The civilian officials who supervised the battle on the city tower, or went to the battalions in Beijing to supervise military affairs, were all die-hard main fighters, and they were determined to live and die with the Nine Gates, so they categorically would not retreat from the battle, let alone allow the battalions to flee back to the city with oil on the soles of their feet.

Sun Bo was a little discouraged, thinking that this Cheng Xin was just a person who was extremely principled and made him favoritism? It's not necessarily more reliable than the sun coming out of the west!

He put away the illusion in his heart and glared at Cheng Xin fiercely.

Bad luck! That's it, instead of being killed by your iron-mouthed copper teeth afterwards, it is better to return to the battle and die in battle at this moment, sacrifice your life for the country, and be killed by future generations!

With a "bang", Sun Bo slashed on the city wall, splashing a cloud of dust, and then rose up to Yu Yong, turned the horse's head and swung his knife to kill the tartar thief.

"Kill!"

At the most tragic critical moment of the war, Sun Bo's subordinates did not disperse, which was the most tenacious performance of the Ming army since the First Battle of Yanghe and the Tumubao Incident.

The two sides were fighting each other, and in a stalemate, Sun Bo Leng led hundreds of people to kill a horse gun, which made Yexian's subordinates a little unbearable.

"Die!"

Sun Bo shouted, his hand raised and fell, and the body of a captive chief was broken in two, and blood spurted out, splashing Sun Bo's face. Sun Boya looked to the west side, and saw that about ten zhang away, he was also leading more than ten Tartar thieves to fight with nearly fifty Ming troops.

He also glanced at Sun Bo first, his eyes were full of fierce light, and a beast-like roar came out of his throat.

"Capture first, worship the marquis!"

Sun Bo's voice almost didn't let him vomit blood first. But when they saw the Ming army around them, they suddenly felt like they had taken a miracle medicine, and they all shook their spirits and fought hard, all of them wanted to knock down the opponent as soon as possible, and they tried their luck over there first.

In the blink of an eye, nearly 100 Ming troops rushed to Yexian, and they also led the crowd to fight and retreat.

"Roaring ······"

Suddenly, amid a roar of skyrocketing, about two thousand Tartar thieves rushed from the south side. Needless to say, this is a captive who came from Fuchengmen to help.

These two thousand sharp cavalry were like a hurricane, setting off a bloody storm at the scene, and the Ming army could not support it, and the offensive and defensive momentum immediately changed hands.

"Whew!"

A broad-shouldered and round-waisted captive chief slapped his horse and slashed at Sun Bo, and the sharp whistling sound was disturbing. Sun Bo raised his knife to block, and suddenly felt that the opponent's strength was great, and the big knife in his hand couldn't withstand the pressure of the other party's majesty, and slowly sank.

The sound of ticking hooves swept past his ears, and Sun Bo looked away, only to see a few feet away, a hideous-looking captive chief galloped with a few flying snows and a scimitar, as if bringing the breath of the underworld.

My life is at rest! Suppressed by a fierce opponent here, and another thief rushed over there, Sun Bo was so discouraged that he almost dropped the big knife, closed his eyes and led his neck to kill.

"Whoosh!"

A flying arrow whizzed a few feet away from Sun Boring, swept towards the captive array, Sun Boring turned his head and glanced at it, and saw that the Tartar thief who had slanted forward was hit by an arrow and landed, and with a "swoop", the sliding corpse was almost about to hit the mount of the captive chief who was suppressing Sun Boring with a scimitar.

"Kill!"

Hearing the sound of killing, Sun Bo knew that the reinforcements were coming, and he was overjoyed, and tried his best to turn up the big knife.

At this moment, Mao Fushou rushed to the horse, and when the chief was stunned, Mao Fushou waved his long knife and slashed it down, "click", and the strong chief fell to the ground in front of Sun Bo's eyes.

"Thank you Mao Dudu for saving me!" Sun Bo let out a sigh of relief and said with a smile. Suddenly, he heard the sound of hooves approaching, looked sideways, and caught a glimpse of Gao Li galloping his horse, and did not rein in for a while, and ran forward dozens of feet away.

"Thank you for sacrificing your life······"

Before Sun Bo could say all his words of thanks, he saw Gao Li being injured by a stray arrow, lying on the back of his horse, and looking back at Sun Bo is glare.

Die? I don't know what to say when I'm in battle, hum, give up your sister's life!

Seeing that the Ming army had added more than 10,000 men and horses, it was expected that there was no chance of victory, so he immediately ordered his troops to retreat. Mao Fushou was about to lead the army to chase and kill the past, but he saw Wang Hong, the king of the imperial history of the capital, galloping on his horse.

"Governor ······ Gaodu" Catching a glimpse of an arrow stuck in Gao Li's shoulder, Wang Hong shook his head, "Gao Dudu, hurry back to the camp to heal." He turned to Mao Fushou and said: "Governor Mao, I have been ordered to come to supervise military affairs." The war on the side of Changyi Gate is tight, and the emperor ordered you and I to lead troops to help. ”

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The battles at the nine gates of the capital have subsided one after another, and only the fierce battle outside the Changyi Gate in the outer city is still raging.

Governors Wang Jing, Wu Xing and Wang Yong led an army of 20,000 people, with a divine machine in front, and repelled more than 10,000 Tartar thieves in one fell swoop.

In the camp of the Ming army, there are hundreds of internal officials who volunteered to come to serve, their courage is commendable, but the discipline is very poor, seeing the Tartar thieves fleeing, all the internal officials are eager to make meritorious contributions, and they gallop from the rear formation, competing to come out of the battle, resulting in a great chaos in the Ming army's formation. The Tartar thieves took advantage of the situation and killed a horse pistol, and the Ming army was defeated and fled.

Wang Jing and others led the crowd to flee all the way to the Tucheng area, and Wu Xing, the governor of the right capital, was unfortunately hit by an arrow and died on the spot.

Most of the infantry in the Ming army were infantry, and the legs were no faster than the legs of horses, and Wang Jingliu was also a death if he fled, gritted his teeth, and ordered his troops to line up to meet the Tartar thieves.

Before the Ming army finished the formation, they saw the Tartar thieves sweeping in like a gallop.

At the critical moment, there was a magical scene at the scene. The residents near Tucheng climbed onto the rooftops one after another, roaring angrily, and threw bricks and tiles at the Tartar thieves, and for a while, the bricks and tiles rained down, and many of the Tartars were knocked off their heads and fell off their horses.

A half-sized man straightened his arm, spun his body, and went down a brick, and actually knocked down two Tartar thieves. One of the Tartar thieves covered his head, and before falling to the ground, he glanced at the half-sized man on the roof, his eyes full of doubts: Damn, the most powerful weapon in the world is a brick!

These honest people who don't know where the blood comes from, they have no fear at the moment, and they are ruthless, making the Tartar thieves delay for a moment, thus saving the lives of Wang Jing and others.

"Kill!"

"Fire Captain" Mao Fushou and Wang Hong led the army to arrive at the right time.

Seeing that the flags were waving half a mile away, and the Ming army that came to support was no less than 10,000, the Tartar thieves did not dare to fight, so they hurriedly turned their horses and retreated.

Wang Hong, who was originally a literati and had a thin body, was very bold, and he single-handedly caught up with a Tartar thief who was lagging behind, and raised his knife to slash at the other party's head. Unexpectedly, the thief was very fierce, turned around and slashed the long knife in Wang Hong's hand, and the next moment, the bright scimitar was raised above the thief's head.

"Wang ······"

Wang Jing saw that Wang Hong was in distress, and his heart was shocked, and he only called the word "Wang", and saw Mao Fushou leaping forward, separating the Tartar thief's scimitar with one knife, and cutting the Tartar thief under the horse with another knife.

"Mao Dudu is mighty!"

Some people on the roof have seen Mao Fushou, and they saw that he saved Wang Hong's life with one move, and took the life of the Tartar thief with another move, and he was very skilled, and he couldn't help but shout excitedly.

Mao Fushou had a cold face, as if he hadn't heard of it, and only looked at the back of the Tartar thief from afar, and then ordered his subordinates to stop on the horse, "Be careful that there are Tartar thieves ambushing in front of you, don't rush in!" ”

The Ming army stopped as ordered and lined up on alert.

Wang Jing jumped off his horse and bowed to the people on the roof.

Those small people did not appreciate it, and only cast countless eyes that were half disdainful and half sympathetic. After returning to the "attention ceremony", the people went down to the house one after another and went home.