Hahamu looked up, only to see that behind Wang Yongqiang, one after another heads popped up, and the top of the wide slope was soon full of people, these people were holding bows and crossbows, wearing armor and helmets, standing on the top of the slope in a straight line, looking down at themselves.

And Wang Yongqiang looked down, full of devastation, the power of the yellow explosives was almost equivalent to a hurricane at sea, all the houses within fifty zhang of the city wall were destroyed, rubble everywhere, except for a group of Qing soldiers who had just arrived from other places, there was no one alive.

However, he didn't have time to feel the power of Wang Huan's firearms, the Qing army under his feet had already begun to launch a counter-charge, and the Qing general who ran in front of him was strong and sturdy, and the muscles that tightened the chain mail were almost about to burst out, and the long knife in his hand was raised above his head, and the roar was earth-shattering.

"Shoot the arrows!" Wang Yongqiang roared, secretly admiring Wang Huan's arrangement in his heart, this group of Qing soldiers were all fierce and vicious, fierce and abnormal, but they had no shields.

The first to rush into the gap with him were all crossbowmen.

With Wang Yongqiang's order, the arrows were like flying locusts, mixed with the sound of breaking through the air, and the wolf's tooth arrows with a deadly scream were dense like a puff of water splashed out, covering the Qing army below.

Although the poor Qing army dared to fight hard and was not afraid of death, but in the face of arrows, flesh and blood had no power to resist, and no matter how hard the muscles were, in front of the sharp iron arrows, they were no different from paper.

The armor worn by the Qing soldiers is inlaid with iron leaves and wrapped in cotton cloth, and the three-layer armor wearing method is too cumbersome, and generally only the soldiers of the dead battalion will wear it, following Hahamu, of course, not the dead battalion.

Although the slope is high, the slope is not more than twenty or thirty paces long, and the arrows shot at this distance may not be able to be prevented even by European plate armor, let alone light armor, for a while, the screams are endless, and the rows of Qing soldiers are like cut down wheat, and they are shot to the ground one after another.

Almost in one or two breaths, the people around Hahamu were not standing, even he himself was like a hedgehog full of arrow shafts, arrows drilled into the keyhole of the chain mail, pierced into the flesh, and rushed up streams of blood, and the powerful shooter shot out directly broke the keyhole, straight into the body, and penetrated from the other side of the body.

Ha Ha Mu's whole person became a bloody man, still standing still, the flag soldiers behind him saw Ang Bang Zhangjing suddenly raise his head and shouted angrily, slashed in front of him with a knife in one hand, cut off all the arrows all over his body, and then moved under his feet, walking forward step by step.

He even wants to kill the enemy!

This kind of action was like a needle of chicken blood, which instantly ignited the emotions of the Qing army, and the Eight Banners soldiers who were not affected by the rain of arrows immediately let out a howl like a beast like crazy, wielding guns and knives, and rushing forward behind Hahamu.

Although Wang Yongqiang was also shocked by Ha Ha Mu's actions, he immediately pursed his lips contemptuously and raised the spear in his hand to the sky.

The archers immediately retreated quickly to the sides, jumping down from the gaps on both sides, giving way to the slope.

Immediately afterwards, countless soldiers wearing iron armor emerged from the slope, these soldiers wore half-body iron armor, eight-petal iron helmets on their heads, and spears and knives in their hands, well-equipped and with high morale, all of them were soldiers of the Yan'an battalion.

"Sons, let the Tartars see, our Shaanxi soldiers are not a bad breed!" Wang Yongqiang's eyes were hot and enthusiastic, he had already recognized it, the Qing army general in front of him who would not retreat was one of the Qing generals who led the troops to break through the wooden city of Wang Yongzhen a few days ago. Kill! ”

He pulled up the spear, shook a spear flower, jumped with both feet, and the people jumped up into the sky, almost jumping down from the top of the slope towards Hahamu, and the warriors behind him were like dragons out of the water, and jumped down with him, and the whole slope was a beating figure, and more people behind them came up in an endless stream, like a crowd rolling, wave after wave.

Ha Ha Mu's eyes have been covered by blood, his vision is blurred, almost instinctively cut the long knife in his hand diagonally from the bottom up, Wang Yongqiang easily turned around to avoid it, the spear turned into a long stick, whipped on Ha Ha Mu's face, knocked him to the ground, several Qing soldiers shouted and pounced, and Wang Yongqiang's spear poked down one, and the rest did not get close, and they were drowned by the Yan'an battalion soldiers who rushed down from behind.

Hahamu struggled on the ground and wanted to stand up, but was kicked in the head by Wang Yongqiang and passed out.

Wang Yongqiang squatted down, cut off his head on the ground, tied the back of his head into a rope, tied it to the blade of the spear, raised it high, and shouted loudly in the crowd: "The head of the chief is here, why don't you obediently bow down and surrender?!" ”

If it is a Ming army, at this time, when you see the main general's head, you should immediately lose the fighting spirit, either kneel down and surrender, or scatter and flee, so Wang Yongqiang feels that this trick should be very useful.

Unexpectedly, the Tartar soldiers saw Hahamu's blood-stained head, but they were as angry as a dead father, and the formation that was originally suppressed turned out to be repeated, and many Qing troops were not afraid of death and rushed to fight, fighting to the end of the same life, but also pulling a few cushions, and immediately pushed back the offensive of the Ming army.

Gao Youcai ran past Wang Yongqiang with a bloody face, and he didn't know if the blood was his or someone else's, and shouted at him at the top of his voice: "Zhen Shuai, the Tartars don't eat this set, hurry up and press it, otherwise when the Qing army reinforcements come up, this mouth may not be able to be saved!" ”

Wang Yongqiang pretended to be defeated, his face was dull, he was annoyed and angry, and his blood also came up, he stretched out the spear, and threw the head on the blade of the gun as a hidden weapon, and shouted in his mouth: "In this case, sons, kill with me!" ”

The two streams of people collided together on the slope, the sound of the shield colliding, the "poof" sound of the weapon piercing the flesh, and the screams of pain were mixed together, like a tragic symphony, played at the head of Xi'an.

Wang Yongqiang invested in this gap of troops, there are 20,000 people, of which nearly 5,000 are soldiers of the Yan'an battalion, and there are only 2,000 people under Hahamu's hands, although in terms of individual martial arts or team cooperation, Wang Yongqiang's Ming army is 108,000 miles away from the Qing army, but the soldiers can't stand the many, and the master is killed by punches, plus the Ming army is rushing straight down from the top of the slope, with the help of the terrain, full of momentum, the number is several times that of the Qing army, often more than a dozen people around one or two Qing soldiers to slash and kill. Soon, more and more people rushed into the gap from outside the city, and the scale became larger and larger, Hahamu died under Wang Yongqiang's hands, the dragons were leaderless, although the Qing soldiers were brave, but no one commanded, and gradually could not resist, and slowly retreated.

Soldiers and horses from outside the city poured into the city one after another, spreading like a torrent, flowing down the streets and alleys to every corner, the sound of fighting was everywhere, and the street battles between hand-to-hand soldiers began.

Meng Qiaofang still did not give up, his fine soft convoy was still loaded, and a large amount of property was being moved, and he had to drag it again before he could leave from the east gate. So he did his best to gather all the troops he could muster and send them to the streets to block the moment.

Wang Huan had already reached the gap at this time, he was not busy entering the city, but stood at the ruin-like breach of the city wall to carefully inspect, observing the location of the crater on the ground, as well as the location of the collapse of the city wall, and kept thinking about something.

Across a moat, the iron armor of the Kuizhou Army of the Fengzi Battalion still maintained a complete square formation, without the slightest movement, as if they were preparing for war and waiting for something.

Chen Xiangce galloped up to the city, dismounted beside Wang Huan, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Wang Huan sneered and said, "Didn't he move?" ”

Chen Xiang nodded and said, "Look at the posture, I want to prepare to leave, after all, the movement of the thunder is too big, it is difficult not to be frightened." ”

Wang Huan squinted his eyes and looked at the city of Xi'an, although Wang Yongqiang had three chapters of the law first, and set fire to the city after not entering the city, but the city was about to be destroyed, and there were still fires in many places in the huge city, and billowing smoke was rising.

"This Wu Sangui saw the opportunity quickly, didn't he even want Hahamu, the Shangguan?" Wang Huan snorted in his nostrils: "I don't know how he made up a lie to explain to Dorgon when he went back." ”

Chen Xiang was silent, he had already positioned himself as Wang Huan's shadow, and the shadow could not make a sound.

A group of Ming soldiers stood on the dilapidated city tower at the west gate, pulled up the banners of the Qing army at the head of the city one by one, and replaced them with a large banner embroidered with "Wang", and the flags were waved in the wind, marking the completion of the replacement of the situation in Shaanxi again.

A Ming army in armor came out of the city, covered in blood, but the person was very energetic, with three small yellow flags on his back, which should be Wang Yongqiang's personal soldiers.

"My lord, General Wang has surrounded the city, and the Tartars in the city are defending the city, and the city cannot be fortified, General Wang asks for instructions, can you please enter the city to help the battle?" The pro-soldier got down on one knee and reported.

"Accurate!" Wang Huan spit out a word, and then said indifferently: "Tell Wang Yongqiang that there is no living mouth left in the city, and no one will be left!" ”

(End of chapter)