The two Ming soldiers who were shooting were quickly reloading their ammunition with their heads down, as if the qiē that happened at the head of the city had nothing to do with them.

The voice of the rivers and lakes sounded again: "Brothers of the Han army, there are two less Mongolians, only if you bravely pick up the swords and guns in your hands and cut off the heads of the Mongolians, you will immediately become the heroes of the Ming Dynasty, don't hesitate, act quickly, this is the last chance." ”

There were five Mongol soldiers at the head of the city, two Mongol soldiers were leaning down, they were observing the two Mongols who had fallen to the ground, and one Mongol soldier was leaning against his daughter's wall, and he was angrily firing arrows at the Ming soldiers, shouting and scolding some foul language that the Ming soldiers did not understand.

The two Ming soldiers had already loaded their ammunition, and they gestured with their eyes, both raising their guns to aim at the city.

"Bang, bang."

Two more gunshots rang out, and the third Mongol soldier went limp.

Jianghu was so shocked that he couldn't speak, in the blink of an eye, the Ming army shot three Mongolian soldiers, but the Mongolian soldiers on the city could not fight back, no wonder even Yue Tuo was driven to Horqin by the Ming army.

The Ming soldiers glared at the rivers and lakes fiercely, and he reacted: "Brother Han Army, there are not many opportunities, hurry up!" With the swords in your hands, bravely stab at the Mongol soldiers, cut off their heads, and you will return to the embrace of the Ming Dynasty, and the days of Jiannu and Mongols bullying us will be gone forever. ”

"You should know that Quang Ninh has been surrounded by the army of the Ming Dynasty, and you only have this way, this is your only chance to save yourself."

The two remaining Mongol soldiers finally understood that their companions were dead, dead under the fire # guns of the Ming army.

They no longer dared to poke their heads out of the daughter wall, but lay on the battlements and secretly observed the two Ming soldiers under the city.

Jianghu's voice was already hoarse, but his words really worked.

More than a dozen Han soldiers at the head of the city kept exchanging glances, they were the defenders of the city, and their swords and guns had long been in their hands.

Two Mongol soldiers were lying on their backs to them at the battlements of the wall, the back of their heads less than three steps from the nearest scimitar.

A Han soldier shook the shiny scimitar in his hand, he looked at the Mongolian soldiers, there was a look at the scimitar to save himself, he didn't dare to start, the fierceness of the Mongolian soldiers, he had seen it, once he missed, he would inevitably be attacked by the Mongolian madness.

Although there were only two Mongol soldiers left, and he was in the midst of grief and fear of losing his companions, he was afraid.

However, if someone starts up, someone will go further.

The two more courageous Han soldiers made eye contact with each other, they held their breath, like cats catching rats, bowed down and approached the Mongol soldiers lightly, and the other Han soldiers did not move to cooperate with them although they saw their movements.

Perhaps by induction, when they came behind the Mongol soldiers, they were hesitating to swing their knives and slash down, when a Mongol soldier happened to be turning around.

"You ......"

The two Han soldiers were terrified, they were stunned, and their bodies barely obeyed.

Conditional launch.

Their minds were confused, but their hearts forgot to be afraid, and they all exerted their strength.

Two scimitars were raised high and slashed at the necks of two Mongol soldiers.

The movements of the hands are mechanical and stiff, but if it is to kill, it is enough.

The Mongol soldier who was still observing the city, heard his companion speak, and he was about to turn back, when the scimitar had already slashed at the back of his head, he was defenseless, without any dodge and resistance.

"Click." The scimitar was impartial and slashed at the back of his neck, completely breaking the vertebrae.

The scimitar cuts through the back of the neck, but exits from the front.

The head of the Mongolian soldier was directly cut off, and with a "poof", he fell to the ground, and rolled twice, and under the friction of the ground, his lips relaxed, but his eyes were still wide, and he glanced at the chaotic world with infinite nostalgia.

A pillar of blood rose into the sky, first flew into the sky, and then fell sharply under the action of gravity, spraying the faces of the nearby Han soldiers.

He was still lying on his daughter's wall, his fingers holding on to the dirt at the battlement, until the blood was almost gone, and then he slowly fell backwards, lying on his back on the ground, rejoicing with his dead companions.

Another Mongol soldier, who happened to face the blade of the Han soldier, instinctively flashed, his body turned away, and the blade slashed at the shoulder, deep in the shoulder blade.

The blade was stuck in the shoulder blade and could not be pulled out for a while, so the Han soldiers had to let go.

The Mongol soldier let out a miserable roar, and he endured the severe pain, smashed the wooden bow in his hand on the face of the Han soldier, and his right hand had already pulled out the scimitar at his waist.

"Kill him."

A muffled voice burst through the air, echoing around the Mongol soldiers.

More than a dozen Han soldiers surrounded the Mongol soldier in the core.

The Mongol soldier did not care about the scimitar embedded in the shoulder blade, but pounced on the Han soldier in front, and as long as the Han soldier in front of him retreated, he could rush out of this breach.

The Han soldiers in front of him were really intimidated by his momentum and retreated to the left and right.

The Mongolian soldier was secretly proud: the Han soldiers, sure enough, are straw bales, and they can fight a bloody way with such a scare.

"Poof."

A scimitar, stabbed from the left side like a long sword, pierced deep into his waist, and the Han soldiers who pierced the knife had already abandoned their knives and retreated, observing the reaction of the Mongol soldiers from afar.

The Mongolian soldier stroked the hilt of the knife at his waist and eyes in a daze, he had given up the intention of escaping, he knew that even if he could escape the encirclement of the Han soldiers, he would not be able to escape the speed of blood, and he would never be able to escape back to the barracks.

He was painless, his whole body froze there, just motionless, and suddenly, with a "dang bang", the scimitar in his right hand fell to the ground.

"Poof."

Another scimitar stabbed him in the back, the tip of the knife peeking out of his chest with bloodlines, which rolled like dewdrops on the tip of the knife.

The Mongol soldier looked down at the tip of the knife on his chest, which was turning rapidly.

"Ah......h

The Mongol soldier finally let out a scream, leaned to the right, and fell straight to the ground with a "poof", and the blood that came out of his body was smashed into countless pieces......

"We killed the Mongol soldiers! We killed the Mongol soldiers! ”

I don't know how long it took, a young Han soldier leaned on his daughter's wall and shouted to the city in a hysterical voice, as if he had finally seen his relatives after being overly frightened.

"Killed a Mongol soldier?" Jianghu recalled, "Very good, you have redeemed yourself, but the gunfire on the head of the city and the screams of the Mongolian soldiers will soon attract more Mongolian soldiers, now quickly open the city gate, put down the drawbridge, and let the Ming army enter the city, only the Ming army can deal with the Mongolian soldiers in the city." ”

The soldiers of the Han army at the head of the city are puppets, and the words of the rivers and lakes are the thin threads that pull the puppets.

The city gate "squeaked" and slowly opened, and two Han soldiers stood in the city gate hole, waiting to lead the way for the Ming soldiers. The suspension bridge is like a rainbow that extends to heaven, slowly falling in front of Du Wenhuan.

"Hurry into the city, occupy the city gates, and prevent the Mongol soldiers from counterattacking."

The Ming army did not dismount and rode directly into Quang Ninh. There were more than 1,000 cavalry in the city, plus the 2,000 infantry who originally besieged the city, a total of more than 3,000 soldiers, almost the strength of a brigade.

When the infantry entered the city, they all jumped down from their horses, held flintlock muskets, and formed a large "C" shape around the city gate to protect the city gate.

The cavalry was still sitting on their horses, flanking the infantry.

Du Wenhuan walked up to the city, the corpses of five Mongolian soldiers were stacked together, the wounds were still bleeding, and the blood was flowing from the city head to the city along the ditch in the ground, and more than a dozen Han soldiers looked at the new army of the Ming Dynasty uneasily.

"You killed the Mongols? You also opened the gates? ”

"Yes, General, we are atoning for our sins." A Han soldier over forty years old clasped his fist at Du Wenhuan and fell forward sharply.

"Hmm." Du Wenhuan nodded, his gaze swept over the faces of the Han soldiers one by one, "Originally, you were sinners of the Ming Dynasty, but you expressed your repentance with practical actions, I will forgive you all your sins, and we will reward you for all the things that happened in the city." Now, we're going to wipe out the Mongol soldiers in the city, and who of you will show us the way? ”

"I, I, I."

The Han soldiers raised their right hands one after another.

Du Wenhuan left 300 soldiers to guard the city gate, and divided two groups of soldiers to seize the east and west city gates to meet the Ming army outside the city, and the remaining 2,000 soldiers, all under the guidance of the Han soldiers, rushed to the Mongol camp.

The Mongol camp was in the southeast of Quang Ninh, and their main purpose was to guard against the Ming in the south.

The dense gunfire at the north gate obviously alarmed the Mongol soldiers in the large camp, and Du Wenhuan walked not far before he encountered a group of defenders of Quang Ninh City, with 200 infantry in front and 50 cavalry in the back.

"Prepare to shoot."

Du Wenhuan didn't ask who it was, anyone who blocked the path of the Ming army was the enemy of the Ming army, and it must be resolutely eliminated.

"General, the infantry are all Han Chinese." Jianghu was originally a Han soldier in the city, and he was very familiar with the costumes of the Mongols and Han troops in the city.

"Han Chinese?" Du Wenhuan made a careful observation and found that the cavalry had leather armor, but the infantry did not have any of them, so he believed the words of the rivers and lakes, "You shout and try." ”

Jianghu swallowed and spitted, first moistened his throat, and then shouted to the Han soldiers in a hoarse voice: "Brothers of the Han army on the other side, I am the Jianghu of the Han army, a large number of Ming troops have entered the city, don't do any more useless resistance, don't give your life to Jiannu and the Mongols anymore, turn your knife edge, and return to the arms of the Ming Dynasty!" ”

Among the Han soldiers on the opposite side, it was obvious that some people knew the rivers and lakes, and their steps became hesitant.

"Brothers of the Han army, the red flag has been wiped out, Yue Tuo has escaped alone, you see, are there still soldiers in the city? The red flag is gone, the Jurchens have all run away, what are we still fighting? ”

"Use your scimitars to cut off the heads of the Mongols, and you are the meritorious people of the Ming Dynasty." The throats of the rivers and lakes were about to get crushed, but the Han soldiers had no intention of fighting the Mongols at all, "Okay, if you don't dare to kill the Mongols, then flash to the side, open your eyes, and see how the Mongol soldiers were wiped out in front of the Ming army." ”

"If you don't listen to the advice and continue to work for the Mongols, the guns of the Ming army will be aimed at you." Jianghu was disappointed, the Han people's fear of the Jurchens and Mongols could not be changed in a day, he touched his throat with his hand, and he was able to ignite the fire.