Zhang Qiang saw that You Haibo was also in a bitter battle, but he still had a lot of troops there, and it was not time to collapse for a while.

Zhang Qiang dragged one of his own guards, "Go and inform Lord You and lead people to chase the Mongols, leaving only the henchmen to guard the hill behind the main gate." Just go. ”

Zhang Qiang pushed the panting guard, one of his only three remaining guards.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The guard was loyal and accepted the reality that Zhang Qiang was king.

The guards made a bloody path, turned around and rolled down the hill, causing a group of Ming troops to chase after them under the hill.

Zhang Qiang didn't pay attention to him anymore, and slashed a Han Army Banner soldier to death with a knife, he felt that he was no longer the otaku sitting at home, but a soldier who had experienced a hundred battles and had gone through the flames of war.

His skills and tactics are also improving rapidly, at least he can kill the Ming army soldiers wielding knives and guns with the help of the guards, or the brave and strong soldiers of the squires who are coerced, maybe they can't fight with the veterans of the Ming army, but against a Ming army soldiers, this kind of cowering, dare not contribute, and the soldiers who are forced to fight are still eighty percent sure of killing each other, maybe they will suffer a little injury.

He had more than one wound on his body, and if he had been in the hospital for a few days in the twenty-first century, he was now almost a strong, brave soldier who could still fight.

He turned his head and shouted, "Musketeers, musketeers, gunners retreat in formation, infantry entangle the enemy." With that, he ran quickly up the hill behind him, protected by two guards who were already covered in blood and wounded.

Running to the top, facing the musketeers who had already formed several rows, forming a stepped formation from high to low, the musketeers shouted: "Free fire." ”

Without hesitation, the musketeers opened fire on the enemy who had rushed up from behind, the second wall that had just emerged, and halfway up the hill, there were still soldiers fighting the enemy in close combat.

"Musketeers, shoot at the bird-gunners on the first rampart." Zhang Qiang shouted.

The Han Army's Banner became a great threat to Zhang Qiang's hill guards.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that You Haibo had already led nearly a thousand soldiers to chase the Mongols who rushed to the streets, and there were still nearly a thousand soldiers on the hill fighting the enemy, and the hill was full of fighting figures.

There were not many Mongols who rushed in, and soon the two sides were strangled together, and many civilians rushed out from both sides of the street to strangle with the enemy, and the situation was favorable to Zhang Qiang's side.

But on the hill where Zhang Qiang is located, it is not good for Zhang Qiang.

The enemy had already struck from both ends of the hill, and several hundred soldiers and more than two hundred muskets and musketeers were surrounded by the enemy.

Persistence, persistence, Zhang Qiang looked at where You Haibo was, waiting for the other party to kill the Mongols and retreat to the hills in the direction of the mansion.

Half an hour later, You Haibo finally broke through the Mongol barrier and retreated to the hill with hundreds of soldiers and thousands of old and weak people.

At this time, the Mongols swarmed and occupied half of the street, chasing You Haibo and they rushed up the hill and fought together.

The Ming army and the Han army banner also bypassed the two hills that Zhang Qiang was defending, and rushed to the back, rushing in the direction of the county government and the government office.

Most of the entire Jinhua City was overwhelmed by the enemy.

Zhang Qiang closed his eyes, pulled the trigger, a short firebolt, spewed out a stream of flames, the bullet hit a Mongol, the Mongol's body flew up, and then slammed to the ground, touched a stone, and then was blocked by the branches of the crown of a locust tree, rolled down the hillside, a Han army flag soldier was smashed to the ground, a Ming army soldier flashed to the side in fright, a white-armored Jurchen, wielding a meteor hammer vigorously, smashed his head, and kicked him in the waist, his body flew down.

The sound of "Qiang Qiang" drawing knives, some firecrackers finished shooting the bullets on their bodies, pulled out their waist knives, and rushed towards the enemy, these were all loyal soldiers directly under Zhang Qiang's system.

"Boom" the enemy finally pushed artillery up the walls, firing shells from the first, to the second walls and hills.

With a "boom", on the hill of the main gate, more than a dozen soldiers were blown up by artillery and lost their arms and legs, and their bodies flew up and rolled around.

"Boom" A solid cannonball fell beside Zhang Qiang, taking away four or five gunners, and there was a scream.

"Retreat." Zhang Qiang shouted, and with the remaining more than 300 soldiers, he fought and retreated, and killed under the hills to the west.

Looking back, the main gate hill has collapsed, and it is full of enemy figures, the west side is also the enemy figure, and the second wall is also the enemy figure.

"Boom." This is the artillery of the rebels on the hill of the government and the county government firing.

The enemy is already full of cities, and artillery fire can take away a dozen enemies.

"Boom" with a louder bang.

The entire main gate and the south street were caught in flames, and the enemy soldiers of the Mongolian Eight Banners who rushed in were all caught in the flames.

The whole battlefield fell silent.

In the distance, Zhang Qiang once stood and held on to the ruins of the main gate tower, the enemy's main general, Bolo, his figure shook, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his whole body fell from the ruins of the city gate tower.

The enemy troops who poured into Jinhua were stunned for a moment, and then turned around and fled like a tide.

At this time, a cavalry team composed of fifty cavalrymen rushed out from the county office, followed by thousands of righteous soldiers, and pressed over with the momentum of Mount Tai's top, and the enemy was defeated even more completely.

Zhang Qiang was wrapped in the team of firecrackers, watching the enemy soldiers running around him scatter and flee under the blows of the firecrackers behind.

From the east gate, from the ruins on both sides of the west gate, countless figures rushed out, shouting and rushing to kill, and the enemy was defeated like a mountain.

A Mongolian tribal patriarch slashed to death a fleeing rebel soldier, knelt on the ground, raised his head and sighed, "Immortal God, why are you doing this to us? ”

A Mongolian tribal patriarch ran over, "Chachar, Chachar, run, the Ming army is coming." ”

"No, no, my tribe, my people, all dead, Sunit, Sunit Chief, let me go with them."

"No, Cha Er, you can't do this, we still have a chance, Jinhua City has become a ruin, the enemy can't come again, the enemy is not enough, and even if the losses are so heavy, the Qing army still has tens of thousands of people, we still have a chance, but now we have to run quickly, and when the enemy comes up, we will be too late."

Zhang Qiang saw this scene halfway up the mountain, and the guards beside him said: "Your Majesty, those two people must be the enemy's officials, catch them." ”

Zhang Qiang had already led people back up the hill he was defending at this moment, and when he heard this, he shouted, "Sons, go up to the city wall, go to the main gate hill, and block the enemy." ”

"Kill." The musketeers and musketeers drew their swords, threw away their muskets, and followed Zhang Qiang towards the fleeing enemy.

These people were already frightened and could only run away, except for some Jurchens and Mongols who still resisted from time to time for a moment or two, and the others could only throw away their armor and run as far as they could, and how fast they ran.

Many people jumped from the second wall without looking, twisted their feet, and broke countless legs, and many others were crushed under their companions and suffocated.