Although the defeated Green Battalion soldiers were lucky to survive, they were still uneasy in their hearts.

It's the centurion this time, what about next time? Won't the butcher's knife fall on their heads?

After all, their lives are a matter of the master's words, and if the master wants to kill them, they can only be killed like pigs and dogs.

In order to avoid being killed, they had to try their best to capture the city of Jiaozhou.

Although it is very risky to attack Jiaozhou City, and they are likely to die in battle, it is better than being tied up and having their heads cut off.

Both horizontally and vertically are dead, and there is still a glimmer of life in the siege, and fools know how to choose.

"Brothers, rush into the city and kill the thief of light!"

"Kill the thief and seize Jiaozhou!"

Above the city, Wang Er Mazi frowned.

Seeing these Qing soldiers come back after killing, his mood was very complicated.

Although they withstood the first wave of the Qing army's attack, the physical exertion of the soldiers was very serious.

Wang Er Mazi originally thought that he could give the soldiers a period of rest, but now it seems that he doesn't want to rest.

Roll up your sleeves and do it!

"These Tartars who don't remember to eat but don't remember to beat, send them to death in such a hurry, then Lao Tzu will fulfill you!"

"Tell me to go down and pour out the gold juice."

It takes time to carry and replenish the rolling logs, and although the militia has been doing their best to carry them, they are still unable to fill the vacancy in a short time.

The gold juice and boiling oil are ready-made, and they can be poured directly.

The soldiers of the Ming army immediately poured boiling gold juice and boiling oil on it.

But listening to the crisp sound of the stabbing, the Qing soldiers who climbed along the ladder were poured flesh, and the severe pain made the Qing soldiers instinctively let go of their hands and lean back.

The ladder was already unstable, so it fell backwards entirely.

"Ahh

The soldiers were panicked, like rats crawling down poles.

But when they heard a loud bang, the Green Battalion soldiers fell to the ground like a ladder.

Even if he didn't die, he broke his arm and leg, and the clatter of his broken ribs was terrifying.

But these Qing soldiers had no choice, and still rushed to the city wall one after another.

If you retreat, you will die, and there is still a glimmer of life in advance, and you must take Jiaozhou!

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"General Gan, the Tartars' offensive is getting more and more fierce."

Wang Er Mazi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said with a little weakness.

The Tartars became not afraid of death in an instant, and came like bed bugs.

The Ming army shot empty the quiver, smashed all the rolling wood and stones, and even poured out the gold juice and boiling oil.

But the Tartars continued to besiege the city.

"Yaksha slap it."

In fact, Gan Hui didn't want to use Yaksha to shoot so early, but now there is no way.

If you don't rely on the Yaksha to stabilize the situation, it is likely to collapse directly.

The Ming army immediately urged the winch to lift the Yaksha up, and then struggled to throw it down.

The Yaksha was covered with many bamboo thorns, as thick as a fist, and smashed into the enemy's body to pierce the armor alive.

"Death to the dogs!"

"Ahh

When the Yaksha slapped on the Qing soldiers, it instantly smashed the Qing soldiers into a pulp.

The yaksha is large enough to sweep through dozens of people at a time.

The powerful impact made the Qing army tremble.

However, after careful observation, they determined the coverage of the yaksha and chose to go around.

In this case, simply adjust the position of the ladder to completely avoid the yaksha beat.

The Yaksha can carry the first round, but it can't always protect the city.

The adjustment speed of the Qing army was beyond Wang Ermazi's expectations, and a sense of crisis hit in an instant.

"Damn, Tartar is really haunted!"

"Pass my orders to copy the guy!"

All the methods of defending the city have been used all over again, and now it is almost hand-to-hand combat.

What is certain is that the Qing army will inevitably climb to the top of the city, and all the Ming army has to do is to cut them down again.

The soldiers of the Ming army drew their swords and prepared in advance, and the Qing soldiers slashed as soon as they appeared.

With a scream, the heads of many Qing soldiers were cut off.

The head flew out, and the headless corpse spurted blood and fell limply into the city.

Some of the sturdy Qing soldiers saw that the situation was not good, and squatted downward, like turtles shrinking their necks.

It's just that when they came, the Qing soldiers under them were unlucky.

They were already struggling to climb up, and they didn't have time to look up to see what was happening, and they lost their balance and fell into the city by this fierce kick.

"Ahh

One after another, screams came one after another, sounding very terrible.

"Haha, if you're not afraid of death, come."

Wang Er Mazi laughed out loud when he saw this.

That's just the case with Tartars. What's the use of a lot of people, it's not that the thunder is loud, the rain is small, and the air is lively.

"Tartar, get back to your kennel!"

Although the momentum of the Ming army is good, Gan Hui is not as optimistic as Wang Er Mazi.

Because the Ming army has been forced to use all means, but the Qing army is still attacking the city in a steady stream.

This is the advantage of having a large number of people, there is no need to consider the battle damage when attacking the city, and it is all up to human lives to fill it.

To put it mildly, the Ming army can still hold on now because there is no problem with physical strength, and once the physical strength collapses, it will be a defeat to the end.

But he knew that no matter what he said now, Wang Er Mazi would not listen to it, so he could only wait and see.

If the situation is not good, we must make a decision immediately, and we must not hesitate.

Alas, this is the end of the matter, let's take a step at a time.

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Ji Xiha watched the Qing army's siege from the sidelines, and saw the sky getting dark from noon.

Although there is still no substantial progress today, at least there are no deserters.

This proved that he was still effective in killing the dozen centurions, and it deterred many soldiers who were not mentally strong.

As for the failure to take Jiaozhou City, it was also expected by him.

After all, the Ming army was still struggling to resist.

Although the Qing army had a numerical advantage, after all, the numerical advantage had not yet been reflected at this moment.

After a few days, the physical disadvantage of the Ming army will be revealed.

At that point, it was only a matter of time before the city was breached.

So Jishiha was not in a hurry at all.

The emperor's request to him was to recover Denglai within a month.

If it is half a point, as long as he takes Laizhou within half a month, he can give an explanation to the emperor.

And in his opinion, this is a sure thing.

The sole command of the army made Ji Xiha a little floating.

If it was placed on the top of his head in the past, there was a big Buddha who worshipped it, and it would be difficult for Jixiha to come out.

But now that Aobai is dead, there is still a good chance that Jishiha will take his place.

As long as he recovers Denglai, he is bound to become famous.

At that time, the emperor will definitely reward him to show his favor.

The war in the south is tight, and Jishiha is indispensable to fight.

In other words, Ji Xiha has a bright future in the future, and if he can win a few more battles, his position in the court will be more consolidated, and it will be a matter of time before he surpasses Aobai.

After all, the emperor still has to rely on them, the living courtiers, although the worship is good, it is already a corpse.

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