In just a few breaths, Alibu thought of a lot, basically all the possibilities he could think of, and he turned them all around in his head.

Then, he began to observe carefully, and the soldiers around him were all tightly surrounding Ma Xuan, and there were even people standing not far away with heavy shields. The surrounding city defense, although not very compact, is orderly.

Almost every soldier's eyes were staring at him, which made the contradiction in his heart even deeper.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the 20,000 Tatar soldiers, and by killing this wave of Ming troops, they would be able to get enough food to support them for half a year at the garrison.

Dai Yuting spoke again and made up his mind for Alibu.

"If you are not afraid of an ambush, you will attack, and see if you are powerful or my Ming border army is powerful." Dai Yuting shouted at the top of his voice.

Just this sentence made Alibu firm in his determination to attack.

As soon as the fast horse left the team, the time passed with a stick of incense, and the retreating 15,000 Tatar cavalry made a comeback, this time they no longer waited and watched, but quickly prepared an offensive posture.

The low ladder slowly approached the city under the push of the soldiers, and the defenders at the head of the city were obviously flustered for a while, which strengthened the conjecture in Alibu's heart.

He believes that the Ming army at the head of the city is just playing tricks. If they really set up an ambush, they would definitely want to attack themselves, and they wouldn't have said anything like that.

And there was no need for those soldiers to panic.

As the ladder approached, the panicked Ming army at the head of the city began to retract its formation, sharp arrows buzzed on the bowstrings, and the halberds were placed in an offensive posture, waiting for the Tatar cavalry to ascend the ladder.

The huge siege wood smashed against the city gate under the vigorous push of a dozen Tatar soldiers, and the already somewhat old city gate instantly made a tooth-aching crunch.

The sound was like a stimulant, which made the already somewhat tired Tatar soldiers refresh, and they stepped back, lifted their logs, and slammed into them.

The soldiers on the fortress kept raining arrows downward, and the arrows took the life of one soldier, and soon a second soldier would go up to fill the void.

The ladder was set up on the city wall, and the wood was immediately sawed off with a hook and sickle, and then several halberds were pushed hard, and the Tatar soldiers, who had climbed no more than a dozen steps on the ladder, fell to the solid ground along with the heavy ladder.

At a height of five or six zhang, the top masters of the rivers and lakes, even if they have achieved light merit, they are just barely saving their lives. What's more, these Tatar soldiers who completely put their center of gravity on the ladder fell to the ground, and more than a dozen soldiers fell to their deaths with them.

The Pao Ze brothers behind them had no time to pay attention to these dead prairie warriors, their eyes were red, and their eyes were fixed on the arrows, as if their gaze could deflect the arrows.

When one ladder is pushed, the second ladder will immediately follow, and as long as there is any gap to get into, they will never let it go.

These Tatar soldiers are desperate, and they can't think of a better way to deal with them than to fight desperately to find a chance to survive.

The combat effectiveness of the Ming army has become much stronger than before, and those soldiers who have finally made it to the top of the city, before they even have time to wield the scimitar they are proud of in their hands, there will be four or five halberds that ruthlessly penetrate their flesh covered with ordinary leather armor.

Blood, as the war continued, gradually stained the blue-gray city walls, and the road under his feet became a little muddy because of the blood soaking.

Alibu's brows furrowed, and he even wondered if he had fallen into the other party's serial trap now. The bravery of the Ming army in the city is not at all comparable to the border army in any place in the past, they are like tireless war machines, and the robes and brothers around them cannot make them have the slightest fear at all.

The sharp scimitar cut open the head of a Ming soldier, and the soldier's last trace of consciousness before dying was still waving the weapon in his hand. But his life has come to an end, and with the last strength of his body, he can't kill the enemy at all, in exchange for a disdainful look from the enemy.

Before this disdainful look disappeared, that look had completely turned into horror.

The scimitar had not been withdrawn, and two long knives had already pierced the Tatar soldier's body.

On the battlefield, you chop and I slash, and everyone tries to kill people on the premise of protecting themselves.

In fact, in this kind of chaotic battle, even the so-called martial arts masters are difficult to face knives from all sides at the same time. A warrior like Fan Wuyi can only ensure that he is not injured for half an hour at most.

The two sides were in the midst of fierce fighting, and many of each other's warriors were killed, and a look of hope gradually appeared in Alib's eyes. He saw many Ming soldiers lying in pools of blood, and also saw that some people had climbed up the tower through the ladder.

The soldiers who were fighting on the runway of the city were even more excited, as long as they were allowed to go to the city, they would have absolute certainty of taking the garrison of the town and the guard.

As the number of Tatar soldiers in the upper city increased, the defenders led by Ma Xuan felt a little struggling, but he gritted his teeth and did not call for reinforcements.

Now is not the time, there are not enough Tatar soldiers in the city, and it is not yet possible to really wipe out these Tatars.

The soldiers fought without complaint, the timid waiting for an order, and the bold thought it was a great opportunity.

Unlike scholars, if they want to truly become human beings, they must be bloodstained on the battlefield and climb up by stepping on the bones of countless robed brothers.

If you don't die in a hundred battles, you can become a veteran, and then you can become a general.

They're not behind the door, they're just bitter haha chuba with their heads pinned to their trouser belts. Some people can't leave the frontier all their lives, and some people and even their children and grandchildren have to guard every inch of the Ming Dynasty in the frontier.

Nearly half of the 8,000 defenders were killed, and all the defenders had shrunk to a very small place, and as far as the eye could see, there were dense Tatar soldiers everywhere.

Ma Xuan suddenly pulled out a short gun from his waist and fired a shot in the chest of one of the Tatar soldiers closest to him.

The reddish iron sand shot into the Tatar soldier's chest with a shocking bang, and more than a hundred barley-sized pieces of iron sand directly beat the unlucky Tatar soldier into a sieve.

After the sound, horns suddenly sounded in all directions, and a shout of killing came from behind the Tatar soldiers.

"Bang bang!"

For the first time, the new type of firearms developed by the artisan battalion had their desired effect, and this musket, which was not very lethal but covered an extremely wide area, fell nearly 2,000 Tatar elites in just one volley.

Few of these people were killed, and most of them were hit by iron sand in non-critical parts, and they could only roll back and forth on the ground.

After the scorching iron sand enters the human body, it is enough to rub a bullet hole the size of a soybean into the size of a thumb. The Tatar soldiers, who had no means of dealing with firearms, could only watch as blood flowed out of their bodies, and then their strength disappeared little by little.

The Ming army did not stop there, and not long after the first round of attacks, the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion, who had already reloaded their ammunition, began the second salvo.

There were so many Tatar soldiers in front as shields, hiding in the corner and protecting the whole body with shields, but Ma Xuan and the others did nothing. Pity the Tatar soldiers, who didn't even have time to react, thousands of them had already fallen.

The arrows burrowed into the vital parts of the Tatar soldiers like eyes after the sound of muskets, and before the first round of arrow rain was over, Alibu, who already knew that he had fallen into the trap, shouted: "Retreat, retreat!" ”

But this place was not on the ground, and there were no horses under them, so it was not easy to escape.

The walls of Guancheng, several feet high, were not okay if they jumped off, and for a while, these Tatars were completely in a dilemma.

Alibu was annoyed at the moment, regretting that he shouldn't have underestimated the enemy. But at this point, even if he repents of his intestines, Ma Xuan will never give him a chance to start over.

The Tatars fought and retreated, and some began to flee slowly down the ladder, and many of them did not dare to use their hands and feet as if they were sliding down the trees.

After a while, there were more than a dozen Tatar soldiers below who had lost their mobility due to broken legs, and they were still struggling to crawl, hoping to escape from the encirclement of the Ming army with their own hands.

It's a pity that they all thought wrong, since Zhang Ru and Ma Xuan laid such a big game, it means that these two people didn't mean to let anyone go at all.

When the Tatar soldiers saw their horses and their eyes lit up with hope, the incessant sound of horses' hooves shattered all their illusions.

The swords complement each other, and the firearms will tell their unwillingness in a dull voice from time to time, and then, an evenly matched encounter completely turned into a one-sided slaughter under the arrangement of Zhang Ru and Ma Xuan.

No one cared about the wounded Tatars, as long as the Tatar soldiers were still standing and wielding weapons, they would definitely become the targets of several Ming troops.

In the end, there were only a few dozen soldiers left around Dzekobe, Alibu, and Blot, and each soldier had panic and uneasiness on their faces.

Blott closed his eyes unwillingly: "It seems that we can't run out this time." ”

Dzekobe said viciously: "Then let's fight against the water!" ”

After speaking, the three exchanged a look and rushed in three directions with their subordinates.

Ma Xuan stood in the middle of the team and said expressionlessly: "Liu Qi, three rows of kneeling posture, kill!" ”

With the smoke of gunpowder, the musket completely took the lives of the last dozens of Tatars with its advanced nature, and a great war was completely over.

The next thing is to count the battle damage and clean up the battlefield, as long as it is a living Tatar, the Ming army will go up to make up for it, as long as it is their own people who are still panting, they will carefully carry people into the town guard station.