"No, please don't kill my child. I can do anything you ask me to do." A short woman wearing Ming Dynasty clothing knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

The Mongolian soldier on the altar was unmoved, holding a torch in his hand. On the wooden stake at his feet, a little boy of about seven or eight years old was tied. The little boy's face was covered with tears, and his throat was hoarse from crying.

Two eyes looked at those ferocious Mongolian soldiers with fear!

The little boy's head was wet, and his body was also wet. The smell of kerosene spread far away, and a group of Ming women below shrank like sheep. They tightly protected their children with both hands to prevent their children from being taken away by the Mongols.

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"Why choose women instead of men?" Galdan picked his ears, as if he was not used to the frightened cries of women.

"It's hard for you to understand the love women have for their children. When men face life and death, many of them will abandon their children. Women and men are just the opposite. If there is a glimmer of hope, they will definitely leave it to their children." Dorgon said.

Start and look at the scene in front of you.

This scene seemed familiar. He had done this before in Jinzhou City. But at that time, he had a loser named Lin Kewang, and he didn't know what Li Xiao did to this bastard when he occupied Liaodong. Although Lin Kewang worked for him,

But Dorgon firmly believed that this man should be killed by a thousand cuts.

"Okay!" Galdan nodded, having to admit that women's love for children is indeed different from men's.

"Start!" Danzila waved his hand, and dozens of shamans began to jump around the boy like crazy. The Mongolian soldiers used the torches in their hands to light the tied little boy on fire.

The fire suddenly burst out and engulfed the little boy in an instant. The shamans danced more cheerfully, humming unknown tunes.

"Ah...!" The little boy and his mother screamed at the same time.

The pain of being burned by flames seemed to be contagious. The boy's mother was also wailing and writhing on the ground, even more painful than the burned boy.

Galdan glanced at Dorgon, pursed his lips and said nothing.

The captured Han women below were even more frightened. They hugged their children tightly and tried to huddle together. They wished they could squeeze into the bodies of the people next to them!

"You all listen to me, hold this thing and light it under the city wall. As long as the city wall can be blown open, your children will survive. If the city wall cannot be blown open, your children will be like this child.

Now you can choose whether to die by yourself or to fight and give your child a way to live. I won't force you. If you are willing, stand over there. If you are unwilling, don't force it. If there is a pit over there, you can jump down on your own.

Someone will bury you alive." The Mongolians' tongues were a bit stiff when speaking Chinese, but what they said frightened everyone.

The women were in a panic. No one stood on the left side. Of course, no one jumped into the pit on the right side.

Danzila jumped off the altar and took a woman's hand. The woman stepped back with her feet on the ground like a sheep!

But how could the woman be Danzira's opponent? She was pulled hard and fell to the ground. The three or four-year-old child in her arms also fell to the ground. The woman screamed and the child cried at the same time.

Biaoqi.

Ignoring the woman's wailing, Danzila grabbed a spear. He casually stabbed the child and put it on the tip of the spear. The child screamed and screamed in pain, and his hands and feet were kicking and clawing in the air.

"Let my baby go, you beasts." The woman shouted at the top of her lungs.

The spear was thrown into the pit, and the child was thrown into the pit. The soil was soaked with blood, and the child's little hands and feet were struggling in the blood mud. He grabbed the woman's long hair and raised the steel knife in his hand. The knife flashed.

In a flash, the woman's head fell into the pit. It fell next to the child, and the child's little hands kept pulling at the mother's head. The body fell into the pit with a "pop", suppressing both the child and the head.

There were screams from the crowd again, followed by constant sobbing.

"If you don't stand up, then we will kill you. Prince Galdan means what he says. As long as you are willing to risk your lives to fight, he will definitely let your children go." The tongue man stood on the high platform and continued to roar loudly.

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Still no one came forward. With a ferocious smile on his face, Danzila extended his claws to the crowd again. A woman and the child she was holding tightly were captured!

The woman pressed her feet against the ground. Danzila felt that this was no different from grabbing a sheep from the herd and slaughtering it. Just as he was about to swing the steel knife, suddenly the woman shouted loudly: "I'm going! I'm going! Please, please,

Let my child go, I’ll go! I’ll go!”

The woman knelt on the ground and cried, and the speaker immediately translated her words to Danzila.

"Go over there and give them two bags and water." Danzila ordered, and Mongolian soldiers immediately dragged them away and threw them on the grass on the left, along with two bags and a bag of water.

The woman quickly grabbed the naan bread, chewed it up with her mouth and fed it into the child's mouth. The child looked to be two or three years old, and his small white teeth were unable to deal with the hard naan bread.

Arabtan looked at all this with a cold face: "If they do this, will they be struck by lightning?"

"Perhaps, maybe not. But from now on, you should stay away from Galdan and that Jurchen. Changsheng Tianzhen will rain down thunder, so it's better not to affect you." The strong Wen Chun hugged his arms and watched everything.

, he thought that Dorgon would be very insidious, but he did not expect that Dorgon would be so insidious.

The glory of a warrior must be achieved with the sword in his hand, but for such careerists, their victory is based on trampling on human nature.

"If we are like this, will the Heaven of Eternal Life rain down divine thunder to kill us?" Galdan was also asking the same question, and the person he was asking was Dorgon.

"Uh...!" Dorgon opened his arms and looked at the blue sky. After a while, he said to the puzzled Geerdan: "It seems that Changshengtian has no intention of striking me to death with lightning.

You try?"

"Okay!" Galdan nodded, opened his arms, closed his eyes and raised his head to the sky.

Changshengtian didn't show any expression at all, and there were even very few clouds in the clear sky. It seemed that Changshengtian was not angry at this.

Soon more and more women gave in and walked to the grass on the left. Some even approached the Mongolian soldiers and asked for naan and water. They had not eaten or drank for a day, but they could get naan.

For the first time, they would pass the naan cakes to the children.

Of course, there were some who hesitated. All of them had their hands and feet broken, and the children's hands and feet were also randomly twisted and thrown into the pit, waiting to be buried by the women who had eaten enough.

In the end, a total of one hundred and thirty women were willing to give their lives in exchange for the chance of their children living. As a sign of surrender, Galdan gave each of them a shovel and buried those who were thrown into the pit alive.

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The pit was full of screaming and squirming people!

The women, with tears in their eyes, threw soil on their bodies one shovel after another.

The pit was soon filled up, and the women were ordered to step on the soft soil with their feet. The soil would move from time to time, perhaps it was the last struggle of the people underground.

Each of the women had a pack of explosives on their backs, and they were divided into thirteen teams.

The sky gradually darkened, and Yinchuan City, which had been burning for most of the day, was finally extinguished. The entire grassland was filled with the smell of burning. The walls of Yinchuan City were covered with a layer of gray-white ashes. There were also some bones that were not fully burned.

, slowly cooled down and made a "click" and "click" sound, as if thousands of hungry ghosts were eating these people.

A black sky enveloped the earth, and there was no moon in the sky and no light around.

The women were marching hard in the darkness, and the only thing pointing the way was the lights on the Yinchuan city wall in the distance.

Galdan looked at the endless darkness with a telescope. It was still an hour before dawn. It was the time when people were most tired. The Mongols had not attacked at night these days. Dorgon hoped that today's plan would succeed!

"What you need to see can be seen here, no need for binoculars." Dorgon crossed his arms and looked at Yinchuan City in the distance. He had quite the temperament of a magician!

"We should be successful!" Geerdan looked at Dorgon. Taking advantage of a woman's affection for licking a calf is against the spirit of the warrior. If word spreads, people will look down upon her. Carrying such a huge loss of reputation will not lead to glory.

Victory. This is not worth it!

"Ask Changshengtian, don't those shamans dance very happily during the day?"

"Well……!"

"Boom!" The first orange ball of fire exploded in the distance, then the second, the third, the fourth...!

"It exploded! It exploded!" Galdan jumped up excitedly, as happy as a child watching fireworks.

There were constant rumbling sounds in the distance, and the ground beneath my feet was shaking slightly. A large section of the lights on the Yinchuan city wall was missing.

"They succeeded, so I say women will do anything for their children. Now let those children go!" Dorgon hugged his arms and left.

"Let them go now, they will be eaten by wolves." Galdan shouted behind Dorgon.

"We won't kill them, and we didn't say that wolves won't eat them. If they are eaten by wolves, it will be the intention of the immortal." Dorgon said without looking back.

"So damn despicable!"

"Integrity will not win the war." A word came from a distance, and Dorgon's figure disappeared in the darkness.

Galdan was so anxious that he scratched his head and scratched his head, wishing that the sky would light up immediately. A night attack and a group of people carrying torches to attack the city were two different things. The former was a sneak attack, while the latter was a death penalty.

When he heard the first explosion, Sun Xing woke up. He urged his men to climb up the city wall to defend!

The Mongols have never conducted night raids, and they must have used all their strength in this raid. Sun Xing somewhat blamed himself for having to sleep at such a critical time.

Nothing could be seen in the darkness, but explosions kept coming from under his feet. Suddenly there was a sound of earth shattering, and an entire city wall collapsed. Sun Xing could not see anything in the darkness, and he did not know how much damage the city wall had suffered.

What does it look like? Just shouting orders for the soldiers to block the gap.

When the sky turned pale, Sun Xing finally knew what he was facing.

More than 100 meters of the city wall collapsed. Buried with the more than 100 meters of city wall were more than 20 Ming soldiers guarding the city.

These bastards, they actually blew down the city wall. How did they do it!

With a city wall of more than 100 meters, it was impossible to block the gap. Sun Xing hurriedly went to find his father and mobilized all the reserve teams to block the gap in the collapsed city wall of more than 100 meters.

A gap that is more than a hundred meters long and a gap that is two or three meters wide are two different concepts. Sun Xing is really pessimistic about whether he can hold it. Maybe by dark, Yinchuan City is already a place that is ravaged by the Mongols.

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Inside the telescope, Galdan also saw a gap that was more than a hundred meters long.

Cheers like a roaring tsunami erupted in the Mongolian military camp. Alabutan brought out all the mortars. The long-barreled guns were also pulled out, and the oxcarts carrying the shells were transported one after another to transport ammunition to the front. Today

We must work hard to capture this damned city of Yinchuan. No one can escape here, everyone will die.

It finally dawned, and the fiery red sun still emerged, and the Mongols couldn't wait to start attacking.
To be continued...