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"Brothers! You won't die in vain! As long as Lao Tzu is alive, you must take off the heads of a hundred tartars and pay tribute to your souls in the sky."

At the head of the city, Li Rubai watched expressionlessly as hundreds of cavalry and Cha Dashou and Zu Chengxun finally died in battle, and muttered to himself.

From the very beginning, the soldiers had no intention of returning alive, and they even asked the robes to close the gates of the city as soon as they were killed, so as to prevent the Tartars from taking advantage of the situation:

"Little bastard, if you don't listen to Lao Tzu, believe it or not, my father and I'll come back and spank you!" This is the warmest threat of the father who went to war to his son, and he decided to die for his son and to repay the kindness of the major general Li Rusong. And his son, at the moment when his father went out of the city, held back the dazzling tears, roared and closed the city gate with all his might.

"Brother, remember to take care of my wife and children, hehe, your brother, I have to make a great contribution this time, don't be jealous!" The younger brother said goodbye to his brother with a smile, and rushed to death in high spirits, his brother, the seven-foot man who had been doing his best to take care of him since he was a child, was silent and didn't say anything, just walked up to the city with a blank face, frantically slashing and slashing the Tartars who rushed up, not noticing that he had burst into tears.

"The king squints! Be jealous, hahaha Lao Tzu went out to kill the Tartars, you have to hide inside and defend the city like your grandson" A cavalry soldier smuggled and canceled the robe that had the best relationship with him on weekdays. And the robe Ze also held back the tears that were about to burst out, and shouted with a wild smile on his face:

"Zhang Bald, you will definitely not be slower than you when you wait for Lao Tzu! Even if our brothers go to the Netherworld Mansion, they are also bull heads and horse noodles under the Lord of Yama! ”

Countless Ming soldiers completely ignored death at this moment, they watched their robes, brothers, and fathers die outside the city, using their own blood and lives to destroy a large number of Tartar shield carts, so that they no longer have to be helpless against the tactics of Tartars smashing walls. These silent soldiers who can't chew words and can't express their feelings with flowery rhetoric are like heavy mountains. Crazy attack on the Tartar soldiers.

Even Li Rubai, the supreme governor of Fushun City. And the civil officials, who were usually the most despised by the soldiers, appeared at the head of the city at this time, and they did not care whether they would be injured or even killed, regardless of the dense arrows of the Tartars overhead. Rather, it was the high-morale running and shouting to motivate the morale of the army. Help carry ordnance. Or even directly pick up the weapon. Fight to the death with the Tartars who killed the head of the city.

"Kill the Tartars!" Fushun sentenced Li Guozhe, with a disheveled hair and a tattered civil official's robe. With a big knife in his hand, the whole person pounced on a Tartar soldier who climbed the city wall like a madman, and there was no fear in his eyes, only the determination to die.

A flash of disdain flashed in the eyes of the Tartar soldier, dodging Li Guozhe's blade, the scimitar in his hand was like a poisonous snake, accurately slashing at Li Guozhe's neck, and he waited with anticrative anticipation for the latter's neck to be split and blood splashed.

But the result surprised him to the extreme, Li Guozhe did not dodge and let the scimitar slash at his neck, but the whole person accelerated violently, at the moment when the scimitar of the tartar slashed his neck. He successfully rushed to the front of the Tartars, and took advantage of the opportunity of the other party standing on the battlements to hold the body of the Tartar soldiers, and the two fell directly from the city wall.

Mencius said: Benevolence takes righteousness. Teacher, student, I have lived up to your teachings, Lao Tzu is worthy of the decades of reading the poetry and books of sages! At the moment of death, such a thought flashed in Li Guozhe's head, and he died of anger.

More Ming soldiers, officials, and even the most inconspicuous Jinyi guards on weekdays, rushed to the city at this moment, they may have been corrupt officials who oppressed good officials, and even killed countless innocent people, but at this moment they were like crazy, desperately waving the weapons in their hands, and killing the Tartars who climbed the city wall one by one. Some civilian officials knew that they were incompetent, so they directly resorted to the trick of exchanging their lives for their lives, regardless of their own life or death, and dragged the enemy army to death!

As the shield car was destroyed by Zu Chengxun and others with their lives, the Ming soldiers leaned out regardless of their own safety, and frantically strangled the tartars under the city wall with arrows and firearms.

"Ahh

"My eyes, help!"

"Run for your life! The barbarians of the Ming Dynasty poured fire oil! ”

The Tartars who had been frantically digging the wall under the city wall with the shield cart before, finally suffered a retaliation at this time, a large number of arrows, lead, and oil were frantically poured on them like they didn't want money, and directly beat the wolves of these Tartars to rush to the pigs, crying fathers and mothers, and many people were directly beaten into meat sauce by the rolling wood and stones that flew down, and some were smashed off their arms, dragging an arm and wailing and turning their heads to run.

"Kill all the Tartars!" Seeing this scene, Li Rubai personally took the lead and rushed towards the few Tartars on the city wall, behind him were countless Ming soldiers who were angry and holding steel knives, eager to avenge their relatives in robes.

A Tartar general with a fierce face slashed a Ming soldier in front of him with a knife, and was pulling the knife back, only to find that the Ming soldier who had died of anger was still holding his scimitar in his hand. At the same time, three spears had stabbed viciously from the front, directly piercing the armor of the Tartar general and piercing his soft abdomen.

"Ahh The Tartar general let out an inhuman scream, and he lifted the three Ming soldiers directly into the air with their spears, shook them off the city wall, and smashed them to pieces.

Countless Ming soldiers sacrificed their lives to fight to the death, they no longer knew what pain or sorrow was at this moment, they only knew their affectionate robes, and they could not hesitate to lose their lives in order to defend this city. They resolutely can't let their relatives and robes down, even if they die, they must keep Fushun City, pull more Tartars to die, and pay tribute to their relatives and the spirit of Paoze!

When the last Tartar soldier on the city wall was killed, all the soldiers did not cheer or get excited, they turned around one by one, and stared murderously at the black Tartar army not far away with their swords in hand, as if they could breathe fire in their eyes.

"Boar skin, don't give me a chance! Otherwise, I will make your life worse than death, and cut you dog Tartars who have caused trouble in Liaodong one by one! Tiredly holding his war knife, Li Rubai barely stabilized his body, stood on the city wall and looked at the wild boar skin banner not far away, and said with a murderous expression.

Later Jin Mongol coalition forces in the distance:

"What? Of the more than 3,000 people who rushed up, less than 100 people fled back from almost all the army? What do you bastards eat! More than 3,000 people, more than 100 shield cars, this is the strongest family of our Houjin and Mongolian coalition forces, and they have not yet captured Fushun! Come on, drag this guy down and behead him for public display! Seeing that the Jurchen generals he had sent fled back unkempt and wounded to report the failure of the siege to himself, the wild boar skin could no longer maintain that calmness, and roared.

The wild boar skin knew very well in his heart that his time was limited, and Li Rusong would see through his tricks in three days at most, regardless of the suspicious soldiers near the split mountain, and directly led the main force of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry to kill him. At that time, he lost his troops and lost his generals, and it was impossible to win Li Rusong in the front, and he did not have enough food and grass to carry weight. Fight, if you can't fight, if you escape, you will starve to death.

Therefore, at present, unless at all costs, we must forcibly capture Fushun, which is one of the main border trade exports of the Ming Dynasty in Liaodong, seize a large number of cattle, sheep, and grain in the city to replenish our own side, and only then will we be able to continue to deal with the Ming army.

"Well, what the hell is to be done?" Touching his chin thoughtfully, the boar skin muttered to himself.

At this time, the three thousand Liaodong iron cavalry led by Li Ning were killing Fushun in the starry night! (To be continued......)