The Jurchens were not easy to get along with, and when the Dingyuan battalion opened fire, these skilled old hunters stood within ten paces and fired at the defenders with heavy arrows.

At this distance, bows and arrows also have great lethality, and even because of the advantage of rate of fire, the damage output of bows and arrows is much higher than that of muskets!

Dozens of golden soldiers shot several waves of heavy arrows at a very fast speed, and the Rui soldiers and divine soldiers who were crowded together fell to the ground one by one, if it wasn't for the breastwork to cover them, they should have paid a greater price.

"Retreat! Retreat to the dock wall! ”

Xu Shiyang brandished his sword and ordered loudly.

Behind him, the west gate of Fort 153 was opened, and the soldiers of the Dingyuan Battalion, who could not stand in the rain of arrows, began to withdraw from the breastwork.

The long queue training played a role, and even at this dangerous moment, the Dingyuan battalion still maintained a minimum retreat order - the Shenji soldiers went first, and the sharp soldiers and the selected front soldiers covered each other and retreated alternately.

Of course, the Tartars would not let go of such a good opportunity, and the leading Mouke shouted, and the Jurchen warriors threw away their bows, pulled out their broadswords, one-handed axes, maces and other weapons, howled over the breastwork, and rushed towards the gate of the Dock Fort.

Xu Shiyang was still at the end, he took advantage of the opportunity for the first Tartar to jump over the breastwork, and when his foothold was not stable, he did not retreat but advanced, wielding a Japanese knife and slashing at the Tartar helmet.

Due to the excessive force, the sword slashed on the fine iron helmet, and the bell broke into two sections with a bang, but the tartar also knelt in front of Xu Shiyang with his head covered as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Xu Shiyang took a step forward and kicked him in front of the door, and the man looked up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood mixed with his teeth, and fell to the ground without moving.

Beside him, Xie Bao led 7 or 8 old drafts of the first phase, and used the heavy arrows of the war bow captured from the Tartars to shoot the Tartars that crossed the breastwork, shooting the last few people in a row, temporarily blocking the Tartars' offensive.

Xu Shiyang stopped fighting, turned his head through the gate, and returned to the dock fort.

Moments later, the gate slammed shut, and the auxiliaries added three latches in succession, and then blocked a cart full of stones behind the door.

Immediately there was a frantic slamming of the door outside, and the Tartars howled unwillingly, scurrying under the dock wall, looking for a new opportunity.

Xu Shiyang dragged a new army trumpeter and shouted hoarsely: "Go and send a signal!" Red flares! Let Xu Shiliu come over to support! ”

"Yes!" The signal soldier was also very nervous, and replied at the top of his throat, and then ran towards the top of the dock fort.

Xu Shiyang chased after him for two steps and stopped him again.

"Take a deep breath and don't be nervous! Don't send the wrong signal! Xu Shiyang tried his best to suppress the nervousness in his heart: "We are about to win, it is the enemy who should be nervous, calm down, walk slowly, and smile?" ”

Xu Shiyang saw a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Excellent! Go ahead. ”

……

"Calm down! Don't mess around! ”

Hai Linbao rushed to the wall with more than 100 Zhen Jurchens as a reserve and more than 300 Han Mouke soldiers.

At this time, the Tartars in front were still beating in vain on the gate of the dock fort with axes and maces.

Large stones were constantly being thrown down the walls, breaking the heads of the chaotic Tartars and traitors to blood.

"Don't mess around! Archery! Suppress the wall! ”

The last 100 or so true Jurchens around Hai Linbao immediately drew their bows and shot, and several militiamen who were sticking their bodies out of the dock wall and preparing to throw stones were shot, screaming and rolling down.

The feather arrows continued to fall, immediately suppressing the militia under the hanging household, unable to raise their heads.

Woo......, bang!

A red flare flew into the air and exploded into a cloud of sparks.

It's a pity that it's daytime, and if it were night, the fireworks effect should have been even more gorgeous.

Hai Linbao frowned, he didn't understand what the signal flares meant the night before yesterday, at first he thought that the Han people had reinforcements, so he sent people to the east to ambush for a day and a night, but he didn't wait for anything.

What does this signal mean?

Whatever it means, this battle has to be fought!

If the battle ends now, he Hai Linbao will come out this time, but he will not do anything except lose his troops and generals!

"Ascend to the city!"

The Jurchen Meng'an roared, and immediately a traitor pulled out the long ladder erected on the trench and re-erected it on the dock wall.

Several Jurchen warriors, who were known for their bravery, quickly climbed up the ladder with short knives in their mouths, and in a matter of moments, they jumped up a lot.

As the Tartar was about to climb the wall, rows of wooden spears were as deep as poisonous snakes spitting letters, and although they could not pierce the Tartars' armor, they were enough to push a man out of the ladder.

Then someone had a pitchfork to erect the ladder, and several people worked together to push the ladder down.

"Listen to me!"

Xu Shiyang, who was standing under the wall, roared angrily:

"Prepare 10,000 enemies!"

More than a dozen bold and strong Xuanfeng lifted the 10,000-strong enemy weighing one and a half pounds, and someone immediately helped them light the seal.

3、2、1！

"Throw it out!"

The Selectors stood up together and threw 10,000 enemies out of the wall.

At this time, another wave of heavy arrows struck, three exposed drafters were hit, and two 10,000 enemies fell on the wall!

Boom Boom!

More than a dozen 10,000 enemies loaded with a pound of gunpowder exploded at the same time on the wall and under the wall, Xu Shiyang only felt that layers of loess were rushing towards his face, and the screams were deafening!

"I'm going T M D!" Xu Shiyang was dazed, carrying a half-cut sword and rushing up the wall from the inclined ladder in a few steps.

The scene in front of him made him furious, because the crowd was too dense, two 10,000 enemies actually swept away half of the defenders of the western wall! At least 20 people fell out of the city, and another 2 or 30 rolled on the walls covered in blood!

Fortunately, the situation under the city was even worse, Hai Linbao's people stood farther away, and they were less affected, and the traitor soldiers and real Jurchen Tartars who were ready to forcibly enter the city were all within the killing range of 10,000 enemies.

Whether there is armor or not, whether it is Han or Jurchen, the god of death treats them completely equally, and does not let any of them go!

Hai Linbao stood ten paces away, his mouth wide open, and he watched in amazement as all the soldiers under the dock wall were drowned in smoke and flames, several rebuilt ladders were all broken, and the flying gravel even flew over, hitting his helmet with a bang!

The shooting of the Jurchen archers also stopped for a while, and they were all shocked by this earth-shattering blow, and many of them lost their morale, and unconsciously retreated step by step in the face of this attack that was completely irresistible to manpower.

Soon, Hai Linbao actually became the person standing at the top of the Tartar queue.

A moment later, they saw a figure in bright silver armor appear on the wall, and the guy cursed angrily before looking up.

Hai Linbao immediately realized that this should be the Xu Shiyang who killed his son.

for he was wearing the armor of Haihuri.

Xu Shiyang also saw Hai Linbao, this guy was wearing a gorgeous battle armor, and there was a shiny golden heart shield on his chest, this equipment was not something that ordinary people could afford.

Xu Shiyang raised his chin high, and his intact right hand raised the half-cut sword that had never left his hand, pointing at Hai Linbao.

Then there was a heavy slash.