"The Ming army is coming, run!" The shouting outside was louder, and a group of Tartar soldiers were hurrying towards the north gate of the city, which was the only gate that had not been sealed, and only there. Only www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion has a way to live, but they don't know that Peng Yue has already set up an ambush at that fork in the road.

"Your Excellency... Possible... It may be that Lord Qiu has brought troops over...", Zhao Hong's voice trembled a little on the side, he didn't expect Peng Yue to be so crazy just now.

"This is war? Who is the prey and who is the predator? Peng Yue felt a burst of sorrow in his heart, "If there was no war, how good it would be..."

Just as Peng Yue sighed, a soldier suddenly rushed in from outside, his steps were unsteady, and he almost stumbled when he entered the door.

"My lord, Lord Qiu has already rushed over with his troops, and now the east gate, west gate, and south gate have been surrounded, but due to the lack of manpower, Lord Qiu hopes... Can you lead the troops to block the north gate...", the soldier fell two steps, knelt down in front of Peng Yue and said.

Peng Yue snorted coldly in his heart: "He calculated that the Tartars would definitely flee north, so leave the north gate to me?" This dog thing! ”

"You tell Lord Qiu that at the intersection of the main road at the north gate, I have ambushed the people, and they can't escape." , Peng Yue thought for a moment, "You tell Qiu Luan, let him shrink the forces of the east gate and the south gate to the northwest city, and drive all the Tartar soldiers in the city there, the city wall in the northwest corner is the strongest in this city, and it will encircle and annihilate all the Tartar soldiers there!" ”

After Peng Yue finished speaking, he turned over and stepped onto the war horse, "Zhao Hong, you now lead these two teams of men and horses and quickly rush to the north gate, where there are not enough people." may not be able to resist the fleeing Tartars. You must stop them and drive them to the Northwest City. Not a single one can run away! ”

Peng Yue now kept thinking of the tragic things he had just seen, and he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent his anger. It can only be sprinkled on this living Tartar soldier.

"My lord, I am your personal soldier, how can I stay to protect you...", Zhao Hong said hesitantly.

"Don't talk nonsense!" , Peng Yue glared at Zhao Hong and shouted, "If you can get rid of all those Tartar soldiers, it will be the best protection for me." Also, you remember. The people you should protect most are not me, but the people of the Ming Dynasty! ”

"Yes! The little one is written down! Zhao Hong kicked the horse's belly, "Brothers, follow me to kill those Mongolian dogs!" ”

Peng Yue saw that Zhao Hong had already led the team to set off, so he also ran to the northwest of the city with the rest of the men.

However, it was said that the Tartar soldiers in the city were stopped at the other three gates, and they had no fighting spirit, so they all desperately fled to the north gate, but they did not expect it. There's also a web of death over there, waiting for them...

"Tripside!" The Tartars who were at the forefront fled for their lives, but did not notice the tightly pulled ropes under the horses' hooves.

No cavalry galloping for their lives could hold back their horses. The huge impact made the people on the war horses fly straight out. The horses behind them collided with the mounts in front of them, and some of them hugged the horses tightly, but they were thrown to the ground along with the horses. was directly smashed by the war horse and vomited blood.

"Shoot the arrows!" At the sound of an order, the rain of arrows shot mercilessly at the Tartar soldiers who were turning on their backs. The ground was covered with grinning faces. The blood of men, the thick blood of animals, mixed with the air, flew in the air. People shouted. The neighing of horses, the "whoosh" of bows and arrows, played a symphony of death.

"Firecracker!" , followed by a dense rain of bullets, and the Tartar soldiers, who had just been in great distress, were pushed to the brink of death.

Some of the hard-fought Tartars resisted with their horses that had not yet fallen, and waved their sabers in their hands, ready to charge for the kill, and of course, most of the surviving Tartars were ready to flee for their lives. But helplessly, a large number of Ming troops were surrounded by the north gate, and it was completely impossible to rush out.

Before these Tartar soldiers had time to hesitate, Zhao Hong had already rushed over with his two teams of men.

Those living Tartar soldiers completely collapsed, they didn't expect that there would be an ambush after the ambush! At this time, the men and horses led by Zhao Hong rushed into the flock like a group of hungry wolves, with a thick killing intent.

Zhao Hong's eyes were red, and a lance pierced the shoulder of the Tartar soldier facing him. There was a muffled sound of "poof", and a Tartar soldier beside him who abandoned his horse and wanted to flee was pierced through the head by Zhao Hong's spear.

For a time, shouting, shouting and killing, boiled over the battlefield.

"Brothers, kill! Don't let go of a Mongolian dog! Zhao Hong shouted loudly while chasing forward.

The remaining Tartar soldiers only thought about escaping for their lives, and could only flee in the northwest direction under the encirclement and interception of the Ming army behind.

"Don't chase it, just wait here, our mission is not to let go of a single Tartar!" , Zhao Hong stood up and said with a sneer, "It is estimated that there will be more exciting scenes on Lord Peng's side..."

"Slow down, expand the formation..."Peng Yue saw that he was about to reach the northwest of the city, so he slowed down. He knew that at this time, he could no longer force the Tartar soldiers to death, otherwise they would definitely fight the trapped beasts and resist desperately, and the casualties of his own troops would definitely be heavy at that time. He was going to let those Tartars die a painful death, because he remembered that Qiu Luan had brought artillery.

At this time, Qiu Luan's men and horses also rushed here, and they joined Peng Yue's few remaining men and horses.

"Master Peng, you... Is it okay? Qiu Luan was startled when he saw Peng Yue's blood.

"It's okay, it's all the blood of the enemy...", Peng Yue said coldly. return

The Ming army, who was still following him, was a little less than when he first came. Although the casualties were not too large, Peng Yue was still inexplicably heartbroken. After all, everyone was born and died just now, although Peng Yue didn't know their names yet, but Peng Yue knew that they were all warriors!

"Lord Qiu, where's the artillery?" , Peng Yue stared at Qiu Luan and asked.

"It's already brought...", Qiu Luan turned to the soldier and said, "Pull the cannon up!" ”

Peng Yue couldn't help but be secretly happy when he saw that Qiu Luan had brought the kind of artillery with the closest range, the highest accuracy and the lightest weight, "What he needs is it, even if he has a conscience, he didn't pull the heavy cannon over...", Peng Yue smiled in his heart.

Peng Yue led the men and horses to the northwest corner of the city step by step, Peng Yue saw the restless crowd from a distance, shouting, waving knives, several people were still riding horses and staying behind, and their bodies were full of blood, I don't know if it was their own blood, or the blood of the Ming soldiers, or the blood of innocent people.

"Point the cannon at them and get ready to fire!" , Peng Yue shouted loudly.

"Don't fire!" , a Tartar soldier on the opposite side rushed out, speaking not very fluent Chinese, waving a white flag and shouting, "Look here..."

I saw a group of Ming people tied by the Tartar soldiers with their hands tied and set up in front. There are men and women, old and young, with fear written all over their faces... (To be continued.) )