Wen Mu'an had never even killed chickens in his life, and he ate cooked food, and he had never seen blood, let alone his own blood.

At that moment, his whole person was not good.

It turns out that the blood is not bright red, some are dark and black, some are salty and some are fishy...

Wen Mu'an spit out, snot and tears on his face.

He has never suffered so much in his life, who has he offended, and why has he suffered so much?

I thought that Yangzhou was a fat man with a fart oil crotch, but who knew that he hadn't enjoyed it for a few days, so he specially recruited the thief.

The Ming thief is really fierce, how can the Qing army withstand it with the same number of people?

Now Wen Muan has lost hope in defending the city. He just wants to be able to hold on a little longer, live a little longer...

But the Ming army obviously did not intend to let him get his wish, and more and more Ming troops appeared to the top of the city as if mushrooms had sprung up.

The Qing army had just suppressed this side, and that side had risen again.

The situation is already spiraling out of control.

"Hahahaha..."

Wen Mu'an broke down and laughed loudly.

"Life must be happy, life must be happy."

"Hey, isn't this Wen Fuzun crazy, why have you been laughing wildly."

"I can't tell, Wen Fuzun has always cared about the image, how can it be like this."

"It's down, it's really down."

A group of Qing generals at the head of Yangzhou City whispered, saying in their hearts that this is not good.

If Governor Wen was in a normal state, they would have something to rely on.

After all, someone has to take the lead.

Now it's good that Governor Wen is half crazy and half stupid, they have no backbone, and they are at a loss for a while.

"We have to elect someone to lead everyone."

"General Li, I think you're a good fit."

"General He, don't be funny, no one should change me."

"Then General Zhao, look..."

"So-and-so is not up to the job... You'd better choose someone else. ”

The generals, you push me, I push you, and they don't want to do this.

The situation at the head of the city was already precarious, the number of Ming troops was increasing, and the Qing army was gradually overwhelmed.

"Let's stop arguing about this, let's work together to meet the enemy first, otherwise none of us will survive if Yangzhou City is broken."

"What General Li said is, let's join forces to meet the enemy first. Drive the thief out of the city first, and then we'll discuss the matter. ”

Under the deployment of a group of Qing generals, many green battalion soldiers poured towards the place where the Ming army gathered, and for a time the two armies hedged like Jingshui and Weishui colliding.

Although the combat strength of the green battalion soldiers was not as good as that of the Ming army, they still burst out with amazing strength at the moment of life and death, and they played at a super level.

They were outnumbered and swarmed to occupy a lot of advantages.

After all, not every soldier of the Ming army has a gun, and the number of people in hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons still plays a decisive role.

The crunch of the blades clashing, accompanied by the gurgling of teeth, sounded very eerie.

Burst!

A horizontal knife pierced through the armor and stabbed into the chest of a Qing soldier, who let out a cry of disbelief and pain.

The veteran of the Ming army kicked him away, and took out his knife to slash at the neck of another Qing soldier nearby.

Maybe the knife was a little blunt, maybe the veteran soldier's strength was a little weak, but this knife didn't cut off the head directly.

The horizontal knife is stuck in the neck!

Hey, the veteran gasped, the knife on the battlefield is life, this is very bad.

He simply abandoned his knife and rolled on his side, reaching a dead enemy soldier and picking it up.

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and the veteran handled it neatly and neatly.

He took advantage of his low center of gravity and swiped up the blade to break open the chest of an enemy soldier.

The bells and whistles on the battlefield are not easy to use, but the simplest fighting techniques are suitable.

He slashed three enemy soldiers in a row, and stood there panting.

This kind of white-knuckle hand-to-hand combat is too exhausting, after all, people are not iron, and they can't withstand such consumption.

If it was usual, there would have been robes to fill his place.

But the battle at the head of the city is too fierce, and there is no formation to speak of.

In a trance, he found that he had been surrounded by enemy troops.

Damn it!

Now he was about four or five enemy soldiers away from his allies, and although it didn't seem too far, it wasn't easy to really break through.

He had to try his best.

Without the support of friendly soldiers, it is impossible to survive. In the end, he died tragically under the enemy's sword.

If you want to break through, strength and speed are indispensable.

He gasped for breath a few times before he gathered the strength to fight forward.

To live, he is going to live.

There is still a mother-in-law and a boy waiting for him at home, and he can't let his family down.

Easily dodging two frontal slashes, he was finally slashed in the shoulder by a slash from behind, blood gushing out of the wound, and quickly staining the armor red.

Hiss, the sharp pain only woke him up.

Calm, he must remain calm and must not give up.

He looked closely and found a gap in the enemy formation. It didn't look like a chance, but he had to try.

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

The strong desire to survive made him burst out with amazing strength, even if he was injured in the shoulder, he moved agilely through the crowd.

It was too late, and then it was too fast, and he stepped over lightly in a few steps, and came to the gathering area of friendly troops.

Call!

At this moment, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Help me!"

It was the last word he uttered before he lost consciousness.

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I don't know how long the battle lasted, and the knives of the fierce battle on both sides at the head of Yangzhou City were blunted.

The steady influx of the Ming army finally gained an advantage in physical strength, crushing the Qing army that had fought hard.

The city was littered with corpses, and the bricks were stained red with blood.

The defeated Qing soldiers fled down the horse road.

This also means that the Ming army finally won the battle.

As long as the Ming army controls the city gates, they can catch turtles in the urn.

How long would the Qing soldiers be able to hold on to the city even if they retreated?

Zhu Youlang did not enter the city for the first time.

According to Li Dingguo and Zhao Xu, the rebels in the city would endanger the safety of the Son of Heaven.

When all the rebels in the city have been killed and all the dust has settled, it will be the time for the Son of Heaven to enter the city.

Zhu Youlang really couldn't say anything about the two of them, so he didn't fight with them.

Anyway, it's just early and late.

"Your Majesty, Yangzhou is broken, and the rest of the towns should be fine."

Han Miao said softly with a smile on her face.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty."

"I hope so."

Zhu Youlang sighed.

Outside Yangzhou, Huai'an is a coastal point, Susong is also prosperous, only these lost territories are recovered, Nanzhili is complete, and Zhu Youlang is at ease.

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