Chapter 300: The Heart of the Army

"My lord, something really happened!" At this time, Zhao Hong didn't care whether Peng Yue and Qiu Qingge were still blushing and holding their little hands, and didn't care whether Peng Yue's eyes staring at him were about to erupt fire, he just gasped for breath and wanted to tell Peng Yue the news

"My lord, the Tartar soldiers besieging the city outside are shouting below, saying... Say that our army on the other side of Maliang Mountain... Those who are already dead are dead, and those who have fled have escaped, here we are..."

"He farts!" Before Peng Yue could finish speaking, he pointed at his nose and yelled. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"My lord, it's not my fart, it's the Tartars' fart...", Zhao Hong hurriedly waved his hand and said.

Qiu Qingge, "..."

"If they fart randomly, you tell them to let it go!" , Peng Yue was so anxious that he was about to jump up from the ground, "Which Tartar shouts like this again, you will shoot him with an arrow, and if the bow and arrow can't be shot, you will bombard him to death with a cannon, there are not too many people in the Tartar who can speak Chinese, and they will all to death!" Don't let them deceive the army! ā€

"My lord, it's not this... Oops...", Zhao Hong was in a hurry, and his words couldn't be said clearly, "You can go to the city wall and take a look yourself, I don't know what to do..."

"What the hell is going on, I'll see for myself!" , Peng Yue glanced at Zhao Hong angrily, and then prepared to change into his battle armor and personally go to the city wall mountain to supervise the battle.

"Brother Peng, I'll go with you!" Before Peng Yue could answer, Qiu Qingge turned around and went to get Peng Yue's battle armor.

"Sir, be careful, there are quite a lot of enemies, let's defend them... Easy...", Zhao Hong was glared at by Peng Yue, and the last two words were swallowed into his stomach.

"Brother Peng, you quickly change into the battle armor, let's go over immediately...", Qiu Qingge was already holding the battle armor at this time and held it in front of Peng Yue.

"What? Why don't you hurry up? Want to see me change my clothes here? Peng Yue yelled at Zhao Hong angrily.

"Oh...", Zhao Hong looked at Peng Yue, and then at Qiu Qingge beside him, the expressions of the two of them looked quite natural, "Okay, I'll go first, you... You change slowly, change slowly...", Zhao Hong hurriedly ran out.

Peng Yue also realized the tension of the situation at this time, and as soon as Zhao Hong went out, he picked up his battle armor and changed into it, while Qiu Qingge also walked to the inner room and quickly changed into a set of strong clothes.

"Let's go!" When Peng Yue saw Qiu Qingge walking out, the two glanced at each other tacitly and walked outside quickly.

Just as the two of them rode towards the city, they already felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and the wounded soldiers who were carried down from the city wall, their evasive and even slightly frightened eyes, made Peng Yue feel a chill in his heart.

What happened, Peng Yue really didn't dare to think about it now, to be honest, he was a little scared now. Looking at Qiu Qingge next to her, Peng Yue bumped into her eyes again, on the contrary, she didn't look a little panicked, but nodded to herself, trying to give herself courage and strength.

"Drive!" , Peng Yue sped up, he couldn't wait to rush to the city to see what was going on.

"Your Excellency, you're finally here!" , Zhao Hong took the horsewhip thrown by Peng Yue, followed behind Peng Yue and Qiu Qingge, and went up to the city tower.

When Peng Yue stood still in the city tower, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, only to see that the dense Tartar army was arrayed not far from the city wall, and there were already many dead bodies under the city wall, some Tartar and some of their own, blood smeared all over the ground.

"Listen to the Ming dog in the city, you can't escape, surrender quickly, maybe I will let you live!" Several Tartar soldiers shouted again in the distance.

And they are smart, they all stand far away, and in different directions, both outside the range of bows and arrows, it is difficult for artillery to kill them all at once.

"My lord, they are standing too far away, and we don't have many shells...", Zhao Hong explained in a low voice from the side.

"I know...", Peng Yue sighed, "Just let them scold, set up the artillery, as long as they dare to get close to it, give me a damn blow..."

"Yes!" , Zhao Hong replied loudly, but then his body fell shorter, and leaned closer to Peng Yue, "But... My lord, is what they say true or false? ā€

"Whether what they say is true or false, the soldiers must be convinced that it is false!" , Peng Yue whispered to Zhao Hong, "And our army is like a broken bamboo, how can there be such a defeat, I must not know what happened, this must be a trick of the Tartars!" In short, don't listen to their nonsense, just lead the soldiers to defend the city! ā€

"Yes!" , Zhao Hong's voice was like a bell, and then he turned around and shouted to the soldiers guarding the city on the side of the city wall, "Everyone listen, this is all the trick of the Tartar envoys, our army is like a bamboo, and it is about to fight, let's hold on for a while, turn around and wait for the reinforcements to come, let's fight the Tartars by surprise!" ā€

"Okay, boy, good eloquence!" , Peng Yue smiled and patted Zhao Hong's shoulder, but the worry in his heart became heavier and heavier, he really wanted to know what happened.

"Brother Peng, what should I do now?" , Qiu Qing singer lifted a long sword, with a heroic posture, standing beside Peng Yue, like a female general who commanded.

"It's okay, as long as we hold the city, there will be nothing at all...", Peng Yue held Qiu Qingge's hand and smiled at her, "I believe that reinforcements should arrive soon, as long as we hold on until then, there will be nothing left." ā€

"Listen to the Ming Dog in the city, your reinforcements will never come...", several Tartar soldiers may have noticed Peng Yue's existence and saw that he should be the highest official in the city, so they shouted harder.

"Zhao Hong, how many shells are left?" , Peng Yue listened to the Tartar constantly scolding below, and was a little annoyed for a while.

"My lord, the cannonball... It's really not much...", Zhao Hong said on the side, "Otherwise, according to his small temper, he would have bombarded his mother..."

Peng Yue glanced at Zhao Hong and felt that what he said was indeed true, so he was silent.

"Minggou in the city, don't resist anymore! If you still don't believe it, I'll show you something...", the tartar croaked in a mess, making Peng Yue upset again.

"Zhao Hong, you also let our people shout! , just say... said that the Tartars were beaten by us and had no power to fight back, and even my son Huang Taiji was dead, and persuaded them to flee for their lives as soon as possible...", Peng Yue crossed his hands on his hips and stared at him with big eyes.

"Okay...", Zhao Hong received the order, and just felt a little happy, but saw that the Tartar soldiers under the city were quiet.

I saw that the Tartar soldiers all took a few steps back, but pushed to a siege ladder in front, and there was a long pole inserted on the ladder, and a thing hung on the head of the pole, "Ming dog in the city, look at it, this thing, do you know it?" (To be continued.) )