How could the bandit leader Li Zicheng and He Wenlong not know, he didn't dare to slack off, condescendingly clasped his fists, and said loudly: "He is not a pedantic person, the general is very grateful for coming to the rescue today, but can General Li give He a reason?" ”

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, Li Zicheng looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, shouting loudly: "We are the people and thieves in the mouth of the government, but we are the people of the Ming Dynasty!" The men of the Ming Dynasty are not yet dead, how can they allow the barbarians to trample on our country's land and wantonly burn and loot! Li led 100,000 troops, abandoned life and death, and was willing to correct the name of China! General He, I don't know if this reason is possible? ”

He Wenlong beat his chest with both hands, his voice was like a drum, he pulled out the war knife on his waist and pointed at the battlefield, and shouted without hesitation: "General Li's righteousness is enough!" The generals will listen to the order, the blade will point, the soldiers will go, attack inside and outside, open the city gate, and go to battle! ”

The gate of Nandaying was opened, and the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty swept away along the city wall towards the battlefield like a monstrous flood. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Who brings what kind of soldiers, Guan Shanyue is a full warmonger, and his subordinates are like him, they are also full warmongers.

The creed of the officers and soldiers of the Nanda Battalion is to either live madly or die happily. The 70,000 officers and soldiers truly explained what it means to be warmongers, and when the enemy was several times their own, they went to the commander's tent again and again to ask for battle. He Wenlong, who was engaged, almost lost his mind, and impulsively agreed.

After repeated suppression, these 70,000 soldiers are 70,000 powder kegs, and together they are a huge powder keg. Now He Wenlong's military order completely ignited this huge explosives arsenal, and pushed them to the battlefield without hesitation.

Real soldiers are not afraid of life and death, and it just so happens that the officers and soldiers of the Nanda Battalion are all men with unique blood, and they are all top men.

He Wenlong stood at the head of the city, looking at the Four-Nation Alliance Army and Xiang Yong, who were fighting desperately with the peasant army on the battlefield, and muttered proudly in an almost inaudible voice: "This group of miscellaneous people will die!" It was their luck to meet the officers and soldiers of the Nanda Battalion, and it was even more their misfortune! ”

Seventy thousand people poured out of the nest, and as soon as they stepped into the battlefield, they immediately entered a state of madness, and quickly advanced towards the enemy's tent in the center of the battlefield with a standard three-stage attack.

Where was originally the rear of the Four Nations Alliance Army and Xiang Yong who thought it was safe, with the addition of the peasant army, it has now become the center of the battlefield.

The officers and men of the Nanda Battalion had never fired so heartily, and it took less than a quarter of an hour to shoot out all the ammunition in the magazine.

There was no need for the officers to give orders, and now there was no need to think about the accuracy of the shot, they loaded their bayonets and rushed over like a hungry tiger seeing its prey, thinking of the enemy not far away.

The Englishman General Spit was the commander-in-chief of the campaign, and just yesterday he bragged to Wang Haifeng, the minister sent by King Fu, that he would be able to take the Nanda camp today and pull out the last nail of the Ming army in Shandong.

Under the internal and external attacks of the peasant army and the Ming officers and soldiers, the dumpling four-nation coalition army and the Xiangyong were defeated and retreated, and victory or defeat was really a matter of an instant.

Spit is now thunderous, and the Ming peasant army that does not play cards according to the routine makes him thunderous, but he is helpless.

Wang Haifeng still firmly believed that the attack on the Southern Battalion was a matter of easy capture yesterday, and now his layman, who knew nothing about military affairs, could also see that the Four-Nation Alliance Army and the villagers were already in danger, and couldn't help urging again: "General Spit, please come up with an idea, those enemy troops in the Southern Battalion are all wolf cubs who kill people without blinking, if you hesitate, we will all die here today!" ”

Spit stood on the left side of Wang Haifeng, his backhand was a crisp big mouth, and he scolded in blunt Chinese: "You spicy next door, you dead businessman knows how to fight a fart, and then urge me to be careful Lao Tzu kills you!" ”

Wang Haifeng was whipped by Spit's big mouth, and his eyes were full of Venus, and it took several turns to stabilize his body. Since he climbed to the high branch of King Fu, no one has ever been so presumptuous to him.

He looked at the arrogant Spit angrily, stretched out his right hand and pointed at his big nose and scolded: "Foreign devil, I'll your grandma!" Lao Tzu is now the minister of King Fu, and if you hit me, you are slapping Da Ming in the face! Nine out of ten battles have made you fight like this, you still have a face!? You're spicy ......."

It was only when Spit took out the short-handled firearm pinned to his waist and aimed it at Wang Haifeng that he stopped the abuse, glared at Spit with fire-filled eyes, and left the Chinese military tent with his sleeves.

The war has reached the stage of white heat, and on a battlefield less than twenty miles wide, the two anti-dumping sides have launched a crazy and bloody tug-of-war.

The Four-Nation Alliance gritted their teeth and used their blood to interpret their bravery, especially after they found out that not only did the peasant army not accept prisoners, but also the Ming army in the northern court did not accept prisoners. At this moment, the enemy is a group of bloodthirsty oriental devils in their eyes, and they have reached the point where they are exhausted and have no way to retreat!

The intimacy of the cooperation between the Ming army and the peasant army on the battlefield was like a husband and wife, and the same pace was as if the war was commanded by one person. If you don't know the details, you won't be able to tell that they are a pair of former rivals.

The officers and men of the Nanda Battalion were not afraid of death, pursued and attacked the invading enemy troops fiercely, and returned the favor with the other's way, and they used the enemy's blood to wash away the shame of being chased and killed all the way in the past.

Most of Li Zicheng's peasant army are northwestern men, and they are all competitive masters, watching even the leaders of the official army wield two kitchen knives to slash and kill in the enemy army, and they are even more unwilling to be left behind at this moment.

The form on the battlefield changed rapidly, Spit's repeated adjustments to tactics failed to break through, and at this moment this proud rooster fell into despair, and his former self-confidence disappeared under the impact of the Ming army and the peasant army. It could be seen from his flustered eyes that he was on the verge of collapse, and now he couldn't even issue a decent military order.

The four-nation coalition forces on the battlefield were forced to launch a frantic self-rescue. When the kings of the countries promised them a reward of 100 gold coins each, they set foot on the ships of the Eastern Expedition, and they came to make a fortune, and they did not want to die without even seeing the shadow of the gold coins.

Trapped beasts, this group of dying four-nation coalition forces chose to burn their own lives and do their best to fight for that glimmer of life. They had never been so eager or, in groups of three or five, fighting on their own, launched a frantic counterattack against the approaching Ming army and peasant army.

However, they underestimated the revenge of the Ming army. They are wild beasts, and the officers and soldiers of the Southern Battalion are wild men.

Wang Haifeng was angry and originally wanted to lead the townsmen to surrender, but seeing that the surrendered foreign devils were chopped into meat puree like the peasant army and the Ming army chopping melons and vegetables, he completely gave up this idea.

Anxious and unscrupulous, surrounded by the family, he threw his official uniform to the ground, pulled out a military uniform from the dead villager and put it on his body, and after careful observation, he took advantage of the chaos to rush to the weakest corner of the peasant army's defense on the battlefield.