"Lord...... Lord ...... That...... That's ......"

The samurai of Otomo Yoshitomo rode on his horse, and he was so frightened that he couldn't even finish speaking. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In a short distance, the iron cavalry arrived in an instant, Otomo Yoshito was already shocked and frightened and unable to give an order, but Li Rusong was quite skilled in making an order - riding and shooting!

Under Nurhachi's training, the Jurchen cavalry was as good at riding and archery as the Mongolian cavalry, and Li Rusong gave an order, Nurhachi took the lead in bending his bow and arrows, and shot an arrow diagonally upward, and the Jurchen cavalry began to shoot one after another.

A wave of arrows rushed upward, and then fell rapidly, falling steadily in the Japanese army's formation, and the Japanese army was thrown by this wave of arrows to shoot people on their backs and made a mess, but it was precisely because of this that they spontaneously counterattacked without instructions.

A few iron cannons began to shoot sparsely, and with good luck, they shot and killed several Jurchen cavalry, but at this moment, the Jurchen cavalry had already rushed to the front.

It is the so-called fire that has not been used, and the blade has been added to the neck.

Without the protection of a full-fledged military formation, the bloody massacre of the infantry by the cavalry began.

Li Rusong rushed to the front first, and at a glance saw the sluggish Japanese man on the horse, and his intuition told him that this was an officer, and the Japanese around him did not have horses, but he had horses, so he must be an officer, so he swung his knife and took this person directly, Otomo Yoshitomo was so stupidly stunned, he was lucky to avoid the rain of arrows just now, but this time, he couldn't dodge it anymore.

In his eyes, only Li Rusong and Xueliang steel knife rushed over with a fierce look on his face.

A cold light flashed, and immediately only a headless corpse remained, and the headless corpse spurted a large amount of blood, and then fell to the ground, without a sound.

General Li's favorite thing is to break through with light troops, lead the army to assault, and rush to the front to stimulate morale, so there are so many typical victories with fewer victories.

The Jurchen cavalry completely broke into the Japanese formation, the Japanese army cried and shouted in embarrassment, occasionally a few people could counterattack, a few gunshots rang out, the lucky ones could kill a Jurchen cavalry, and the unlucky ones couldn't even raise the gun and were cut off their heads, the number of Jurchen cavalry was originally large, and the cavalry under the command of Otomo Yoshitong was originally few, and the three times five divided by two were cleaned up.

In the last hundred or so iron gunners, the last desire for survival erupted under the mortal realm, and formed a circular formation to fire a volley, killing some of the Jurchen cavalry, and then the heads were cut off by the swarming cavalry, and all of them were killed.

The battle process was only ten minutes, and all the troops of Otomo Yoshitong were killed, Li Rusong put away his knife unfinished, looked at the corpses all over the place and counted, and felt that it was far less than five thousand. He sent people to continue to seek the enemy in this direction, and he stayed to clean up the battlefield and harvest his heads-these heads can be exchanged for money, this is what Xiao Ruxun himself said.

However, Nurhachi was a little distressed when he looked at the more than eighty cavalry he had died—these were the most warlike warriors under his command, and he was distressed for a long time to lose one, and if the headquarters of his cronies brought out over the years was really too much, what should he do?

Nurhachi's mood was very depressed.

Zong Yizhi's mood was completely desperate, his heart was like ashes, trapped in the last inner city of Pyongyang to do the battle of trapped beasts, the war happened very abruptly, it has only been three hours, at the beginning of the war, the Japanese army has completely lost its command system, and the command has completely failed.

Governor Konishi said that he was going to meet the envoy of the Great Tomorrow, but he disappeared, he did not follow Governor Konishi to meet the envoy, which instead became the reason why he escaped by luck, because his stomach hurt and was uncomfortable, so he stayed in the inner city to recuperate, but the rumbling cannon sounded, and he realized that something was wrong.

dragged the sick body step by step out of the room to prepare to command the battle, only to find that the generals at all levels could not be contacted at all, the troops of the various armies had been completely dispersed by the Ming army's breakthrough troops, the end was not connected, no one could contact anyone, they could only fight separately, the situation was very critical, Zong Yizhi immediately decided to go to Peony Peak to take over the command, trying to turn the tide, as a result, a burst of earth-shattering artillery fire covering the top of Peony Peak directly knocked Zong Yizhi stupid.

After that, the smoke cleared, Zong Yizhi looked at the top of Peony Peak, and found in despair that the military flag of the Ming army had been planted there.

When the head of the city looked around, there was wolf smoke everywhere, the sound of artillery fire and bird guns everywhere, and the soldiers around them were panicked, and people kept coming to report where they had lost, where people had been killed, and where the Ming army had broken through, but in two hours, four-fifths of Pyongyang's urban area had been lost, and the large forces of the Ming army slowly gathered and pressed towards their last position, the inner city of Pyongyang.

Konishi's brothers, Konishi and Shichiro, ran to Zong Yizhi's side in a panic and asked what to do now, in exchange for Zong Yizhi's desperate and bitter laughter.

"What to do? What else can I do? We were doomed to lose this battle from the start, so what can we do now? ”

Konishi and Shichiro didn't want to die either, so they hurriedly said, "We can break through from Dongcheng!" I've heard reports that there are no Ming troops outside the East City! We're going to break through quickly! ”

"There is no Ming army...... Hehehe...... With him, I won't let you see it, Wai Sanque Yi, the entry-level knowledge of the Chinese art of war, Xiaoxijun, haven't you also read these military books? He will definitely ambush a troop of soldiers and horses outside the east gate, and we will lose our last support when we leave the city, and we will die even worse, don't you know? ”

Zong Yizhi covered his face.

"But here, it's also a death!!"

Konishi and Shichiro have fallen into a frenzy and are yelling madly.

"That's right! We're all going to die! From the very beginning, we were all doomed to die!! Zong Yizhi suddenly shouted: "I shouldn't have come here, I shouldn't have come to North Korea!" The Governor must be dead! Now that the boss is dead, even if we people escape, what do you think Ukita and Kato will ask of us? They will fall into the well and stomp on us and break us completely! If we don't die here, we will go back and die in humiliation! You can't even commit suicide by seppuku! ”

Zong Yizhi's angry shout stunned Konishi and Shichiro, and after a while, Konishi and Shichiro took a few steps back, sat down on the ground, and then lay on the ground and cried.

"I don't want to die yet...... I don't want to die...... I want to go home......"

Zong Yizhi stood up, looked at Konishi and Shichiro lying on the ground with pity, and then looked at Pyongyang City with a wry smile, as well as the shouts and artillery fire of the Ming army that was getting closer and closer, and slowly pulled out the delicate short knife pinned to his waist.

"I'm the lord of Tsushima, I'm a daimyo, I can't be captured, I decided to commit suicide by seppuku to honor my own name, so that at least I can save my family's life, and Shichiro, I'll go first."

Zong Yizhi untied his clothes, and slowly raised the short knife with a trembling hand.

Konishi and Shichiro slowly curled up their bodies, covering their ears with their hands, not listening to any sound or looking at anything, until the deafening sound could no longer be stopped, he trembled and crawled up, crawled to the side of the lifeless Zong Yoshizhi, drew his saber, and laid it across his neck.

Smiling miserably, Konishi and Shichiro slashed their knives, and their bodies slowly fell, convulsing a few times, and the blood gradually soaked the ground under them.

Then, extremely heavy artillery fire covered the area.

Pyongyang is dying.

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