Rocks and ice fell down the battlements, and more dying Japanese people climbed up the ladders along the ladders. In a moment, the ladders were like candy covered with ants. The huge rocks falling from the top of the city rolled down the ladders and immediately fell down a group of people.

The most difficult thing is not them, but the Japanese people under the escalator under the city. Some of their heads were hit by stones and some were shot by sharp arrows on the ground, but as long as they did not die, they would use their shoulders to hold the ladder tightly, allowing more people to climb along the ladder.

"If they fight back with all their might, Jieshu seemed to be frightened by these Japanese people. Manchus were indeed very brave, but this kind of courage was the hostility that the strong had burst out when they fought. These Japanese people knew that they could still move forward bravely even though they had a life of death. This kind of courage can be described as madness.

"Arrow draws the sword." Jieshu issued another order, and the hand-to-hand combat is about to begin. The Qing soldiers on the city wall must be prepared to drive all the Japanese who climbed up the city wall, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

Sweep... A long sword with cold light was pulled out, holding it in the hands of the Qing soldiers. They were a little nervous and confused in their eyes. After all, most of the people here may have learned riding and shooting, and may have been brave and fierce, but they have not really experienced the battlefield. Many people were even frightened by the posture in front of them. In Liaodong, which is mixed with ice and snow, someone's hand holding the knife made a cold sweat.

The Japanese people continued to climb upwards. Perhaps at the next moment, a huge rock rolled down and could smash their heads at any time, but no one retreated. They were already in hell for the future. Even if they died, they were just a hell. If they could climb to the city, then their fate could be changed. At least they could taste the fragrant rice every day. What's more important is that if anyone retreated, even if they escaped, they would not want to survive according to the rules set by Tokugawa Tsunayoshi. They had no way out to retreat and could only move forward bravely.

At this time, when many Japanese people got on the ladder basin, a pot of burnt oil was also poured down. Some were climbing the ladder, and the hot oil was poured on their faces. Suddenly, a terrible smell like barbecue was released. With a cry, they would even smash the companions behind them.

But all of them seemed to be unable to shake the desire of the Japanese to attack. The ladder fell. There would be dozens of Japanese people below, regardless of the other party's arrows and stones, and immediately raised it up again. The Japanese people on the ladder were knocked down, and more Japanese people below still climbed up again regardless of their lives.

Even the Chahar and Han people who were supervising the battle in the rear could not help but secretly talk about not being a group of warriors. They thought they were a group of madmen and a group of wild beasts.

Under the brave attack of the Japanese, the Japanese finally successfully climbed the city wall. The Japanese were waiting for countless swords and swords to be prepared on the city wall.

First, second, third... One by one, the Japanese will jump onto the city wall and will be dismembered by human soldiers' swords. Or they will be stabbed more than a dozen blood holes. However, even if the Japanese fight to the death, they will rush towards the dense swords in front of them, probably using their own corpses and weight.

We must also try to reduce the pressure when the Qing army defenders is at a slight distance.

Finally, the defenders began to suffer casualties

Some lucky Japanese people occupied a corner of the city wall and formed a small circle. On the narrow city road, they began to use hand to the Qing army. Behind them, more Japanese people began to surge up and began to water the blood and constantly expand the gaps in the Qing army.

Jieshu stood half-closed on the city tower, surrounded by a group of eager generals. At this time, Jieshu breathed a sigh of relief. He saw that although the Japanese were fierce, their combat skills and experience were really poor. These people were just like their performance. They could launch attacks one after another like wild beasts. But they seemed to have not experienced many battle formations. Even simple sword-holding movements were not very standardized. He waved his hand solemnly and whispered to a leader: "Take your subordinates to drive these Japanese people down."

"Zha." Zuo Ling beat a thousand and immediately looked at Goshha beside him. Na Goshha immediately passed the order.

Many areas of the city wall have been trapped in hand-to-hand combat. In the shadow of swords and swords, accompanied by wails and moans, many people fell down, and more people crowded up. However, after a horn, the Qing soldiers surrounding the Japanese began to gradually retreat a little, and a team of fully equipped and speared swept across. These people are the remaining Ruijian Camp and the elite of the Knight Camp. Compared with those who had never experienced the battle formation, this is the elite among the elite...

Under the city, seeing that a group of Japanese people had already climbed the city wall, Tokugawa Tsunayoshi had already issued an order excitedly. The 50,000 Japanese who were already ready made another shocking roar and rushed towards the city.

The continuous waves of Japanese people rushed towards Shengjing City like a tide. This momentum made the Qing army on the city wall feel scared. It was not that they were afraid, but that there were too many enemies. After waves, the city walls were filled with corpses, and under the city, there were continuous teams of Japanese people stepping on the line.

The body rushed over.

The elite Qing soldiers quickly cleared the Japanese who climbed up the city wall. They held spears and rushed directly across the board. Wherever they passed, any Japanese who seemed to resist stubbornly were stabbed to death by the city road. But soon, the Manchus discovered that these Japanese people were unable to defeat them. A group of people lay down, and more people climbed the city wall along the ladder. Because some Japanese people climbed up the city wall, the Qing soldiers on the city wall could not shoot at the influx of Japanese people. The resistance of the Japanese people under the city was much smaller than that of the vanguards, so they could continue to run to the city, climb the ladder, and climb the city wall to support the Japanese people on the city wall.

Only then did Jieshu start to be anxious, pulling out the long knife from his waist, and keeping shouting, leading the generals to block the gap and squeeze the Japanese space.

As soon as the siege battle was supported, it was finally evening. At this time, the sky suddenly fell again with heavy snow. In the fierce battle, the artillery coalition first took the upper hand, and the Qing army could not help but poured out. Then the Japanese began to attack the city. The Qing army stood on the city wall and shot a large area. When the Japanese climbed onto the city wall, the Qing army still had a great advantage on the city wall. However, as time gradually passed, the tired Japanese were divided into several batches of reinforcements, and the continuous

The new force kept crowding the city walls, and the number of the Qing army was obviously too low. Although the casualties were far lower than that of the coalition forces, the coalition forces had hundreds of thousands of reserves to replenish at any time. Before the Lianchahar cavalry had been dispatched, the city walls that had lasted nearly ten miles long were filled with Japanese people. The Qing army was not allowed to retreat to the nearby streets and alleys in the hope of resisting stubbornly. Jieshu quickly withdrew from the battle under the crowd of a team of Goshha.

The Japanese who occupied the city walls were quickly dispersed and some people advanced towards the streets and alleys. Some Japanese who surrounded and suppressed the Manchus who were fighting stubbornly did not have time to retreat, and the Qing soldiers guarding near the city gate launched sprints again and again.

Finally, the heavy Shengjing Dongmen slowly opened. For it, how many Japanese people had dried up blood, and how many people turned into frozen corpses.

The Chahar cavalry began to form a formation, and Ezhehan came to the head of the team with a sabre and attacked the horse. The cavalry behind him quietly sootheed the throbbing and uneasy war horses, and everything seemed orderly, because everyone understood that the next moment, it was them that they should appear.

Ezhehan's voice was hoarse because of excitement: "Warriors, the Chahars are back."

The Chahar cavalry shouted back, yes, they are back, and the guards of the once king tribe of the grassland and the palace of Khan finally come back after they encountered unprecedented shame during the Lin Dankhan period.

"Kill." The scimitar of the forehead sweat pointed forward, first pulled the horse and started to speed up. A thunderous cry broke out behind him. Then, the horse's hooves began to clatter, more and more, and the earth was trembling, and there were only countless horse's hooves trampling on the earth in their eardrums.

The Chaha soldiers gathered into a torrent, and then headed towards the gate of the city gate. After gradually accelerating, they finally made a final sprint...

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Jieshu returned to his mansion, and the four Goshha was guarding the hall with a dead face. There were waves of shouts and thunder from the horse's hooves in the distance. In the nearby streets, waves of wails also came out. Only this mansion was quiet.

Immediately afterwards, Qing soldiers with a hurried expression entered the mansion, walked into the main hall where Jieshu was, and passed in one battle report not far away.

"Report, Prince, the Chahar cavalry rushed into the city. The Associate Sotur led his team to fight to the death in Yongzheng Lane. Lord Etuer requested reinforcements."

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"Reported that the Japanese occupied Huanggu Lane and Alhatu died in battle."

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"Report, Lord Baksh led people to escape."

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"Report." This time, Goshha's voice trembled, his eyes were filled with fear: "A team of Japanese people occupied the Zhaoling Grand Monument Tower and were rushing towards Longen Gate. General Zhaoling could not resist and pleaded with the prince to lead the reinforcements." Goshha saw that Jieshu was still indifferent, so he couldn't help but beg for his voice: "Prince, the grandson of the Taizong Emperor's grandson must not fall into the hands of the thieves. Please send troops."

Jieshu pinched the handle of the Rimu Grand Master's chair with his fingers fiercely, and a hint of sneer appeared in his wooden expression: "Send troops? Where are there any soldiers? Shengjing is over, and the country cannot be preserved. Can Zhaoling be saved alone? Retreat, there is no need to report it."

If it were normal, Jieshu said this sentence as a heart-breaking statement. Zhaoling is the tomb of Huang Taiji and Empress Xiaoduanwen. Near Zhaoling, there is also the Fuling of Taizu Nurhaci. As a descendant of Nurhaci and Huang Taiji, he ignored the tomb of the former emperor. If it was heard, even the ban would be light. No matter whether he was a close relative of the royal family with a golden belt or a dignified prince, it would be no exaggeration to be beheaded. But at this moment, I am afraid that no one will hold him accountable again.

Nagoshiha retreated with red eyes, while Jieshu was still sitting on the chair of the Grand Master. His thoughts had already floated out of this chaotic Shengjing City and this tragic battlefield. Everything seemed to be no longer important in front of him. In fact, this was a normal thing. He was ordered to guard Liaodong and take charge of the elite troops of the five major camps. Now the five major camps have been damaged.

The capital was lost, and the entire Liaodong was in a turmoil. The foundation of Taizu Taizong's ancestral temple could not be preserved. The fate of hundreds of thousands of people was ruined by him. At this moment, he had absolutely no way to live. Even if he gave him a fast horse and a brave death warrior, he would fight out of the city day and night, escape to Shanhaiguan, and escape into the pass, he would be dead, and what if he stayed here? He would be captured by the coalition forces. Neither the Chahar, the Japanese, nor the Han people would let them continue to live, but they would just go through humiliation and torture before they died.

Since this is the case, Jieshu is dead and cannot save him, and a miracle will not happen. Even though he knows he is going to die, who will pay attention to those things outside? What kind of family is small and what kind of ancestral temple is just a cloud.

Jieshu's eyes finally fell on the red pills in the box on the table next to him. The bright red pills were very charming, as if waving to him. He seemed to have made up his mind and finally reached out to pinch the red pills between his fingers. As early as a month ago, Jieshu, who had known that something was wrong, had already been prepared. Swallowing this red pill was probably the best ending for him. He trembled with his index finger and thumb when he pinched the red pills. Then, Jieshu's mouth opened slightly, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to make up his mind. He quickly stuffed the red pills into his mouth. Then, he drank a cup of long-held breasts on the table.

After everything was finished, Jieshu's expression became relaxed. His fingers leaned on the table and gently tapped the rhythm. His mind was first confused, and then gradually became refreshed. He suddenly remembered a sentence in the play and couldn't help but raise his voice. He was originally a drama lover. When the situation was not so bad, this once romantic prince raised many opera troupes. The extremely familiar melody gradually came out of his mouth. His fingers hit the table with the beat. The play was gentle, with a hint of desolation and a little sadness...

"I have seen the sound of jade trees in Jinling, and the flowers blooming early in the Qinhuai waterfront. Who knows that it is easy to get ice and see him rising up the red building, watching him entertain guests, and to see his building collapse. I have slept with this green tiles, and I have seen the rise and fall of fifty years. The Wuyi Lane is not the king; the ghost crys at night; the Phoenix Platform, live on the birds and mountains, and the old land is hard to lose. I don't believe this map changes the manuscript, and I miss the set of "Sad Jiangnan", and sings until the old..."

This was originally a poem by Kong Shangren, a tragic poem that mourned the pain of the country's demise. Now it was sang by Prince Kang Jieshu in Kun's tune. It was really unspeakable sadness, but what he wanted to mourn was probably not Jiangnan, but Liaodong.

"I will note here that "Alas Jiangnan" was written in the 38th year of Kangxi. When the book puts this word into it, it has not appeared in this history. However, I think there are too many words that are suitable for the situation. I took them out and sang them to Old Man Jie so that he could also experience the pain of the country's destruction. Well, everyone, just treat this bug as a fart, just let it go.

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The Goshhas guarding the hall were first frightened by the various fighting sounds coming from all sides. At this moment, a sudden burst of Prince Kang's Kun's accent came from the hall. The Kun's accent was sad and the tactful songs made the Goshhas panic. However, the prince had already ordered that no one should be disturbed. Therefore, although the fall of Shengjing City was imminent and the thieves might also be invisible at any time, no one left or went in to disturb him. These Goshhas were originally slaves of the Kangqin Palace. When the master took office in Liaodong, they acted as personal soldiers. Therefore, they were still loyal to Jieshu, and no one dared to rebel against him.

But then, the sound of the song suddenly stopped. In this way, there was no sound in the hall. Dozens of Goshha didn't care at first, but after a moment, there was still no movement inside. At this time, a leader of the sect was covered in blood and led a team of soldiers into the mansion. His voice came from a distance: "Prince, follow the generals to fight out of the city. The north gate has not been taken down by the thieves yet. Please prepare quickly. The thieves are about to attack here."

There is still movement...

Na Zuo had already got off the horse and led a team of defeated soldiers to whisper a few words with Prince Kang Goshha. The Goshha stood aside silently and made way out. They did not dare to violate the master's order, but they agreed to the leader to see the sober inside.

Zuoleng had pushed open the crack very quickly. When he was about to step into the threshold, he immediately screamed...

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Chapter completed!