In Yang Yinglong's mind, the earthen walls were obviously not as important as the palace, the people in the palace, and the treasures.
But at this time, the number of Qin Army soldiers who had passed through the six passes and climbed to the top of the mountain had exceeded ten thousand, followed by a large number of Francis guns and Weiyuan cannons. As the Hongyi cannon was too heavy and inconvenient, Zheng Ying did not ask anyone to carry it up the mountain.
At this moment, Zheng Ying had arrived at Feifeng Pass. Listening to the rumbling of the cannons, he knew that Qi Dayong had begun to attack the city in a frenzy.
Not only was he attacking the city, but Qi Dayong had also led a part of his army to fight against Yang Yinglong's reinforcements. Yang Yinglong was eager to rescue them, so he personally led his army to charge forward, barely managing to regroup the dispirited soldiers. For a moment, they were evenly matched with the Qin Army, who were on the defensive.
However, as the Qin Army gradually joined the battle, Yang Yinglong's army was weakened. They were under attack from both the front and the back. Without a rear, the morale of the army was unstable, and there was no reinforcements. Gradually, their morale weakened.
When the Qin Army mobilized their gunners and cannoneers to bombard them, the native soldiers finally retreated. But the Qin Army was relentless.
Qi Dayong had planned to share the credit of killing Yang Yinglong with the Black Tortoise Battalion. But since Yang Yinglong had come to seek death, Qi Dayong, who believed in not taking credit for meritorious deeds, would not be soft-hearted. He ordered that Yang Yinglong's head must be chopped off no matter what.
Yang Yinglong was wearing the most luxurious armor, which could be easily seen at a glance. So, the soldiers of the Qin Army launched a fierce attack on Yang Yinglong.
The native soldiers were constantly retreating. Except for Yang Yinglong's personal guards who were still fighting against the Qin Army, the rest were surrounded by the Qin Army.
Not only that, their retreat was cut off. The connection between the earthen wall, Yang Yinglong's palace, and the palace was all cut off by the Qin Army. The remnants of the three sides were fighting separately.
The result was self-evident. Yang Yinglong's 7,000 reinforcements were the first to collapse. They were surrounded and killed by the Qin Army. Their corpses piled up like a mountain, and blood flowed like a sea. Only the 1,000 elite men of sacrifice from Yang Yinglong's headquarters were still fighting, desperately approaching the palace.
It had to be said that at the last moment, Yang Yinglong did not choose to escape or surrender. Instead, he personally led his troops to fight. He could be considered to have some backbone. However, of course, there was no possibility of him escaping or surrendering. Both possibilities were blocked by Xiao Ruxun.
As a result, Yang Yinglong was forced to become a man who would fight to the death.
He led his 1,000 elite men of sacrifice to fight desperately, and kept attacking the front line of the Qin Army, fighting fiercely with the Qin Army, trying to break the front line and rush into the city.
As long as he could get into the city, he could at least defend the city with all his might. There was enough food in the city, and the Qin Army would not be able to break through the city in a short time, right?
However, his operation was not smooth at all. It seemed that the Qin Army did not intend to let him enter the city easily. Instead, they surrounded his men of sacrifice tightly. At the beginning, the battle of sabers had turned into a sudden thrust of spears.
On the battlefield, the longer one was, the stronger one was. Soldiers with spears had an advantage over those with sabers. Countless bright spears surrounded Yang Yinglong's men of sacrifice, stabbing and stabbing, leaving countless holes in their bodies. Blood gushed out, and the spears quickly pushed towards Yang Yinglong, who was in the center.
The Men of Sacrifice resisted in vain. They fought until the very last moment, and even threw themselves at the spears with no regard for their lives. They wanted to kill even one of the spears, but unfortunately, before they could do so, they were pierced by even more spears, and some of them were even stabbed into a bunch.
The spearmen of the Qin Army pressed on, and the men of sacrifice kept dying. The encirclement was getting smaller and smaller. Yang Yinglong, who was protected in the center, could not accept the fact that he was about to die.
However, this was the reality. He could no longer get close to the city. He could no longer enter the palace.
Finally, the last three men of sacrifice were stabbed to death by spears. Yang Yinglong roared aimlessly as he waved the saber in his hand. The soldiers obeyed the order to capture him alive, so they did not dare to stab him to death.
But soon, under the leadership of an officer, the officer held the spear in reverse and aimed it at Yang Yinglong, then shot him in the back. Yang Yinglong spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. The rest of the soldiers followed suit and used their spears to hold Yang Yinglong captive.
The insufferably arrogant Heavenly King of Bozhou, Yang Yinglong, was captured without a fight. Seeing that reinforcements had appeared outside the city, but the reinforcements were separated and destroyed, the defenders of the palace finally collapsed. Although the last defender, Yang Shi, was very dutiful in killing the deserters, it was impossible to kill the deserters who had collapsed.
The soldiers of Bozhou on the city wall collapsed, and the Qin Army outside the city quickly destroyed the city wall. Then they went down and opened the city gate. After Qi Dayong reiterated the military order and rules, he took the lead and rushed into the palace.
There was still resistance inside the palace, but Yang Shi did not give up. Although the palace had been breached, there were still defensive facilities that could be used. He still had his trusted soldiers, so he ordered his trusted soldiers to continue fighting in the streets, while he led his men into the palace, trying to protect Tian Xiufeng and the others from the encirclement.
As early as when Feifeng Pass was under attack and Yang Shi led his troops to help, Tian Xiufeng was already mentally prepared.
She had gathered all of Yang Yinglong's concubines, children, and the rest of the clan. Everyone had brought along the luxurious suicide bag that Yang Yinglong had bestowed upon them before he left. Men, women, old, and young all gathered together. It should have been a joyous and harmonious festival of reunion, but now, it seemed rather sad.
Everyone gathered not to eat and drink, but to commit suicide.
The concubines wept, and even the children cried. Although some of them were too young to know why they were crying, it did not stop them from crying.
"I don't want to die …"
"Me too, I don't want to die …"
"The Heavenly King will come back, I don't want to die, Madam …"
A group of concubines surrounded Tian Xiufeng, crying, hoping that Tian Xiufeng would not give the order for everyone to commit suicide, but Tian Xiufeng knew very well that the last moment was coming. She hardened her heart and said, "The Heavenly King will not come back. For the Heavenly King, and for yourselves, commit suicide!"
Tian Xiufeng's words were very harsh, and the concubines cried even more crazily, making Tian Xiufeng's heart break.
When did she want to die?
"You can still commit suicide now, and you can still maintain your reputation. If you drag out an ignoble existence, when the imperial army comes in, they will rape you first and then kill you! You still have to watch helplessly as the children are killed, and you can't do anything about it. How many of these things have happened? Don't you understand? When did I want to die?! "
Tian Xiufeng cried out sorrowfully, saying something that every adult here understood.
In the past, when Yang Yinglong was arrogant, he was not merciful to those who had been defeated. He did what he had to do, and those women were either used by himself or given to his subordinates, and all of them ended up miserable.
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