Whether the sky outside the gate will collapse or not is a matter of the future, and now the Ming army camp in Salhu is really collapsing.

As more Jin troops rushed in, the remaining Ming troops could not save the situation at all, and all they could do was to run for their lives.

Many generals with horses even ignored their subordinates in order to escape as quickly as possible. The general's escape made the collapse of the Ming army even faster, and finally evolved into a situation where they were slaughtered like a flock of sheep. The entire Ming camp was like a Shura hell field, full of dead people, and braided soldiers pouring in like a tide everywhere.

"My lord, it's still too late to leave!"

The deputy general Zhang Guodong knew that the general trend had gone, and in a hurry, he persuaded the general soldier Zhao Menglan to break through the siege quickly, otherwise once Jiannu surrounded the camp to death, they couldn't leave even if they wanted to!

"Is it too late? It's too late..."

Zhao Menglan refused to break through, looking at the tragic scene in front of him, he laughed, and his laughter was full of helplessness and vicissitudes. I think he Zhao Menglan has joined the army since the eleventh year of Wanli, and he doesn't know how many times he has fought for the country in the past thirty-six years, and he has never been defeated, and he doesn't want to be old but he has to taste defeat outside this pass.

"Your Excellency!"

Zhang Guodong and others were anxious and shocked.

Zhao Menglan suddenly pulled out his sword and said to everyone: "This will be the grace of the country, and now is the time to serve the court, and I will never live!" ”

"My lord! Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood!"

Zhang Guodong and others persuaded hard that the capital Jiannu had broken the camp, and they had done their best, but now the army was defeated like a mountain, and it was really not possible to recover it by manpower.

"My lord, if you go now, you can save some bones and blood, and if you don't leave, it's all over!" Seeing that the chief soldier had not yet broken through, an officer who was covered in blood hurriedly knelt on the ground and hugged the leg of the chief soldier and complained.

Zhao Menglan was unmoved, drew his sword and shouted: "I want to die here, if you want to survive, you have to say no more!" ”

The generals were silent when they heard this, some people were shaken in their hearts and got up and left, and some people gritted their teeth and swore to live and die with the general soldier.

"Kill slaves with me!"

Zhao Menglu didn't look at the departing officials and descendants, only picked up the helmet that had fallen earlier from the ground, and swung his sword to kill the rushing Jiannu.

At this moment, the camp of the Ming army was shrouded by the iron cavalry of the Jin army, and no place was safe. Wang Xuan, the chief soldier of Baoding, is desperately organizing his subordinates to break through, he has lost contact with Zhao Menglan, and he does not know the situation of the other party.

Unlike the Baoding soldiers led by Wang Xuan, Zhao Meng's scale division is the Shenji battalion of the Beijing camp, all of which are equipped with firearms, but the Beijing camp has been peaceful for a long time and has not been in battle for decades, so even if the quality of the soldiers is high, the actual combat ability is very poor.

This can't be blamed on the lack of training in the Beijing camp on weekdays, but the imperial court has not used them for a long time. Since Zhao Menglan was transferred to Jingying by Xuanda, he also wanted to change the state of Jingying, but there were many drawbacks, how could he change it.

The consequence of the soldiers was that after Jiannu desperately approached, many officers and soldiers of the Shenji Battalion panicked, causing the platoon to be unable to start, or the sparse attack was powerless, so that Jiannu successfully broke the camp, and then the whole battalion collapsed.

The people who can still swear to die here are the old departments and family members he brought to Beijing from Xuanda, including the deputy general Zhang Guodong.

These people, together with a small number of officers and soldiers of the Shenji Battalion, had four or five hundred people, and their strength was so small that they were not conspicuous at all, but it was such a sudden outbreak of soldiers and horses who had the courage to fight to the death, but they caused a lot of trouble to the pigtailed soldiers who broke into the camp.

Mang Gurtai, who commanded the broken camp, found that a group of Ming troops were gathering under the command of a Ming general to resist desperately, and knew that this Ming army could not be allowed to form a climate, otherwise more defeated soldiers would join and finally gather into a large array, and immediately ordered his troops to besiege this Ming army.

Under the frantic attack of the Jin army, the officers and soldiers around Zhao Menglu fell one by one.

The deputy general Zhang Guodong was shot by the Jin army's bow and crossbow on the spot, and the guerrilla Ding Beiguo was slashed by the Jin army's long knife, his right arm was taken away, and the blood gushing out of the broken arm sprayed the face of the general soldier Zhao Menglan.

The people shouted that the horses were neighing, and it was miserable.

There were Jiannu in all directions, and the soldiers of the Ming army around Zhao Menglan knew that they would definitely not be able to go back, but no one flinched, and no one knelt on the ground and shouted for mercy.

They didn't say a word, mechanically or numbly, waved their weapons, and fought to the death with the Jiannu who came up.

At every step, officers and soldiers fell.

Every blink is a farewell to your former companions.

There are fewer and fewer people alive, and Zhao Meng's scales have been completely surrounded by the Jin army, and there are less than two hundred of them left. But they were still fighting to the death, leaning against each other, and surrounding their commander-in-chief in the middle.

Mang Gurtai was more and more surprised, no matter how such a small group of Ming troops urged, they were all immovable, as unshakable as Mount Tai, which was really surprising.

"There are Ming Dynasty officials inside!"

Manggultai was convinced that he had caught a big fish, and in order to catch the big fish, he sent his own goshkhadu.

After another crazy siege, there were only a few dozen remnants of the Ming army, but they still did not run around in fright, nor did they kneel on the ground and cry in fear, but still leaned back together, staring at the pigtailed soldiers in front of them.

Their tenacity has made opponents start to look at them again. The following Niu Lu really beat the horse, please ask Mang Gurtai if he wants to catch him alive.

Although Mang Gurtai is very anxious, he also respects men who are not afraid of death. The stubborn resistance of this Ming army made him admire them, and he couldn't bear to slaughter them all.

However, these dozens of Ming troops refused to surrender.

"Daming only has a dead general, not a general army!"

The voice of Zhao Menglan, who was covered in blood, was categorical.

"Capture this man alive!"

Mang Gurtai was furious, he wanted to see if this Ming army official who spouted big words was really not afraid of death.

Thousands of golden soldiers armed with longbows and various weapons pressed towards Zhao Meng's scales. The huge disparity in forces doomed this to be a battle without miracles.

However, there are no miracles, but there are tragedies.

In the sight of many pigtailed soldiers, Zhao Menglan, the chief soldier of the Beijing camp, smiled sadly, and then aimed the long sword in his hand at his chest and stabbed it hard.

With a "poof", the long sword entered the flesh, the heart shrank sharply, and the blood did not gush out, but flowed out little by little along the sword body, and flowed into the palm of the sword holding the sword little by little.

Zhao Menglan fell, falling at the feet of his own soldiers. He kept his eyes open until he died, as if he wanted to see if the blue sky and white clouds outside this pass were really going to change!

"Your Excellency!"

A whimper sounded in the stroke of the Ming sergeant, and then a Ming soldier was seen roaring at his companions: "The chief soldier has died and martyred, what else do I have to live!" ”

Before the aftermath fell, the Ming army stabbed a dagger into his chest. In an instant, his face twisted in pain, but he still used his last strength to stab the dagger deeper.

This scene stunned the approaching braided soldiers, and they collectively stopped in unison, stunned.

And the dozens of Ming soldiers who were close to each other slashed at their necks after taking one last look at the corpse of their chief soldiers.

There are no rhetoric, not even any voices.