Cannons were rumbling outside the city of Beijing, and the Qing army's carts, shields, and ladders continued to advance, gathering under the city to climb the wall.

On the city wall, Emperor Chongzhen looked ugly. The Qing army's tactics of driving the people to attack the city made him very angry, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Look, it's reinforcements!"

As Fang Zhenghua shouted loudly, everyone looked over the parapet to the battlefield, and saw a group of people coming from the south to fight with the Qing army.

Chongzhen was surprised: "Which troop is this?"

Fang Zhenghua raised his eyes and looked carefully, but he saw a few big characters written vaguely on the scarlet battle flag. He shouted: "It's Ding Wenming, the guerrilla general sitting in the camp in Zonghe!"

"Ding Wenming?" Chongzhen frowned slightly, feeling that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Fang Zhenghua reminded: "Your Majesty, he is Ding Wenming who participated in the martial arts examination with the qualification of Jin Yiwei and became a martial arts scholar in the third subject of the Secondary School. Your Majesty, you personally praised him back then!"

Ding Wenming was born in Yiwu into a family that values ​​literature and martial arts, and cultivates and educates the family. He followed Qi Jiajun's example since he was a child, practiced martial arts hard, and was familiar with literature and history.

Versatile in both civil and military affairs.

After arriving in the capital, Ding Wenming relied on his martial arts skills and passed various examinations to become a Jinyiwei. Soon the imperial court opened the martial arts examination. He participated in the martial arts test as a Jinyiwei, which caused quite a topic at the time.

Ding Wenming had excellent grades and was a Jinshi in the third subject of secondary school and was deeply appreciated by Emperor Chongzhen. He later made great military achievements and was promoted many times. He also learned from Qi Jiguang and formed a Yiwu army.

The Jinyiwei in the early Ming Dynasty were quite powerful. If you want to join, you need to go through strict review and assessment. They are required to be good citizens and have no criminal record. They also need to go through a lot of training and selection before selection.

In the late Ming Dynasty, Jin Yiwei was not very good. Many of them were hereditary. When a Jin Yiwei died, his biological son or brother could become his replacement. Also, the descendants of officials who died in the line of duty or meritorious officials would be replaced.

Yin Feng Jin Yiwei caused a general decline in Jin Yiwei's ability.

Ding Wenming, a Jin Yiwei who was selected from the private sector, was also good at both civil and military affairs and was admitted as a martial arts scholar, which quickly attracted the attention of Chongzhen.

Thinking of Ding Wenming's information, Chongzhen said with emotion: "I didn't expect Ding Wenming to be the first army of King Qin to rush to the capital. I am so happy that Ming Dynasty has such a general!"

The arrival of the Ming army's reinforcements gave the Qing army a big shock. The rear wing was hit and began to become chaotic. The morale of the Qing army attacking the city was greatly affected. The offensive was frustrated and the pressure on the city was immediately relieved.

Ding Wenming's Yiwu soldiers were entangled more and more closely with the Tatar rear wing. Zhu Cixiang frowned more and more. Ding Wenming was just a guerrilla general with only 2,000 men at his command. How could he defeat the Qing army?

He said: "Father, please open the city gate and send out soldiers and horses to cooperate with Ding Wenming outside the city to attack the slaves and thieves together!"

"No!" Yang Sichang and several other ministers said in unison.

"Your Majesty, this is the capital of the Ming Dynasty, and countless Tatar soldiers have gathered outside the city. The city gate must not be opened lightly. Even if the Tatars do not attack the city, important people must be hoisted up and down by ropes and baskets if they want to come in or out.

"

Chongzhen didn't know this truth. He wanted to save him, but he couldn't take the risk because of a guerrilla general.

Zhu Cixiang walked a few steps to the edge of the city wall, held his hand on the female wall and looked out, but Xu Sheng grabbed him and pulled him back: "Your Highness, please be careful, be careful with Tatar feather arrows!"

Zhu Cihong retreated, but he leaned out out of concern and eagerness. Xu Sheng's worry was not unreasonable, as stray arrows often injured the defenders of the city.

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Outside Beijing, facing the Ming army's surprise attack, the Qing army's rear wing fell into chaos. Under the Chinese army's dragon robes and among the layers of guards, Prince Rui Dorgon's face remained as usual, and he did not seem to notice this clear trend.

The army is in my eyes.

"A group of southern barbarians who don't know how to live or die. Since they are deliberately seeking death, then I will help you!"

Dorgon pointed at the scarred city of Beijing under the bright sun, as if he was lamenting, and said: "I want the Emperor of Tomorrow to see with his own eyes how he forced these loyal ministers and generals to die willingly!"

He signaled to the flag-bearing soldiers beside him and said in a cold voice: "Send the order, kill them all, leave no one behind!"

The soldiers holding the flags changed their flags, and the cavalry on both sides of the white flag immediately moved out. In an instant, they were like two sharp knives, one on the left and one on the right, piercing Ding Wenming's department.

With the addition of the Qing cavalry, Ding Wenming's more than two thousand Yiwu soldiers gradually became exhausted, and finally showed signs of collapse.

In the city of Beijing, Du Zhiyi and others screamed: "Ding Wenming is in serious trouble, but why didn't he withdraw?"

Fang Zhenghua showed a wry smile. If he were Ding Wenming, he would not retreat. When the country is in danger, the best choice is to serve the country with death. Many people don't understand this truth, but there are always people who do.

Emperor Chongzhen, civil and military officials, and soldiers in the capital camp could only watch helplessly as the reinforcements were wiped out by the Tatars. Many people could no longer bear to watch on the sidelines and turned around.

Zhu Cixiang asked for orders again: "My son, please ask for orders again, lead the troops and charge out!"

Chongzhen was also extremely angry. Just when he was about to agree, he heard dozens of ministers kneeling on the ground, crying for their fathers and calling their mothers to dissuade him.

"Your Majesty, no! The thieves are so powerful that we can't risk opening the city gate!"

"Your Highness, you have to think about the millions of people in this city. You must not be impulsive..."

For a moment, the surroundings were filled with the dissuasive voices of ministers, just like a swarm of flies flying around, which made Zhu Cixiang upset for a while.

After a while, Du Zhizhi was heard exclaiming again: "Look, the Tatars, the Tatars are building a temple in Beijing..."

Zhu Cixiang's heart suddenly jumped, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "What did you say?"

"The Tatars are here, watching from the base of the capital!" Du Zhizhi replied numbly.

What is Jingguan? Gather the enemy corpses and form a high tomb!

Zhu Cixiang leaned against the female wall and looked down. He saw the Qing army cutting off the heads of the Ming soldiers one by one, and then piled them in front of Chaoyang Gate. The remaining corpses of the Ming soldiers were lined up and piled up.

After the first level.

The defenders of the Beijing camp on the city finally understood what the Tatars wanted to do below the city. Suddenly, the eyes of the Ming soldiers were bursting with tears, and Zhang Shize and other generals even took the initiative to ask for help and wanted to leave the city.

Fight and destroy the prestige of the Tatars.

Several civil servants first scolded the generals who asked for a fight, then forcibly suppressed the soldiers who took the initiative to ask for a fight, and then they all knelt down to Chongzhen to dissuade him.

A royal censor said: "Your Majesty, Dorgon humiliated our soldiers in this way. He was clearly trying to undermine the morale of our army. He wanted us, the generals of the Ming Dynasty, to be in disarray and impulsively go out to fight in the city. As long as we go out to fight in the city, that's it.

You fell into Dorgon’s vicious trick!”

Chongzhen's face was ashen and his hands were trembling slightly. He felt great shame welling up in his heart, but he still couldn't decide for a while.

A feeling of turmoil and unrest began to spread among the defenders in the Beijing camp. Some people were already whispering in private that the imperial court was timid and afraid of war...
Chapter completed!