Huang Shengyuan jumped into a carriage and called on the running soldiers again: "The brothers of the fourth column need us, if we arrive one step late to the battlefield, the brothers of the fourth column will fight the whole army to the death in the siege battle, lightly armed again, lightly armed again." ”

Dressed lightly again, everything that should be discarded was discarded, and the rest was the armor on the body, which was the foundation of the brothers' lives, but at this time, I don't know who was the first to take off his armor and discarded it directly on the side of the road, just wearing underwear, holding the gun and continuing to run.

Then the whole team was surrounded by the sound of armor being thrown to the ground.

"My lord, there are only five thousand brothers left in the fourth column."

"Four thousand."

"The people have been armed."

At this time, the brothers of the third column finally rushed into the battlefield.

Chen Liang grabbed the hands of the panting Zhao Xiaoming: "You finally arrived before I died in battle." ”

Zhao Xiaoming replied firmly: "The brothers of the fourth column can take a breath, and the rest of the battle will depend on me." ”

Chen Liang looked at the bloody battlefield in the distance, his voice was hoarse, and he choked up: "My brothers should take a rest, my army of 20,000 can only stand here with only 4,000 less, and the rest will be left to you." "Then he stood in front of the wall of blood and fire." I'll stand here and watch you take down the whole Niuzhuang City. ”

Now is not the time to take a breath, and the enemy must not be allowed to take a breath, now must be a blow to take Niuzhuang City.

Zhao Xiaoming didn't have time to talk nonsense with Chen Liang at all, they were all old brothers who came out of the 300 people together, and there was no need to talk nonsense, he immediately began to arrange the artillery column, and directly lined up the formation in front of the city wall: "Franc machine and mother cannon, suppress and shoot on both sides of the gap in the enemy's city wall, red-coated cannons, loaded with solid bullets, immediately bombard the city wall of Niuzhuang, and then blow up a section of the city wall for me, open up a battlefield, all pay attention, for the sake of victory, for the sake of the fourth column brothers who died, open fire——"

With Chen Xiaoming's roar, countless projectiles rushed towards the city wall like flying locusts.

Liu Zhiyuan also felt his exhaustion, and felt that his spine had begun to rattle, but he held on, because he stood on top of this high city wall, and could see that there were only four phalanxes left of the enemy on the opposite side, that is, only 4,000 men and horses left, and at this time, there were at least more than 20,000 people in his hands. This is a brilliant victory, as long as you hold on a little longer, the enemy general who has gone completely crazy will dedicate himself to one of the most brilliant results in the entire battle of the Qing Dynasty.

The sun rose again, tearing apart the boundless darkness, spreading his great brilliance on this hell on earth, the clear blue sky, with a trace of summer white clouds, leisurely drifting and floating, and at this time, Liu Zhiyuan's heart fell into the ice cellar, because he saw that another batch of Liao troops rushed into the battlefield, and they also brought the god of war that they knew best, and the most terrifying god of war - cannon.

For the power of cannons, in the entire Manchu Empire, no one can understand it better than Liu Zhiyuan. In fact, its power is even greater than Lu Hanqiang's explosives bag. It was with the various artillery pieces in his hands that he made the enemy on the opposite side suffer heavy losses, so that his Niuzhuang stood still, but now, the enemy also has cannons, and it is a terrifying hundred red-coated cannons, two hundred fatal Franc machine guns, and his own Niuzhuang is over.

"Niuzhuang is about to fall, the last general will fight to the last man, serve the Qing Dynasty, be loyal to the emperor, and beg His Majesty the Emperor, please let my family be a civilian." Liu Zhiyuan wrote these words densely on a small piece of paper word by word.

In this small note, Liu Zhiyuan still did not ask Huang Taiji for reinforcements as usual.

Originally, he did not propose to ask Huang Taiji for reinforcements, because Liu Zhiyuan had absolute confidence and relied on his own strength to defend this impregnable cow village.

And now there is no request for reinforcements, because Liu Zhiyuan knows, not to mention whether there are reinforcements in Huang Taiji's hands, even if there is, it is far from quenching the thirst, and the cannons on the opposite side are firing together, and his own Great Wall of Steel will be reduced to nothing, and the fall of his own Niuzhuang is only a matter of three or two days, and in three or two days, the reinforcements from Shengjing will not be able to catch up with the battlefield no matter what, and their defeat is doomed.

Holding up the white carrier pigeon with both hands, and throwing it into the air, the carrier pigeon took Liu Zhiyuan's last wish, spread its wings and rushed to the sky that was already rising, in the blue sky, drawing a white arc, and then flapping its wings and flying to the north.

At this time, the deputy general beside him reported to him with a heavy face: "The Fuliao army has retreated, do we organize people to repair that section of the city wall?" ”

"There's no need, as long as the cannon on the opposite side sounds, our city wall will be full of holes, you tell our brother, take advantage of this rare time, eat a little food and drink a little water, and prepare for the final decisive battle."

The lieutenant looked at him blankly for a while, and then silently went down to make arrangements.

Taking advantage of the short break in the enemy's artillery position, Liu Zhiyuan gently wiped his broadsword.

This knife was received from his father when he was a military household, and his father inherited it from his grandfather, and it may be even further up.

This knife has been engraved on it with the countless war history of his family, countless tragedies and bravery, countless sadness and sorrow, now, he does not want to hand over this knife to his son, the entire family war history, cut off from his own hands. Then he raised his face and looked at the northern sky: "I hope that my son will stay away from the war and become a peaceful mortal." ”

When I think of my son, I think of my younger brother, the younger brother who was raised by my own hands, the person I love the most: "Brother, no matter what my brother did wrong, no matter how different your thoughts are from mine, it doesn't matter, everything will pass, I have passed my second son to your name, inheriting your incense." You've been lonely in that world for too long, and you don't know what your life would be like without your brother's care. But it doesn't matter, because my brother is going to your world soon, continue to take care of you, and hope that there is no war in your world. ”

(End of chapter)