The speed advantage of the cavalry over the infantry was vividly reflected at this moment, and the Ganzhou soldiers who were not able to retreat for a while were suddenly hit by the war horses, and those who were lucky enough to escape were stabbed by the cavalry's spears.

Liu Yunshui rose up and rushed to the other end of the cart array, but he soon fell into a predicament, for the cavalry, the space in the cart array was too small, and there were many obstacles, rushing into hundreds of cavalry at once, not only could not raise the speed, it was difficult to even turn around, and in the end, he almost stood in place and killed the infantry in Ganzhou.

At critical moments, the assistance of infantry is also needed.

At the same time that the Ganzhou soldiers were driven to the other end of the cart array, the Xining infantry followed closely with their own cavalry, dragging the carts at the southern end one by one, and the cart formation was less than half of the original.

Although Yang Zhaoji has been on the battlefield for a long time and has fought with the Jurchen cavalry, in the face of the general trend, his personal strength has been difficult to come back to life, and he saw that the cart formation could no longer stop the cavalry attack, so he had to give up the cart formation and personally lead hundreds of soldiers to break through.

Seeing that victory was in sight, how could the Xining army be willing to return to the mountains? The Xining rifle had long been aimed at these soldiers who had broken through, and on the outskirts, Li Guo's cavalry had cut off the rear route of the Ganzhou army early and squeezed it from the north.

The sound of the impact of metal, the whistling of rifle bullets and the screams of the wounded soldiers constitute the most tragic symphony in the world, the audience here seems to be only Li Zicheng, and Mei Zhihuan, who has been watching the battle, saw such a scene, and his face changed color.

Yang Zhaoji saw that the general trend had gone, so he stopped the assault, the scimitar in his hand slowly drooped down, and the red blood gradually penetrated the desert below along the tip of the knife, and there was no trace of him again.

After a long time, he suddenly remembered the five-day time set by Yue Shiquan, it seemed that this goal could not be achieved, and he no longer cared about how Yue Shiquan could be folded.

The steel knife was slowly raised, the blood stains were infinitely magnified in Yang Zhaoji's eyes, and the heavens and the earth seemed to spin.

Yang Zhaoji took one last look at the city, then closed his eyes in despair, he couldn't bear to look at everything in this world anymore, relieved, finally liberated, he pulled the steel knife suddenly, wanting to freeze his mind in the final blood red, which is the best interpretation of the general.

"My lord......" A personal soldier struggled to take Yang Zhaoji's steel knife.

"Let go!" Yang Zhaoji was like an angry lion, and pushed away the soldiers around him, "Defeated so far, what face do I have to meet the governor and the prison army?" And what face did he return to Beijing...... I can't be a prisoner of war...... Let me keep the last shred of dignity......"

"My lord, victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers...... The two pro-soldiers who came to their senses hurriedly rushed up and hugged Yang Zhaoji's arm, but Yang Zhaoji was very strong, and the two sides were deadlocked, and the blade was only three or four inches away from the neck, at most, but they couldn't move a minute for a while.

"Your Excellency...... You can't leave us behind......" Two more soldiers grabbed it, and finally grabbed the steel knife, still on the side.

Yang Zhaoji sat on the ground, his eyes were hollow, his eyes were distracted, and he just squirmed his lips mechanically, but he couldn't say a word.

Li Zicheng saw this scene from afar, called He Xiaomi, whispered a few words, He Xiaomi passed the order, and the Xining army suddenly shouted in unison: "Those who surrender will not die...... Those who descend will not die......"

Yang Zhaoji suddenly realized that the Xining Army finally gave his brothers a way to live, whether it was a lie or not, he had no choice, he stood up suddenly, glanced at the Xining Army on the opposite side, and said slowly: "Brothers, come down, you have done your best, the responsibility for the defeat of the war lies entirely with me......"

No matter how Yue Shiquan folded, no matter how the imperial court characterized this battle, he Yang Zhaoji knew in his heart that the soldiers had done their best, and the defeat was not the responsibility of the soldiers, but that this battle should not have happened.

Yang Zhaoji took advantage of the fact that his own soldiers were not taken, and quickly picked up the steel knife.

But the Xining soldiers had already rushed over, perhaps discovering his unusual identity, and they rushed up, snatched the steel knife, and tied it with ropes.

There is no need for Yang Zhaoji to mention it, the Ganzhou soldiers have already knelt on the ground, allowing the Xining military ropes to be trapped and strong, the seriously wounded soldiers are killed, the lightly injured soldiers are bound, and the time of a pillar of incense is not consumed.

Yang Zhaoji had mixed feelings, how long has it been, and the originally high-spirited Ganzhou soldiers ...... He twisted his body and shouted loudly: "Li Zicheng, I want to see Li Zicheng......"

Li Zicheng was inspecting the carts of the Ganzhou Army, whether these bulky treasures were kept to transport grain and grass, or were they melted by craftsmen and then cast into Xining rifles...... Hearing Yang Zhaoji's shout, he took two diagonal steps and came to Yang Zhaoji: "I am Li Zicheng, you are ......"

"Yang Zhaoji, the chief military officer of Ganzhou!" Yang Zhaoji looked at Li Zicheng with unyielding eyes, and his heart moved, he was defeated by such a young man?

"Oh? Are you Yang Zhaoji? Li Zicheng smiled faintly, as if he was looking at a work of art that was about to be destroyed, "No wonder I was going to commit suicide just now, thousands of Ganzhou soldiers are gone, as the chief military officer, I should apologize to the imperial court!" Li Zicheng didn't believe that he really wanted to commit suicide, just now he was just making a show for his own soldiers, if he really wanted to commit suicide, even if he was bound, he could bite off his tongue.

"In your hands, I don't plan to live," Yang Zhaoji rolled his eyes. I didn't expect Li Zicheng to ridicule him so much, "It's just...... It's just that before I die, I want to know why the firearms of the Xining Army are so sharp......"

"This question, it's a long story, and I won't be able to say it clearly for a while," Li Zicheng was calm, the main force of the Ganzhou army had been wiped out, and his confidence had increased greatly, "When Ganzhou City is broken, let's talk slowly in the evening!" ”

"At night?" Yang Zhaoji suddenly had a black line on his face, "Ganzhou City has thick walls, sufficient grain and grass equipment, and the sergeants are concentric, can you take Ganzhou City in half a day?" Don't! ”

"Half a day?" Li Zicheng laughed, "One hour is enough, Lord Yang is optimistic." ”

He looked up at the sky, and it should be noon in the middle of the sun, so he no longer paid attention to Yang Zhaoji, but handed down an order to let the soldiers rest for half an hour, eat some dry food, replenish water, and start attacking the city after half an hour.

In order to prevent the soldiers in Ganzhou City from escaping, the cavalry of Liu Yunshui and Li Guobu took the lead in rushing to the city to patrol and use the speed of the cavalry to deter the soldiers in the city.

In the southern city of Ganzhou, Mei Zhihuan has been watching the battle at the head of the city, watching Yang Zhaoji's army defeat, but he did not dare to reinforce, the defenders in the city are too few, even if they go up, it is useless, stay in the city, and they can also hold the city.

At this time, he already knew that Yang Zhaoji was defeated and captured, but none of the soldiers escaped, which was really much to his surprise, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh.

The main force is gone, how many days can the remaining remnants of the city hold on? His eyes were dilated, and his vision became more and more blurred, and he did not come back to his senses until his own soldiers told him that the Xining army was having lunch and the cavalry had broken through into the city.

There is no need for Yue Shiquan, he wants to apologize to the court himself.

Now Ganzhou has been surrounded on all sides, and it is impossible to send personnel to deliver the letter, so it can only pass the book to the imperial court.

Mei Zhihuan didn't care about lunch, and with the support of his personal entourage, he staggered out of the city, returned to Fuya, spread out the paper and pen alone, and his right hand touched the pen and paper......

Half an hour later, the lunch of the Xining infantry had been completed, and the gunners under Ma Youshui immediately marched towards Ganzhou City, while the two hundred infantry left by Li Guo used ropes to string the Ganzhou troops into a string and slowly marched towards Ganzhou.

When Liu Yunshui and Li Guo heard that Li Zicheng had come to the city, they immediately came to pay their respects, "My lord, the brothers are ready, when will the siege begin?" ”

Li Zicheng glanced at the southern city and said, "How is the Ganzhou army in the city?" Are there any signs of a breakout? ”

"No, in addition to fear, they should want to use the city wall to resist stubbornly."

"The two of you immediately block the west and north gates, don't let go of an enemy soldier," Li Zicheng looked at Ma Youshui beside him again, "The gunners are divided into two groups, surrounding the east and south city gates, the east city feints, and the south city is the main attack." ”

Whenever the city is attacked, in order to reduce the will of the defenders in the city to resist, they generally "surround three queyi", giving the defenders hope to escape, they will have no intention of defending the city, but Li Zicheng is bullying the defenders in the city this time The number is not large, so as to besiege the city on all sides and not give the defenders the hope of escaping.

"Yes, sir." Although Ma Youshui wanted to attack, for the cavalry, siege is not a strong point, and the cavalry is extremely difficult to train, and it takes a lot of time, so he can't afford to suffer casualties, so he didn't raise any objections.

Li Zicheng took his own soldiers, retreated slightly, and personally supervised the battle outside the southern city.

Looking at the troops from Ganzhou who came from afar, Li Zicheng really wanted to have a good talk with Yang Zhaoji, but now is not the time, the siege is important now, it is better to leave it for the night, no matter how ferocious the wolf is, once he falls into the trap of the hunter, he must not wag his tail and beg for mercy?

"Bang, bang, bang......"

In front, Ma Youshui's soldiers had already come to a hundred steps outside the southern city and began to shoot at the Ganzhou defenders who were watching from the city.

Although the soldiers of Ganzhou knew that their main force had been wiped out and the morale of the army had long been weakened, Li Zicheng surrounded the four gates, obviously not giving them a way out, and with the encouragement of the governor and the officers, they still picked up the swords and guns in their hands and guarded the gates respectively.

Some soldiers saw the defeat of Yang Zhaoji with their own eyes, but the city head is four or five miles away from the battlefield, after all, it is not true, and they do not know the terrifying range of Xining rifles, when the Xining soldiers came to the city, they have prepared bows and arrows, bird guns, three-eyed guns, etc., in a vain attempt to prevent the Xining soldiers from approaching the city wall.

But the Xining army stopped a hundred paces away, far beyond the distance of their attack.

Just when they were expecting the Xining army to go one step further and become their prey, the rifle in the hand of the Xining army rang out, and more than 100 bullets roared, completely enveloping the defenders at the head of the city in a rain of bullets.

"Ah...... Mother...... Smack......"

The screams of the defenders before they were dying, the Xining soldiers could hear them clearly, but the sound of them falling to the head of the city could not be heard, and the Xining soldiers had no time to distinguish from the sound, how many seriously wounded soldiers were in the city, at this moment, their only thing was to load the bullets.

At this moment, Ma Youshui stretched out his right index finger and pointed forward sharply, and four soldiers rushed out of the soldiers, in groups of two, carrying out a wooden box and quickly rushing towards the south city gate.

At a distance of 100 paces, the soldiers sprinted at full speed, and it was only half a time to soak in urine, and before the defenders appeared at the head of the city, the four soldiers had already rushed into the hole in the city gate and entered the blind spot at the head of the city.