap gunpowder with cotton wool and place it in the tunnel under the city wall, and then use a hollow bamboo pole to pull out the fuze, ready to blast the city wall."

Before the morning mist at dawn had dissipated, a loud bang came from Wenchang Gate, and the authentic explosives caused fire and exploded, and the city wall collapsed more than 20 feet.

When Li Haoxian heard the explosion, he laughed: "The army turned to Wenchang Gate and rushed in!"

Tong Dai on the city looked as gray. He knew that it would be harder to be good today. He gritted his teeth and said, "Open the city gate and fight out!"

The defenders on the city tower were also red in their eyes. Hearing this, they all rushed to the city with weapons in their hands.

Tong Dai's eyes rolled, and there was war in the east gate and the north gate. He turned around and left, preparing to slip away from the west gate. After crossing the river, it was Hankou. With the energy of the Tong family, it was enough to protect him.

In front of Wusheng Gate, the only five thousand Han Eight Banners left opened the city gate and rushed into the 100,000 fire camp. They howled and looked at death as if they were home. Unfortunately, the body of the Han family passed down from their ancestors was covered in blood and became loyal dogs for the alien race. Li Haoxian didn't see that he went to Wenchang Gate and drove his horse to fight against these madmen who died.

What's funny is that what they got when they fought to the death was just a moment when the coach slipped away. Tong Dai was protected by his personal soldiers and escaped from the west gate, and he hated his parents for having less legs and fled to the riverside.

Suddenly, the fog was lifted away, and a black cavalry appeared in front of him. These people were wearing black armor, covered with helmets, and were murderous. They took the lead in a Siming Banner, with the ancient seal "Feng" written on it. The knife in Tong Dai's hand suddenly sounded and landed on the ground. When the personal soldiers behind him saw it, they lowered their heads helplessly. Even though these dozens of them were all Zhao Zilong's rebirth, they could not protect their master Tong Dai today.

The soldiers of Fengzi Camp immediately came forward to capture them, and Xia Wanchun said loudly: "General, it seems that we are late. General Li has already captured Wuchang."
Chapter completed!