Of course, Yang Qing didn't really have to help the Li family counterattack and regain lost territory in the north.

All he wanted was the Li family's counterattack.

But even though Dorgon had shifted his strategic focus to the pass, the 20,000 Qing troops left behind in Korea were not defeated by the Li family, even if only 5,000 of the 20,000 genuine ones were all puppet troops.

It must be understood that North Korea, like before the Ming Dynasty, was also a civil noble and a military person.

In fact, their generals are even cheaper.

Dorgon's invasion and inclusion made the Korean surrendered troops soar like the green camps in history. After all, killing people, setting fires, robbing money, and robbing women were welcomed by all generals. Being the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty was obviously happier than defending the Li family. Therefore, the 5,000 Banners of Manchuria and 15,000 Banners of the Seoul still maintained their advantage over the Li family. It is said that the 100,000 army of the Li family could only rely on the mountainous areas to defend and was shaky.

Want him to counterattack...

Then I have to draw a big pie for him.

First send a battalion and then tell the Li family that there is another army in the middle of the Li family that is being transported one after another, but the opportunity for Dorgon and Li Zicheng to fight to the decisive battle must not be missed.

He can counterattack first.

Let this battalion win first on the battlefield, inspire the fighting spirit of the Li family, and let his 100,000 troops counterattack Seoul first, which is nothing more than killing more soldiers. The Li family will definitely not care how many soldiers die, and then slowly send a battalion over at any time to maintain their fighting spirit, let them be cannon fodder to consume the strength of the Qing army, and at the same time reduce the number of Koreans. In the end, they will definitely help them regain Seoul.

But it will take longer.

There will be more deaths from North Koreans.

As for Zheng Chenggong as the commander of the aiding Korea army, Zheng Zhilong did not object. He also knew that he would not be able to pass the Jinshi exam based on his son's literary talent.

In this way, the aiding troops set out.

Zheng Sen, the prince of Nan'anbo, was named Zheng Chenggong by the regent, and then led an infantry battalion and a cavalry whistle. To be precise, a reinforced Korean army composed of 1,000 chariots and 200 light cavalry. Under the escort of the Ming naval warships, he drove to North Korea from the Xiaguan Wharf in Nanjing with the sound of seeing off the drums and music.

"A battalion, Zhongyonghou is really..."

Huang Degong sighed.

"Shameless!"

Yang Qing added another word to him.

Huang Degong laughed dryly.

"I'm not interested in saving North Korea, I'm just interested in how North Koreans die more."

Yang Qing said.

"General, Huai'an Guardian reported that he brought back five thousand wounded soldiers to the grain ship that Li Zicheng transported food, saying that Li Zicheng asked the court to take care of him, and Huai'an Guardian asked whether to accept it."

An officer walked up to him and saluted.

"Accept, send it to the ambulance station in Yangzhou!"

Yang Qing said.

The rescue station he set up in Yangzhou is still tens of thousands of injured soldiers in the Shun Army, and he doesn't care about accepting more. In fact, most of the injured Shun Army did not return. Only a very small number returned to the north. All those who stayed were adapted into militias by Yang Qing and sent to Huainan military farming. Some even ran back and even brought their families. After all, compared with the drought and war-torn north, even Huainan is a good place in the south. Because of the war between the Shun Army and the Qing army, the number of refugees fleeing south once again increased during this period. They were all stuffed by Yang Qing to Huainan, a land that was deserted due to the war, turned into militias.

"Li Zicheng's fight was not smooth!"

Huang Degong said.

Indeed, the five thousand wounded soldiers represent 10,000 casualties, and this is not considered a death on the road, nor is it considered a minor injury that can barely continue fighting. If all of them are counted, these five thousand wounded soldiers represent at least 12,000 casualties. It is obvious that Li Zicheng's road to march into Beijing this time was not as easy as the last time. I have to say that this is speechless. Those officials and gentry who almost surrendered when defending the Ming Dynasty now became warriors who were unyielding invaders of the foreign race.

If they had known today, why should they have been there?

Even if they used 10% of their power to resist, they would not have been today!

"Where has Li Zicheng beaten?"

Yang Qing asked the officer.

"Return to the Marquis, I have arrived in Beidu."

The officer said.

"He becomes a snake or a dragon, it depends on this battle!"

Yang Qing took a deep breath and said.

Beijing.

"Open fire!"

Zhang Nai roared with a knife.

More than a hundred red cannons beside him lined up and sprayed flames at Chaoyang Gate. Solid bullets roared out and disappeared in an instant in the smoke and dust covering the city wall. At the same time, the shells that fought back on the city wall continued to pass through the sky, and then the soil was splashed near the cannon group.

And there are also smoke traces falling from large angles that also cross the sky.

This is the shell of the mortar.

Yang Qing friendly sponsored twelve mortar cannons for Li Zicheng, but Lao Li had to buy the shells himself. Li Zicheng gritted his teeth and bought two thousand flower shells that had caused him serious casualties. He had never taken them out and used them before. Now they are all used to counterattack Beijing. The shells falling from large angles exploded in the city and created thick smoke. However, this city is too big. Such flower shells are only psychological deterrent at most, and it is difficult to cause too much damage. Not to mention the twenty-pound flower shells of just two thousand black gunpowder, even modern heavy artillery will have to consume countless shells to destroy this huge city.

Of course, in this era, such shelling is still spectacular.

This is amazing even in Europe.

"Your Highness, your power is amazing!"

Joshua Chan stood beside Li Zicheng and said in his exotic Chinese.

Li Zicheng did not answer.

"But unfortunately, your army has no faith!"

Joshua Chan said immediately.

"Your subjects also have no faith, so when the Tatars invade, they shamefully choose to surrender. The army without faith has no loyalty, because they have no fear of the gods and no fear of the afterlife. Only when the flames of hell are waiting for the betrayers can they understand the value of loyalty."

He continued to bewitch Li Zicheng.

"Then can your God tell me why Yang Qing can't kill him?"

Li Zicheng said with a hint of mocking.

The word god was first translated into God as Matteo Ricci, and Johnson Chan continued this translation, but later, with the interruption of their mission in China, it was not confirmed again until the end of the Qing Dynasty. In the end, the word God, which was used exclusively by God in Haotian, was occupied by Yawei.

"He is the devil!"

Johnson Chan said very simply.

"He is the minion of the demon. In Europe, we usually call him vampires. They suck the blood of living people, have a long lifespan, powerful strength and agile body, cunning, treacherous, and knowledgeable. They appear in the forests of Transylvania, and cannot be killed with ordinary weapons. They must cut off his head or stab his heart with wooden stakes to kill them. But they are afraid of holy water and silver, fear of the cross, and have died under the encirclement of the church, but there are still some very powerful vampires who escape. Yang Qing is obviously a powerful vampire. He fled from the forests of Eastern Europe to the East, and the great mission given to you by God is to destroy him."

He continued.

In fact, he didn't know what Yang Qing was.

If Yang Qing is a vampire, but this guy can move in the sun, he is confused. All the dark creatures are obviously afraid of the sun. Fortunately, he also knows that Li Zicheng cannot know what a real vampire looks like.

"But I've never seen him sucking blood!"

Li Zicheng said with interest.

"They are all good at disguising and will turn into bats in the dark, which can also explain his legends that can fly."

Johnson Chan said.

"It seems that next time I meet, I have to prepare a glass of blood to entertain him!"

Li Zicheng said.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the distance, followed by cheers around him. Li Zicheng hurriedly raised his head and saw a large area of ​​obvious strange colors appear on the city wall shrouded in the distance. With a gust of wind blowing, a gap of more than ten feet wide suddenly appeared...

"attack!"

He pulled out his sword and roared.

Almost at the same time, the Shun Army, which was lined up, made a tsunami-like roar, with the dead soldiers filling the trenches as the vanes, the commando teams with heavy armor and long swords behind them, and the ordinary infantry behind them began to charge like a tide sweeping forward. At this time, Chaoyang Gate opened, the Dongbian Gate opened, and the Dongzhi Gate opened, and the counterattacking Qing cavalry rushed out and rushed straight to the Shun Army. Then the two wings of Shun Army cavalry moved forward, and the cavalry on both sides quickly collided. Then the Shun Army's dead soldiers filled the trenches quickly filled out the attack passage, and the assault infantry rushed towards the gap with the bullets and arrows on the city wall.

The Qing army infantry densely popped up in the gap.

The bloody battle of infantry began.

A real bloody battle.

The soldiers on both sides crowded together at a density that was almost difficult to turn around, slashed and even bite them with their teeth, and shot each other with bows and arrows and muskets at a distance that could be spit on each other with their spit. The dead bodies fell down one after another, and the people behind continued to step forward and continued to create more dead bodies in the same way, even pushing down their opponents and trampling them under their feet with pure congestion.

Their blood quickly soaked into the dry ground and began to flow around.

Countless stairs were also mounted on both sides of the breakthrough. The Shun Army soldiers holding shields attacked upwards along the ladder. The Qing army and gentry armed forces above their heads fought to the death to block them, attacking them with various city-defying equipment among the constantly falling shells. The dead bodies of the Shun Army were also falling, but behind them, there were more Shun Army rushing through the moat to join the attack on the city wall.

Soon the moat was stained red with blood, the city walls were stained red with blood, and the earth was also stained red with blood under the dense corpses.

This is the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

But neither the guards nor the attackers were the Ming army.

At least not the real Ming army. When Emperor Yongle built this magnificent city, he probably never thought that there would be such a bloody battle here in more than two hundred years. The two main enemies of the Zhu family would actually launch a battle in Beijing. It can almost be said to be the largest offensive and defensive battle in the history of Beijing's city construction.

Two hundred thousand Shun troops against one hundred thousand Qing troops.

Of course, only half of the latter are the real Qing army, and as for the remaining half...
Chapter completed!