The city wall in the north of Shenyang, the geese feathered sword waving, and the sound of killing shocked the sky.

The geese feather sword is straight, with a curve at the tip of the knife and a reverse blade. It is named after it looks like a geese feather. It is very popular in the Ming Dynasty and can be worn by both officials and soldiers.

The Yanling Knife in Hong Chengchou's hand was specially made. The standard sabers of ordinary Ming soldiers were different. They were tough and sharp, and they were as sharp as iron. When he waved them randomly, he flew with flesh and blood.

After Hong Chengchou killed several Tartars in a row, he found that he was rushing too hard under the excitement of his mind. He was getting farther and farther away from the guards around him, and gradually fell into a siege...

Several large steel knives, which were 40 meters long, were slashed together. Hong Chengchou was shocked and subconsciously raised his sword to block it. Even though the slender version of the "Dragon Slaying Sword" in his hand was sharp, he could not control it due to insufficient internal strength and could not resist the attack of Ling Tian from several Tartar masters.

The sound of a collision of gold and iron is like several copper bells and yellow Lu, and the sound of trembling sounds rippling between the sky and the earth, like a dam scattering and flooding down.

The bricks under your feet were like spider webs shattered, Hong Chengchou groaned, the sound of metal and iron was in his ears, and he felt his whole body trembling, his arms were sore and numb, his right hand couldn't help but let go, and the Yanling Knife flew in response. (Forgive me, who had written fantasy before, couldn't help but lose)

"The Bayala soldiers are so terrifying!"

Only the blood and energy in his body moved. Hong Chengchou's head blew, and his heart suddenly became cold. He didn't want to surrender and killed him when he washed his neck. In desperation, he lay down and avoided the fatal blow with a beautiful roll.

Several steel knives cut off the tamped earth walls as hard as rocks.

The eyes of several Bayala soldiers were bright, and they understood that the master in front of them must be a high-ranking official, and maybe it was Hong Chengchou, the governor of Ji Liao. How could he give up? He hurriedly followed closely.

"Where can you go, thousand taels of gold?"

Listening to the Tartars behind him chasing him in a slight Chinese language, Hong Chengchou was in panic and touched a steel knife among the pile of corpses all over the ground, and used his energy to slash at the calves that were running towards him.

"ah!"

In an instant, several Tartar masters screamed and blood splattered everywhere, splashing Hong Chengchou's face with a red face. He didn't have time to check whether he was injured, so he used three beautiful donkeys to roll to the place where Ming Junduo rolled.

Unexpectedly, several large steel knives were cut down. Hong Chengchou was shocked. At this time, his momentum was getting weaker and he could no longer resist. He sighed unwillingly, and had to close his eyes and wait for death.

"Clam!"

In the flash of lightning, Hong Chengchou felt his legs tightening and his whole body was suddenly pulled. He suddenly opened his eyes, but found that it was Chen Yang's deputy general Rao Xun who arrived in time and pulled him back.

Hong Chengchou, who had survived death, couldn't help but burst into tears. The feeling of surviving the disaster was so comfortable. He looked at the deputy general Rao Xun who bravely killed the enemy, and felt even more grateful.

A burst of Manchu yelling in the Tartars, and more desperate shouts of killing came from the city walls, and a large number of Manchurian Eight Banners soldiers climbed to the top of the city.

The close combat of the Eight Banners of Manchuria was not comparable to that of the Eight Banners of the Han army. The already exhausted Ming army soldiers on the city wall immediately lingered on the brink of collapse in the face of sudden intensified pressure.

"Governor, go quickly!"

General Zuo Guang, the general of Chenyang, arrived with a group of personal soldiers. He never asked Hong Chengchou for instructions again, so he carried Hong Chengchou and ran down the city.

Hong Chengchou, who was lying on Zuo Guangxian's back, was ashamed and shouted loudly: "Let me go! Zuo Guangxian, I ordered you to let me go!"

Zuo Guangxian was not willing to let him go. He knew very well that the war in Chenyang was irreversible, and it was only a matter of time before the city was broken. The governor was the commander of Liaodong of the Ming Dynasty. As his confidant for many years, how could he watch his elder brother fall into the hands of the Qing army...

Seeing that the general fled the battlefield with the governor on his back, the defenders in Chenyang North City had no intention of fighting with the Qing army. They scattered like a tide. The morale that had persisted for many days was immediately completely drained.

Because Dorgon sent out elite soldiers of the Eight Banners at all costs, it was like the last straw that overwhelmed the camel. The defense line in the north city collapsed instantly. As a large number of Qing troops poured into the city, the victory was decided.

The Huanglong Banner of the Eight Banners Army was soon inserted into the enemy's tower in the north city of Chenyang, fluttering in the wind.

When Dorgon, three miles away from the Shenyang city wall, saw the Yellow Dragon Flag planted on the top of the city, a big stone finally landed on the ground, and a burst of ecstasy surged in his heart.

In front of the three armies, under the yellow umbrella, Dorgon, wearing gilded armor, rode his horse twice and said loudly: "A few years ago, Huang Taiji was defeated here, lost Shengjing, and lost all the face of my Qing Dynasty. Today, I have taken Shengjing back!"

"Long live the emperor, the Qing Dynasty will win!"

"The panic is broken, the Qing Dynasty is forced to live!"

The princes and ministers of the Qing Dynasty around them sang loudly, and the Japanese Eight Banners generals who were half-hearted in Chinese were also shouting.

He said to himself again: "Brother, you are still not as good as me. Just look up to me in the underground, how can I take down Shanhaiguan and lead my Eight Banners into the Central Plains!"

It has to be said that Dorgon had already drifted to the point at this time. He would never have thought that in just a few months, he would be abused by Emperor Tianwu to ride a donkey cart and run away for life.

The north city of Chenyang was broken, and the east city and the west city fell one after another. Under this circumstance, the resistance of the remaining Ming troops in the city was unexpectedly tenacious, and the deputy general of Chenyang Rao Xun still led the troops to fight the Qing army to the death.

Ajige and several other banner owners of the Eight Banners were naturally reluctant to send their own bannermen up, so the Eight Banners of Japan had to push them up again.

The head of the Eight Banners of Japan's Eight Banners was the lord of the Changzhou vassal state. Under the cold gaze of Prince Ajigsen of the British, he had to bite the bullet and lead the troops of the banner to rush forward.

At present, the eight banners of the Qing Dynasty were divided into Manchu, Mongolian, Han, Xian, and Japanese. The status of the eight banners of the Japanese was lower than that of the eight banners of the Koreans, and its equipment was even worse. It acted as cannon fodder, and its overall combat effectiveness was incomparable to the eight banners of Manchu. In this way, a group of people died and rushed up again and again.

In the city of Chenyang, there were corpses of the Eight Banners and Ming Army everywhere. In the end, the remaining Ming army retreated in battle and retreated until the south gate, but there was no way out.

Until the Eight Banners Army surrounded Dorgon and entered the city, the Ming army was still not destroyed and they fought to the death without surrendering.

The tenacity of this Ming army aroused Dorgon's interest, and he went to the South Gate battlefield to watch the battle himself.

At this time, at the south gate, the black Eight Banners Army surrounded the Ming army and surrounded the entire Eighth Mountains, but they did not dare to go forward.

"Kill that Ming general, be promoted to two levels, this chapter is Beijing..."

Among the Eight Banners Army, Jialazhangjing shouted, but the shouting sound stopped abruptly, and a blood arrow splattered the surrounding flag captain's face.

Among the remaining soldiers of the Ming army, Rao Xun, deputy general of Chenyang, held a strong bow, and his sharp black eyes were hidden in his clear contours. His slender and tall but not rough figure was like an eagle in the dark night, cold and lonely but imposing, and his solitary and independent exuded the power of looking down on the world.

Rao Xun roared with a ferocious expression: "Who else? If you are not afraid of death, come!"

The Eight Banners Army suddenly became silent, and they couldn't help but retreat.
Chapter completed!