The three hundred cavalrymen who followed behind Yang Husheng were all like dragoons, wearing red rotten silver plate armor and a red cloak behind them, which was extremely majestic.

Their eyes were cold as they looked at the sneak attackers running wildly in the distance, as if they were looking at the dead.

The Jurchen slave soldiers around them looked at them with awe and fear in their eyes.

Yang Husheng raised his hand high: "Reload!" ”

The soldiers shouted in response, removed the flintlock pistols from their backs, and began to reload them.

Soon, the reload is complete.

And taking advantage of this time, Guta Yinde led the people to advance a distance.

It's not that far.

Yang Husheng said in a deep voice: "Give the order, let the troops in front disperse." ”

The order was conveyed layer by layer, and the Jurchen slave soldiers of a thousand households who were ordered to resist hurriedly got out of the way.

Guta Yinde, who was struggling to kill, only felt that his front suddenly opened up, and the seemingly endless soldiers who were blocking in front of him suddenly dispersed like a tide, revealing the emptiness in front of him.

Then the next moment, Guta Yinde saw the cavalry team standing majestically not far away, like a mountain.

His heart sank into the endless abyss.

As a general of a thousand households, a character who knows how to manage soldiers and understands soldiers, he can see at a glance how strong those cavalry on the opposite side are!

The strength of an army, armor is the most intuitive reaction!

And these cavalrymen in front of them are not only wearing plate armor, but at worst cotton armor. At least in terms of combat effectiveness. It's definitely more than the average armored cavalry!

And most importantly, their temperament!

These cavalrymen, with their prison-like temperament, are definitely caused by countless killings, and how can their combat effectiveness be worse?

At this moment, Gutainde suddenly wanted to laugh in his heart, and he wanted to laugh at himself loudly: What are you arrogant? What is the arrogance? is still delusional about defeating others, and he doesn't weigh himself!

However, the instinct to survive made him yell: "Run! ”

He was also very quick to see the opportunity. Immediately knew that it was absolutely impossible to take advantage of this time, so he fled directly to the side without a fight.

And this time. Yang Husheng was already coldly shouting: "Launch!" ”

It's only one hundred and fifty meters.

This is already a fairly sure range for flintlock pistols!

The order was transmitted, and about 1,000 musketeers with a firing angle calmly pulled the trigger.

The crisp sound of gunfire resounded through the heavens and the earth, and Guta Yinde and the others only saw a cluster of fire light coming out of the burning sticks in the hands of the Ming army on the opposite side, and then saw a cluster of blood flowers on the chest and thighs of the robe beside them, lying on the ground, some died directly, and some were groaning loudly and screaming in pain.

Some were particularly unlucky and were hit in the head and their heads were shattered. Red and white splashed the soldier next to him.

"What is this?" Gutainde's intuitive heart was depressed, as if something was piling up in his lungs, crushing him almost out of breath!

He just wanted to roar in the sky, but he couldn't, he just instinctively ran to the side, running away with his men.

And the black-clothed elites, whose faces had never had any other expressions other than indifference and bloodthirstiness, showed their faces full of horror and panic for the first time.

"What is this? How is it so scary? They shouted in horror in their hearts, and some of them even screamed that they could be chosen to take on such a task. Not only must you be brave and able to fight, but you must also be smart, and you are anxious one by one, but the soles of your feet are not slow.

And they ran away, but the Jurchen slave soldiers who followed them were stupid!

The team of real slave soldiers has reached more than 10,000 people! …,

In fact, their own combat effectiveness is not weak. For example, those under Xia Zikai's command are inseparable from those Jurchen elite armored foot soldiers on the city wall. But the problem is that these Jurchen slave soldiers are already like lost souls, and Guta Yinde and others are their backbones!

But at this time, the backbone of the main body couldn't control them, and in order to escape for his life, he ran away!

Tens of thousands of people stood there at a loss.

At this time, Yang Husheng waved his hand, the team in front of him cracked, began to accelerate slowly, the war horses began to trot, and the soldiers carried the flintlock pistols behind them, and there was a sonorous sound, and the soldiers pulled out the long-handled sabers on their waists!

In the firelight, the sharp edge of the saber makes people feel chilled!

And these Jurchen slave soldiers who faced the charge of the Fourth Guards cavalry were even more heartbroken, and their hearts were cold!

A Jurchen slave soldier screamed, his eyes were extremely protruding from the sockets, like dead fish eyes, his face was red, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his lower body feces and urine flowed together, and a foul smell was overflowing.

It turned out that he was already scared to death!

Many of them were slaughtered by the cavalry of the Fourth Guard, captured by the Tenth Guard, and became slave soldiers since then, and after a few months of getting along day and night, the cavalry of the Fourth Guard practiced at dusk, and the Jin Ge Iron Horse made them deeply aware of how terrifying these people were, and the fear in their hearts was already deeply rooted and could no longer be removed.

So much so that when he saw these knights dressed in bright red and like a red god of death charging towards him, he was scared to death!

Before the knights' blades could reach their heads, the deadly guns rang out again.

From the wide cracks left by the front robes, the cavalry behind also raised their flintlock pistols one after another and opened fire!

Thousands of buckshot spilled down, piercing clothes, tearing flesh and nails into the body, bringing death and panic!

This row of guns caused six or seven hundred people to fall in the ranks of the Jurchen slave soldiers, and death broke out around him, which completely woke up such a stupid Jurchen slave soldier.

"O musket! Muskets! ”

The Jurchen slave soldiers hissed and shouted one after another, mixed with unconcealable cries.

"Brethren! Run! Deling knew that these men were the foundation of his future life. It must not be left alone. With a roar, he ran after Guta Yinde surrounded by those henchmen at the core.

The people around them also fled in a hurry.

"So this is the fire gun? Sure enough, it is extremely powerful, far better than a bow and arrow! These Wu Yi troops really can't be underestimated, not only are their combat effectiveness so strong, but they are far superior to us in terms of weapons! After I go back, I will definitely explain it to the Lord Wanhu! A shout came from behind, and Gutainde suddenly realized.

I have to mention here that the news of the Jurchens is closed, and there is so little communication between them that Wu Yijun has fought so many battles with the Haixi Jurchens. But I really don't know anything about Wu Yijun here, and I don't even understand Wu Yijun's famous musket, if it weren't for the fact that Guta Yinde accidentally heard someone mention it when he was in the Khan's court, he really didn't understand what the word musket meant.

Guta Yinde is thoughtful. It was also the capital of the tyrant who was in danger, and he seemed to be flustered just now, but in fact the choice of the direction of escape was also very knowledgeable - the direction he chose to escape was the direction of the West City Gate.

And the central camp is not far from the West City Gate, and the most important thing is that Guta Yinde found that after escaping in this direction, the resistance to blocking snipers along the way is much weaker!

And it's no wonder. The tenth guard and ninety thousand households, most of the thousands of households near the west city gate were transferred to the city wall one by one by Xia Zikai to fight with the Jianzhou Jurchens, and naturally there was little resistance. …,

As a result, it can be seen that in the huge camp, hundreds of black-clothed people are running wildly in front, and tens of thousands of Jurchen slave soldiers are following behind, fleeing in a hurry.

Behind them was the 4th Guards Cavalry.

Yang Husheng's face sank like water.

At this moment, he was actually extremely annoyed in his heart, even if he was in this position now. He could also hear the earth-shattering shouts of killing coming from the West City Gate!

This shows that Jianzhou Nu is really attacking the city, and the scale of the siege is definitely not too small.

He didn't expect that the Jianzhou Jurchens would implement such a bold plan, and dare to send people down from the White Eagle Peak so unscrupulously, and then join forces inside and outside. Look at it like this, it is a vain attempt to destroy these people in one fell swoop!

When I first thought about it. Yang Husheng also had to admire the other party's whimsical thinking, he could think of such strategies, but after admiration, he was extremely annoyed!

In the midst of the anger, there was a hint of fear and unease.

No matter what happens tonight, the heavy losses on your side are certain, not to mention anything else, but looking at these renegade Jurchen slave soldiers, it will lead to the loss of the whole army reaching 10%! Under the advantages of one and the other, not to mention the impact on future combat effectiveness, what he is most afraid of in his heart is to live up to the adult's commission.

Such a defeat!

The adult sent himself and Xia Zikai to garrison here, but as soon as Pu entered the battle, he suffered such a big loss, how could he explain to the adult?

If you think about it further, will adults think about themselves because of this defeat?

This is Yang Husheng's cautiousness, and he thinks about everything carefully.

Now, the only thing that can make up for it is to kill!

Kill them! If you kill enough enemies, you can offset the losses on your side, so in front of adults, there are always some arguments!

Yang Hu pointed forward with his knife and shouted: "Don't leave one!" ”

The 4,500 cavalry of the Fourth Guard were like tigers out of the cage, viciously killing the back of the Jurchen slave soldiers!

The cavalry had an advantage against the infantry, not to mention such a strong cavalry and such a weak foot soldier, and these foot soldiers were fleeing in a hurry with their backs to the cavalry at the moment, and the morale could be said to be negative.

This is the so-called Ouroboros chase! How powerful is the Ouroboros pursuit?

In the change of Tumubao that year, the 30,000 Wara army wiped out the entire army of 500,000 Ming Jing troops, the reason was because the morale of the Ming army was gone, the army was scattered, and they only cared about fleeing for their lives.

The Fourth Guard Cavalry smashed into those Jurchen slave soldiers like an incomparably sharp knife!

The knights raised their sabers high and slashed at the necks of the rebel slaves, their swords falling to the ground, blood splattering and their heads rolling to the ground.

The sound of shouting and killing, screaming, and the cracking sound of horses' hooves trampling the earth were all in one. These Jurchen slave soldiers had no will to resist. Almost at the mercy of slaughter, he just pulled his legs hard, but what he thought in his heart was not to escape the butcher knives that killed the gods, as long as he ran faster than others.

The Jurchen slave soldiers began to die in large numbers.

No one turned back, no one dared to turn back, and no one organized it, they were all scared out of their minds!

Yang Husheng raised the saber in his hand high and gently slashed through the neck of a Jurchen slave soldier, the sharp blade easily cut the major artery in his neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The Jurchen slave soldier clutched his neck, and his mouth made a sound of drinking, and blood mixed with a large amount of pink blood foam overflowed from his mouth, and his eyes began to drift. Under his feet, the whole person spun in the air for half a circle, and then fell to the ground with his back to the sky, his eyes no longer focused. …,

Yang Husheng slowly withdrew his sword, there was no longer any need for him to make any more moves, and the knights around him had already killed all the enemies in this area.

But he was very unhappy in his heart, these people were originally his own people, and they wanted to fight with the enemy!

It's even a little distressing.

One chases, the other flees. Soon they came to the vicinity of the city gates.

The battle has been going on for half an hour, which sounds very short, but in this half hour, the city wall of the West Gate has become like purgatory!

On the head of the city, under the walls, there were broken arms and stumps everywhere,

At this time, the scene above and below the city can only be covered with horizontal corpses. It can be described as a river of blood.

Under the city, there are countless dead bodies, among which there are Jianzhou Jurchen armored foot soldiers, and more are Jurchen slave soldiers. There are many in the city. There were more under the city, and there were already thick piles of corpses underneath. It is two or three meters high, which can almost be described as a mountain of corpses, and countless corpses are spread out layer by layer, from high to low, spreading more than ten meters away.

It seems that everywhere you look, there are either corpses or blood.

Under the light of the blazing torches, it is a scene like a bloody purgatory.

The cold night breeze in September in the Northeast blows constantly, with a strong smell of blood.

The head of the city was as if it had been washed with blood, and the gray and white color of the stone was completely invisible, and the entire city wall had turned into the black-brown color after the blood had dried up, which was not known how much blood had been stained before rendering it, and it had penetrated deeply into the surface texture of the stone, even if it was washed away with water.

It was only half an hour of fighting, and the walls were even dilapidated, covered with all kinds of slashing marks.

It is hard to imagine that such a short period of fighting can produce such a strong devastation, but it is also a matter of course.

The intensity and intensity of this short and sudden battle have even far exceeded the first battle of Xishenwei that was extremely tragic and directly damaged the vitality of the Haixi Jurchens!

In just half an hour and an hour, the casualties on both sides combined exceeded 30,000!

You must know that at the beginning of the Xishen Defense, the two sides fought fiercely, and the casualties added up to only double this number!

This is an incomparably tragic, stalemate, high-intensity, low-tech battle!

It's just that, no matter how tragic this battle is, how it is

The eyes of the people who were all under the city were blood-red, but their hands trembled unconsciously, and the whole person was trembling slightly as if he had goat epilepsy.

His heart was already shrouded in fear and disbelief.

The Jurchens have not fought for decades, how can they compare with the small fights of those Northern Mongolian tribes in the west? At that time, Mandala was just a centurion, following the Great Khan Wanyan Chen monk to guard Yehe City, facing a steady stream of attacks from 150,000 Ming border troops!

And the defenders, only 30,000!

At that time, there were so many soldiers, such a tragic battle, and so many dead people!

However, now it is offensive and defensive.

There are already 10,000 armored foot soldiers, or only 3,000 people have come down, and most of them are still wounded, and many of them are already seriously injured and disabled, and they no longer have the strength to fight!

Seeing that the battle on the city wall was falling behind again, Manra looked back at Nalan Jiancheng with luck, but found that he was still expressionless with a cold face.

Manradu's heart cooled suddenly, and he let out a long sigh and waved his hand weakly.

Another five thousand armored foot soldiers strode out under the leadership of the officer. Climb towards the ladder. …,

The Mantra did not know that this method of warfare was called the method of oil warfare in later generations. But he knew the danger, but there was no way to do it, the wall was so big, and there were no more people on it.

Nalan Jiancheng sat on his horse, staring at the city, his face gloomy as water.

In his expectation, the battlefield battle did not have to be so difficult. Looking at the posture in front of him, Guta Yinde had obviously infiltrated the camp of the Wuyi Army and successfully created chaos inside. And he could even hear the shouts of killing coming from the depths of Wu Yijun's camp, which showed that Guta Yinde had done a good job and had been creating chaos.

But these Wu Yijun in front of him didn't seem to be attracted and distracted by that side at all. And the enemy's forces on this side seem to be endless, as if they will never be cut off. Kill one, fill in two! No matter how many enemies you kill, there are always more popping up!

There is only one explanation for this, and that is that the enemy's forces are too large, so large that they exceed their own expectations! So much so that the enemy can completely ignore his own strategy and fight on two fronts!

Nalan Jiancheng had an ominous premonition in his heart - he had expected that the strength of the Wu Yi Army would be about 30,000, because according to the information he had obtained before, the total number of Wu Yi troops would not exceed 100,000. And Wu Yijun obviously can't send all the troops here, so he was full of confidence, as long as he resists hard and uses manpower to die inside, the first one who can't stand it will definitely be Wu Yijun!

Unexpectedly, the quality of Wu Yijun's soldiers was surprisingly low, but the number of soldiers was extraordinarily large.

I can't finish the fight!

Nalan Jiancheng already had the intention of retreating in his heart, but he was waiting, waiting for Guta Yinde to come out of the camp!

Then. It's going to be a chance for him!

If Guta Yinde can successfully fight from the inside, then there will be a turning point in this war!

Xia Zikai stood on the city tower, the indifference on his face was like ice that could not be melted for ten thousand years.

This was not the first time he had witnessed so many lives and deaths. But it was the first time that so many people were personally sent into the abyss of death. At first, I thought it was thrilling, but later. But he was numb and indifferent, just mechanical, coldly giving orders one after another, and tens of millions of deaths and injuries were just a number in his eyes.

It's just that one by one thousands of households filled in, and after being disabled, they were withdrawn, and the banner of the Wu Yi Army, which was ten zhang high, was still standing, and a violent night wind blew, and under the reflection of countless torches, the big characters embroidered with six gold threads of the 'Tenth Guard of the Wu Yi Army' on the banner were still shining!

This banner of the Wu Yi Army is still standing, even if around it, countless corpses have been piled up into a mountain!

The fierce battle below continued, and some of the soldiers strode up and reported: "Commander, the Tartars who have infiltrated the camp have fled to this side, and the number is about hundreds, and. ”

He paused for a moment and said in a low voice: "There are more than 10,000 slave soldiers who rebel!" ”

"Rebellion?" Xia Zikai's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he smiled coldly: "Is it finally here?" ”

He suddenly raised the silver tael, and shouted: "Order, set up a formation, don't let those rebels get out alive!" ”

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When the fierce battle outside the White Eagle Gorge was in full swing, the ranks of the untouchables were not far from Zhenyuanfu.

They set out from the great city of Zhubang on September 15, and at this time they had just passed the Wuzhi Wild Wood Place, which was less than fifty miles away from Zhenyuanfu.

When I got here, I felt that the sky was high and far, and the blue made people feel dizzy for a while, and the wind was stronger, and the wind blew up and made people feel chills in their hearts.

It's just that when you get here, the official road is also smoother, and for these untouchables, the road is better.

The main road is built along the Songhua River, and not far from one side is the mighty Songhua River, which reflects the bright light under the afternoon sun, and it is dazzling to look at. The mighty Songhua River could not be seen at a glance, and at the beginning they were all amazed, lamenting that there was such a wide river in the north, but slowly, they got used to it.

On the left is the Songhua River, and on the right is a large corn field.

The cornfields in the northeast, the further north you go, the more endless they become.

Peng Shanhu walked slowly with the team, still looking unsurprising, a gust of cold wind came, he seemed to feel a little cold, his sleeves were raised, and the whole person shrunk.

Glancing to the right, he saw the peasants with guarded faces and dung forks in their hands, and he snorted coldly in his heart.

After the untouchables came here, they gradually became a lot more courageous, and some of them cheekily went to the local farmers to ask for a few corn cobs to eat when they were resting, but they didn't expect that these farmers would not give them at all, not a single one! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )