With the roar, the commander, who had lost his hands, could not hold the battlements, and fell from the city and fell to the ground and passed out. One of the centurions, who had taken over from the commander of the thousand, www.biquge.info then made a decision that he considered wise, and cried out: "Withdraw the troops!" ”

When the Tartars under the city heard this, they immediately raised their commanders and retreated to their own camp. The Mongol soldiers in the city had no way to retreat at this time, and they were killed by Jinguan, Wang Mingjian and others in a short time when they were isolated and helpless. With the screams of their companions coming from the city, the retreating Mongolian Tartars were all heartbroken, not noticing that Ziren was standing on the city and looking at him.

"Ma Shinan, Ma Dayan let General Ben see if your archery skills have regressed, and shoot the Tartar leader with the broken hand to death for me." As Ziren spoke, he walked over to a small sample Furlong machine filled with Ziren.

Erma Deling quickly took the bow and arrow from his back, and with the sound of two bowstrings, an arrow and an arrow were shot into the back of the heart and neck of the commander, and the commander twitched twice and his head hung down weakly, and there was no longer the slightest breath of life.

Seeing that the commander was killed by an arrow, the remaining Tartars immediately quickened their pace. At this time, Ziren aimed the muzzle of the cannon at the place where the Tartar had the most, and then picked up the red-hot iron hook and lit the fire door.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the fiery cannonballs flew towards the Mongolian Tartars who were huddled together and fleeing for their lives. Broke one of the Mongol Tartars at the waist, bounced back up when they landed, broke the thigh of another Mongol soldier, and landed next to the centurion who ordered him to retreat.

The cannonball hit the ground and kicked up dust, which made the centurion stunned for a moment, and before he could rejoice that he had escaped this catastrophe, Ziren reloaded and fired a second cannonball like lightning.

The centurion's body was pierced by a cannonball on the spot, and there was a faint unwillingness in his eyes when he fell to the ground with a bang.

"That's a good shot." After Ziren muttered to himself, he looked at the golden crown that was busy cutting off the head, and asked, "Brother Jin, this little Furlong machine is very good, is there any surplus in the camp?" Send me a few later. ”

Jin Guan relied on Ziren to lead troops to help him defeat Mengnu this time, and when he saw Ziren speak, he laughed and said, "This is easy to say." Our Shenyang Wei's self-made Fran machine is the best in Liaodong, and I will transfer a few doors to you after the Tartars have retired. Speaking of this, he paused intentionally, rolled his eyes twice, and continued: "Ziren." How do you and I divide these heads? ”

The hundreds of first-level Ziren under the north wall haven't had time to cut them down, and the dozen or so heads in the city naturally won't be in their eyes, and he replied with a smile: "Brother Jin, let's do this, you will later transfer ten military craftsmen who can make Fran machine guns to my command, and I won't fight with you for these military exploits." ”

"It's a deal!" Jin Guan was afraid that Ziren would regret it. I agreed.

As soon as Ziren wanted to lead his troops back to Beicheng, he saw Sun Shoujing leading his troops to come, and asked with a concerned face: "Ziren, how is the battle situation here in Jinguan?" ”

Jin Guan sent people to Ziren and Sun Shoujing for help at the same time, and when he saw that the Tartars had retreated, Sun Shoujing arrived, and said angrily: "The child has just died, General Sun, you are really at the right time." ”

Before the attack on the eastern city, the Mongol Tartars launched an offensive against the western city first. Seeing that Feng Wensheng, who was defending here, was tight, Sun Shoujing led his troops to help, but it was too late. Hearing the cynicism of the golden crown, he just wanted to explain. But Ziren preemptively said: "What kind of children and milk will be later, which of you has a cauldron in the camp to lend me a few bites." ”

How can there be no one who does not bring a pot when he marches to fight, Sun Shoujing saw that Ziren came out to play a round, and the enemy was unwilling to hurt his peace for this at present, so he changed the conversation about the transfer to Ziren cauldron. In order to prevent the enemy from being inconvenient in transferring troops during the next siege, the two agreed that Sun Shoujing would assist in defending the western city and Ziren would assist in defending the eastern city, and then return to their respective stations.

When Ziren returned to the north wall with his troops, the moon had gradually climbed the treetops. It seems that this Mongolian Tartar will not attack the city again today, while sending people to lay down the hanging basket and go to the head of the city. At the same time, he ordered the people to start burying the pot and cooking.

"Brothers, who have worked hard to kill the enemy today, come and eat and eat." It wasn't long before the people brought buckets of food to the city.

Ziren carried a large number of supplies with the army, and this meal was served at the end of the meal, with buckets of white rice and steamed buns like a hill. The hot pork liver soup and large pieces of fatty and thin bacon made the soldiers participating in the war eat openly.

Sun Shoujing, Jin Guan and others in the city who watched it were drooling, Ziren naturally would not be stingy, and sent someone to send some to the generals in the city, which attracted praise from everyone.

Ziren ordered a few tables. Summoned Wang Mingqiang, Lei Zhenwei, Wang Shouguan and other officers above the general banner to sit around and eat and drink.

Among them, the one who belongs to the sea is the most embarrassed, chewing bacon in his mouth, holding two white-flour steamed buns with his hands left and right, and staring intently at the food on the table.

Ziren smiled and poured him a bowl of soup and handed it over, regardless of whether he understood it or not, and said, "Eat slowly, don't choke." At this time, he turned his gaze to Li Lao Liu and asked, "Lao Liu, how do you say this Mongolian word 'send people to sneak attack'?" By the way, you're helping me ask about the sea, which tribes do these Tartars belong to. ”

After Li Laoliu and Nahai answered truthfully, the corners of Ziren's mouth raised slightly. Then he called Wang Mingqiang and Wang Shouguan, and asked the two to select fifty rough-looking and well-skilled soldiers, and after dinner, they would recuperate and act with themselves at night.

At this time, Ding Shoutie walked over, looked at Ziren with a smile and said, "Report to the general!" When the Tartars retreated, they took some of the corpses with them, and in this battle, they beheaded ninety-seven Mengnu heads, and more than a dozen were broken so that they could not be seen to be Tartars, and a number of blades, armor, bows and arrows were seized. Speaking of this, he glanced at Wang Shouguan with a wicked smile and continued: "In addition to Wang Jiang's burns, there are three other soldiers who were scratched by sharp weapons after the explosion of 10,000 enemies, but they are all skin injuries and no big problems, this battle is a great victory!" ”

Ziren nodded after hearing this, and said in a low voice: "Shoutie finds a leeward place and leads someone to set up the borrowed cauldron." The corpses of these Tartars under the city were chopped up and thrown into pots to make corpse oil, and they were packed in carbon canisters and burned to death when the Tartars returned. ”

"Ahh After hearing this, Ding Shoutie felt a burst of sour water in his stomach.

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In the middle of the night, several sentries outside the Changangbu camp were gathering listlessly. Today's siege was not smooth, and many of the rescued companions were hit by the Ming army's bullets, and now they are lying in the camp and have not yet lost their breath, and they can't help but let out a faint scream. At first, it made a few people a little frightened, but as time went by, they gradually became numb.

At this time, a Mongolian sentry got up listlessly, and in a trance, several figures dressed similarly to him popped out, and when the other party walked in, he found that the people who came were holding machetes and holding branches in their mouths, not their own people!

"Someone robbed ...... Yes! Before the sentry could finish shouting, he was stabbed twice in the abdomen, and he was angry on the spot. A few screams followed, and the remaining sentinels were killed.

The sneak attacker took out the branches in his mouth, smeared some blood from the sentry and smeared it on his face, and then shouted loudly in Mongolian: "Brain-haired people send people to sneak attack, quickly get up and fight!" (To be continued.) )

PS: (The next chapter will be updated around 10 p.m. tomorrow night)