Hearing the screaming sound from far away, Yang Jun, who was lying under the shade of a tree, resting his hands on the back of his head, chewing grass stalks in his mouth, and looking boredly at the unknown bird that had passed through the forest and then returned to the bird's nest not far in front of him, jumped up directly as if he had been kicked in the buttocks. "Damn, it's finally here."

Turning over and getting on the back of the horse, taking the reins handed by the soldiers, Yang Jun turned around and shouted at the cavalry of the Son of Heaven's pro-army who were sitting cross-legged and resting: "Order the soldiers of each battalion to immediately get on their horses and form a formation outside the forest." ”

All the soldiers got up and ran to their war horses as soon as they heard the order, and in less than a cup of tea, the five thousand elite iron horsemen of the Son of Heaven were already ready to go outside the dense forest.

Yang Jun, who was holding the reins of the horse with a telescope in his hand, narrowed his eyes, through the telescope, he could see that the female straight Tartars under the city of Shenyang who were as dense as ant colonies were attacking the city, seeing this scene, Yang Jun took a deep breath, turned around, and waved behind him, and the Daming Iron Horse, which was lined up in a dense formation, began to slowly walk up the gentle slope, the sound of choking was endless, and a war knife overflowing with cold light was unsheathed and erected on the side, and everyone silently focused their eyes on Yang Jun's body, staring at his raised arm.

Waiting for Yang Jun's powerful arm to swing down, then these thousands of iron horsemen will be brave and unforged into a bladeless heavy sword, and hit it directly with the power of ten thousand jun.

And at this moment, under the city of Shenyang, those few sharp and loud fireworks did not make the eyes of those under the city red, and they wanted to bring any impact to those female straight Tartars who were captured by Shenyang City, the roar of feather arrows, the roar of muskets and artillery, one after another...... As a well-known warrior of Jianzhou Wei, Suo Etu bit the war knife in his mouth, held a thick wooden shield on his head in his left hand, and his muscular right hand was riding the rough cloud ladder, which was as light as a black ape jumping in the mountains and forests, and climbed quickly towards the end of the cloud ladder, and the two female straight warriors who were originally climbing up in front of him, one covered his face that was hit hard by the firearm and fell down screaming, while the other was directly thrown into the air by three spears through the chest and abdomen.

And just before those people's spears could be withdrawn, Suo Etu roared, jumped up vigorously, let go of his big mouth in the air, caught the war knife in mid-air with his right hand, and cut off an oncoming ash rod spear, and then slapped the thick shield in his hand, and slapped a Ming soldier who came forward with a knife and flew upside down.

-------------------- Suo Etu was so brute force and bravery, he suddenly met the loud clamor and applause of the female straight Tartars in the city, and even inspired the last trace of the female straight Tartars, and rushed up the ladder like a mad demon.

As soon as Suo Etu used his shield to block the spear stabbed by the Ming soldiers, the war knife in his right hand forcibly cut back a Ming soldier who killed him, and he felt that there was nothing in front of him, and he had broken through the obstacles of those Ming troops.

However, instead of howling excitedly, Suo Etu stopped his steps anyway, because he saw a row of Ming soldiers standing in front of him, with their waists straight, and their bodies covered with shining and dazzling armor, like a row of steel sculptures.

And these Ming soldiers did not react to his appearance at all, or rather, the kind of gaze they cast over, as if Suo Etu, a female straight tartar wearing thick armor and wielding a sword and shield, was just a clown playing with spears on the stage.

And what made his heart palpitate even more was that a Ming sergeant who was also heavily armored, but with two more lines of heavy armor at the edge of the helmet, pulled out a short gun with a strange style from his waist, and he didn't even need to aim, he raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

With a crisp roar, a jet-black projectile erupted from the barrel of the gun, easily smashing through Nasuo's skull, like a blood flower that suddenly bloomed in the sky.

With a cold expression, this shot Suo Etu in the head, sending this famous female straight warrior of Jianzhou to the Western Heaven, while taking the handcuff back to the holster on his waist, he gave the order to attack.

In an instant, on the three walls of the city where those female straight men were attacking the city, countless black projectiles with sparks and green smoke suddenly flew out from behind the city walls.

Li Manzhu, who was cheering loudly for the warrior warriors of Nasuo Etu, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the black projectiles like falling rain, although he didn't understand what those things were emitting sparks and green smoke, but Li Manzhu's heart still involuntarily rose an ominous cloud.

No matter how stupid the Ming soldiers are, it is absolutely impossible for them to try to throw cannonballs down like this and smash people to play, what are these things?

Li Manzhu didn't figure it out, Dong Shan and Fan Cha were also in a daze, but soon, when the flames bloomed under the city wall and bloomed in the thunderous sound, they understood what they were throwing down.

Such a dense explosion, almost instantly, almost swept away the Jianzhou female straight who was originally dancing and holding a gun under the city wall. And the female straight tartars who climbed the ladder also fell on the ground or in the moat like dumplings because the ladder was blown up.

The eastern, northern, and southern walls of the entire Shenyang city were almost completely shrouded in gunsmoke, not to mention that those female straight Tartars who were attacking Shenyang were stunned by this sudden earth-shattering explosion, even those Ming people who were hiding at home in Shenyang City and begging God to bless Shenyang for peace were no better.

Even some timid people were so frightened that they fainted to death, and more people were so frightened that they fell directly to the ground, begging for the blessing of the gods and Buddhas. However, compared to those Jianzhou women, they had no other losses except for some mental fright.

But those Jianzhou female straight tartars under the city have fallen blood mold for eight lifetimes, and I am afraid that they will have to use corpses all over the field and blood flowing like a river, so as to describe the tragic situation of those female straight tartars under the city at this moment.

And Li Manzhu's eyes almost popped out, watching the warriors who were drowned in the smoke and fire being torn apart and smashed by the explosion, just like the sudden attack in the city of Fushun yesterday. Seeing the warriors under his command who had been battle-hardened and brave, and who had been invincible in battles with those seven-surnamed savages many times, one by one, no, it should have fallen in groups, Li Manzhu felt that his heart and liver were about to break.

-------------------- opened his mouth, hissed loudly, and waved his horsewhip, asking his men to meet the robes that were trapped under the city walls, and although they had escaped with their lives, they were terrified, raising the sword and shield in their hands and were at a loss. And, of course, the wounded who screamed and struggled with their wounds.

It's a pity that before the rescue of those female warriors arrived, another round of bullets fell from the sky, and the three walls of the entire Shenyang City were submerged in a cloud of gunsmoke and fire.

"It's over......" Seeing this scene, Li Manzhu closed his eyes in despair, letting the cloudy old tears flow down the corners of his eyes. At this moment, Li Manzhu already understood that the Ming army alone relied on these new weapons to make the Jianzhou women suffer a big loss in Fushun City, but the Ming army not only did not stick to the Fushun place.

Instead, he retreated to this Shenyang, giving Jianzhou Nuzhi the illusion of cowardice of the Ming army in a border town in eastern Liao. Then set up an ambush and provoke in Fushun City, I am afraid that the Ming army rangers who stayed outside the city were clearly one of the bait, just to let the Jianzhou female straight see the scene on the head of Shenyang City, and Cao Yi wanted to let himself and others see the scene.

It can be said that perhaps since he cleverly sent a messenger to Liaoyang, the seat of Liaodong Town, he has fallen into the trap set by those cunning Han people, and now the only thing he wants is to try to keep a little more of the blood of Jianzhou women.

Li Manzhu thought so, but Yang Jun would not let these leaders of Jianzhou Female Straight do so. Six thousand elite Daming iron cavalry suddenly appeared in the direction of the west of the city, turning into two charging groups, one attacking Fancha who was attacking the west of the city, and the other group's troops pointed directly at the location of Li Manzhu.

The attack of the Son of Heaven's pro-army represents the tilt of the balance of the war, and when the 6,000 armed to the teeth and the elite to the outrageous pro-army iron cavalry led by Yang Jun appeared, it represented that the Ming Dynasty had already planted the battle flag of victory heavily on the head of the female straight man of Jianzhou, showing off his might.

The shining armor of the Daming Iron Rider who rushed forward in the sunlight rolled over like mercury, and the sound was like a thunderous hoof, even drowning out the staggered roaring explosions.

Looking at the unstoppable rush of the rolling iron stream, and looking at the Daming Iron Horse that seemed to form the Xueliang Sword Mountain, there was a word in the hearts of all the female straight Tatars, that is, despair.

Watching those iron horsemen pierce into the black tide like sharp knives, watching the moment when the men and horses collided and strangled, the female Naoto looked so weak and helpless in front of the assault of these cavalry who had been preparing for a long time and had completely let go of their speed.

Almost resisting the struggle for a few blink of an eye, the female Naoto was completely deflated, and could no longer care about the desperate and helpless companions on the wall, and the wounded who struggled and wailed on the ground and in the moat collapsed into the flock of terrified crows, and fled to the northeast in a daze.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Shi Heng's mouth rose slightly, and more than 20,000 female straight Tartars were completely like clay sculptures in front of the absolute strength and powerful attack power of the Ming army.

"I just hope that Yang Junmo will kill the red eyes and ruin His Majesty's plan." At this moment, Shi Heng, who was extremely relaxed, no longer worried about the outcome of this battle, but began to think about those who had fled......

(To be continued)