Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

On the west city wall, Zuoling Ebei was caught off guard by Zu Dabi's sudden attack.

"Haven't you surrendered to the Qing Empire? How dare you rebel?"

Ebei was just a low-ranking general of the Manchu Bordered Blue Banner and could not speak the Ming language, but he still questioned Zu Dabi in Manchu while defending.

"What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand. Kill him!" Zu Dabi's weapon was particularly unpopular, it was a pair of axes.

He charged forward waving an axe, followed closely by three thousand Liao soldiers. They were mortal enemies, and they were extremely jealous of each other when they met.

"Master Zuoling, the crossbows on the city wall will break as soon as the bowstrings are pulled!

Those artillery pieces can't be used, they've been tampered with!" a Tartar said to Ebei.

"This is a trap. The Han people are indeed treacherous! Follow me and rush out of the city!

No, we are going to find His Royal Highness the Prince. Come on, follow me and fight our way out!" Ebei was in a state of confusion.

It's not just the west city, the other three city walls are like this as well. Since the war began, Prince Zheng Jirgalang has never been seen again.

Without a commander, the Tatars in various places were caught in the dilemma of fighting on their own. Moreover, they had just entered the city and were not familiar with the defense situation of Jinzhou City at all.

On the contrary, the Liao soldiers in the city were fighting at home and were quite familiar with the coordination. They knew exactly where the bows and crossbows were hidden, as well as where the weapons were hidden.

One side was running around in panic, while the other side came prepared with the intention of revenge. The Liao soldiers were the rare elite troops of the Ming Dynasty. In just two quarters of an hour, the morale of the two sides had become very different.

At this time, Zu Dashou's personal guard rode on a war horse, holding the reins in one hand and a human head and a sword in the other, and shouted:

"Here is Jirgalang's head! The Liao people will win!"

The man didn't even stop and ran straight to other battlefields after he finished speaking. When the Liao soldiers heard that the damn prince was dead, their morale was soaring.

On the other hand, the Tatars may not have seen clearly whether the head was Jirgalang's, but they all recognized Jirgalang's sword.

Seeing that their commander was dead, their morale dropped even further, and many of them were forced into the corners of the city wall.

In addition to the city walls, fierce battles were also taking place at the four city gates.

The commander was dead, and the Tartars knew that the only way to survive was to seize the city gate. As long as they could get out of the city, they could save their lives.

As they were intending to surrender the city, the four city gates were not sealed with stones. So the Tatars, led by their respective generals, rushed towards the city gates with all their might.

The most intense battle took place at the East Gate, which Zu Zeyuan was in charge of. The Tartars originally entered the city through this gate. Zu Zeyuan was first arranged here by Zu Dashou. He had few subordinates following him, only a few hundred people.

When he learned that this was his uncle's plan, he was shocked. At first he thought that his uncle would hide such a big thing from him, but it only took him a moment to figure it out.

The Jianlu were determined to capture Guan Ningjin and had sent countless spies over the years. Otherwise, let alone him, his uncles were brave, but their mouths were really not to be praised.

Now that I think about it, no wonder my uncle asked them to repeat his words that day, repeatedly telling them that no matter what situation they were in, they should follow my uncle's military orders as their top priority. I'm afraid they were waiting for this day.

If this was a strategy, then my uncle must have already discussed it with the young commander-in-chief. I think after this battle, his family might be able to regain the trust of the court.

That's for sure.

Thinking of this, Zu Zeyuan was filled with strength. Although there were only a few hundred subordinates gathered at the moment, Zu Zeyuan led the charge and killed the Tartars, forcing them to retreat again and again.

However, as the Tartars continued to gather towards the east gate, the number of Zu Zeyuan's subordinates continued to decrease, and he himself suffered several knife wounds.

"Cao Sanshun, haven't you sent people to ask for help?" Zu Zeyuan struggled to block the Tartar's scimitar and said to his deputy general.

"General, there are too many Tartars gathered at the east gate, and our people can't get out!" Cao Sanshun replied anxiously.

"Kill, follow me and kill!" Zu Zeyuan had no choice but to continue fighting.

This lasted for half a quarter of an hour, and only dozens of the hundreds of soldiers around him were left, and the reinforcements sent from the city were also repelled by the Tartars.

Zu Zeyuan was feeling very sad and thought that he would die here, when suddenly there was a noise from the city gate behind him.

Duang——Duang——Duang——

"Open the door! I am Wu Sangui, the general of Ningyuan. Open the door!" Wu Sangui shouted loudly outside the city gate. A soldier was knocking on the door with a three-barreled musket as an iron hammer.

Zu Zeyuan was immediately delighted and ordered his dozen or so subordinates to quickly open the door.

When the Tartars in the city saw the city gate was open, they thought they were about to escape. They even ignored Zu Zeyuan and others and rushed out of the city in a swarm.

The city gate creaked open, and when the Tartars rushed to the gate, they finally saw the scene outside the gate.

But outside the city gate, Zhang Shikang's 1,000 personal guards armed with dove-foot guns had already formed a three-stage firing formation.

"Liao soldiers, lie down!" Zhang Shikang shouted at Zu Zeyuan.

Zu Zeyuan and dozens of surviving Liao soldiers lay down subconsciously.

When the Tatars saw that the group of guys holding muskets did not light the fuse, they rushed towards the enemies outside the city gate without fear.

But they didn't know that the Ming Dynasty had completed the transformation of the instantaneous fire gun as early as the year before, and all the banjiu guns in their hands had been transformed into instantaneous fire guns.

A thousand guards pulled the trigger at the same time under Zhang Shikang's command, and there was a loud bang, and hundreds of dove guns opened fire.

The heavy dove gun, which was powerful enough to penetrate heavy armor, made a deafening sound. At such a close distance, dozens of Tatars who were in the front fell to the ground one after another.

The Tatars in the rear were still swarming forward, but because there were too many corpses on the ground, the Tatars in the front were tripped and trampled.

In just a moment, the musketeers in the front row of the Royal Guard who had fired had retreated to reload, while the musketeers in the back row were ready to shoot.

"Fire!"

Boom-boom-boom-boom-

After three rounds of salvos, the corpses of the Tartars in the east gate had piled up half a meter high.

Zu Zeyuan stood up again and fought with the Tartars with dozens of his subordinates. At this time, Zu Dacheng also came with a team of people to support them.

The Tartars at the East Gate suddenly became panicked, as they had no way to retreat and were being pursued from behind.

After Zhang Shikang launched three rounds of volleys, he ordered his guards to retreat and then looked at Wu Sangui standing aside.

He and Wu Sangui cooperated very well in the battle. The melee outside the city seemed chaotic, but in fact neither side put in much effort.

At first, Zhang Shikang thought that Wu Sangui was pretending to fight on purpose because he had received a reminder from Zu Dashou.

But it was not until later that Zhang Shikang found out that Zu Dashou did not tell Wu Sangui the truth, but Wu Sangui had guessed it himself.

Wu Sangui just ran around with his 5,000 men, and of course he would occasionally kill a few garrison soldiers just to make things look good. But when Jirgalang no longer participated in the pursuit and ran away, Wu Sangui stopped pretending and immediately bowed down to Zhang Shikang.

Zhang Shikang admired this clever guy very much. When he saw him, he somehow thought of Chen Yuanyuan.

"Xiao Guizi, I leave it to you. Kill all those Tartars." Zhang Shikang pointed at the Tartars who were still resisting stubbornly in the city gate.

"I obey your order!" Wu Sangui said and led his Liao soldiers to charge in.

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