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"Kill!" At this time, the Mongol soldiers were also red-eyed, and tens of thousands of people completely ignored the dense artillery fire and fire of the dangerous mountain army, abandoned their horses, rushed across the pontoon bridge on foot, and rushed to Tongliao Fort with the scimitar in their hands.

Tens of thousands of men attacked a small fort, where the Dangerous Mountain Military Region could be defended with a few thousand men, although the Dangerous Mountain Army tried its best to attack with artillery and firearms. But a large number of Tartar soldiers rushed to the bottom of the city walls, and several ladders were quickly erected to the top of the city.

"Oops!" Seeing this scene, Han Bianwai suddenly became anxious, and rushed forward with hundreds of Red Flame Army Map pikemen.

At this time, a large number of Mongols climbed to the top of the city and fought with the dangerous mountain army. These wolf-cub-like creatures, cunning and cruel, ignore the sword-wielding soldiers on the side, and prioritize killing the soldiers in the bunkers with firearms.

The plan of the Tartars is very good, kill all these soldiers first, cut off the firearms of the Ming army, and the companions behind can continue to kill, and the Ming army will be defeated at that time.

It's a pity that they encountered a dangerous mountain army, an iron army that made great achievements in Liaodong. Seeing the enemy coming, the soldier in charge of loading the medicine immediately used the weapon next to him and killed the Tartar without hesitation. The soldiers in charge of shooting continued to shoot at the Tartars under the city as if no one was around.

"General! A lot of Tartars are under the city walls, slamming the door with a rushing car! What should I do? Just as Han Bian was busy leading his troops to fight fiercely with the Tartars on the city wall, a soldier ran over and shouted anxiously.

"Oh no" Hearing this, Han Bian was also anxious, and the Tartars took the opportunity to assemble under the city wall, whether it was hitting the city wall with a rushing car or climbing the ladder, it was very bad for him.

But at this time, Du Fei was commanding the firearm troops, Du Kun was in the artillery camp, and there were no troops outside the Han Border. The Tartars were in danger of attacking the city, and if they let their large forces fight against the city walls, or if they broke through the gates of the city by rushing their chariots in succession, the fortress of Tongliao would definitely be defeated.

"Dog Tartar!" A knife slashed a hideous-looking Mongolian centurion in front of him to the ground, and Han Bian was about to personally lead people to rescue the city gate, when suddenly there was a roar from the city:

"Brothers, hack these dog tartars to death for Lao Tzu!"

The city gate suddenly opened, and Chen Xiong was holding a huge mace with his upper body, and he took the lead in killing Izuku, followed by hundreds of Tongliao Fort soldiers with spears and sharp blades behind him.

Chen Xiong wielded a mace and frantically smashed into the crowd of Tartars crowded at the gate of the city, and everywhere he went, there was no grass, countless Tartar soldiers were directly beaten by him and vomited blood and retreated, and their heads were smashed off by a mace, and some Tartars were even directly smashed by the mace and flew out.

The main general is so strong, and the hundreds of soldiers behind him are not ambiguous, although these soldiers of Tongliao Fort are not as extravagant as the dangerous mountain army, everyone wears iron armor and uses advanced weapons such as firearms. But these Liaodong men who were stimulated to bleed bravely are all heroes:

They roared and lined up in phalanxes, like huge hedgehogs, quickly approaching the Tartar soldiers at the city gates. The spears in the distance stabbed, and the near ones were slashed with waist knives, and the phalanx was extremely complete without the slightest disorder.

These soldiers may not be as trained as the Dangerous Mountain Army, but their will is far superior to that of the Dangerous Mountain Army:

Every soldier is like a machine, frantically shouting slogans to kill Tartars, constantly repeating the killing action mechanically. Even if the enemy's weapons slashed at them, they didn't blink an eyebrow, they didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, they just kept moving forward and killing!

Blood stained the ground under their feet, the mandarin duck jackets on their bodies became more colorful and dazzling, and soldiers continued to fall, but the ranks were not chaotic at all. They just pushed away the corpse of the robe and continued to reap the life of the Tartar, as if there was nothing worthy of their attention in the entire world except for the Tartar in front of them.

"Withdraw!" Seeing that the Tartars near the city gate were slaughtered, Chen Xiong waved his hand and personally retreated with the soldiers, but where could he retreat!

Countless Tartars roared madly and slaughtered, brandishing the scimitars in their hands, like hungry wolves in winter, rushing forward to attack the Ming army's military formation. Some Tartars even took the initiative to pounce, still piercing their bodies with spears, holding the spears tightly with both hands, and forcibly pulling the pikemen out of the military formation.

Once out of the military formation, countless Tartars would swarm up and hack them to death, and this life-for-life style caused Chen Xiong's troops to rapidly increase casualties.

"General! I'll break it off! At this moment, there were more than a hundred pikemen, suddenly stopped, turned around and scattered the formation, and rushed directly towards the Tartars. The Tartars who were caught off guard were directly stabbed to death by more than a hundred spears and dozens of people were stabbed away, and these people did not stop at all, and continued to maintain a long snake formation to block the Tartar army.

"Brother! My brother will definitely avenge you! Chen Xiong shouted loudly with tears streaming down his face, and retreated into the city with the remnants of more than 200 people without looking back, and the heavy city gate slammed shut!

Behind him was the overwhelming roar of hundreds of soldiers, and their lonely rush towards the back of the Tartar army. Soon they were surrounded by the Tartar army, and one by one they died under the Tartar swords. But they died peacefully, and even looked at the fierce Tartar soldiers in front of them with mocking expressions: our robes will surely avenge us!

"These Ming troops are crazy, and they have ordered them to withdraw their troops and fight again tomorrow" I Da, who was far away, saw this scene, and couldn't help but shiver, and said helplessly after hearing his subordinates report the casualties of the army.

The battle between the two sides lasted for six hours, and the Mongol cavalry had already lost more than 8,000 dead and wounded, which was already an unbearable number for Alta.

Don't look at the more than 200,000 troops under my command, there are 50,000 elites around me at this time. But you must know that the cavalry of Lu Dao Alta is not the kind of clay-legged soldiers of the Jurchens who bring their own weapons, and the armor, weapons, and war horses used by each soldier are carefully selected and purchased by Alta at a great cost.

In this way, although the Mongolian iron cavalry is elite and strong, and even far surpasses the Ming army in some aspects, but at the same time, if an excellent cavalry with a skilled bow and horse dies in battle, the cost and time required to replenish it are huge.

The level of science and technology and medicine of the Mongolian people is very low, so the birth rate of newborns is high, the premature death rate is higher, the population has been small, and there are few periods of large-scale growth.

For Alta, these elite cavalry that followed him in the southern and northern wars were his greatest reliance on dominating Mongolia. If he loses these elite soldiers, he will lose everything!

The dangerous mountain army dared to fight to the death with the dog Tartar to the end, and exchanged one life for another. I replied that I felt a little stubborn, my side was basically using seven or eight lives in exchange for one life of the Ming army, and even more than 20 people died and couldn't even touch the hair of the Ming army!

In the early charge, a large number of soldiers were killed by the artillery and firearms of the dangerous mountain army, and although they were killed at the head of the city, the dangerous mountain army was too fierce to fight to the death.

And with the removal of the threat at the city gate, a large number of dangerous mountain troops began to ignite the large 10,000 enemy and then threw it down the city to fall directly on the heads of the crowded Tartar soldiers under the city walls, exploding in this dense crowd, and the lethality was extremely amazing:

Every time 10,000 people fell, about eight Mongol cavalry were killed on the spot, and about five times as many soldiers were injured by shrapnel and iron nails flying everywhere.

These 10,000 enemies not only killed and wounded a large number of Mongol soldiers, but also blew up the ladder, so that the Mongol soldiers on the city wall lost their backup, like rootless water surrounded by the Ming army.

I replied that if I continued to fight like this, there would be no change, and the casualties of the soldiers were too large, so it was better for Ming Jin to withdraw the troops.

What I don't know is that tonight he will receive the news that the grain road has been cut off, so he will start a life-and-death fight with the dangerous mountain army!