Burst! Burst! Burst!

The Mongol cavalry were offensive soldiers, armed only with swords, facing arrows from all directions, and although some arrows could be blocked by them, one or two would always pierce their bodies.

In particular, the strong crossbow on the head of the city shot over, with a kind of wind-breaking sound, directly penetrating the entire body of a Mongolian cavalryman, and then the remaining momentum was unabated, and it was heavily inserted into the ground.

It was a killing, but it was a killing of the Mongol cavalry by the Ming army, and the blood slowly stained the aisles of the urn city.

The Mongol cavalry did not act recklessly, and learned a lot of formation from the Han people, and stopped charging when they were blocked by the second city gate, and only a few dozen people entered the urn city.

This is both a good thing and a bad thing, and they don't have much power to fight back at this time. Faced with an overwhelming barrage of arrows, most of them were shot into porcupines.

"Protect Taiji!"

The Mongol cavalry was indeed very valiant and appeared to be loyal to their lord. Faced with such a crisis, they did not choose to flee, but turned over and dismounted to protect Hamu Du'er.

Yes......

Hamu had already gone out and didn't look at the yellow calendar, the tears in his eyes had not stopped, and he was stabbed by a stray arrow in the thigh, and immediately shouted miserably to the sky in anger.

Lin Haoran put the tunnel pistol back, and looked at Hamu Du'er below condescendingly, and couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed in his heart. At such a close distance, he aimed at the brow of Hamu Du'er, but only shot him in the eye, and he was already unable to kill the grandson of my answer.

But all this seems to be unimportant, the important thing is that the people have entered the city safely, and the war in front of them has a huge advantage, and they are harvesting the lives of these bandits.

When Su Changyuan learned that the city gate had been closed, he couldn't help but feel relieved, and immediately gave a thumbs up to Lin Haoran and complimented: "The boss is really amazing, he can govern the country with his skills, and he can govern the country with martial arts, and he is really my Ming Wei Xuancheng!" ”

Lin Haoran looked at Su Changyuan's fat face and found that this official also had merit, at least he was honest and sincere.

When Fan Jian saw Lin Haoran's gun skills, he also secretly swallowed and foamed, and he was already looking at this left waiter of the Ministry of Rites with great attention. Suddenly, he remembered that this Lin Wenkui had a nickname in the army: Blood Scholar.

Combined with this name, and looking at what he is doing today, he is really worthy of a name that is both civil and military.

"Carry Taiyoshi to this side!"

In the rain of bullets, several personal soldiers carried Hamu Du'er to the second city cave for refuge.

Burst! Burst!

The Ming army had a clear division of labor, and although the crossbowmen were not stronger than the Mongol cavalry, they were not much worse. Faced with the unsheltered Mongol cavalry, these men had become the target of their shooting.

As if in the blink of an eye, there were already thirty corpses of Mongolian cavalrymen lying on the ground.

The Mongol cavalry was supposed to retreat immediately, but Hamu wounded Du'er and was carried to the cave by several of his own soldiers. After losing their horses, they need to be rescued from behind.

After the battle really began, a massacre broke out in the city of Urn, and there was also a battle at the gate in front of it.

A well-trained crossbowman replaced the original soldier and fired at the Mongol cavalry below the city, intending to shoot all the Mongol cavalry below.

"Save Taiji!"

Ge Ri Letu originally led his men to distance himself from the city, but when he learned that his brother Hamu was in danger, he was already rushing inside to rescue him.

With an order, the Mongol cavalry suddenly fired at the city. The Mongol cavalry did not have an advantage, but they were superior in numbers, and they were already trying to suppress the crossbowmen on the city.

"Don't lose the face of our pro-army, give Lao Tzu a top! Go up! Zhu Chengxun, the commander of Tongzhou Wei, saw several crossbowmen retreating, and immediately kicked each other's buttocks, and scolded fiercely.

Zhu Di set the capital in Beijing and transferred An Jiwei to Tongzhou. The original Tongzhou Wei was divided into Tongzhou Left Guard and Tongzhou Right Guard, while Anjiwei was renamed Tongzhou Wei, no longer under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of War, and was directly upgraded to a pro-army.

Zhu Chengxun, the current commander of Tongzhou Guard, was in his early thirties, born with a tall and mighty good physique, and was born in a noble family. He is not under the control of the general Fan Jian, and even the governor of Jiliao can't control him, and he has a lot of autonomy in Tongzhou City.

When he learned of the war here, he had already taken the initiative to invite him and brought his most proud crossbowman.

"Shoot! Shoot! ”

Geriletu watched the Mongol cavalry on the opposite side keep falling, and rode on his horse and gave a loud command.

At this time, they must not retreat, and at the same time they must protect this safe passage. If they retreat now, then his half-brother will surely die here.

Burst!

A Mongol cavalryman drew an arrow with his bow and shot at the wall above, and at the same time a sharp arrow flew down from the city, and when it pierced his body, blood poured into it.

The archers did not run on horseback at the head of the city, but had walls to cover them, giving them an advantage, causing arrows to shoot at the Mongols on horseback.

Although Tongzhou Wei was occasionally injured by stray arrows, Zhu Chengxun had a strong heart to make contributions and had been standing here to supervise the battle.

"Rush!"

Ge Rile thought of the strong brotherhood, and despite the continuous rain of arrows above, he still took more than ten of his relatives to rush into the city gate, wanting to rescue Hamu Du'er.

Cough! Cough!

Many crossbowmen at the head of the city were already waiting, and they all shot at the small group of Mongol cavalry that rushed in. It was only to their slight surprise that they saw only horses in front of them, but no people in sight.

"They hide behind the horses!"

Some people saw that after they avoided the rain of arrows, they reappeared on horseback, and they immediately reacted.

Burst! Burst!

There were people on all sides of the city, and although they managed to avoid the crossbowmen on both sides, they were exposed to the sight of the crossbowmen on the front and rear walls, and they also shot several Mongol soldiers directly.

"Fourth brother, get on the horse!"

Ge Riletu braved the rain of arrows to come to Hamu's side and helped him up the road.

Hamu put Du'er's eyes were bleeding, and his thighs were also bleeding, and he no longer had the arrogance he had just now. At this moment, he had no intention of entering the Central Plains at all, only the idea of escaping.

But he never expected that the Ming people, who he had always regarded as weak chickens, let him already hang by a thread.

"Rush!"

Under the cover of the two soldiers next to him, Ge Riletu held Hamu and stabbed the horse's ass with a dagger, and rushed towards the first city gate hole in the face of the coming rain of arrows.

Burst! Burst!

The rain arrows arrived as scheduled, and the few remaining Mongol soldiers were shot into hedgehogs.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Jun stood at the head of the city and drew arrows to shoot, but he saw that Ge Riletu and Hamu had successfully rushed into the first city cave, and immediately couldn't help but scold angrily.

"Shoot their leader, don't let them run away!" Fan Jian immediately turned around and ran to the first city, and ordered directly to the Tongzhou Wei crossbowmen in front.

However, to his disappointment, the horses flew out of the hole in the city gate like sharp arrows and galloped towards the official road outside. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, people were already thirty or forty meters away from the city gate.

The Mongol cavalry saw that their leader had been rescued, and even cheered.

It was at this moment that Zhu Chengxun stood on top of the city, his face looking solemn. But at some point, he was already holding a big bow in his hand, and he was aiming at the fleeing horses and people with a strong killing intent.