Nurhaci's slightly fat face had a neat beard, and his three-inch beard was already gray. The crow's feet were as carved as a knife. There was a tall black horse on the bottom, with a golden helmet three-foot high hat under the tip of the hat, and the black cherry swaying in the wind. He was wearing golden armor and stood on a hill three miles away from Xining Fort.

The golden flag behind him fluttered in the wind. He pointed his hand confidently at Xining Fort, and the thirty trumpets blew a low horn at the same time. The Eight Jurchen Banners and Mongolian troops went to their own positions according to the combat deployment.

Two days ago, he commanded an army of 80,000 and 70,000 with Aha to cross the Sancha River, hoping to use Xining Fort as bait to let the Ming army come to support. He knew very well that siege would cost too much. He surrounded the points and attacked the reinforcements, took advantage of the weakness of the Ming army's inability to field battles, and eliminated the vitality of the Ming army. The minimum price in exchange for the greatest victory was the way to win. What's more, his detailed work had already figured out the situation here.

When the messenger rushed out of the city, Nurhaci's army did not intercept it at all. Nurhaci said to his son Degele, at this time, "After the war, you must appease the Mongolian Beile and Taiji, and also monitor them. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment of marching, they would actually go back to save their sons! I don't know who was so brave. Forget it, don't talk about this trouble. Go to Huang Taiji immediately to pass the order and tell him that if the Ming army is dispatched, we have not yet captured Xining Fort. His Zhengbai Banner must entangle the Ming army. I will let Amin's blue flag support him."

Degele received the order: "Zhe!"

Dege brought ten white-armored soldiers and ran towards the Zhengbai Banner of Huang Taiji to the north.

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The deputy general of Xining Fortress, Luo Yiguan, Kong Wu, looked at the Jurchen Tartars who were shrinking and surrounded with a strong face. He knew clearly that he would die in this battle. But he did not choose to break through. He did two things when he received a scout report that 100,000 Tartars were attacking. One was to evacuate the people and food in the fort to Guangning, and the other was to ask the personal soldiers to bring his parents, wife and eight-year-old son Luo Tian to Guangning City.

Luo Yiguan looked at the approaching wooden shield car, pulled out his battle knife, and shouted loudly to the soldiers guarding the city: "Brothers! If we hold on for one more hour, our family will have one more hour to escape. Brothers! For our family! For the Ming Dynasty! Kill slaves!"

The most bloody roar was emitted on the wall of Xining Fort: "Kill slaves! Kill slaves! Kill slaves!"

After hearing the roar of killing slaves in Xining Fort, Nurhaci waved the flag angrily. The first wave of attack began. The Jurchen soldiers set up hundreds of ladders to attack the east, south and west sides of Xining Fort.

The artillery on Xining Fort let out the first roar, and the Ming army's archers shot hatred arrows at the Jurchen Tartars near the city wall.

The first group of dead soldiers attacked by the Jurchens were wearing three layers of armor. The arrows shot by the Ming army did not cause much harm to them. Under the cover of the Jurchen archers, they gradually approached the city. A strong Jurchen dead soldier, less than ten feet from the wall, saw the Ming army pushing the cloud ladder three feet away with a top stick. This powerful dead soldier first held a shield in his left hand and pushed it upwards with two iron spears. He swung the axe with his right hand and cut it off. The Ming army pushed the cloud ladder away. The cloud ladder banged and leaned back to the city wall again.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief and focused his efforts to make his last leap. At this critical moment, a baby-faced Ming Jun grabbed the stench-filled golden juice pot with bare hands and rushed towards the mercenary. The hot pot edge burned his palms. He screamed, exerting all his strength to splash the golden juice at the Jurchen dead soldiers who had just emerged in the mercenary.

Before the dead soldiers could not come, they used shields to block them, and the golden juice burned his eyes. He covered his face and fell backwards. He smashed the five dead soldiers who were climbing upwards. The flag-teacher who was fixing the ladder below was also burned and cried and broke through.

The ladder was led to a slant, breaking the middle of the siege ladder next to him. The dead soldier who had broken the ladder just held the battlement of the city wall with his left hand, but before he could take advantage of the force, his body was led down. He instinctively threw away the sword with his right hand, trying to grab the city wall with his right hand, when the Ming army's mace hit him.

The brave Ming army was burnt with his hands. Before he turned around, a wolf-toothed arrow shot through his left eye. A similar scene was performed everywhere in Xining Fort.

At this time, Luo Yiguan was like a firefighter, leading thirty personal soldiers. When there was danger, he rushed there. His actions greatly boosted morale. Although the Jurchen Tartars attacked very fiercely, they never stood firm on the top of the city.

As the Qian General who guarded the South Gate, Jin Yihe was extremely brave in the war. He kept commanding soldiers to splash lead juice and gold juice on the Jurchen Tartars. Although the pot containing lead juice was small, it was very powerful. With each pot of lead juice, seven or eight Tartars completely lost their combat power.

The stench filled the entire battlefield. When the stench blew into the hill where Nurhaci was watching the battle with the wind, Nurhaci frowned. After more than an hour of siege, no Virgin soldier could stand on the city wall. So he had no choice but to switch defenses. The horn of retreating soldiers sounded from the commander formation, and the attacking Jurchen soldiers retreated like a tide.

Luo Yiguan counted the battle damage, more than 400 people were killed and 700 were injured. He knew that the Jurchen Tartars would not be willing to do so. He didn't have time to think about it, so he prepared for the next defense.

On the hill outside the city, the Zhenglan Banner Beilemanguertai reported to Nurhaci: "Khan! During this attack, our army was killed in battle and more than 1,000 people were injured! Do you think you want the Mongols to attack the next time?"

Nurhaci shook his head and said, "It's not time yet. Now let them attack. If they have too many casualties and injuries, it will be difficult to deal with! They can send troops with me, which is their greatest support. Let's wait and see! Let Li Yongfang persuade him to surrender. If he doesn't surrender, he will attack again after an hour!"

Mangurtai said: "Yes! Khan!"

Li Yongfang brought dozens of guards to the south gate of Xining Fort. Before he could speak, he was scared away by the roaring cannons on the fort. Nurhaci waved the attacking flag again.

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The setting sun was as blood, and the dark and broken city walls were so quiet at this moment. On the city walls, blood formed red ice, which was particularly wet and slippery.

Luo Yiguan knew that the last moment was coming, and he repelled the Tartars' five attacks. He caused more than 5,000 casualties to the Tartars. He had a clear conscience. Because of their persistence, they bought time for their family to escape. He came to the west wall, faced the direction of the capital, took off his helmet, knelt down slowly, and kowtowed three times to the direction of the capital, shouted loudly: "Emperor! I have tried my best!"

He stood up and looked north with tears in his eyes, as if he wanted to look at his children again. Relatives, children were his only concern. The war drum of the Jurchen Tatars sounded again. Luo Yiguan drew his sword and pointed at his subordinates of less than 300 people: "Brothers! Killing slaves with you is the happiest thing in my life! In a while, on the way to Huangquan, we will meet the brothers who have just left. Let's not let them wait too long, go! Kill slaves!"

"Kill slaves! Kill slaves! Kill slaves!"

Luo Yiguan and his remnants carried out their final resistance at dusk on the day. Luo Yiguan was covered in wounds. He used all his strength to cut over a Jurchen warrior and was penetrated by three spears. At this time, the noise of the Xining Fort battlefield gradually subsided. The quiet returned quietly, and the breath of death echoed in the sky.

Three thousand defenders of Xining Fort, none of them surrendered and all died in battle!

After sunset and dusk, the birds are silent.

Nurhaci had a gray face and was patrolling the battlefield speechlessly. He saw the corpses entangled with soldiers on both sides everywhere. When he saw a Ming army whose legs had been cut off, his stomach had been stabbed by the Jurchen sword, but he used his teeth to bite the throat of the Jurchen people. They were entangled so tightly that the flag collectors could not separate them.

Faced with such a large casualty, Nurhaci began to fear the attack. He ordered Maozhan Luo Yiguan to not be allowed to camp in Xining Fort.
Chapter completed!