Chapter 416: Hell on Earth
"Mr. Zhao, don't be so complacent! We Jianzhou warriors are endlessly killed! Even if our entire army is wiped out today, our descendants will avenge us!" Dorgon roared loudly while sitting on his warhorse.
Zhao Xiaofei was smiling triumphantly on the city wall at this time. It was good enough that he didn't jump for joy at the final moment of victory.
His face was almost smiling like a flower. He held a loudspeaker and shouted to Dorgon below the city: "Dorgon! I give you two choices! One is to kneel down and surrender now. I will send you to the capital, and then I will give you a quick death! The other way is, I will make you live a life worse than death! Descendants? Do you have descendants? You, the entire Jianzhou Jurchens, still want descendants! Forget Wu Sangui, Kong Youde, Geng Jingzhong and others. Shi Lang must have brought his troops to besiege Shenyang City by now! Hahahaha!"
"Bah! Do you really think you can trap tens of thousands of our troops to death? Let's see who will have the last laugh!" Dorgon's unyielding spirit came up. He didn't believe that Zhao Xiaofei could really kill all these tens of thousands of Eight Banners men.
"Hahahahaha! Dorgon, your father Yezhupi misses you, go down and keep him company!" Zhao Xiaofei said and waved to the messenger.
Dorgon led the eight banner leaders and beiles and began to rush to the northeast, while the Ming army messengers on the city wall began to wave flags with fluorescent sticks tied to them.
At this time, in the sky, the messenger in the hot air balloon also began to wave the flag with a fluorescent stick.
The Ming army began to move, like a man-eating monster, opening its bloody mouth and preparing to completely devour tens of thousands of people.
On a hillside, Zhao Xiaokun put down his telescope and said to the messenger beside him: "The Eight Banners of Jianlu are about to fall into the trap, let's get ready!"
Zhao Xiaokun waved his hand, and dozens of agricultural vehicles were converted into tanks, equipped with heavy machine guns he bought from modern Mongolia.
Watching the Eight Banners cavalry approaching step by step, a Ming army captain shouted loudly: "Fire!"
Dozens of heavy machine guns spewed out flames, and the cavalry that rushed up were directly turned into sieves by the dense firepower before they could even see what was happening.
Dorgon and other banner leaders were all stunned. Those elite cavalrymen fell in a pool of blood without even a second of struggle.
Before they could react from the shock, the hot air balloons in the sky began to drop bombs. The Ming soldiers on the hot air balloons began to pull the safety rings of the bombs on the balloons, and one after another, black guys fell from the sky.
These are the special gifts Zhao Xiaofei prepared for Dorgon, napalm bombs!
Wanshan taught Zhao Xiaofei how to do it. The napalm that splashes onto a person after a bomb explodes is like lard cream, sticky and durable. If someone pats it with their hands, the flames will only grow larger. If someone rolls on the ground to extinguish the flames, they'll be covered in flames. Furthermore, if a person's body is heavily engulfed in flames, bystanders should stay as far away as possible, as their struggles could easily fling burning oil onto others, causing secondary casualties. For humanitarian reasons, it's best to terminate the person's life with a gun.
But Zhao Xiaofei would not let his men give the Jianlu soldiers a quick death!
Looking at the Eight Banners descendants struggling with their bodies on fire, Dorgon and the other banner leaders and beiles were trembling with fear.
What is before our eyes is hell, a living hell on earth created by Zhao Xiaofei.
Zhao Xiaofei, standing on the city wall, put down his telescope and said to the messenger, "Take a team of people and go make a public announcement. If you don't want to suffer this much pain, surrender quickly. If you do, I will kill you!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The messenger came down from the city wall.
On another small road, two carriages were galloping, followed by dozens of cavalrymen, heading towards Hetuala.
In one car sat Bumbutai and her son, and in the other car, the driver was none other than Aobai, the greatest Baturu of Manchuria!
Oboi knew the situation was hopeless and he could not return to Shengjing. After receiving the empress dowager's secret letter, he made preparations. When Dorgon sent him to inspect the city walls, he left his post and selected his most elite cavalry soldiers, intending to take the young emperor away.
For the future of the Qing Dynasty and to fulfill his ambition, he wanted to take a gamble. He bet that the Ming army could not reach Hetuala, and that even if the Ming army reached Hetuala, they would retreat because the gains would outweigh the losses.
"Stop! Stop!" Bumbutai shouted loudly.
"Queen Mother! We can't stop! Turn around and look, Shanhaiguan has already become a sea of fire." Aobai said. He flicked the whip in the air again, and with a snap, the horse ran faster.
Zhao Xiaofei stood on the city wall, looking at the hell on earth he had created. He closed his eyes and said, "If you don't go to hell, then the Han people will go to hell!"
On the battlefield below the city, those Eight Banners descendants were all turned into burning people. Whoever went to rescue them would become the next burning person.
Some Jianlu who saw the situation clearly would shoot an arrow through the heart of someone who had turned into a fire man to relieve his pain.
Dorgon and the other flag bearers were still trying to rush out, but unfortunately they failed again and again in the face of the flames formed by the machine guns.
So they stopped trying to break out and instead sat together and began to sing an incomprehensible song. It was the folk song of the Jianzhou Jurchens, as if they were praying to the gods to take them to heaven.
Zhao Xiaofei said to the messenger: "Play music!"
Then, the entire battlefield began to be filled with bursts of erhu solos of "Erquan Yingyue". The sad and mournful melody pierced the heart. Even people of different nationalities could hear the sadness of this song.
Woo woo woo, the descendants of the Eight Banners of the Jianlu sat on the ground, and some of them began to cry softly.
"Dorgon, I'll give you another chance! Will you surrender or not?" Zhao Xiaofei shouted.
At this time, Dorgon stood up and laughed softly: "Hahahaha, I admit that we were defeated! But we were not defeated by our martial arts, but by the advantages of firearms!"
"Fighting doesn't rely solely on brute force, it also requires brains!" Zhao Xiaofei shouted with a loudspeaker.
"I am willing to surrender! I only ask the Ming Dynasty to give our children a chance to survive!" Dorgon shouted.
"No man taller than the wheels can be left alive! We will let the women and girls marry Han people!" said Zhao Xiaofei.
After hearing this, Dorgon was filled with despair. He shouted to the sky, "Oh my God! Why? Why? Why does God do this to us?"
"Dorgon! Those Han people who were massacred by you would also look up to the sky and shout like you, why does God treat us like this! Think about those Han people who were robbed, killed and enslaved by you, don't they feel wronged?" Zhao Xiaofei asked almost angrily.
Dorgon's eyes were empty as he looked at the Eight Banners descendants who were sitting on the ground and crying softly. He then looked at the soldiers who were still struggling in the fire in the distance, and tears came to his eyes.
He drew his sword and looked at the sword that Nurhaci had left him. He saw his own miserable appearance through the blade. His former high spirits were gone. Now he was like a dog that had lost its home. He put the sword to his neck with his backhand and exerted force. With a puff, blood splattered.
At this moment, all the Ming soldiers began to sing in a low voice, their voices choked with sobs and tears. The smoke of war rose, and the mountains and rivers looked northward...
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