Chapter 415: Another Stone
"Report! Your Majesty, the admiral's troops have arrived!" a messenger shouted.
After hearing the messenger's words, Zhao Xiaofei looked up at the hot air balloon in the sky. The messenger above was waving a flag, meaning that reinforcements had arrived.
During the siege of Shanhaiguan, Zhao Xiaofei launched a hot air balloon to monitor the movements of the Eight Banners of Jianlu around the clock, and at the same time to observe whether the reinforcements arrived on time.
Zhao Xiaokun followed the strategy he had discussed with Zhao Xiaofei before. Zhao Xiaofei attacked from the front, while Zhao Xiaokun led the taijis of various Mongolian tribes to attack Dorgon from behind.
Inside Shanhaiguan, Dorgon was pacing back and forth anxiously.
Bumbutai sat in a chair crying. Her son Fulin had been shot in the leg. The doctor said the emperor's leg could not be saved. He had to undergo surgery tonight to repair his leg, otherwise he would die.
"Stop crying! Crying is useless. Now is the moment of life and death for the Qing Dynasty. After passing this hurdle, I will definitely let Fulin sit firmly on the throne!" Dorgon said.
Bumbutai looked at Dorgon and knew that it was useless to say anything now. She would only cause trouble if she stayed here, and she had to stay by her son's side.
It doesn’t matter if my son lost a leg, as long as he can keep the throne.
In a room, several imperial doctors were nervously preparing for surgery. They were all trembling in their hearts. Even an adult could die at any time during a leg surgery, let alone a child.
They were all at a loss as to whether or not to allow the little emperor to die during the operation. If the little emperor died during the operation, they would all be buried with him.
Fulin had been comforted and given medicine, and was now unconscious. Several imperial doctors surrounded the little emperor and began the operation.
Bumbutai knelt in front of the Buddhist shrine, twirling the Buddhist beads in her hands and chanting Amitabha in her heart.
Just then, the sound of artillery was heard outside the city.
Boom boom boom, the shells fell on the city wall. The Jianlu defenders could not even raise their heads, and many shells fell directly into the city.
The Buddhist beads in Bumbutai's hand spun faster and faster, and the dirt on the roof fell down. Bumbutai didn't care about the dirt falling on herself, and didn't let the maid clean it up for her.
At first, the maids were still thinking about cleaning the dirt off their master's head, but as the explosions became more frequent and louder, the maids were so scared that they hid on the ground and trembled.
"ah!"
When Bumbutai heard her son's cry, she immediately stood up and ran towards the operating room.
She pushed open the door and saw that all the imperial doctors except two who were bandaging the wound were kneeling on the ground.
She saw Fulin crying and tears streaming down his face.
"Mother! My legs! My legs! They hurt! They hurt!" Fulin cried to Bumbutai.
Bumbutai did not comfort her son at this time. Instead, she turned to the leading doctor Jin and asked, "How is the emperor doing now? Can we take him back to Shengjing?"
"Empress Dowager! The Emperor has just had surgery and is very weak. It would be best for him to rest for a few days before leaving!" said Doctor Jin.
"You follow the emperor. He can stop at any time if anything happens! I will follow you too!" Bumbutai said firmly.
"Yes!" Doctor Jin had no choice but to agree.
Boom! The arrow tower of Shanhaiguan had been blown down, and countless Jianlu Eight Banners soldiers on Shanhaiguan were buried under the rubble.
“Charge!”
The horn was blown, and countless Ming troops rushed in. They killed anyone they saw, and several soldiers in the front were shot down by the Jianlu. The Ming soldiers behind them ignored them and ran towards the enemy shouting, forgetting their usual training, they only thought about charging!
The Jianlu soldiers on the wall did not collapse immediately. Several Jianlu soldiers picked up stones and threw them down from the top of the wall, smashing the brains of several Ming soldiers. The Ming soldiers behind them raised their heads and guns and fired at the wall.
Several Jianlu soldiers were about to throw more stones, but before they could lift them, they were hit by several muskets, leaving five or six bloody holes in their bodies. Another Eight Banners soldier had already raised a stone, but after being hit by a musket, he could no longer lift the stone, and it hit him and he fell down.
"Divide into three teams and charge towards the city wall!" said a Ming army officer.
Three teams of soldiers rushed to the city wall from both sides. The Jianlu were able to organize a resistance at the beginning, but soon began to collapse.
All the Jianlu Eight Banners troops began to retreat outside the city, and Dorgon and other banner leaders and beiles all led their troops to retreat.
The corpses of the Eight Banners soldiers were lying all over the ground. Some of the Eight Banners soldiers who were still alive were shot by the Ming army.
A Niulu Zhangjing of the Eight Banners lay on the ground, groaning and twitching. A Ming soldier saw him and was about to shoot him, but another Ming captain stopped him and said, "Don't let him die so quickly. Let's put him on the city wall and fly him like a kite!"
The so-called kite flying is to carry the prisoners to the city wall, then cut open their stomachs, pull out their intestines, and kick them off the wall.
"Okay!" The Ming army soldier happily ordered someone to carry Zhang Jing away.
Zhang Jing understood Chinese and said hastily, "Give me a quick death!"
No one paid any attention to him. He was carried away by two Ming soldiers, and what awaited him was infinite fear.
At this time, the Ming army used artillery to blast open Shanhaiguan, and the swarming Ming army took advantage of their firearms to quickly occupy Shanhaiguan. Dorgon thought he could hold off the Ming army for a few days, but unfortunately, the Ming army attacked before even an hour had passed.
Dorgon turned around and took a look at the majestic Shanhaiguan. He realized that the era of conquering the world by riding and shooting had ended.
"Go!" Dorgon led the army to retreat to the northeast.
Zhao Xiaofei put down the telescope and said to Wanshan, "Dorgon wants to return to Shengjing. He doesn't know that he can't go back. Shi Lang and Wu Sangui should have arrived at the gates of Shenyang!"
"The cavalry from those Mongolian tribes have arrived. Their cavalry are everywhere outside Jinzhou City. Dorgon can't get through!" said General Zhou.
"They can only go to a piece of stone now!" Zhou Shuai said.
Zhao Xiaofei sneered and said, "Time has changed. Let them also have a taste of Li Zicheng's defeat at Yipanshi!"
Dorgon personally led the charge with the Eight Banners, but when he arrived near Jinzhou City, he found that countless Mongolian cavalry were rushing towards them.
It is impossible to retreat at this time. Only by fighting can there be a chance to break through.
After more than 10,000 Eight Banners cavalrymen were sacrificed, Dorgon and other banner leaders began to change their strategy again.
They fled northwest again. After a day's escape, as the sun was setting, Dorgon and his troops looked up and thought to themselves, "Why am I back again? Here again?"
There are three words on a stone by the roadside: a stone! Not far away is the city wall, and you can vaguely see the Ming army coming here.
Boom, boom, boom! Three cannon shots rang out. These weren't cannons, but signal cannons. They were just empty blasts, with no shells.
Zhao Xiaofei, standing on the top of the city wall, shouted into a loud speaker, "Dorgon, are you familiar with this place? Hahahaha!"
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