The Revolt of the Three Feudatories: All-in at the start in Beijing

The other two centurions were both Mongols, and they were also quite straightforward. After exchanging a glance, they both drew their scimitars.

"We were originally going our separate ways, but a freezing rain brought us together. This must be the will of the Eternal Heaven."

"And Mah, you're usually quick-witted, this time we'll all listen to you, let's do it!"

After the three centurions reached a consensus, they began to send out scouts to survey the city's terrain and the gaps in the garrison's rotation, in order to prepare for the attack.

Three hundred men dared to storm a city with at least a thousand men, mainly because they killed the Eight Banners soldiers all the way up, just like the Eight Banners soldiers back then, and gained confidence as they fought!

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In the vast wheat fields west of Ningguta, nearly five hundred able-bodied convicts were scattered around, working in various places.

At this time, the wheat seedlings have just sprouted, and most people are busy weeding or watering the wheat fields.

It was July, and Ningguta had sixteen or seventeen hours of daylight. At other times of the year, people would be resting in the city.

In one of the wheat fields, five men with menacing appearances gathered together while weeding. The Han Bannermen soldiers nearby shook their heads and pretended not to see them.

One of the men with the scarred face plucked a wild grass, stuffed the tender leaves into his mouth, chewed for a moment, and swallowed it before he had a sliver of energy to speak.

"Brothers, there are fewer and fewer Tartar merchants at the ferry crossing lately, and the Tartars in the city are also on edge. I, Zhou Hu, have traveled all over the country for a reason. According to my guess, there may be some changes in Liaodong."

"Perhaps it will be the Southern Ming rebels who fight their way back to Liaodong."

One of them, who looked to be in his thirties, chuckled softly upon hearing Zhou Hu's words, ending with a mocking expression.

"Zhou Hu, you were a leader in the grain transport industry back then, and you dared to stand up against the Tartars. I, Ji Nanshou, admire you!"

"But I, Ji, am also a military officer in the Southern Ming rebel army. Ten years ago, Emperor Yongli was strangled to death by Wu Sangui with a bowstring. The legitimate line of our Great Ming has been completely extinguished!"

As Ji Nanshou spoke, tears welled up in his eyes. The other three sighed upon hearing this. They were all men who would rather die than surrender. Exiled here by the Manchus, they were tormented day and night, growing thinner with each passing day. They feared they wouldn't last more than a few years.

Zhou Hu remained unmoved, secretly lifting his outer garment to reveal the iron plate on his waistband.

"Zhou can't hold on any longer. If things don't change this month, he'll have to find a Manchu to exchange for his life..."

Just as the word "fate" was uttered, the rumble of horses' hooves was heard, growing ever closer.

Having fought against the Manchus for five years, Ji Nanshou was extremely familiar with the situation. He knew that these were not the Manchu cavalry, because there was a rule in Ningguta that all cavalry were not allowed to gallop in formation.

As long as they weren't Manchus, no matter who they were, Ji Nanshou would lend a hand.

Thinking of this, Ji Nanshou immediately rushed towards the Han Eight Banners soldiers five meters away. Despite his seemingly weak body, he took three steps in one, moving incredibly fast!

When one meter away from the Han Eight Banners soldiers, his right hand was extended directly in the shape of an eagle's claw, covered with calluses.

puff.

The throat of the Han Eight Banners soldier was ripped open, and Ji Nanshou drew his long sword and roared.

"Overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming! Kill the Tartars!"

Zhou Hu, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. As a member of the martial arts world, he believed in boasting before fighting. He had never seen the ruthlessness of a soldier before. When he did make a move, the soldier was like a sick cat, but once he did, it was like a tiger descending the mountain.

Shaking his head, Zhou Hu also pulled out a palm-sized piece of iron and rushed towards the Mongolian Eight Banners soldiers not far away.

As the head of the canal transport, he was quite capable. Moreover, the opponent was unarmored, so Zhou Hu successfully ambushed him, and a piece of iron slit slit his throat.

Since it was still the late Ming and early Qing dynasty, more than 200 of these 500 exiled prisoners were either rebels or bandits. They had been holding back their anger for so long, and they all rushed forward to attack the surrounding Eight Banners soldiers.

This is Ningguta, a desolate place. Without food, escaping would mean certain death, so the Eight Banners nobles entrusted the guard duties to the unpopular Han Eight Banners and a small number of Mongol Eight Banners.

Seeing the convicts begin killing, some cowardly Manchu soldiers knelt down and begged for mercy, offering up their spears and swords and kowtowing vigorously.

But they still couldn't escape death.

This is a blood debt, and we will fight to the death.

Shhhhhh.

The Han cavalry, carrying the black dragon flag, had arrived. Their bows and arrows were incredibly accurate, and one by one, the Eight Banner soldiers were shot down.

Three centurions charged ahead, firing arrows and shouting at the stunned convicts.

"The Tartars in Beijing have been wiped out by our great Han! If you're still a man, dare to kill? Pick up your sword!"

At this point, the three centurions were 300 meters away from the city gate infantry. It took them nearly an hour to figure out how lax the defenders were, as they were even squinting in the sun in broad daylight. Only then did they dare to launch a surprise attack.

Those Manchu women were chatting in groups at the ferry crossing when they were beheaded with curved blades before they could even react.

Ding ding ding.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The sound of gongs began from the top of Ningguta city walls, instantly rousing the languid defenders to their feet. They immediately prepared to close the city gates, but it was too late; the Han army had already stormed into the city.

Ningguta was still a new city at this time, and the paint on the iron sheet of the city gate was not scratched. However, it was the first wave of enemy troops that arrived. The Eight Banners guards were beheaded by Persian scimitars, and their blood splattered on the vermilion paint, so vivid.

After the three hundred Han cavalrymen rushed into the city, they immediately divided into six banners according to plan and began to attack the gathered Eight Banner soldiers, preventing them from gathering together.

At the same time, they set fire to the wooden houses to disrupt the city, since they didn't know how many Eight Banner soldiers there were.

Guarjia Bahai, in his fifties, was the Ningguta General of the Manchu Bordered Yellow Banner, and was currently handling government affairs at the yamen.

"General, the Han army has already stormed into the city!"

Upon hearing this, Ba Hai was startled and immediately ran to the guardhouse next door, which was the duty room of the city's garrison commander. However, he found a man drinking heavily and snoring loudly. Enraged, Ba Hai rushed over and slapped him across the face.

"Sabusu, you scoundrel! The Han army has already entered the city, and instead of deploying troops to defend it, you're here drinking heavily?"

Fucha Sabusu, aged forty-five or forty-six, was the assistant commander of Xinning Ancient Pagoda City. The slap jolted him awake, and he immediately put on his helmet.

"This subordinate will immediately go and quell the rebellion!"

When Bahai saw Sabusu arrive at this point, he thought it was the exiled prisoners causing trouble, and he was furious.

He walked out of the government office carrying a long knife, but as soon as he stepped out of the gate, a knife came straight at him.

puff.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Ba Hai's terrified expression was still visible on his head.

Sabsu immediately drew his sword to fight back, but more and more people came in, soon numbering over forty, all wearing earthen-yellow cloth armor.

By this point, Sabusu knew that the Han army had already stormed into Ningguta City, and it seemed that the Qing Dynasty was truly gone. But Sabusu still wanted to live, so he knelt down with a thud.

"My lord, although I am a Manchu of the Eight Banners, my ancestors were Han Chinese. My surname is Fu, and my name is Fugui!"