Outside Quang Ninh City has almost become a sea of flags, with no end in sight.

Wang Huazhen, who often dealt with the Mongols, quickly recognized a golden flag in the center, and his fists clenched.

"Yongzhen, if I am not mistaken, the leader of the troops this time is the eldest son of fried flowers, Huang Taiji Ao Ba Daiqing! They trade more than 100,000 yuan with my Ming Dynasty every year, and the imperial court frequently rewards them, and they even collude with Jiannu, which is really hateful! ”

Wang Huazhen scolded, Sun Degong, who was standing behind, turned slightly pale, and he saw it more clearly than Wang Huazhen.

"My lord, if you are not mistaken, in addition to Oba Daiqing, there are also large and small Taiji, such as Nanglu, Jiangduer, Boyaoer, Buerhangu, and Wujiangshi. Almost half of the sons and grandsons of fried flowers came, and they thought that they should be cautious against the enemy. ”

Fried flowers are the most powerful of the five Khalkha departments in Mongolia, with nearly 100,000 people who control the strings, and often invade Xuanda in Liaodong during the Wanli period of Longqing, which once gave the Ming Dynasty a headache.

Looking at the appearance outside the city, at least more than half of the troops of the fried flower department have come. The original officials of Guangning, civil officials and military generals were sweating on their heads. If you can't stop it and let the Mongolians come in, I'm afraid everyone will be finished!

"Is there a Bu Tachi?" Zhang Ke suddenly asked thoughtlessly.

Sun Degong was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Lord Zhang, there is no banner of humiliation. ”

Zhang Ke nodded slightly, he had heard Mandariva mention that because the fried flowers were old and unable to restrain their children and grandchildren, the interior of the fried flowers department was torn apart. Some people advocate being close to the old slave, some advocate allegiance to Lin Dan Khan, and some want to be friendly with the Ming Dynasty. Looking at the situation in front of him, everyone who should be close to the old slave family has jumped out.

In the endless sea of people, the swords and guns reflected the shimmering cold light.

The horses neighed and roared, the sound shook the sky, and when I heard it, the blood gushed!

Come on! Fight to the death!

Zhang Ke put his heart sideways. Take the Mongols to practice their hands, so as not to be in a hurry when they encounter old slaves.

As the minutes passed, there was a sudden commotion in the ranks of the Mongols, and out of the ranks came many ragged people, old and young, trembling to the front of the procession.

The sound of crying and wailing reached the city, and Wang Huazhen saw this scene for the first time, and her eyes immediately widened.

"What are they going to do?"

Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and said, "The Tartars are attacking the city." They are accustomed to taking the old and young women and children as the forerunner, and if they can't do it, they will take advantage of the situation to attack the city. If we slaughter our own people, they will take the opportunity to ruin the reputation of the court and demoralize the army! ”

"Despicable!" Wang Huazhen hurriedly said to Zhang Ke: "Yongzhen, do you have any way?" ”

"Absolutely!"

Zhang Ke suddenly sneered, "They want to play, I will naturally accompany them to the end!" ”

The people outside the city, driven by the Tartars, wept and grabbed the earth. Thousands of people poured towards the city walls, and the black pressure was overwhelming.

An interpreter shouted triumphantly on the horse: "Listen to Huzha in the city, hurry up and surrender my Mongol army, otherwise you will be killed." These people are your examples! ”

While shouting, some Mongolian soldiers cut off the heads of two backward old men one after another, picked them on the tip of the knife, and screamed with great might!

Above the flag. Oba Daiqing and several brothers and nephews, as well as Mang Gultai, were pointing and laughing.

"Quang Ninh is indeed interesting. What's the use of building so many trenches and low walls, can you stop our Mongolian warriors! Nanglu smiled contemptuously: "After a while, I will rush up with the little ones, and promise to kill in Quang Ninh tonight, and sleep well with the girls inside!" ”

Several Taiyoshi laughed arrogantly, and suddenly a cannon rang out at the head of the city. They hurriedly glanced over, only to see that a soldier had picked out a flagpole and tied a man to the flagpole. Another soldier shouted with a tin roll with a thorn:

"Dog Tartar, open your eyes and see, this is your Gangster Taiji, he has fallen into our hands!"

There was a horn sound, and the sound clearly reached the ears of the Taiji.

"What!"

Oba Daiqing's eyes widened, An'er was his brother, he disappeared after being ambushed by the Ming army, he attacked Da Ming under the banner of revenge, and now An'er was in front of him, he couldn't help but be angry and hateful.

"Damn Huzha, hurry up and let go of the gangster An'er Taiji, otherwise I will set foot on Guangning!"

The interpreter shouted at the top of his voice, showing Obadaiqing's anger.

"Hahaha, Oba Daiqing, sue sù you are here, you have the ability to attack!" Zhang Ke suddenly picked up the crossbow arrow and aimed it at An'er!

"Don't!" Oba Daiqing still shouted late, the crossbow arrow just hit An'er's shoulder, three or four inches into the flesh, An'er's mouth was blocked, he couldn't make a sound, it hurt so much that his hands and feet kicked, and the blood ticked down the wound and fell to the city.

"Tartars, listen to them, if you dare to use the people of the Ming Dynasty as cannon fodder, Lao Tzu will kill your Taiji first! See whose life is worth more! ”

There are more than a dozen archers behind Zhang Ke, as long as an order is given, he can give An'er a heart-wrenching end.

"Damn!"

Oba Daiqing's face was so angry that his face was pale, to be honest, Oba Daiqing was second only to him in strength in the Flower Fried Department, and Oba Daiqing was under the banner of helping Ao An'er take revenge, but he actually wanted to eat Ao An'er's subordinates. In front of everyone's eyes, how could he ignore An'er's life.

"Minggou in the city, we are upright and upright, you are not allowed to hurt An'er Taiji, and we don't need your people!"

The two sides finally agreed, and the Mongols had no choice but to drive the people away, and went back dejected. Zhang Ke saw the people withdraw, so he asked people to withdraw An'er, and Lord Taiji was almost scared to pee his pants.

In the first battle, neither side took advantage, and the Mongolian soldiers outside the city saw that their Taiji was captured, and they were angry one by one, and a big battle was inevitable.

"Brother Nanglu, the first battle will be handed over to you, I wish you a victory!"

Nanglu nodded, and he galloped wildly, beckoning his men to attack the city. For about half an hour, thousands of Tartars rushed towards the city with numerous shield carts.

Cattle on the grassland are not a rare thing, and the shield cart is covered with four or five layers of raw cowhide, and when the war starts, it is poured with water, which makes the cowhide extremely tough, and ordinary firebolts and arrows cannot hurt them at all.

The Tartars were emboldened, getting closer and closer to the outermost line of defense.

Wu Boyan led his subordinates to guard the outside of the city, and the defensive lines outside the city alternated between trenches and earthen walls. Cover for each other. At each gap there are two tiger squat cannons, and a large number of firecrackers are guarded. In addition, the Tartars were left with three wide avenues to charge, one of which led directly to the city gate, and it seemed that as long as they rushed through, Quang Ninh was within reach.

But this is destined to be an illusion, and the most powerful firepower is planted on this wide road. In addition to the guns and artillery of the Uiju soldiers, there are also eight Hongyi cannons in Quang Ninh!

Each piece of artillery is about 2,000 catties, and it is extremely powerful. Although Zhang Ke is not optimistic about these bulky guys, it is undeniable that they are on a special battlefield. It has a huge effect.

Jiang Huai, the general manager in charge of commanding the artillery, stared at the boss and waited for the order. Wu Boyan saw that the shield car was getting closer and closer, and immediately waved the command flag in his hand.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

With the command, the fire rope was lit and burned. Driven by gunpowder, the ten-pound lead pellets smashed into the tartars with lightning speed!

Boom!

The shield cart was hit head-on, and it was torn apart, and sawdust flew all over the sky. The lead shot castrated unabated, smashing three corpses. He slammed into a shield cart behind him, shattering the wheels and breaking the legs of two more soldiers when he jumped up.

A lead pellet is a bloody alley. Even if he was not hit head-on, the flying sawdust was a small Li flying knife, and countless tartars were injured.

Eight lead shots, four missed. The remaining four destroyed six shield wagons, and twenty or thirty Tartars were killed and wounded. The formation of the attack was paused, and in an instant other artillery pieces rang out. Furlong's cannon spews ferocious grapeshot. More than a dozen iron pellets are twisted together, and when they are punched out, they are one piece. Wherever they passed, they were either killed or wounded.

More buckshot iron sand fell from the sky, like a goddess scattering flowers, rushing to the Tartar in front of him and splashing blood flowers. The wolf screamed and fell in pieces, covered in huge holes of blood.

It's even more enjoyable than cutting wheat, Jiang Huai shouted desperately, letting his subordinates attack as fast as possible. Just behind him, there was a specially arranged soldier to record the battlefield table.

Zhang Ke had already told them that this time he would no longer only recognize his head as he did in the past, and he would be promoted after verification!

Jiang Huai has been the president of Qian for more than ten years, and he has also worked hard to change his court.

Nearly 100 artillery pieces of all sizes were fired together, the ground shook, the momentum was terrifying, and the Tartars who rushed up were all drowned in the smoke of gunpowder, crying and calling for their mothers one by one.

There was a mess on the passage, and the Tartars put their minds on the ditches and earthen walls, which didn't look wide or tall, so it should be easier!

The dense Tartar infantry rushed forward with scimitar shields, and the moment they stepped into the trench they regretted it. It turned out that there was a layer of floating soil at the bottom of the trench, which covered the iron thistles and bamboo sticks underneath. As soon as they stepped in, the soles of their feet were pierced, and the piercing pain made them scream and lose their combat effectiveness.

There were also lucky Tartars who were not injured, and they desperately climbed the earthen wall and climbed up. That's when they felt the cruelty of the designer. The earthen wall looks low on the flat ground, but it becomes extremely difficult to climb up at the bottom of the ditch.

They clung to the hard sand with their hands, their fingers were grinding and their nails were cracked, and they finally climbed to the top of the earthen wall out of breath.

Bang Bang Bang!

A dense firecrackle rang out, and in an instant they turned into corpses and rolled down into the trench.

The Yiju soldiers easily loaded and fired, which was even easier than the usual training. The Tartars, on the other hand, were slaughtered so violently that their blood flowed to the bottom of the ditch and turned into dark red puddles.

The wounded, the dead, everyone is intertwined, like a pot of dumplings, tossing up and down, and gradually the trenches are filled with flesh and blood.

Blood mixed with gunsmoke, and the pungent smell wafted to the city wall, Wang Huazhen, who had been watching the battle, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he gave Zhang Ke two thumbs up. Turned around and ran to the city, wah-wow, vomiting.

The horror of the battlefield is like this! (To be continued!)

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