It is another night and two watches, compared with the previous days, the lights at the head of Beijing look much denser, although it is impossible to illuminate the city as if it is day, but it is also transparent, as long as there is an enemy approaching, the defenders of the city will be able to see it at a glance.

However, at this time, the Mongols had no intention of sneak attack, and since the first night, their night attacks have come with great fanfare, so this defense of the Ming army cannot change their established strategy at all.

With the sound of drums and trumpets in the camp, thousands of Mongolian people carrying all kinds of siege equipment, striding towards the Desheng Gate, although they did not ride horses, but the speed of running was not slow, the distance of more than three miles, only in the meal time has been swept by, and soon killed within the range of the city wall defense.

Polo, who was short in stature but extremely stocky, took a large knife that was rarely used by the Mongols, and rushed to the front of the group, his eyes staring vigilantly at the head of the city. In the previous night attacks, they were killed and wounded by the Ming artillery, which almost became the most vigilant weapon every time they stormed the city wall.

But even so, with their brave character, they were able to kill the city under artillery fire almost every time. Polo, who was also the first brave general in front of him, of course, would not be deterred by this, but at this time increased his speed even higher, almost rushing forward in the direction where the artillery fire might come from.

"Polo, this time your task is to attract all the firepower of the defenders at the head of the city, and after they fire the artillery, the siege team in our rear can take the opportunity to kill it, and reach the city gate in a faster and more convenient way, and smash the Beijing city gate!" Before leaving, he had already heard of his face and taught him face-to-face, so at this time, Polo led people to attack with a heart of death without regrets.

Tonight is a critical moment for Ye Xian to break through the city gate of Beijing. Because the army cannot receive food and grass, they have also reached the last moment, and only by giving it a go and breaking through one of Beijing's doors by surprise can the current problem be completely and perfectly solved.

Inspired by Polo's roar, the Mongolian warriors behind him also ran out of their minds, and killed the city wall in front of Desheng's gate with an indomitable attitude. But to their surprise, this time, there was no cannon sound in the city, until they had already run past the range of the artillery and entered the dead corner, there was still no sound, only the shouts of the city head, and the ensuing rain of arrows.

But this little random arrow could not threaten the Mongolian team that had been prepared for a long time, and as soon as they raised their hands, they put a small leather shield on their heads, but their footsteps did not stop, and they continued to rush forward. Although some people were still shot by arrows and fell to the ground, the others did not pause, did not even turn their heads to look at their companions, and only concentrated on killing the city.

Polo didn't even have a shield, he only danced the knife in his hand like a wheel, and knocked all the arrows that shot above him away, but at the same time there was a burst of surprise in his heart: "The Ming army actually didn't use artillery, which is very different from before." Could it be that their artillery has really run out, and the strategy set by the Taishi before has really succeeded? ”

Although this is only a speculation on his part, the speculation is undoubtedly correct in the face of the fact that there were indeed no cannons fired at the head of the city. So he immediately shouted loudly: "They have no artillery, hurry up and kill them, and it is only today to break through Beijing!" ”

Hearing him shout this, the morale of the Mongolian warriors was raised again, and they all shouted similar words, strode to the city, and then built a cloud ladder towards the city. Ignoring the dense rain of arrows that continued to fall from the city, he stepped on the ladder and climbed up.

It wasn't until they climbed a certain height that the Ming army above could react, and under the command one after another, they poured the prepared oil and gold juice down desperately, and the screams resounded again.

At this time, in the originally calm Mongolian military camp, a large number of people and horses rushed out quickly, but between the shadows and pupils, you could see that in the middle of these horses, there were more than a dozen huge cars with huge logs in front of them. Under the front and back of the Mongolian soldiers, these crashes also went fast, and the miles of road rolled by, and they ran directly to the front of Desheng.

These crashes were siege weapons that the Mongolian people had made and assembled with all their might in more than 10 days. I haven't used it much before, because I also want to completely open up the situation in the first place. And today, when it was time to make an all-or-nothing bet, he threw in all the chips in his hand.

Moreover, there were nearly 20,000 Mongolian elite soldiers who rushed to Desheng Gate together with the crash. As for the tens of thousands of elite horsemen left in the camp, they have already been prepared, once the city gate is knocked open, they will rush straight over with lightning speed and kill into this Ming capital.

It's a matter of success or failure! Seeing that his own crash team was not affected by the obstruction of artillery fire, and went all the way to the city gate, even if he was in good spirits. It seems that the delaying and attrition strategy they used before is quite correct, and the siege battles they have been fighting day and night for days have almost exhausted the weapons in the city, at least the artillery they rely on to resist their siege weapons has completely lost its effectiveness.

The defenders of the city also immediately noticed that these more threatening crashes had rushed to them, and they immediately exclaimed. Then, the arrows and all kinds of wood and stones were thrown more urgently, as if they didn't need money, and they desperately threw at the crash car and its surroundings.

This time, however, they were able to do much less damage than they had done on the first night. Because the Mongolian people who had suffered a loss were careful when causing the crash, they added a layer of cowhide on top of it, and at the same time covered with a layer of sand and gravel baffle.

In this way, whether it is arrows, wood and stones, or even rolling oil rockets, it is difficult to cause any damage to the target after hitting it. As for the Mongolian warriors on the side, like Polo and them, they all wore shields on their bodies to protect themselves from harm.

Of course, it is difficult to ensure that they are safe with only a few small leather shields, and people continue to be hit and fall to the ground. However, this time, the Mongolian people were completely iron-hearted, and in the face of the weapons constantly being smashed down from the city, they did not take half a step back, but moved forward at a faster speed, and actually relied on human lives to fill in, and escorted the ten crashed cars to the city gate.

Moreover, during this period, the Polo Division, which was the first to rush to the city, also divided a part of the archers to release arrows to suppress the offensive of the defenders at the head of the city, which also gave the crashing team more space. And after the Ming army faced the enemy attacking the city gate and the city wall, it was obvious that some of the troops were insufficient and were about to be unable to parry.

And then something even worse happened. Only a loud bang was heard, and even the city walls seemed to shake, and it was obvious that the crash in front of the door had successfully reached the door.

And before they could recover from their shock, a continuous rumble rang out below. The crashing cars continued to bombard the heavy and solid Deshengmen like wild bulls, vowing to smash them to pieces and break through the last hurdle of their entry into the city of Beijing.

Although the nine gates of the capital are solid enough, but under this continuous impact, the slightest crack finally slowly appeared, maybe a few more times, this city gate guarding the hope of millions of soldiers and civilians in Beijing, as well as the entire Ming Empire, will be completely shattered, exposing the most vulnerable side to the enemy as ferocious as a beast.

In the Mengren military camp in the distance, listening to the faint bombardment, the corners of Yexian's mouth also curled, he had waited for this day for too long, and now, everything will become a reality, and he will become the new hero of the grassland, and become the real master of the grassland after the Great Yuan Empire!

Behind him, the Mongolian cavalry who were ready to attack also showed excitement one by one, holding the scimitar tightly in their right hands, and their eyes were looking directly at the city of Beijing in front of them, and many of them even showed eager and impatient looks. They were all waiting for their own master to give the order to attack.

But although he had already put his hand on the hilt of the knife and was ready to charge at any time, his face was still calm, and he did not give the order to attack at this moment. He waited, waiting for the moment when the city gate was breached, and ordered the whole army to charge. Because he knew that only at that moment could the morale of the whole army reach its highest point, and it would be possible to enter Beijing in one fell swoop and completely crush everything that stood in front of them!

At this moment, the entire Mongolian military camp was silent, and everyone's attention was cast on the Desheng Gate in front.

As a prisoner of war, Zhu Qizhen looked at all this, but he had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know whether he should feel afraid or gloat. He could only look at the familiar city from afar, imagining what it would be like after the city was destroyed.

Maybe what you should do is stay out of it, because all this has nothing to do with you. Now in this city, the master of this great tomorrow is not his Zhu Qizhen, but his younger brother Zhu Qiyu, who is just a superfluous person.

Everyone's attention was on the front, and the Mongolian people did not notice it, but at this time, a team of more than 1,500 Ming troops had quietly touched their flank, watching everything here from a distance.

"General, shall we kill him?" A personal soldier beside Hua Xian asked anxiously. They also saw the crisis in Beijing, and naturally felt panicked.

However, Hua Xian seemed quite calm at this time, but gritted his teeth and said: "Wait, now that the whole Tartar army is assembled, it is not enough for them to kill this little bit of people...... "Although he had the intention to kill the enemy, he was not yet carried away by this thought.

At this moment, there was a loud bang ahead, and the Desheng Gate, which symbolized Beijing's last barrier, finally could not support it and completely shattered after dozens or hundreds of collisions......