With a loud "boom", a brick house dozens of steps away from Brother Guan's left exploded with countless flying brick debris and debris, sprinkled like raindrops on the running queue, smashed on the shaking helmet, and resounded with a dense clanging sound.

"Drop the torch! Walk in! ”

Zhong Laosi's broken gong voice howled in front, Brother Guan immediately threw down the torch in his hand, and the surroundings became darker, but the vision in the distance was clear, the fire in the north of the city rushed away, the smoke rolled and rose under the firelight, and the guns and cannons on the east side of Dengzhou more than a mile away were deafening, only the occasional shè Hongyi cannon can make Brother Guan's heart tighten.

The shè striking, and the shouting of killing in the direction of the south gate of Dengzhou were even more violent, and the horn and other horn sounds of the Wendeng camp sounded, and there was the eighth division of the 3,000th headquarters attacking a batch of reinforcements sent from the south gate to Mishen Mountain.

Some passwords sounded from the side and rear, some torches moved in the direction of the east gate, and some bamboo whistles sounded alternately, Brother Guan couldn't see those who entered, but he knew that it was the Chinese army guards and the Chinese army light cavalry, they liked to use this kind of bamboo whistle the most, for street fighting and night communication.

Their white-spooned torches slowly dispersed, and most of them were thrown to the ground after a few moments, and these skirmishers with excellent skills would cover the flanks of the marching army column to prevent the rebels from attacking from the Chūn Shengmen, and further behind, the rumbling hooves, the four hundred cavalry of the cavalry battalion lined up outside the southeast corner of Dengzhou City, ready to support the battle at the east and south gates.

After the brigade discarded the torches, it became dark again outside the city, and the Chūn Shengmen did not open, and the stragglers of the Wenden camp made loud noises outside the gate, blowing horns and Polo indiscriminately, and constantly changing positions to set off firearms, so that the guards of the Chūn Shengmen could not judge their white spoon count, and could not judge the direction of the Wendeng camp's attack for a while, so they could only hold on behind closed doors.

In the dense footsteps, the queue quickly completed the two miles to the east, and in the darkness there were soldiers who kept falling, and the brigade did not stop, and the comrades of the team pulled them up and continued to advance.

Several Chinese army horses with torches overtook the team, quickly turned into the sandwich road outside Shuicheng, and shouted loudly to the head of the city: "Chen Dajin of Wendeng Camp leads the troops to help, please supervise the army to Zhenyangmen to speak!" ", causing a commotion on the wall of the water city.

Zhong Laosi's voice sounded again, "Peasant Soldier Company, run forward!" ”

Platoon commanders and captains at all levels immediately ordered their subordinates, the whole company changed the fast pace to trot, Brother Guan knew that he was about to enter the mezzanine, and he needed to increase his speed to pass Guò, the front team began to turn at this time, and the captain of Brother Guan reminded his subordinates loudly, Brother Guan paid attention to the entry of the previous rows, saw them turn left, and ran into the mezzanine.

As soon as the troops of the Wendeng battalion entered the melancho, the guns and cannons were also fired on the north wall, where a long section had been occupied by the rebels from the east gate, and they were attacking the north gate of the urn city, the dense footsteps under the city and the fire reflected by the bright helmets indicated that the Wendeng camp was about to enter the city from the north gate, and the rebel officers howled loudly, allowing the rebels behind to attack the city with bows and arrows and birds, while driving the rebels in front to attack the remaining fortresses on the city wall.

There was a burst of fire on the wall, the screams of the rebel officers were even more hoarse, and the running Guan brothers could faintly hear the howl of "they will die when they enter the city", followed by chaotic slogans, and there were hand-to-hand weapons clashing and shouting to kill from the wall.

Zhong Laosi's hoarse shout rang out, "Quick, quick, don't fucking let these bastards get to the wall first." ”

All the officers in the queue are urging loudly, Zhong Laosi's non-entry torture since the training has reflected its value at this time, these soldiers who are accustomed to hardships and hard work have a good physical foundation, the peasant company still has the body to keep running after running for ninety miles, and the ninth division of the soldiers who opened the road at the front has already crossed the position of the battlering barricade and rushed desperately to the city gate.

The bows and arrows and buckshot from the wall on the left side of the wall kept falling on the roofs on both sides of the metro, smashing the tiles with a rattling sound, and a scream in front of the eldest brother Guan, a musketeer was hit by a bird shot from the oblique plane, and his captain dragged his belt to the side of the road, and continued to chase the team before he could help him bandage it.

Brother Guan gasped, and when he passed by the musketeer, he glanced at the soldier, only to see that the soldier was covering his left chest with one hand, and the other hand was struggling to open the ambulance bag containing cotton cloth.

He finally ran to the position of the fortress, which was only seventy paces away from the urn city, and the narrow defensive line on the wall had entered a fierce hand-to-hand combat, and the figures of the rebels continued to climb the wall, and then fought fiercely with the defending Wenden camp.

Out of the corner of his eye, Brother Guan saw that the Ninth Division of the soldiers in front of him had run to the gate of the urn, and several huge torches were lit at the door, and two people wearing Ming army clothes were anxiously waving at the door.

There was also a shout from above the castle tower, so that the soldiers immediately passed through the urn city to support the castle tower. The officers of all departments began to remind the soldiers to prepare for battle, and in the midst of a noisy shout, the platoon commander of Brother Guan also shouted: "Remember what the briefing said, Zhenhaimen Street can only be lined up in eight rows, and each team is spread out into two rows. ”

The platoon commander's voice was intermittent, and he had to keep giving orders during such a run, which obviously made him a little unbearable, he just finished speaking, the position of the city head wall was screamed, and Brother Guan hurriedly turned his head to see, several round black objects flew out from behind the defender and smashed on the wall, and then a torch was thrown up, and the fire head roared, and the dense rebels near the wall were suddenly engulfed in flames.

One by one, the shadows struggled desperately in the firelight, and let out a miserable cry that Brother Guan had never heard, and the two fires jumped out of the city, and fell under the city wall with two bangs, splashing a piece of sparks, and the two fires squirmed a few times, and then there was no more movement.

Brother Guan's heart was beating wildly, but fortunately, the captain kept roaring, this captain was a veteran transferred from the soldiers, and he was the voice that Brother Guan was afraid of during training, but now it was like his reassurance.

His mind almost became numb, and with the captain's command, he acted against shè, and soon his eyes darkened, and they had entered the doorway on the side of the urn city, and the eldest brother Guan held his spear tightly, and the battle was just around the corner.

An injured member of the action team sat by the city gate and laughed, "You guys are finally here, Lao Tzu wants that Li Jiucheng to pay ten times for Lao Tzu's left hand." ”

Finally, the black sè above the head disappeared, the team turned to the left, the empty urn city appeared in front of them, the surrounding city wall formed a wide well, over the heads of the comrades in front of the cave, you can already see the open Zhenhai Gate gate, the long street at the end of the door is full of fire, the fire is full of shaking shadows, the city gate is constantly shooting down guns and arrows, the rebels have attacked near the city gate.

"This is Zhenhaimen." Brother Guan said in his heart, his company commander personally briefed them when he was resting in Pingshan, Zhenhaimen is the first place to be captured by the third company of the peasants, Zhong Laosi repeatedly told them about the important xìng of Zhenhaimen and the characteristics of the urn city, Guan's head is not very bright, but he remembered that the urn city is a small city, which can be defended as a dúlì castle, with the combat power of the Wendeng battalion, as long as it is deployed in the urn city, the rebels will never be able to attack.

"Tiger!" The soldiers in front shouted, the first game rushed out of the Zhenhaimen gate, the musketeers scattered to both sides after a round of fierce Qishè, and the killer flag team rushed to Zhenhaimen Street with a shout, and fought with a group of rebels there, those rebels could not stop these fierce soldiers, and immediately fled towards the south and the lanes on both sides.

The soldiers did not pursue, they stayed in place and were on guard, and the two bureaus behind the Ninth Division also began to go out, and climbed the city wall along the city ladder, and they soon appeared at the head of the urn city wall and deployed on both sides of the city wall.

Although Zhenhaimen Street is known as the main street, most of the corridor houses on both sides have been built into closed pavements by residents, these illegal buildings not only make the street narrow but also allow the original drainage ditch to be incorporated into the interior, which is one of the reasons for the poor urban sanitation in the Ming Dynasty, so this street can only be lined up eight to ten fronts, and their white spoon task is to prevent the rebels from gathering on the street.

"Eight into a row, two rows per team." As the strongest soldier, Brother Guan was in the front row every time he lined up, and the serial number of their platoon happened to be the first row and the first team, so he became the vanguard of the entire peasant company.

Not far in front of him, two people wearing Ming army uniforms and Zhong Laosi pointed to the street for a while, and after talking, Zhong Laosi immediately found a few platoon commanders and detachment leaders to deploy tasks against the simple topographic map.

At this time, all the soldiers in front of him went out of the doorway, and a bureau on guard would soon enter the city, Zhong Laosi came to the first row and glanced at his soldiers, his eyes stayed on Brother Guan's body for a moment, and he immediately said loudly: "Lao Tzu Ping scolded you, just to let you survive at this time, we were originally spearmen, and the work on these streets is not good, but if it is arranged, we have to do it until the eighth division takes over us." The entry of the intelligence bureau let us occupy the first fifty steps of the city tower, Lao Tzu said let's not care about dozens of hundreds of steps, otherwise your spear can only wait for shè to die, I heard that the rebels still have a Fran machine, then you can't stand still, every time you hit with a spear platoon of forty-eight and a firearms platoon, let the spear team rush, in front of him has to fight so that he can't run, after rushing back to the urn city to rest, you all understand it. ”

"Understood!"

At this time, there was a bamboo whistle by the city gate, Zhong Laosi turned his head to see, the soldiers on the street were looking at this side, Zhong Laosi immediately made a gesture, the platoon commander of Brother Guan shouted the slogan, the first row of firearms and the first row of spears marched forward neatly, and the soldiers retreated to the city ladders on both sides, and they would guard on the city wall.

Brother Guan walked through the doorway, and the smoke billowing Beicheng appeared in front of him, this was also the first time he went to Fucheng, and the legendary bustling big city was like this.

The fire on Zhenhaimen Street has been reduced, and some shadows have begun to appear on the street, slowly beginning to gather in the shouts of Liaodong accents, and their white spoon voices are extremely anxious, presumably knowing that Wendeng Camp has arrived in Beicheng.

There was soon a burst of shouting and killing, countless shadows surging on the long street, and the alleys on the east side also kept entering and joining their white spoons, and the blades of various weapons left a bright light in the night, rushing towards Zhenhaimen.

Brother Guan, who was standing in the front row, had a little hair in his mouth, and he suddenly wondered how his younger brother died, whether he died in such a dense melee.

"Firearms platoon ready!" The calm voice of the firearms platoon commander sounded, and Brother Guan clenched his spear and bowed his body slightly.

Taking advantage of this short gap, Zhong Laosi roared loudly behind him: "Spearmen charge, half a step can't lag behind, half a step can't go ahead, kill all these rebels!" ”

The rebels on the opposite side are getting closer and closer, the firearms platoon leader shouted, the firearms soldiers on the front of the street and the alleyways on both sides of the street are violently in unison, the rebels in the front row fall to the ground like a gourd, and the rebels in the back are still surging.

"Those who fall half a step are dead, and the spearmen are advancing and not retreating, charging!!" Zhong Laosi shouted with all his might, and the loud trumpet of the charge sounded.

"Kill!" The spearmen roared in unison and raised their spears, the forty-eight spearmen in the first row of the spears lined up in six rows, running forward flatly, Brother Guan looked at his captain with the corner of his eyes as he did during training, such a running charge practiced dozens of times every rì, still as if the conditions were shè, a few rebels flashed out of the alley next to him, and he hit the Wendeng camp with a bird's gun, and the left side of the elder brother Guan was hit, and the back quickly made up for it, keeping the front row neat.

Brother Guan didn't want to look at the comrade-in-arms, the platoon commander's slogan intensified, the speed gradually accelerated, surrounded by the footsteps of his comrades-in-arms, the clanging sound of the clash of iron armor sounded intensively, and the queue ran faster and faster, until his spear poofed into the chest of a rebel on the opposite side, there was no way to dodge in the narrow street, and the dense spear could stab a target without any skill, and the rebels in the front row paused at the same time, writhing and falling to the ground.

The opponent stabbed by Brother Guan did not have any armor, just a mob with a weapon, he held the spear shaft with a hideous face, Brother Guan pulled out the spear hard, looking at the blood arrow that spurted into his chest, he suddenly felt a trace of pleasure, and the spear in his hand continued to assassinate without stopping, killing a rebel in cotton armor behind.

The attacking rebels still rushed under the habit, the spearmen in the back row of Brother Guan were too high, the spears poked out from the shoulders of the front row, the dense spears kept stretching and contracting, the steel spearheads in the shape of solid triangles with blood grooves could take away a life every time they attacked, and the poorly equipped and disorganized rebels could not cross the defense line composed of this spearhead, and the corpses accumulated more and more, the front wanted to retreat, and the back entered to block the road, forming a crowded and chaotic cluster.

Brother Guan roared loudly, the initial nervousness disappeared, he only thought of his dead brother, it seemed that these enemies in front of him were the murderers of his brother, the strong physique trained by years of hard life in the mountains made his spear the most ferocious weapon, he only needed to use all his strength to keep stabbing the spear, he could easily harvest into life, one by one unfamiliar faces fell with pain, turned into staggered corpses on the ground, inexplicable stimulation sensation occupied his head, and even the waist knife flying from the opposite side smashed on his iron armor, He didn't feel the slightest thing.

Finally, the front was empty, the remnants of the rebels turned and fled, the platoon commander's order to pursue came, Brother Guan strode on the corpse on the ground, stepped on those who had just died, and chased forward, the wind was blowing from his ears, he had forgotten the queue, just kept moving forward, and his strong body let him run far in front of all his comrades, stabbing the backs in front of him one by one.

The rebels who were stabbed all screamed loudly, and the other defeated rebels were even more panicked, and the collapsed jīng god made them not enter the resistance, and they didn't even have time to look back, and more and more people were swept away by the rout, and they didn't notice that the white spoon that was chasing them tightly was only one entering.

Brother Guan kept pursuing, kept assassinating, he didn't know how many he killed, and finally stopped by the grass bridge, he bowed down and kept panting, and charged hundreds of steps in iron armor, his body couldn't bear it, and his excited head began to wake up, and the back of the rebel wolf bèi running in front of him crossed the grass bridge and went south, the street was in a mess, the second general cannon and the Fran machine left by the rebels fell to the side, and even the gunners were swept away by the defeated soldiers, and the rebels trampled on each other and stamped to death into the street.

Brother Guan turned his head sharply to look behind him, there was not a comrade from Wendeng Camp in his sight, he opened his mouth wide for a moment, and suddenly shouted and turned around and fled towards Zhenhai Gate.