Hehe, who had closed his eyes and was waiting for death, suddenly heard a lion's roar in his ears, and couldn't help but open his eyes in confusion.

He stretched out his hand and dangled it in front of his eyes, as if he didn't believe he was alive. As his left hand shook, the pain in his chest came again, and he looked down at the bow and arrow inserted in his chest, very puzzled.

"Haven't you been shot yet? How can I still live", and pulled out the bow and arrow stuck in his chest.

As the bow and arrows were all drawn, I suddenly felt as if blood was flowing down my chest. But the feeling of blood flowing this time seems to be different from the feeling I had when I was cut on my left arm by the Ming army last time.

picked off the clothes on his chest, and saw that the so-called wound was only the size of a grain of rice. The blood that flowed on it was not even comparable to the wrestling between himself and his companions.

He took out his bow and arrows and looked at the head of the bow and arrows carefully, and found that it was no different from usual. Thinking of this, Hehey Dog couldn't help but look at the city wall.

Immediately, I found that the clothes on this Ming army were indeed much better than those of the Ming army outside the city. However, judging from their loose spirit, it seems that they are not elite. It made the black dog even more puzzled, dressed so well, and the bow and arrows in his hand were so sophisticated, how could this combat effectiveness be so much better than that of the Ming army dressed like a beggar outside the city.

"Could it be that the Ming Kingdom is the opposite of us, the strong combat effectiveness is worn in tatters, and the weak combat effectiveness is well-equipped."

Hey Dog used his brain, which he hadn't used in decades, to think about the tricky problem in front of him.

Anyway, Hehegou felt as if he had discovered a big problem in Mingguo.

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up, looking at the Ming army on the city tower, and suddenly found that he would definitely be able to attack the city gate with the strength of a Niu Lu in his hand.

Thinking about that time, I will definitely become a hero of the entire Dajin Country. Surrounded by high-ranking officials and beautiful women, I feel very happy when I think about it.

Maybe it's the high-ranking officials, or maybe the beautiful women surround them that give the black dog the motivation. At this time, he didn't care about the bows and arrows constantly released by the Ming army in the city, but straightened his waist, waved the war knife in his hand and shouted loudly.

"Brothers, rush to the city gate for me and capture the Ming Emperor alive."

In fact, he was not the only one who discovered this problem, but the hundreds of Houjin cavalry who were in charge of the attack also discovered that the Ming army on the city wall seemed to have poor combat effectiveness, and they couldn't even put bows and arrows well. One by one, they suddenly came to their senses, urging the war horses with a roar.

The walls of Beijing are twenty or thirty meters high, and once this person stands tall, if he throws something into the distance, the distance will naturally be much farther, and vice versa.

A bull led by a black black dog with a white flag, braving the rain of bullets and bullets of the Ming army, finally rushed to a distance that was enough for him to release his bow and arrows.

Well, the rain of bullets is the reverie of the black dog, because the lethality of this rain of bullets is really limited, except for a dozen unlucky ghosts who died after being shot in the eye and face, there were no other casualties at all.

Everyone stopped their horses, drew their bows and arrows behind them, and began to shoot arrows at the Ming army with their bows.

The Houjin cavalry is worthy of being the strongest army in Southeast Asia at the end of the 16th century, at least this bow and arrow shooting is accurate.

As the Houjin cavalry drew their bows and arrows to counterattack, the Ming army standing on the city wall suddenly fell to the ground and died directly with dozens of heavy arrows.

With the death of dozens of Ming soldiers, the other Ming monarchs beside him were suddenly frightened, and they shrank their heads one by one and cowered in the city wall.

Seeing this scene, Hehey Dog was even more excited, and his mind began to think about it again.

Some of the lowest soldiers cowered in the city wall to save their lives, but Wang Minghui, who was in charge of opening the west gate, was angry enough.

Wang Minghui is a thousand households in Beijing, relying on the official position left by his ancestors, eating and waiting for death.

However, Wang Minghui is proficient in eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and he has already lost all his family's belongings. And Jingying is a plaything tool in the hands of the new cabinet door to collect money, for Wang Minghui, who is a thousand households, although the official position is not big, but he is also a middle-level official, and he is naturally enthusiastic and noble

At this point, we have to pay the most attention to corruption and bribery in all dynasties. No matter how much attention is paid to which dynasty or generation, no matter how harsh the punishment is, even if Zhu Yuanzhang peels the skin and fills the grass, it cannot be broken. What's more, for this group of nobles in the late Ming Dynasty, corruption and bribery seem to be taken for granted, if you don't do such a thing, you will become an outlier.

But Wang Minghui has already lost all his family fortunes, where does he have the money to honor the above. This time, it's okay twice three times, and you can forgive and forgive four times, which is always not a gift, and naturally offends people.

After the Jin cavalry surrounded the capital, the responsibility of guarding the west gate was originally jointly responsible for another relocation and Wang Minghui, but the other Qianhu had some silver in his hand, so naturally it was nothing.

In the end, a thousand households commanded more than 3,000 people. This is really an outlier in the case of not one out of ten troops in the Beijing camp, because some of them are general soldiers, and there may not be more than 3,000 people.

Wang Minghui was already talking about Wang Minghui, and he was already depressed at this time, you must know that for such a major event as guarding the city gate, the name of the official in charge would have been reported to the emperor a long time ago, if there was a problem in his own defense area. Otherwise, a head outside the noon gate must have its own.

No matter how Wang Mingfei is, anyway, there are still cronies around him, isn't the old saying too much, Qin Hui still has three friends.

Seeing the people under his hands, one by one shrinking their heads and risking their lives, this is simply trying to push themselves up the noon gate.

"Get up, give me all up and fight back".

Wang Minghui's private shouts seemed to have no effect at all, for their group of officers and soldiers who were used to living their lives, Da Rao's order was like farting or their own lives were important.

Seeing that his shouting didn't seem to have any effect, he took out the knife placed on his waist and slashed directly at the nearest soldier beside him, and immediately blood flowed, and after the soldier fell to the ground, he convulsed twice and did not move, so frightened that the rest of the soldiers beside him hurriedly stood up one by one, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, and closed his eyes and released arrows to the city.

There's no way, standing up and firing arrows doesn't necessarily mean that you won't die, even if you die, you can get a good reputation and get some compensation. But if you don't stand up, you will definitely die, it's over, it's still a dead death, and your family will be implicated.

"A bunch of cheap bones".

Wang Mingfei suddenly showed a smug look on his face, and there was a secret mockery in his heart. But I don't know that I am actually a cheap bone, this is a crow falling on the coal pile, only seeing others black, but not knowing that I am also black.

"Li Jiahang, Zhao Qiandu, your lover will supervise the battle with the brothers, whoever dares to shrink his head will correct the Fa on the spot."

Wang Minghui, who thought this method was good, ordered the two cronies standing behind him.