The Great Wall stretches, the dragon winds, the inner and outer places, the reckless snow.

In the midst of a cold wind, a large group of figures appeared on the lookout of the Great Wall. The chubby Huang Jin wore a cotton hat, and under the two fluffy ear guards, most of the ball-like fat face was wrapped.

The cotton robe on his body decorated him like a full ball, and the little fat man used his hands and feet to climb the Great Wall, so busy that his cheeks were sweating.

Wang Yue couldn't stand it, reached out and grabbed Huang Jin's collar and dragged the little fat man to it.

Huang Jin gasped, but his face was full of excitement.

"Brother Fugui, you are simply amazing, you are really a last resort, in the midst of strategizing, you can win thousands of miles away!"

Wang Yue hurriedly waved his hand, "Okay, okay!" You keep your ass and shoot Your Majesty! You're okay not in the palace Maodong, what are you doing here to drink the northwest wind?"

Huang Jin grinned, "Brother Fugui, with our friendship, I'll cheer you on, it's not okay."

"Okay! How not! Wang Yue pulled the hair on his ear guards and said with a smile: "I was just taken aback, I thought His Majesty was here!" ”

Huang Jin said: "You don't want to come as the emperor!" ”

Wang Yue was taken aback, what

Could it be that Zhu Houxi is really coming

Huang Jin sighed, "The little prince's illness is serious again, the queen mother, I feel sorry for my son, and I can't afford to be sick." There is only the old queen mother left in the palace to support it, if Your Majesty comes, there will be no one in the court...... "mentioned the things in the palace, Huang Jin is also very sad, but since he has come out, there is no need to be bitter and hateful."

"Brother Fugui, don't worry, in fact, the emperor still values Jizhen's side, so let me come over and act as his eyes, and take a good look at how this battle is fought." The little fat man had already heard the shouting of killing, and his blood began to accelerate......

Wang Yue bowed his head, in fact, he was really indifferent to the affairs in the palace. After all, Zhu Houxi is not a short-lived person, and the eldest son of the emperor who was born so early is usually unable to inherit the throne smoothly, and this conclusion can be easily drawn from cases since ancient times.

Therefore, Wang Yue remained indifferent to what Huang Jin said.

He reached out and pulled out a special telescope and handed it to him.

To put it bluntly, there is nothing new, just two monoculars together, and I made a binoculars for Huang Jin.

The little fat man took it, and his eyes became seams with joy.

"Brother Fugui still loves me."

Huang Jin was quite easily satisfied, the little fat man raised the telescope in front of him, only to take a look, and he was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

The little fat man cried urgently, "Brother Fugui, why can't you even see the castle just because of the Tartars"

Wang Yue raised the binoculars and looked ahead as well, Huang Jin really didn't lie, the overwhelming Tartars had already surrounded all the fortresses, and if they didn't identify it carefully, they really couldn't see it clearly.

The Dushan Fort, including the ten small forts, was like a reef flooded by the waves, almost swallowed up by the Tartars.

"Brother Fugui, Brother Fugui! Yes, isn't it over" Huang Jin was so anxious that he burst into tears.

Wang Yue pointed to his ears, "Don't worry, you listen, there is still the sound of fire, the Tartars didn't kill it!" ”

Huang Jin finally struggled to get up, listening attentively, the sound of the fire gun continued not to weaken, and it became stronger and stronger.

The little fat man wiped his tears, cheered up, and looked through the telescope to take a closer look.

This time he saw clearly, although the Tartars flooded the fortresses, but these fortresses were not afraid at all, and through the shooting holes, they kept spitting out bullets.

Dushan Fort, in particular, has become a huge hedgehog.

While the other small forts have only one floor, Dushan Fort has three floors.

Soldiers can shoot from above, condescendingly, specifically towards the densely populated areas of Tartars. Not only that, but in their hands, there were many melon-like grenades.

The structure of these grenades is not complicated, the casing of cast iron, which contains gunpowder, and some iron nails and iron pieces and the like, to increase the lethality.

When you use it, you just need to ignite the gunpowder and throw it down the shooting hole, and when the time is right, these grenades just explode in the air, and the scattered monoliths, like hailstones, fall down.

The top of the head, the neck, the body, the fragmented shrapnel passed, scarred, either dead or wounded, and a grenade can injure three or five people, the efficiency is amazing.

In just a few rounds of throwing, hundreds of Tartars were wounded and killed, and others were even more frightened and retreated. The momentum of the siege has weakened, and Dushan Fort is simply a monster that cannot be conquered.

And just as they were retreating, Li Chun came up with a fatal killer weapon.

This kid is really a shaft! Wang Yue gave him artillery and trebuchets, but he held on and did not use them when the Tartars attacked.

When the Tartars retreated, the soldiers of the guards decisively pushed open the portal above the Dushan Fort and rushed to the top of the fortress.

There is no doubt that if it were time to attack, the Tartars would definitely take care of them, and even if they had a longer range, they would probably suffer losses.

But the Tartars retreated, and it was different.

The soldiers quickly rushed up and set up the trebuchet.

Shells several times larger than the grenade were thrown...... More terrible explosions, sharper shrapnel, and in addition to this, some shells even exploded one after another with fierce fire oil.

Standing on the lookout, through the telescope, you can clearly see that the clouds of gunpowder smoke are rising into the air and the fire is filled.

The flesh and blood body was powerless in the face of this force, and the neighboring ones were blown into a blur of flesh and blood, and the limbs flew into the sky, and the thick gunpowder smoke and fierce burning could turn people into a piece of black charcoal in an instant.

Unprecedented killing efficiency, death in patches.

The Mongols felt a strong sense of despair, and they thought that their opponent was the Ming army, but until now, they had not seen what the Ming army was like.

They hid inside the fortress and shot wildly, without worrying about the consequences. They also have even more terrifying firearms that can harvest lives at will.

The most terrible thing is that these Mongols can't figure out why they want to smash this bone that seems to be worthless, but it is very difficult to gnaw.

It's not bones, it's stones!

The Tartars retreated, starting first from Dushan Fort.

It's like the tide receding, faster than when it came, and the Ming army in the castle, the fierce counterattack, added fuel to the fire.

Even the soldiers of the small fort rushed out one after another and joined the ranks of harvesting life. Patches of tartars, the tide receded.

It's just that in the midst of a rout, there are always one or two exceptions.

For example, Turka was the one who was ordered by Buchi to take the fortress himself.

Time Forward...... Luckily, he dodged the fire and rushed to the front of the fortress.

It was only at this moment that he discovered the power of the fortress.

The bastion can be said to have no weaknesses, at least for the Tartars, who lacked firearms. The thick brick walls, insulating from all attacks, and the sharp firecrackers, gave the internal soldiers the capital of unilateral slaughter.

As long as you dare to approach the fortress, you will be bombarded into a sieve at any time.

In desperation, Turba didn't know where the courage and strength came from. He poked a dagger into a brick, and then climbed the dagger and rushed to the top of the fortress at once.

Turba, who had gone up, raised his axe and slashed downward.

I don't believe it can really be invulnerable!

This guy's actions inspired many Tartars, and they climbed to the top of the fortress together, slashing like crazy, wanting to rush in and kill...... This is also the reason why Huang Jin saw that the fortress was almost submerged by the Tartars.

The reckless men clearly underestimated the fortification of the fortress, and this kind of blind chopping did not pose any threat at all. Including the wooden door that went up, it was wrapped in three layers of iron sheets, and with only manpower, it was completely a grasshopper shaking the tree!

The only effect is to suppress the Ming army, so that the Ming army cannot go up to the top of the fortress and throw the tartars, which is the only effect, but that's all.

The three-storey Dushan Fort didn't care about this move, the fire guns, grenades, and threw them down as if they didn't want money, and the rout of the Tartars was inevitable.

Turba was not reconciled, he didn't want to retreat, he felt that he could still fight, and he would rather die than rush in. Even after fighting until now, he doesn't believe much in reality.

Maybe it's just a nightmare, and if you're fierce enough, the nightmare will go away!

He is only one step away from victory!

Soon!

Bang!

Hear no, is the fortress below disconnected...... He looked down excitedly, but what he saw was a fist-sized hole in blood, right on his soft underbelly, blood gushing out, and broken internal organs also flowed out, but strangely, he didn't feel pain, but the strength in his hand quickly subsided.

Bang bang!

Two more bullets, one in the chest and one in the thigh, knocked his left leg flying...... Turba couldn't stand and rolled down.

Before he closed his eyes, he saw a young figure carrying a sharp axe and slashing at his neck...... Turba is finished, and no one wants to fight hard.

The Tartars were completely defeated......

This scene was seen by Huang Jin, and he wanted to jump up excitedly.

According to rough estimates, in front of the fortress of the Ming army, there were at least five or six hundred corpses, and even more.

In the Hongwu and Yongle dynasties, it may not be nothing, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of enemies are killed, and this result is not even a little wave.

But in other dynasties, it was a solid victory, don't forget, Li Chengliang continued to report to the imperial court, and only a few hundred people were killed.

It can be said that through this battle, Wang Yue's title is well deserved.

Send these heads to the capital, no one will dare to talk nonsense!

Unconvinced, he piled up his head at the door of his house!

"Brother Fugui is amazing!"

Huang Jin stroked his palms in admiration, and his eyes were full of little stars.

But at this moment, Wang Yue frowned, obviously, he was not satisfied.

This result, compared with the investment, is less, or too little!

In Wang Yue's dictionary, if you don't make money, you will lose money!

And Bu Chi on the other side is not an idle person, someone pays him to kill, he can kill, but if the loss exceeds the gain, this guy will give up decisively.

Hundreds of people died, which was beyond his estimates.

Slipped!

Bu Chi wants to run!

Don't even think about it!

Wang Yue said suddenly: "Order, the new army will go out of Xifeng Pass and pursue the Tartars!" ”

What the

Fight with the Tartars!

Huang Jin was so frightened that he sat on the ground again, Brother Fugui, let's take it when we see it, otherwise my poor ass really can't stand it......