The terrain of Fengwu is dangerous and difficult to attack, but the soldiers of the Ming army are not afraid of death.

Whenever a man falls, a companion must fill the vacancy he has left behind.

There is a common belief in the hearts of all people, that is, this fortress must be taken.

They tried to avoid the logs that rolled down from the stone path, and crawled up like geckos.

The steeper the mountain became, the slower the Ming soldiers became, and they had to endure a rain of arrows from the stone fort.

But none of them complained, and they moved forward like brawlers forged of steel.

Seeing this, Qin Liangyu ordered the trebuchet to shoot at the stone castle.

At her command, the soldiers rushed a dozen built trebuchets to hurl stones the size of millstones towards the stone fort.

The rebels in the stone fort obviously didn't expect the Ming army to have such a hand, and when they saw a huge stone smashed by the black pressure, their bodies instinctively shrank in.

"Damn! Back off, back off! ”

A rebel general shouted.

I saw more than a dozen boulders smashed on the battlement one after another, smashing the battlement wall to pieces.

The rebel soldiers who had been standing at the battlements and shooting arrows downwards gasped.

It's dangerous, it's really dangerous.

If they were still standing there, wouldn't they have been smashed into meat sauce?

After a short rest, the rebels determined that the Ming army would not throw stones at the stone fort again in a short time, so they leaned out and continued to shoot arrows at the Ming soldiers.

But it was the short time gained that caused the Ming soldiers who had climbed up the stone path to move a large section upward.

The Ming soldiers who rushed in front could already see the faces of the rebel soldiers on the stone fort.

"Kill the thief, for the sake of Da Ming!"

These native soldiers all took Qin Liangyu as a model and were very loyal to the Ming court.

At this moment, their eyes were wide with rage, and they wanted to tear these rebel soldiers apart.

Some of the swift soldiers even jumped onto the stone fort.

They stood on the outside and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the rebel soldiers.

The knife sees blood, and the knife enters the flesh.

They knew that if they held out a little longer, more robes would rush up, and the chances of capturing the fortress would be greater.

Therefore, no one took half a step back, and they all stood here like a stone statue.

"Kill the thief!"

The Ming soldiers had no sympathy for these rebel soldiers, who were also native soldiers.

Every knife is rushed to kill you.

Despite their superiority, the rebel soldiers found themselves with little advantage.

A group of people were entangled by dozens of Ming soldiers who rushed up, and they couldn't play their due role.

More and more Ming soldiers poured up along the stone road, and the numerical disadvantage of the Ming army was gradually reversed.

There is no point in shooting an arrow at such a close distance.

The rebels in the back row also put down the foot bows in their hands and changed to single knives to fight hand-to-hand with the Ming army.

They know very well that victory or defeat is a matter of victory.

If they can't kill the Ming army in one go, what awaits them will only be a fiasco.

The instinct to survive made the already somewhat sluggish rebels feel like they were poised and showed their fierce faces.

They all shouted and rushed towards the Ming soldiers, swinging their swords and slashing.

The Ming soldiers were not in a hurry, first lightly blocking the attack of the rebel soldiers, and then looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

These rebels are brave and brave, but they are very reckless.

When he rushes up, he doesn't care, like a wild beast.

But this will reveal flaws, and the Ming soldiers are very good at targeting.

Swing and block and stab, an inconspicuous attack opened a bloody hole in the chest of a rebel soldier.

Blood trickled down his chest, and the rebel soldier's eyes widened, apparently unable to believe what had happened.

When the waist knife was suddenly pulled out, the rebel soldier fell to his knees unwillingly.

Of course, the Ming soldiers gradually suffered casualties. The swords and guns were silent, and the Sichuan native soldiers did not have much advantage in the face of the Yunnan native soldiers.

It's just that the Ming soldiers have a stronger belief in victory, which gives them a slight advantage.

The stone fort has become a pot of porridge, and the soldiers on both sides are strangled together, and there is no formation at all.

Qin Liangyu, who was watching the battle, frowned, obviously a little worried.

If it continues to drag on and let Sha Dingzhou send reinforcements from Kunming, the plan of the Ming army's surprise attack will definitely fail.

At that moment, a rebel soldier crawled towards the beacon under the cover of his companions.

He clutched a lit torch in his hand, apparently trying to ignite the wolf smoke on the beacon.

But this detail was discovered by Zeng Ying. Saying that it was too late, Zeng Ying bent his bow and aimed at the rebel.

But at the sound of a whoosh, the arrows swirled and shot straight at the rebel.

At the moment when the rebel was about to ignite the wolf smoke, the arrow shot directly through his throat.

The rebel subconsciously threw away the torch and grabbed his neck with both hands to pull out the arrow.

But no matter how hard he tried, the arrow didn't move.

Eventually, the rebel collapsed to the ground, convulsed for a moment, and then stopped moving. Blood flowed from the wound on his neck and dripped.

"Qin Junmen, we can't drag it out any longer!"

Zeng Ying hugged his fists at Qin Liangyu and said, "Please also ask General Qin to press your own soldiers." ”

The so-called soldiers of the family refer to the soldiers of the Qin and Ma families.

Although Qin Liangyu raised a large number of native soldiers in eastern Sichuan, most of them were from other ethnic groups, and less than one percent of the soldiers of the real Qin and Ma families were born.

These native soldiers have been specially trained and trained, and their combat effectiveness is much higher than that of ordinary native soldiers.

The reason why Qin Liangyu didn't send his own soldiers at the beginning was that these soldiers were more noble, and one died less. Second, it is also selfish.

After all, the children of the Qin and Ma families have suffered heavy losses in previous battles, and it is not easy to survive some blood. Qin Liangyu didn't want to send them to fight until he had to. Many of these soldiers have more or less blood relations with Qin Liangyu, and if they see them die, Qin Liangyu and the clansmen will not be able to explain it.

But as Zeng Ying said, it is now time for 100,000 urgent, and it will be too late if you don't send your own soldiers.

"Someone, pass on my general order and send my own soldiers to press it!"

Qin Liangyu thought for a while and gave an order.

This is not the time to take care of the interests of a family and a surname, for the sake of Daming, no matter how hard it is, it will be difficult!

The soldiers of this family were very excited when they heard this.

They had different ideas from Qin Liangyu.

In their eyes, this is a great time to make a difference.

The rebels' heads are the guarantor of their success, and many of them may be able to rise several ranks in a row.

"Kill, for Da Ming!"

"For Da Ming! For Your Majesty! ”

"Kill the traitor and restore Yunnan!"

"Kill the traitor and restore Yunnan!"

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