20,000 new troops, four days after the battle, remnants of 7,000 men.

More than 10,000 Jurchens in front of the city were crowded.

Niu Shui at the staircase took a hundred guards, relying on the narrow terrain to buy valuable time for Tang Sanxian.

In a matter of seconds, someone was killed by a war knife, and since then he has been unparalleled.

Under the city, Tang Sanxian's tiger eyes were full of tears.

"General, blow it up!"

At the top of the stairs, Niu Shui blocked the war knife, but his stomach had been pierced by two long knives, and he used his last strength to turn around and shout.

Tang Sanxian nodded silently.

The soldiers around him tearfully lit the fuse that had been buried.

The brigade began to retreat towards the rear.

But his eyes were still fixed on the city, where there were still more than twenty brothers, blocking the way for the Jurchens to rush down the city wall with their bodies.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Prosperous!

……

The sky shook and the city wall suddenly collapsed in the eyes of everyone.

Smoke rises and obscures the sky.

The wall of Yanmen Pass collapsed, and with the corpses of the dead soldiers of the new army, more than 10,000 Jurchens were buried alive in an instant.

In the distance, Huang Taiji's eyes widened, watching the collapse of the city wall, and watching his Jurchens being buried in the ruins.

The tremor of the earth lasted for a long time, and the rising smoke made the Jurchens instantly terrify in their bones.

Like the power of heaven, manpower is irresistible.

The city wall collapsed, and countless Jurchens were buried alive, but the artillery of the new army was also wiped out at any time.

Ignoring the smoke that was still rising, and then a glimmer of light in the sky.

With grief, Tang Sanxian led his soldiers towards the ruins.

He wanted to seize this short time to build a line of defense against the Jurchen attack on the ruins of the collapsed city wall.

Without the city walls, the only thing to do is real guns!

Lives are not enough, but the blood of the dead people and brothers cannot be shed in vain.

In the smoke, one by one the soldiers of the New Army rushed in, enduring the smoke and dust, prostrate among the masonry, preparing ammunition and tightening their bayonets.

A final fierce battle awaits.

Tang Sanxian raised his head, and the sky was getting brighter and brighter.

But distant reinforcements have not yet arrived.

Looking back, looking at the smoke, there was a steady stream of Jurchens outside, with tenacity in their eyes.

Living and dying with his brothers and living and dying with Yanmen Pass, Tang Sanxian is honored.

The sun is rising on the horizon.

The smoke cleared.

The moans and screams in the ruins gradually became inaudible, and the golden soldiers gradually revealed their figures outside the ruins.

Dense crowds of figures piled up behind the ruins.

The crumbling masonry made the path of Houjin difficult.

War horses cannot be hired, only dismount and fight.

"Enter!"

The smoke and dust are still there, but Houjin has made a comeback.

The trumpet sounded, and the great war returned.

Stepping on the corpses of his compatriots, Houjin was brave again, mixed with starry Han soldiers.

As soon as he ran to the side of the ruins, the gunfire suddenly shook and he was greeted by a rain of bullets.

Losing the speed of the war horse, the speed of the Houjin soldiers was suppressed.

A whole row of brushes fell head-on.

On the battlefield, many times people's consciousness does not follow the instincts of the body.

In the situation that people in front of him kept falling to the ground, there was no need to command, and Houjin had begun to disperse the array and start the impact again.

There were a series of gunshots, and Hou Jin's shouting.

The battle began in the rubble.

Relying on the advantages of the terrain of the ruins, the new army, which hid in the corners of the ruins, began to give Houjin a severe blow with hatred and grief.

The trumpets sounded in the distance, and Houjin once again began to increase his forces to join the battle, and at the same time, the artillery in the distance began to bombard again.

This time, after losing long-range firepower, the new army was powerless in the face of Houjin's artillery, and the only way to let the shells fall into the rubble.

After another 10,000 troops.

More than 20,000 Jurchen soldiers began to storm the ruins.

In the distance, there were cavalrymen who kept bending their bows and shooting arrows to suppress the fire of the new army in the ruins, and shells fell from their heads from time to time.

At this time, Houjin gradually gained the upper hand.

Finally, some Jurchen soldiers rushed to the ruins, and the ruins defense line began to be torn through several openings.

"Grenades!"

Someone roared, and then one by one the homemade grenades were thrown again.

The last remaining grenades were precious at this moment.

Whenever a Houjin soldier rushed to the ruins and began to slash and kill the new troops hiding behind the ruins, grenades would fly in front of them and kill and injure them.

Time goes on.

The number of grenades is running out.

Later, Jin continued to increase his troops.

More than a dozen places on the ruins began to appear white-knuckle battles.

In the mottled ruins, as the attacking side, Houjin was trapped by the terrain and was damaged without further progress.

But even so.

The new army still began to retreat, little by little, the space was compressed, and retreated beyond the ruins.

The tide of battle began to move in Houjin's favor, and the scales began to tilt.

Tang Sanxian's left ear had fallen after being cut off, and the blood was left from his face and poured into his neck, flowing on his stomach, and the new troops around him were desperate to protect the surroundings to resist the impact of the Houjin soldiers.

The remaining 7,000 new troops suffered heavy losses again, with a loss of less than half.

Later, Kim also paid a lot of casualties.

But one side has been fighting since last night, and the other side has a steady stream of fresh troops.

The Houjin army is dozens of times stronger.

This big battle will end in defeat.

Yanmen Pass still can't be guarded.

Tang Sanxian turned his head, behind him was the narrow cantonment ground of Yanmen Pass, and the sky was bright in the distance, but there were still no reinforcements.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his long knife: "Brothers, let these beasts see the blood of our Han people!" ”

"Kill!"

"Kill ......"

In the midst of the shouting, the remnants of the 4,000 new army began to pounce on the Jurchens.

The two sides began the most tragic and primitive battle, with blood flowing at every step, penetrating the cracks of the ruins.

At every step there were fallen corpses and severed limbs.

Fight to the death.

The new army finally pushed the Houjin Jurchen back by more than ten steps.

But that's all it can be, and that's all it can be in the end.

There are still more than 1,000 new troops left, and almost everyone has brought them with them.

In front of him were corpses all over the ground, and the Jurchens who looked at them innumerable.

Tang Sanxian's left arm and the entire forearm were cut off, and the blood couldn't stop flowing.

Trying to stand up, you have to rely on the support of the soldiers around you.

It's almost over.

He Tang Sanxian was about to break his promise, but Yanmen Pass still couldn't be defended.

The war still came to its final step.

"Withdraw to the training ground!"

Tang Sanxian laughed sadly, and then roared at the top of his throat.

More than 1,000 new troops, all with tragic faces, everyone knows the end of life.

However, no one admitted.

The officers and men of the New Army withdrew while fighting and evacuated towards the training ground.

In front of him were the approaching Jurchen soldiers.

The last thousand or so new troops, weak resistance.

Victory is just around the corner, and the Jurchen soldiers' desire for victory and the expectation of ending this difficult war as soon as possible make them muster up the morale in their hearts and continue to bite the last thousand remnants.

Kill early, rest early!

The two sides began to retreat and advance.

Walk over the ruins, through the short streets, and into the open training grounds.

The last line of defense on the training ground.

Tang Sanxian was lying on the edge of the fence of the training ground, with the corpses of the people who had been brought back last night beside him.

"I wanted you to have a place to live, but it seems that this wish is going to be frustrated!" He whispered in his mouth, and blood kept flowing.

Bleeding profusely and consciousness in a trance.

In front of them, the new army is still struggling to resist.

The scene of the Jurchens pouring into the training ground began to blur.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but suddenly there was a horn behind me.

Tang Sanxian turned his head hard, and through the fence, he seemed to see the mighty army beginning to come towards Yanmen Pass.

Is it sir?

Tang Sanxian was gloomy, I'm sorry, sir, Tang Sanxian still didn't do what he said, probably Tang Sanxian still hasn't grown up.

However, it's good, it's good to be a child, to be a leather monkey who follows Mr. around Luoliang Mountain all day long, probably the happiest time for Tang Sanxian!

Look up, the sun is really bright.

Tang Sanxian showed a hint of a smile, and the bloodshot at the corner of his mouth seemed to struggle and didn't want to break!

It's like his desire for a better life.

Tang Sanxian lowered his head and nodded at the two guards beside him.

Then he looked again at the last of the Forces nouvelles there putting up uncompromising resistance.

Two lines of fire were ignited by the pro-soldiers.

Then began to burn along the fence.

Tang Sanxian sat there with his eyes open.

The explosion sounded one after another, and the entire training ground was overturned, and the Jurchen soldiers who took off in the air, the flying sand and stones, and the figures who tried to escape and retreated but were submerged in the sand and stones.

Tang Sanxian couldn't hear it anymore.

He smiled and was happy.

Tartar, grandpa killed a lot, but unfortunately it was not enough!

Rumble!

It's over!

In the distance, Huang Taiji had just stepped over the ruins, looking at the explosion that came again, and the dust covering the sky, staring, and slashing down, the body of a new army that had long since died was cut off.

Huang Taiji is in heartache.

A little further away.

Behind the Yanmen Pass.

Countless new troops rushed towards Yanmen Pass, and the collapsed city wall was clearly visible.

The situation of the battle can be imagined.

Then a violent explosion and dust covered the sky, causing the charging figure to freeze in place.

Right away.

Tang Xidong was stunned.

Hands clenched and then trembling loose.

The tears in the corners of his eyes rolled down involuntarily at this moment.

Late?

It's late!

Tang Sanxian?

20,000 new troops?

The corners of Tang Xidong's mouth were tightly closed, and the corners of his mouth squirmed, and a trace of blood flowed silently.

Red eyes, pity and remorse, and hatred that can't be dissolved!

"Kill!"

"Kill ......"