Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 387 Chapter 387, the cannon blasted Shenyang City, and the Ming army went straight into the Qing Palace

Zhu Cihong actually didn't know anything about the changes in Shengjing City.

Or in other words, he doesn't care about it anymore.

Because on this day, another ten Hongyi cannons arrived at the front line of Shenyang City.

The British public looked at the dozens of red cannons lined up, and couldn't hide their excitement.

"Your Highness, we have more and more cannons, and the enemy's city walls are getting more and more broken. It seems that the time to defeat Shenyang and eliminate Jiannu is now!"

Outside the city wall, more than ten thousand Ming troops waited quietly for the moment when the cannon blasted through the city.

In the city, Dorgon became more and more anxious. He approached Jierhalang to discuss an extremely bold plan.

"Prince Zheng, the situation is getting worse and worse. It's time to fight to the death."

"This old man also feels the same, but I don't know how Prince Rui plans to fight?"

"Send a surprise soldier to attack and destroy the Hongyi cannon of the Ming army!"

"What? Prince Rui, you have to know that no matter how many cavalry we send, they will never come back."

"Prince Zheng, do we have any other options? If the Hongyi cannons continue to bombard like this, the city wall will be unable to withstand it in the next few days!"

Having said that, Jierhalang was still hesitant and couldn't make up his mind right away.

Too much risk!

Dorgon suppressed his temper and urged Jierhalang.

After a long time, Jierharang let out a sigh of relief and looked at Dorgon.

"Forget it, if Shengjing City is doomed to be doomed, then you and I will bear the responsibility! Prince Rui, we will do as you say."

Dorgon was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Prince Zheng, don't worry. I've been thinking about it for several days, and I still have some chances of success!"

Just when the two of them made up their minds and were about to carry it out, suddenly the floor of the room shook slightly.

The vibration wasn't too violent, but the cups on the table still shook and made a clanging sound.

The two looked at each other, and a bad premonition welled up in their hearts.

Dorgon called the captain of the personal guard outside the room and asked him to find out what was going on.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Dorgon couldn't help himself, and broke the silence: "Prince Zheng, why don't we discuss who should lead the army out..."

The hurried footsteps and knock on the door interrupted Dorgon's words, and the anxious voice of the captain of the personal guard came.

"Master, something is wrong, the Ming army has broken the city!"

Dorgon's face suddenly became extremely pale.

With a bang, the water glass in Jierharang's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

……

The walls fell.

After a whole month of continuous bombardment, the city wall, which had been renovated and reinforced many times by the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, was still unable to withstand the power of the cannon.

Accompanied by the earth-shattering sound of the collapse, after the smoke and dust dissipated slowly, a huge gap, at least three feet above, appeared in everyone's eyes.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Cihong looked around and smiled brightly.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Beat the drums, and the whole army strikes!"

The thunderous war drum sounded.

Countless Ming troops rushed out like a tide, rushing towards the walls of Shenyang City.

Many Ming generals had red eyes and roared frantically.

"Give it to me, the first achievement of entering the city this time, must be won by me!"

Everyone rushed towards the city wall in a hurry, lest they miss the credit that was destined to be recorded in the annals of history this time.

The Qing army closest to the crack in the city wall reacted quickly. They shot arrows desperately, trying to stop the attack of the Ming army.

However, at this moment, both the fighting power and the will of the Qing army have dropped to the bottom. Facing countless Ming troops with high morale, the Qing army who wanted to resist was not able to buy much time, and was broken through by the Ming army.

The Ming army began to enter the city, and the battle spread to the city.

The good news just keeps coming.

"Your Highness, our army is conducting an assault on Jiannu Miyagi!"

"Your Highness, you have just wiped out all the enemy troops at the South Gate!"

"Your Highness, the south gate is open!"

Amidst the heavy creaking sound of gold and iron, the south gate of Shenyang City was opened.

More and more Ming troops swarmed into the city, and the cheers that shook the sky resounded through the sky.

Zhu Cihong let out a long breath, and turned to look at the British Duke who was so excited that he could hardly control himself.

"British Lord, from now on, we can finally erase the name of Manchu from history."

The British father showed an extremely bright smile.

"That's great, Your Highness. It's very good!"

Dorgon was a little dazed.

The moment he learned that the Ming army had broken into the city, Dorgon knew clearly that everything was over.

Jierhalang had disappeared at some point, and Dorgon didn't bother to pay attention to it, and still stood there quietly, motionless.

The captain of the personal guard was anxious, and grabbed Dorgon's arm: "Master, there is no longer any delay. The enemy army has already entered the city in large numbers. Before the north gate is under the enemy's control, let's leave there quickly!"

Dorgon's mouth moved slightly, and he asked a question: "Leave? Even if you leave here, where can you go?"

The captain of the personal guard was stunned for a moment, and then said: "We can go back to Hetuala! We can go into the mountains, and the Ming people will not find us there. Let's go, master, if it is late, it will really be too late!"

Dorgon sighed, shook his head and said, "Hetuala? Where...there are no more of those people."

Decades ago, Nurhachi relied on thirteen armors to raise troops from Hetuala to rebel against the Ming Dynasty, and grew and occupied the entire northeastern China.

But now, those who followed Nurhachi to fight here and there have already left Hetuala together, so what's the use of going back?
Dorgon's face was gloomy, and all thoughts were lost.

The sound of shouting and killing has already begun to be faintly heard outside. The captain of the personal guard was in a hurry, and he directly asked someone to bring Dorgon's horse, pushed Dorgon up forcibly, and then led the personal guards to guard Dorgon in a hurry left.

Just as Dorgon left the Manchu Palace, a large number of Ming troops arrived behind him.

Although everyone in the world knew that the little Emperor Fulin of the Qing Dynasty was just a puppet, but even a puppet was still an emperor!
In the Manchu Palace, it was already a mess at this moment.

Empress Dowager Dayuer rushed to the little emperor Fulin's bedroom immediately after hearing the news of the city's destruction. At this moment, she was holding the little emperor's hand and became an ant on the hot pot.

"Where is Prince Rui? Where has Prince Rui gone!" Da Yuer asked repeatedly.

At the beginning, there were still a few eunuchs looking for Dorgon's whereabouts, but as time passed, Da Yuer suddenly discovered that there was no one around her and the little emperor Fulin.

"Come on, come on, come on!"

Amidst Da Yuer's hoarse shouts, an old eunuch hurried in and was taken aback when he saw Da Yuer and Fulin.

"Queen Mother, why are you still here? The Ming army has entered the palace, please take Your Majesty and escape for your life!"

(End of this chapter)