Chapter 70: Hesitation (I)

"Huai'an Army, Huai'an Army is coming..."Zou Pusheng shuddered suddenly, slowly squatted on the ground, tears flowing down his pale face like a spring.

"The Huai'an Army is the artillery of the Huai'an Army... The Tartars are finished... The Tartars are finished this time..."Zhang Dingbian, Zhang Bixian and others also stopped and were ecstatic.

Such a dense and indiscriminate bombardment must have come from the hands of the Huai'an army.

The officers and soldiers of the Mengyuan also had cannons, but their cannons were known for being bulky, and they were often four or five thousand catties, and they could not move forward with lightness. And the six-pound cannon in Ni Jiajun's hand cannons can't exceed ten guns when it's full, and it's impossible to play such a domineering momentum.

As if in response to their cheers, another volley of cannonballs smashed near the crumbling western city wall, blowing up the Yuan army above and below the city.

It must be the Huai'an Army... Only on their battleships were equipped with artillery of such a large scale. Only the guns on the battleship could only be fired at certain intervals in order to avoid the hull being overturned by recoil. Therefore, the sound of the cannon is very rhythmic, like the melody of the Tang drums.

"Boom..."A flowering bomb hit the enemy building at the north gate, completely bulldozing the enemy building that had collapsed most of it. Broken bricks and wood were intertwined with shrapnel and flew in all directions. Anyone who is affected will have broken tendons and fractures.

The officers and soldiers of Meng Yuan were caught off guard by this wild bombardment. One by one, they scurried around like flies, and no one knew how to deal with them.

A few minutes ago, victory was as easy to come by to them as ripe apricots. However, after only a few minutes, all they were left with was fire and death.

"Stop, don't panic. Go into the city, kill into the city. The thieves came from the river, and they, they wouldn't be able to board the land for a while..."Mengyuan, the prime minister of Sichuan Province, replied that Ya Badulu was so angry that he smoked, and the wheel knife chopped over the two centurions who were scurrying around, and shouted orders.

"Stop, don't panic. Rush into the city. The thieves came from the river, and there was no time to land..."

"Stop, don't panic. Rush into the city. The thieves came from the river, and there was no time to land..."

"Stop, don't panic. Rush into the city. The thieves came from the river, and there was no time to land..."

Answer: The son of Badulu, Pingzhang Polo Timur of Sichuan Province, led more than 100 personal soldiers to repeat the commander's orders loudly over and over again.

The judgment of their father and son is not inaccurate, although the artillery fire of the Huai'an army is fierce, but the soldiers cannot kill the city of Qizhou in a short time. As long as the officers and soldiers of Mengyuan took control of Qizhou City before the Huai'an Army, they could take the people of Qizhou City hostage and hold it with superior troops. At that time, the Huai'an Army would not dare to bomb innocent people indiscriminately, taking into account Zhu Chongjiu's good reputation. The baggage carried on the battleship alone was not enough to support the Huai thieves and the official army to have a protracted war.

It's just that the huge gap in just a few minutes made the Meng Yuan soldiers under the command of their father and son unable to stabilize their minds at all. I just want to withdraw from the overwhelming artillery fire and stay away from the cursed place of Qizhou City. One by one, they rushed out along the newly opened west gate, like frightened grasshoppers.

"Come with me, block the city gates..."Polo Timur was so angry that his eyes were on fire, and with a swing of his sword, he was ready to lead his cronies to block everyone's retreat.

AnswerYa Badulu grabbed him from behind, his eyes full of disappointment, "Don't go, it's too late... Withdraw your troops, pass on my orders, withdraw now..."

"Grandpa........." Polo Timur jumped to his feet in anger and shouted, "There are not a few boats in total, I don't believe that they can kill everyone with their artillery..."

"Withdraw the troops..."Answering Ya Badulu raised his hand and gave him a slap, roaring angrily. You lead people to withdraw first, and I lead people to break off. Hold your ground, don't tremble..."

"You? Polo Timur was so dazed by the beating that he stalked his neck and glared.

"Major General, outside the city, outside the big camp outside the city...", Sen Zhi Tuhuan gently tugged at his stumbling armor and reminded in a very low voice. There was a fire on the side of the camp outside the city. If we don't withdraw, our army will be mighty..."

"Ah......?" Polo Timur woke up like a dream and turned his head to look five miles away. I saw that under the starry sky, there was a strange fire rising from the ground. The location of the fire is the camp of the officers and soldiers.

"Don't make a noise, organize people to retreat... There are 10,000 brothers left behind in the camp, and even if they are attacked by a sneak attack, they will not be taken down by the thieves immediately..."The voice of Ya Badulu sounded in his ears again, and every word was full of anxiety.

The enemy is typically using a strategy of attacking the heart, first sending a sentry to set fire to the camp, and then bombarding the officers and soldiers who are entering the city with random artillery. However, the distance between Qizhou City and the big camp was so far, how could the soldiers of the Great Yuan, who were suddenly frustrated, believe that their back road was not lost? In case the morale of the army collapses at this moment, even if there are only 3,000 Huai thieves who come ashore, it is enough to make everyone die without a place to bury...

"Obey orders..."Polo Timur has been fighting behind his father for three or four years, and his basic skills are very solid. When I calmed down a little, I immediately understood my father's good intentions. He quickly bowed his hand and saluted, turned around and led his cronies to organize a retreat.

With the concerted efforts of their father and son, the officers and soldiers of Mengyuan, who had just captured the western city wall and part of the city, rushed out of the city like a tide. No matter how hard the artillery fire was overhead, it couldn't make them stay for a moment. As for the wounded soldiers, they did not hesitate to throw them near the city walls, and no matter how much they pleaded and scolded, they never looked back.

"The Tartars have withdrawn, brothers, follow me to kill Ni Wenjun..." Chen Youliang quickly caught the fighter, jumped up again, and rushed to the north gate with a shout.

"Kill Ni Wenjun, kill Ni Wenjun..."Zhang Dingbian, Zhang Bixian and others followed, and then there were only more than 70 remnants left.

The remnants of the army, covered in blood, strode along the streets full of fireheads. Foreseeing the ruffians who dared to make a fortune, they stepped forward and cut meat sauce with a random knife. When they encountered their own brothers who were lonely, they could not help but pull them into the line.

"Kill Ni Wenjun... Kill Ni Wenjun... Don't let the guy surnamed Ni escape..."

"The Tartars withdrew, the Tartars withdrew. Everyone went to kill Ni Wenjun and avenge the dead brothers..."

The group walked and stopped, constantly dispersing the ruffians who were in trouble, and constantly collecting the rout soldiers hiding in the corners. Before they could reach the foot of the northern wall, the number of people had increased tenfold. Even some low-level officials of the Tianwan Dynasty, as well as dignitaries and dignitaries, took the initiative to follow behind them, trying to get a dazzling letter of nomination before the new owner of Qizhou City arrived.

Chen Youliang did not refuse to come, and sent Zhang Dingbian, Zhang Bixian and Ou Puxiang's hardcore friends out, so that they could quickly reorganize the team. When the horses on both sides of the north gate finally appeared in his field of vision, he immediately pointed the tip of his knife forward and shouted, "Follow me... Kill the thief..."

The line, which had swelled to more than a thousand people, rushed up to the city like a tidal wave. Seeing the Ni rebels blocking the way, they immediately surrounded them and split their bodies into pieces...

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