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It was another morning, and the soldiers at the head of Yingzhou City reflexively grabbed their weapons, and another tragic battle began.

Everyone followed the sound of the horn and looked into the distance. Suddenly, in the midst of the many tartars, there was a large flag woven with gold, and it was dazzling against the background of the rising sun!

It's finally here!

Zhang Feng gritted his teeth, to be able to use the banner of weaving gold, he must be the descendants of the gold family, only the famous Lin Dan Khan and his brother.

The most powerful armament of the Mongols!

Come on, let Lao Tzu see how much weight you have!

Zhang Feng guessed correctly, it was Lin Dan Khan's younger brother Tu Taiji. This young Taiji looked down on Gaertu and others at all, only their brothers were the descendants of Genghis Khan, and they were warriors who won all battles!

Especially when I heard that the major tribes attacked in turn, but they didn't take Yingzhou, I despised them even more.

"Hahaha, let's insert the warriors of the Han Department to learn the power of the Ming people!" Bhutto roared loudly: "Kill, kill all the Huza in the city, the men are all slaves, the women are all playthings, the wealth is at your disposal, let Huzha tremble under our bows and arrows!" I, ww★w., are the blades in the hands of the Mongol greats, the most powerful warriors, and all of them will tremble before us! ”

Obviously, the words of the map include not only the Ming army, but also the Gartu.

"Hmph, rampant boy, there will be times when you will suffer!" Galtu turned his face away, not bothering to bother with the picture at all.

Zhentu didn't care at all, and with the earth-shattering war drums, the soldiers of the Han Department launched the most ferocious attack. They spent the whole night preparing and built more than two dozen huge shield carts. These shield carts were equipped with tall wheels. Able to push freely, and above all for frontal defense, they covered a solid wooden frame with five or six layers of raw cowhide, and the four corners were wrapped in iron sheets.

Perhaps inspired by the Ming army's watering of the city, they even sprinkled water on the shield cart, and the cowhide was frozen into a solid whole. This thing is not a small lead shot, even if it is an ordinary artillery, it may not be able to penetrate it.

Zhang Feng watched, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, but soon he regained his composure. As the backbone of the military and civilians in the city, he must remain calm!

"The artillery is ready, it is close to a hundred paces, and it is aimed at me and hit hard!"

"Yes!" The artillerymen vigorously agreed.

The huge shield cart swayed, ran over the ditch full of corpses, and pressed towards the city. Behind each shield cart was a large number of tartars, who carried ladders and ropes eager to try.

"Fire!"

The ten Franc cannons on the head of the city roared, and the cannons rumbled. A cannonball hit the shield car, but the expected fragmentation did not happen, only a beam was broken, and a jumping projectile killed a Tartar archer.

The rest of the shells were not much in the way. Zhang Feng's heart couldn't help but sink, it seemed that he couldn't stop the Tartars by relying on artillery alone, so he could only kill as much as possible!

The sound of artillery continued, and finally one of the shield carts was hit by two shells at the same time. smashed out of the big hole, and the Tartar hidden behind fled for its life. At this time, the fire guns on the head of the city had already sounded, and the ferocious projectiles lightly pierced the armor of the tartars. Leaving fatal wounds on the body, erosive flesh and blood, splashing blood, flesh and bones shattered into pieces, in the cold wind, it will not take half an hour to freeze into a statue of hell.

Before they could get close to the city, they suffered heavy losses, and the Tartars could hardly believe it, and they pushed the shield cart with all their might, and finally came within thirty paces!

Finally, I don't have to be beaten blindly!

Excited Tartar archers spun out from behind the shield cart and rained down on the city.

"Quick, get on the shield!"

The sturdy militiamen, with their large, sturdy hardwood shields, stood in front of the battlements and the firecrackers, leaving no gaps.

Bang bang bang!

The Tartar's bow and arrow were quite accurate, but unfortunately the manpower was finally limited, and in addition to the shield, the firecracker was covered in strong armor, and the occasional shot was not a fatal wound, except for the eyes, throat, and the like.

The proud firecrackers were still in a rage, and they found the gap, took careful aim, and shot the lead bullets representing death into the Tartar's body.

No matter how elite the archer is, he will be injured without killing with one shot, in short, he will completely lose his combat effectiveness.

At first, the Tartars were able to rely on their numerical superiority to suppress the Ming army, but gradually the shortcomings of the bow and arrow were exposed. After all, manpower is limited, and after shooting arrows more than a dozen times in a row, the two arms seem to be broken, and the muscles are shaking and shaking, and they are not controlled at all.

The Tartars' bows and arrows lost their accuracy, but the Musketeers were so demoralized that they fired so recklessly that the Tartars could not raise their heads at all, and could only cower behind the shield carts.

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"The warriors of the Great Khan of the Mongols, are they nothing more than that!" Embu Chu Hu'er deliberately said very loudly, so that the overseer of the battle could hear, aren't you crazy, aren't you nobody, how about it, for you to attack the city, it's not the same rice bucket!

"Bastard!"

Zhentu scolded, and I don't know whether to scold the Ming army, or scold those gloating Taiji!

"You, you, you, with three thousand people, rush up for me, tonight, I want to sleep in Yingzhou!"

Three commanders were assigned in one breath, and the Tartar army rushed to the city in one go, braving the artillery fire, and they ignored it, stepping on the corpses of their companions, and erecting a high ladder.

Grasping the weapon in one hand and climbing the ladder in the other, he climbed up quickly. In just a moment, the city wall was already covered with "spider-men", and more than a dozen brave Tartars were getting closer and closer to the city.

Syllable!

The huge stone fell, just hit the head, the tartar didn't even speak, it fell directly, and the tartar behind did not hesitate, hurriedly replenished the gap, and rushed up again.

The battle entered a tragic hand-to-hand combat time, and the Tartars were like a tidal wave, no matter how many they died, more were replenished. They shouted desperately, like fierce beasts, throwing life and death out of the clouds.

They were ruthless, and the soldiers at the head of the city were even more ruthless, and many of these people were former Mongol slaves. The eyes of the enemies were red when they met, and the soldiers were red-eyed, smashed with rolling logs and stones, cut with swords, and sapped with sappers.

The battlefield turned into whack-a-mole, and soon the corpses of the Tartars piled up in layers. The Tartars behind actually stepped on the corpses of their companions and pounced on the city, and the two sides were like two raging beasts, waving sharp teeth and using all their might. Kill each other.

The city was littered with corpses, and blood stained the bricks and stones.

The Yizhou soldiers, who had been fighting hard for several days, were also tired, and suddenly someone shouted: The Tartars are coming!

In a flash, a Tartar in the southwest corner cut down the pikemen guarding the battlement, and he jumped up to the city, picked up the machete in his hand, and killed wildly. The Tartars in the back followed, and the number of people increased, and the head of the city was instantly in danger.

Suddenly, a spear stabbed the Tartar in the throat. The leading Tartar hurriedly lowered his head and dodged, the tip of the spear slashing through the middle of his ear, and blood flowed immediately.

The Tartar was furious, and slashed at the pikemen on the other side. Suddenly, he felt a slap at his feet, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a wounded soldier who had saved his thigh. He cut down this wounded soldier. One arm was gone, and only one arm remained, but this one arm was like an iron pincer. Hold on to his legs!

"Damn Huza!"

His knife slashed down frantically, facing the blade, and there was a smile on the wounded soldier's face, and the Tartar's heart trembled violently. A spear seemed to be a strange python out of a hole and stabbed into his chest!

"Die!"

The pikeman, who missed once, would not miss the opportunity that his brother had to exchange for his life, and his not burly body burst out with amazing strength, and his waist was forced, pushing the gun forward desperately. The chest was pierced, and the beating heart was exposed. The Tartar opened its mouth, spraying the soldier's face with blood, and the warm liquid made people go crazy, and the young soldier drew his spear and continued to stab the Tartar in the back.

"Kill the Tartars!"

"Kill!"

There was a lot of gunfire in the city, Zhang Feng personally led the guards to rush up, in his hand, it was a fire gun that was only more than a foot long, I saw that he gently pulled the trigger, and a fatal projectile was shot out, fifteen steps away, the Tartar's head shattered, like a rotten watermelon.

The soldiers behind Zhang Feng were all like this, they raised their guns one after another, and with a random shot, more than a dozen Tartars were all killed, which was easier than drinking cold water.

Looking at the corpses everywhere, Zhang Feng showed a cruel smile.

"It's your blessing to die under a flintlock pistol!"

That's right, this is the flintlock pistol that Sun Yuanhua drummed up, removing the fire rope and more than doubling the rate of fire! It's just a pity that it can't be mass-produced, and the flintlock pistols of the entire Yizhou soldiers are only dozens of them in Zhang Feng's hands!

Holding the fire gun hard, Zhang Feng said secretly: "Second brother, don't worry, as long as the eldest brother is here, Tartar won't want to take Yingzhou!" ”

……

"My lord, I just got the news that the fried flower department has sent troops!"

Zhang Ke took the note, looked at it twice, and became angry.

"White-eyed wolves, they can't be raised at any time. Immediately let Yue Zixuan lead the camp and cut off their way, I will personally lead the troops and kill them all! ”

I can't help but Zhang Ke is not angry, he looks at the face of Mandariva, intentionally or unintentionally, the benefits to the fried flower department are far better than those of Wuliangha. But what is the result, Zara of Uliangha is loyal to himself, and the fried flower department is against him!

Shengmi endou Mi hate, Lao Tzu should let you be swallowed up by other tribes!

Zhang Ke was so angry that he paced back and forth on the ground, overturning the tables, chairs and benches. Someone outside coughed, looked over, and saw Du Qing standing at the door with a middle-aged man in a leather coat.

"When is it, you still bring the messy people over, the official is not available!"

Du Qing shrugged his shoulders and didn't have anything to say, but the middle-aged man snorted.

"Such a big official, is this how you Han people treat your elders?"

"Elder, whose elder?" Zhang Ke took a closer look and finally recognized it, the middle-aged man was Bu Tachi, Mandariwa's father!

"Good! Old fellow, you still have the face to see me, your tribe has already raised troops, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will cut off your head now and hang it on the flagpole? Zhang Kezheng was worried that he didn't spill the gas bucket, and he was not polite at all.

"You dare!" Bu Dachi's lips trembled with anger, pointed at Zhang Ke with his finger, and scolded: "Stinky boy, if you have the ability, even my girl, and that wild seed, all killed, if you don't dare, it's your grandson!" (A pie-in-the-sky event, cool phones are waiting for you!) Follow from ~ point / official account (add friends on WeChat to add an official account and enter ddxiaoshuo), participate now! Everyone has a prize, now pay attention to ddxiaoshuo WeChat public account! ）