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"Daddy!" After a few steps on the city wall, Li Rusong saw the burly figure of his father Li Chengliang from afar, and hurriedly ran to his father's side with Monk Lingqin and the other four people.

Li Chengliang, dressed in military uniform and armed with a long knife, was patrolling back and forth on the city wall with seven or eight guards. Hundreds of strong soldiers, armed with bows, arrows, spears and other weapons, lay on the city wall, watching nervously through the dark night as the Jurchen cavalry wandered back and forth not far away.

"Hey, Daddy, I'll walk with you" Laughing and following behind Daddy, Li Rusong observed the Jurchen enemies under the city while patrolling the city wall.

The dangerous mountain is a military village built on the mountain, which can be said to be the biggest advantage of the dangerous mountain military village - surrounded by mountains on three sides, as long as one wall can be used by the enemy to attack, and at the same time, the defending side has only one exit!

With the faint light of the torch in the hand of Monk Greenqin, Li Rusong found that the Jurchen Tartars in the night did not plan to fight overnight at this time, but relied on superb equestrian skills and first-class bows and arrows to wander back and forth near the city wall, consuming the arrows and gunpowder of the defenders, exploring the truth and weakening the morale of the defenders.

"Ha Luha, can the Ming Dynasty barbarians in the city dare to fight?" A Tartar rode to the city and shouted arrogantly.

"Hehe, these barbarians don't look stupid! But if it goes on like this, something will go wrong with our people" Li Rusong was observing the soldiers on his side, and he found that the soldiers on his side were huddled behind the battlements of the city wall one by one, trembling and not daring to get up to observe the situation of the enemy army outside.

"Brother, if this continues, these soldiers will soon collapse, should we take the initiative to attack? Give these uncles some courage? Li Ning, who couldn't hold back for a long time, walked up to Li Rusong and asked in a low voice.

"Hey, look at me!" The corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile, Li Rusong suddenly rushed to the city wall with an arrow step, snatched the three-eyed firearm of a soldier next to him, stepped on the battlements with one foot, and shot at the arrogant Tartar under the city with the torch on the side!

"Boom!" The mouth of the three-eyed fire gun immediately emitted three brilliant flames, accompanied by an earth-shattering loud noise, completely tearing through the dark night sky, and the Ming army on the entire city wall was startled by this sound, and turned their faces blankly and looked at Li Rusong standing on the battlements in a daze.

"Ahh At this time, a terrible scream pulled everyone back to reality, and turned their heads to find the source of the sound, and the cavalry of the Jurchen Tartars in the city was shattered in the chest by the three-eyed firebolt, and fell to the ground with a miserable scream.

"Come again!" As soon as Li Rusong's words fell, he took another spear handed over by Yan Xing, and took a few steps back to stand in a line with Yan Xing and the others.

"One! Two! Three! Cast! With Li Rusong's roar again, the spears in the hands of the five people cut through the dark night and pounced on the Tartars who rescued the corpses of their companions under the city!

The results achieved by the five spears were also much worse than the effect of Li Rusong's use of the three-eyed fire gun just now, the two Tartars who came to snatch the corpses of their companions, one was pierced through the neck by the spear, the other was pierced through the arm, and the remaining three spears were either too strong and did not know where they flew to, or they fell to the ground halfway due to lack of strength.

However, the effect of these two attacks was extremely significant, and in the night, I don't know how many Tartars roared, and I could vaguely see the torches lit by the Tartars, retreating as quickly as a tide, and finally pushed to a place nearly a thousand meters away from the wall of the dangerous mountain.

No more Tartar dared to ride a horse and roam near the walls of the treacherous mountain to launch a provocation.

"Holy! You idiots, are you still men? Even if you are holding back, the Tartars will not let you go! As long as they attack the dangerous mountain, you will all die! Bastards, aren't you as good as me Li Rusong, a child? Take up arms and fight, or you will wait to be tortured to death by the Jurchen Tartars! Raising the torch in his hand, Li Ru was relieved and shouted loudly, and at the same time, the monks around him, Ling Qin, Li Ning, Yan Xing, and Du Fei raised the weapons in their hands without hesitation, and shouted loudly:

"I'm a big Mingerlang! Rather fight to death! Don't surrender! ”

"I'm a big Mingerlang! Life will be vigorous, never afraid of the head and tail! ”……

"Jiji, I'm not as good as my eldest son?" With a self-deprecating smile, Li Chengliang first came to his senses from the shock, strode forward, and raised the long knife in his hand:

"Brothers, the marquis and the prime minister, glory and wealth are just around the corner! If you die in battle, you will suffer all kinds of humiliation! The husband will do a vigorous career in his life, and he will die for eternity! Kill the Tartars with me! ”

Li Chengliang's angry roar, like a wave, instantly swept the entire city wall, Li Rusong was pleasantly surprised to find that the soldiers stopped trembling one by one, stretched their bodies, and the fear in their eyes was gradually replaced by another flying look.

At this time, they are no longer weak people who are afraid of the Jurchen Tartars, nor are they the remnants of the defeated army who are bent on how to survive tonight, they are the Liaodong border army of the Ming Dynasty, and they are the strongest warriors of the Ming Dynasty. There was no fear in their hearts, only an unforgettable hatred for the Tartars, and a frenzied desire to fight them.

"Alas...... Everyone in the world knows the bitter sea of Liaodong, and who knows that in the 100 years since the founding of Emperor Hongwu, how many Liaodong athletes have stained the yellow sand with blood? There was a faint tear in his eyes, and Li Rusong said in a choked voice.

According to the knowledge of his previous life, since the Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang defeated the Yuan Dynasty, hundreds of thousands of Han Chinese have been relocated to Liaodong, and they have either become military households guarding the frontier of the era or residents living here.

Whatever it was, they always had to face attacks, looting, and killing by the Jurchens and Mongols. The red blood stains the red and yellow sand, the youth turns into white hair, and generations of young people in Liaodong have sacrificed their lives to defend the country, they are the real heroes!

"Kill!" At this time, the dangerous mountain wall has been replaced by a stormy roar, and the soldiers of the Ming army are staring at the Jurchen Tartars outside the city with blood-red eyes one by one, like hungry wolves waiting to feast on the flesh and blood of the Tartars!

Far away, the Jurchen camp:

Three Jurchens in metal armor, holding a fine bow, and horses under their hips, were staring at the dangerous mountain city and whispering:

"Guibel, this dangerous mountain city has obviously been frightened by the domineering of my Jurchen warriors just now, and it is even about to collapse on its own. Why is it so rampant now, do you want to go to war overnight? A bearded man, with a pair of small eyes full of cunning, said to the man with clear eyebrows in the middle.

"Hehe, the great leader of Wang Gao. You are the commander of the right guard of Jianzhou in the Ming Dynasty, a dignified official, why do you still want to get involved with us bandits? The clear-eyed young man smiled slightly and asked noncommittally.

"Guy, the leader of the king is not an official properly, and he came to accompany us robbers, it really opened my eyes" Another middle-aged man said with disdain, looking very unaccustomed to Wang Gao.

"Humph!" Hearing this, Wang Gao couldn't help but snort, don't these ignorant guys still know that the opportunity is fleeting? The Ming army in the city was obviously demoralized just now, and their own warriors galloped across the country, ready to attack the dangerous mountains at any time. At this time, I don't know who fired a shot and killed a warrior, and then the morale of the Ming army actually recovered quickly?

"There's something weird here, so it's better to prepare early." Rolling his cunning eyes, Wang Gao ignored the sneers of the other two Jurchen patriarchs and muttered to himself.

Under the dark night, both sides did not launch an attack with a tacit understanding, the Ming army was busy preparing defensive equipment and arranging defenses, and the Jurchens were also planning to plan for tomorrow's siege.

With the first rays of brilliant sunshine shining on the icy land of the dangerous mountains of Liaodong, the Ming army and the Jurchens all clenched their weapons - they were about to go to war!