"Can't wait any longer!"

Zhu Kutu and the other four pioneers were still fifty steps away from the wall, not far behind them were more than a dozen vests that were in line with the formation and responded to them, and far away was the large array of the Chinese army, and more than 150 people such as the remaining vests and infantry armor and Yu Ding Baoyi on the official road.

Looking at the battle situation ahead, Zhukutu and the others were in a mood of ups and downs, from heroic and infinite to fearful, three snails and three shouts, and the warriors of Niu Lu still stopped a dozen steps away from the road entrance.

Look at the smoke over there, and the smoke of gunpowder fills up, covering the inside and outside of the walled fort and the road entrance. The white mist loomed in the shadows of the soldiers on both sides, the arrows soared into the air from time to time, the sound of guns was like muffled thunder, and the mournful shouts could be heard from time to time.

It was obvious that their follow-up was weak, and although the sound of the cannon on the wall weakened, the warriors still couldn't suppress them, and they couldn't create conditions for the four pioneers.

"Zhukutu, hurry up!" The vest in the rear was already urging, and the leader Zhuang Da was even more wide-eyed, and the arrow on the big bow was aimed straight at them.

The four pioneers were a little hesitant, the blood mist flying in front of them from time to time, the corpses on the road, and the wails of the wounded on the ground were all piercing their hearts.

And after one drum, and then decline, after the three snails, everyone's earlier arrogance has almost dissipated, do you want to enter again?

It's just that if they don't rush up, according to military law, the four of them are afraid that they will be shot on the spot by the vests behind them.

Zhukutu's heart is horizontal, maybe if you fight again, the walled fort in front can be won!

And the smoke on that side and the blurred vision are their best cover.

"Kill!" Zhukutu put his shield on his left arm, took out the iron hook, and took the lead, and rushed towards the entrance of the road. The remaining three pioneers swung their hooks and followed. The sound of hooves roared, and more than a dozen vests followed, and in the smoke of gunpowder, they swept towards the convex corners of the wall like ghosts.

"Archery cover!" On the road, behind the four broken shield carts, the remaining Qing archers and infantry armor were greatly demoralized, and followed closely behind the horses, galloping towards the mouth. On the one hand, arrows and axes were projected like raindrops, covering the first warriors to enter the city.

According to the tactics of the Qing army to enter the city, four people climbed first, and sixteen people climbed in droves, and the rest all helped. The Eight Banners have attacked countless cities, and this tactic has formed an instinct, and the comrades-in-arms cooperate very tacitly.

With the sound of hooves roaring, stepping on the dirty remnants of snow, Zhukutu rushed into the smoke, and the rope in his hand danced "flickering", and the iron hook on it turned with it, and there was a cold iron light.

He let his horse gallop wildly, more than fifty paces away, he rushed to the mouth, only twenty paces wide on both sides, under the slope wall is a deep trench, the trench is placed on the side of the rejecting horse deer, the ditch is also covered with sharp wooden thorns, as if to choose people to eat.

At a quick glance, the convex corners of the smoke were full of stacked sacks, and I was afraid that they would not be secure, so Zhukutu ran a few more steps into the mouth. With the horse's momentum, the iron hook in his hand flew out with a "suddenly" sound, and the rope was accurately hooked to the inner layer of the stone wall on the left side, making a "ding" sound of iron and stone.

With a loud roar, he leaped away from his horse, and his heavy body, dressed in iron-clad cotton armor, narrowly avoided the horse-repelling deer at the edge of the trench, and grasped the rope with both hands, and stepped heavily on the slope in front of him.

With a sharp slip, Zhukutu almost fell into the trench below.

Damn Nanban, splashed water on the outside of the walled wall and on the ramp, which was frozen hard and slippery, full of frost, and it was really difficult to climb.

Fortunately, he was experienced in climbing walls, and his indigo shoes were stubbornly stepping on some edges and corners, blushing, clutching the ropes, and climbing up with all his strength.

The sound of the iron hook hooking on the inside of the wall continued, and the remaining three pioneers rushed in, threw the iron hook, jumped off the horse's back, and climbed up. More than a dozen vests followed, and they also used their horsepower to throw out iron hooks and climb the walls on both sides of the mouth. Under the inner urn city, there was a neighing sound of horses resisting pressure.

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On the inner urn city, Zhang Songtao was concentrating, Guan Feng and Li Cao beside him were silent, gritting their teeth hard. Next to the ninth master, Xia Shiye, Luo eleventh master, Gao Twelfth master and other thirteen horsemen or fiercely hold the white wax rod, or hold the thick-backed Yanling knife tightly, but they don't make a sound.

Around them, around the three sides of the inner urn city, there were dense lurking square shield men and spearmen of the six generals. Except for the thirty spearmen and shieldmen who are good at throwing thousands of enemies, all the rest were also summoned. They almost threw 10,000 enemies, but it was still okay to throw ash bottles.

Twenty gunners are still arranged here, and the thirteen sword, shield, and tiger gunners who patrol the surrounding area are summoned like soldiers, and they are quietly lurking, waiting for the order of the chief Zhang Songtao to give the Tartars a thunderous blow!

Zhang Songtao quietly spied on the movement below, his hand held high, the Tartar arrows below seemed to rain down, and a large number of flying axes and iron bones were thrown in, accompanied by heavy javelins with screams.

Everyone lurked quietly, and from time to time someone was hit, shot by arrows, and hit by axes, they didn't make a sound, and the ambulance team also quietly came and carried them down.

Suddenly, Zhang Songtao's eyes widened, his thick black face turned red, his right arm swung down vigorously, and roared: "Throw the ash bottle!" ”

With a loud roar, the fifty shield-bearers and spearmen who were the bottlers of the ash bottle stood up in unison, took a step forward, and threw the ash bottles in their hands into the mouth of the ramp.

The crockpot shattered with a clattering sound, lime powder spread, and a choking white mist instantly enveloped all parts of the mouth below.

The screams were accompanied by the mournful screams of the horses, and many of the tartars who climbed the wall were covered with ash on their faces, and lime powder sprinkled in their eyes, as if they were blind. They screamed, involuntarily let go of the ropes, and fell down the ramp.

Zhukutu clung to the rope and saw that he was about to climb to the top of the wall, but there was no movement there. was rejoicing, and suddenly a jar smashed his head and face, and he subconsciously blocked the shield, the crockpot broke, and the white powder drifted away. His eyes ached like a heart, and he couldn't help screaming, wanting to rub it, and clutching the rope.

In extreme pain, several crockpots smashed his head and face, one by one smashed around him, and even smashed on him, choking powder fluttering everywhere, his armor also became pure white, and his whole nose and face were white.

He could no longer bear the pain, let go of the rope, and fell down the ramp, and with a "poof", fell on the rejection horse below. The sharp wooden thorns pierced his body in an instant, and the sharp thorns were full of blood, and they leaked out of his chest alive.

Zhukutu's eyes widened, blood spurting from his mouth, and he only trembled as he scurried on his horse.

"Ash bottle, cast!" Zhang Songtao yelled.

The raindrop-like ash bottles were thrown out, and two hundred were thrown in an instant, and the spicy powder in and around the inner urn city below was fluttering, and the white mist was clouded.

The Tartars below shouted fiercely, and the wolves rushed to the pigs, not knowing what to do. Those who climbed first fell down one by one with their vests, and the unlucky ones were the result of running on the rejection horse and becoming lobster squid.

The ash bottle is the most powerful weapon to defend the city, the bottle and jar are exploded, the lime powder flies, and if it enters the eyes, the pain is unbearable. Being in the white mist, it was also very difficult to breathe, and many Tartars were coughing desperately, as if their hearts and lungs were going to cough out.

"Cast 10,000 enemies!" Zhang Songtao drank.

With a loud roar, the 30 spearmen and shieldmen of the 10,000-strong spearmen threw the 10,000-strong enemy's lead to the fire rope wrapped around their left hand and lit it, and the lead fuse burned and threw them into the open road below.

As the Tartars shouted like doomsday, 10,000 enemies exploded one by one, billowing smoke rising with the smell of burnt blood, stumps of flesh, and fragments of weapons and armor flying high.

The ghost cried and the wolf howled, the wolf ran and swooped, the neighing of the horse, and the wounded war horse rolled and jumped covered in blood.

The 10,000-strong enemy of the Xin'an Army was extremely powerful, containing dozens of iron bullets, with a killing radius of three to five meters.

Like rain, the fuses above were burning, and the Tartars below screamed and dodged, not knowing what to do.

A vest was hit by lime, and he was covering his eyes and screaming, when suddenly several tens of thousands of enemies exploded under his feet, and he immediately scattered and flew in all directions, a large strand of minced flesh was sprayed, and he was torn apart, his limbs were separated, and the fragments of armor and weapons were thrown away.

His head gurgled and rolled into the trench, his eyes open, and his face was pale, and there was still a trace of pain and incredulity on them.

"10,000 enemies, vote!" The raindrops of 10,000 enemies threw them, the shrapnel exploded, the bullets flew one after another, the residual snow on the ground, and the nearby ramp wall, all of which were violently beaten to the boil.

The Qing troops inside the mouth and the Qing army near the mouth were blown up one by one with blood mist on their bodies, and they were blown up and rolled around, and many 10,000 enemies fell under their feet, which was the result of being blown apart.

"Firecracker!" On the inner urn city, Zhang Songtao shouted fiercely, and a black Xin'an Winged Tiger Gun poked out of the wall, and fought with 10,000 enemies in turn.

The pioneers and vests who rushed into the inner urn city were wiped out, and the ten thousand enemies who rained down threw themselves into the distance road, within thirty paces on that side.

Many Qing archers and armored soldiers who had been covering with archery recently were blown up and howled wolf, and with the smoke of the explosion and the flying shrapnel, they were blown to the ground one by one, and those who were lucky enough to survive crawled and fled back with a scream.

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The sound of a violent explosion shook the earth, and Suohun stood up from his horse in the stirrups, his face was so pale that he admitted that he had failed, and that it was a fiasco.

He has been crisscrossing all parts of the Southern Dynasties for many years, how could he have had such a failure, and the Niu Lu under his command was so badly damaged?

The Chinese army was only a hundred steps away from the wall, and he could see very clearly that there were less than sixty warriors who howled and ran back, and how many men did he send before the attack?

There are a hundred unarmored soldiers, forty armored soldiers, fourteen elite cavalry armor, four armored warriors, and one hundred and fifty-eight brave warriors.

One hundred and fifty-eight people, and less than sixty escaped back, which is a fiasco!

In particular, before Mingjin could withdraw his troops, his subordinates fled in fear, which was the first time in the many years of his campaign.

Looking at the big banner with the word "Yang" fluttering on the walled fort, he remembered this name deeply, and he was also deeply annoyed, maybe he should have bypassed it, and he shouldn't have attacked the city.

is too arrogant, after hearing Colquin's statement earlier, he should be vigilant, after all, the facts in front of him tell him that the Southern Dynasty is not no one.

And beside him, the remaining vests and infantry armor of the Chinese army's large array, Yu Ding Baoyi couldn't believe his eyes, the Qing soldiers were defeated, or defeated, and they were defeated in a small fortress that was not even a fourth-class city.

Some of the clothes have a strange feeling floating in their hearts, and the officers and soldiers also have such sharp times? Then why did the Qing soldiers become invincible after entering the customs several times?

Col Kunsen Han looked at Zhong Wuzhai in front of him, and said coldly: "These Nanban are indeed strong enemies, and they have to rely on, it is best to lead them to the field in the future." We just feinted defeat in this battle, and when they chase after us, we will kill the rifle. ”

In addition to martial arts and bravery, Colkun is also good at scheming, especially good at feints, such as when he fought with Bai Wenxuan, he was falsely defeated for dozens of miles, Bai Wenxuan chased after him, and he selected elite soldiers to copy from the trail to Bai Wenxuan's army, Bai Wenxuan was defeated.

At this time, he thought about it, and offered this plan.

Suohun nodded, and although he had a lot of grievances against Colcoin, it was a good idea.

They gathered the defeated troops, abandoned some baggage, and retreated dozens of miles north.

It's just that the official road has been quiet and silent, and the pursuers have not been seen for a long time.

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