The biggest difference between a crossbow and a bow is that a crossbow shot is a flat shot, while a bow and arrow shoot in an arc.

At close range, the power of the bolt is obviously greater.

Na Qing shot an arrow and headed straight towards Zhao Xu's front door.

Between the lightning and flint, Li Shishi yelled: "Brother Xuzi, be careful! ”

Only then did Zhao Xu react and dodge sideways.

The crossbow bolt was about to fly past his face, and Zhao Xu couldn't help but gasp.

If Li Shishi hadn't reminded him, this arrow would have been shot in his face, and even if he didn't die, he would have been seriously injured.

He cast a grateful glance at Li Shishi, and Li Shihe smiled and said, "Brother Xuzi, continue to kill Tartars!" ”

Zhao Xu nodded, and the fighting spirit filled his body again, and the fatigue around him was instantly swept away.

The difference between the Tiger Army and other armies is that the soldiers of the Tiger Army trust each other very much.

They are selected at the same time, receive the same training together, and grow up together.

From a recruit egg who didn't even dare to kill chickens, to a warrior who could take charge of himself, only they knew the pain and bitterness.

But now it seems that the pain is worth it.

Don't have anything to rely on? They just rely on each other!

"Kill the Tartar!"

Zhao Xu roared angrily and slashed at a Qing soldier who was approaching.

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After Hu Quancai learned that the Ming army had ascended to the top of the city, the whole person was not good.

Wuchang City is very different from other cities, it is the thoroughfare of the nine provinces.

Once Wuchang fell, the Ming army would have more options.

The big net that Hong Jingluo has been building will also be completely torn apart.

A game of dead chess is alive.

If this is the case, Hu Quancai not only has no face to face Emperor Shunzhi, but also has no face to face Hong Chengchou.

Hong Chengchou is his mentor.

It was Hong Chengchou who promoted him to the position of governor of Huguang.

He was good, in just a few years, he lost most of Huguang.

Now if even Wuchang is lost, Hu Quancai feels that he can apologize with death.

What puzzled Hu Quancai was why the thief suddenly became so strong?

It doesn't make sense.

The thief, who has been trapped in the southwest corner, has the courage to take the initiative to fight, and this alone is amazing.

"Lord Governor, the outcome is still unknown, don't be discouraged!"

Zhou Peigong saw Hu Quancai's gloomy face, and hurriedly cheered on the side.

He and Hu Quancai are now in the same boat, and if Hu Quancai dies, he will not be able to live.

The top priority now is to withstand this wave of offensive and survive first.

The thief is not an iron man, and he also needs to rest. Zhou Peigong didn't believe that they could continue to fight after this wave.

"I don't know if Hong Jingluo will send reinforcements after receiving the letter from the governor."

Hu Quancai sighed, looking very lonely.

"Definitely, Hong Jingluo will definitely send reinforcements."

Right now, reinforcements are the only hope in the hearts of Hu Quancai and Zhou Peigong.

They could only comfort themselves that reinforcements were on the way. If you hold on for a moment now, you may be able to wait for reinforcements.

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The white-knuckle battle at the head of the southern city can be described as tragic.

Compared with Dongcheng, both sides of the Ming and Qing dynasties invested more troops in this place.

The originally spacious city was crowded with Ming and Qing soldiers, and they used all their strength to fight for control of the city.

When the knife is broken, it is smashed with its fist, and when it is broken, it is bitten with its teeth.

A Ming soldier struggled desperately after being knocked down by the Qing soldiers, biting off one of his opponent's ears.

People burst out of their most primitive instincts at this moment, as long as they can kill each other in any way.

In their eyes, the other party is not even a human at all, but a beast that wants to eat them.

Naturally, there can be no hesitation in dealing with wild beasts, and if you want to survive, you must kill each other.

Armor doesn't play much of a protective role in this kind of hand-to-hand combat.

Because at such a close distance, all the weaknesses around you are exposed in front of the other person.

They can stick a broken blade in your neck, strangle you alive in hand-to-hand grappling, and crush your ribs with their knees.

Everywhere there were soldiers covered in blood.

If it weren't for the braids of the Qing soldiers, it would have been difficult for the two sides to even distinguish each other's identities.

After all, their armor is almost the same, and their faces are similar, so it is difficult to tell them apart when they are covered in blood.

A Qing soldier kicked a Ming soldier to the ground, and was about to swing a knife to slash it only to feel a pain in the back of his head.

It turned out that a seriously wounded Ming soldier struggled desperately to get up and pulled at his braid.

At this moment, the braid became a burden, and the Qing soldier instinctively fell backwards under the pain.

The Ming soldier who was kicked over took the opportunity to turn over and get up, and wiped the knife on the neck of the Qing soldier.

Woohoo...

The Qing soldiers, whose tracheas had been cut, tried to scream, but in the end they only uttered syllables that they didn't understand.

He tried desperately to plug the wound with both hands, but blood still trickled from his neck.

He kicked desperately on his legs, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

It's obviously the damned thief, how could it be him?

The Ming soldiers gave him a disdainful look, and then stepped forward to make up for it.

The Qing soldier just breathed, but he didn't bat a glance.

There is such a tragic scene everywhere above the city, there are not too many moves, and the two sides are fighting for physical strength and courage.

The people who can survive are ruthless people who have both.

No one will sympathize with the weak in war, only the ruthless deserve to survive.

This has nothing to do with the camp.

For a while, the Qing army had the advantage, and for a while, the Ming army pushed the territory forward a few points.

The two sides engaged in a fierce tug-of-war at the head of the city.

Outside the city, Li Dingguo watched coldly.

He had long been accustomed to life and death, and the cruelty of war seemed nothing to him.

As long as Wuchang can be taken, no matter how many people die, it is worth it.

This seems to be a small step, but it is a big step for the Yongli Imperial Court and the Ming Dynasty.

Taking Huguang can prove that the Ming Dynasty still has the ambition to recover the world, so that many anti-Qing people in the world will rise up one after another.

Li Dingguo is glad that he did not give up.

He was also hesitant and helpless, but the resoluteness of the Son of Heaven allowed him to find the fighting spirit of the year.

He is still the fearless teenager he used to be, and nothing can stop him!

Sun Kewang can't do it, Hong Chengchou can't do it, Wu Sangui can't do it, and Hu Quancai naturally can't do it.

I heard that Zheng Chenggong took Nanjing, which further stimulated Li Dingguo's fighting spirit.

He wants to compete with Zheng Chenggong to see who can make more contributions and build more cities.

If you take Nanjing, I will definitely take Wuchang, and if you take Hangzhou, I will take Jiujiang.

In short, he, Li Dingguo, must not be left behind!

Li Dingguo wants to prove to the Son of Heaven that he is the first fierce general of the Ming Dynasty, and although Zheng Chenggong is brave, he can only rank second.

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