The artillery mission was completed, but the battle that belonged to the long-term sought-after had just begun.

Although the Tartars retreated, they did not expect that the Haw Par Army would pursue them. Because this is completely inconsistent with my understanding of the Ming army's combat style.

Listen to the shouts of killing that are getting closer and closer to him behind him. The last bit of reason in the Tatars' hearts told them: if they still planned to retreat around to the location of the war horses, the swarming tiger and leopard army behind them would take a super short route and directly block the way they had to retreat to Santun Fort, intercepting them.

When the time comes, in the face of an enemy several times his size, coupled with the enemy's incredible rain of guns, even if he has the ability, he will not be able to return to Santun Fort with the city wall for protection.

Therefore, the remaining twelve Tartars decisively gave up their horses, regardless of the various weeds and bushes along the way, and fled directly in a straight line in the direction of Santunbao.

Their choice was very wise for the Tartars who were fleeing for their lives.

However, for Wei Zheng and the Haw Par Army, this choice of the Tartars helped them a lot.

Although the Tiger and Par Army ate the main force of the Santun Fort Tartar Army here, there are still a lot of troops left in Santun Fort. Coupled with the cover of a high city wall, no matter how strong the combat effectiveness of the Tiger and Leopard Army is, it is impossible to enter Santun Fort without spending a single soldier.

Just when Wei Zheng was ready to sacrifice the lives of dozens of soldiers of the Tiger and Leopard Army, he planned to storm Santun Fort. The dozen or so Tartars who gave up their war horses in front of them unexpectedly gave Wei Zheng a chance to enter Santun Fort.

Seeing that the Tartar gave up the war horse, Wei Zheng's eyes quickly shot out two rays of light.

Under the puzzled gaze of dozens of gunners, he excitedly said to himself: "God really helps me......"

After speaking, Wei Zheng picked up a big knife, jumped on a war horse, and chased after the long snatcher who ran a few hundred meters away.

The mountain road is rugged, not suitable for war horses to gallop. However, a four-legged horse is still far faster than a two-legged one.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Zheng, who was riding on a war horse, caught up with the pike.

Seeing Wang Feng, the captain of the spear team who rushed to the front, Wei Zheng ordered loudly.

"Brother Wang, can you follow behind the Tartar and rush into Santun Fort in one fell swoop. He ordered the soldiers not to chase too fast, keep their bodies, and strive to follow the Tartars to the gate of Santun Fort, break through the city gate in one fell swoop, and enter Santun Fort. ”

"Yes, general......" Wang Feng, who was in pursuit, replied loudly.

Subsequently, the rhythm of the entire pursuit force slowed down little by little under Wang Feng's deliberate guidance.

Of course, even so, the distance between the two armies remained at about twenty paces from beginning to end.

As long as the Tartars rush to the gate of Santun Fort, at most a few seconds, a hundred long sought-after can rush to the gate of the city after them.

And just a few seconds were not enough for the Tartars to storm Santun Fort and close the city gates.

At that time, the wall around Santun Fort will be useless, and it will no longer be able to stop the pace of the Haw Par Army's attack.

After half an hour of frantic pursuit, the one-foot high wall of Santun Fort finally appeared in the field of vision of more than a dozen Tartars.

A wild cheer full of surprise quickly came out of the mouths of more than a dozen Tartars, and shouted loudly to the remaining troops on the city wall a hundred meters away: "Open the city gate immediately, stop the Ming army behind with bows and arrows, open the city gate quickly, we want to enter the city..."

Although Wang Feng failed to understand the Manchu language spoken by the Tartars, he immediately understood the Tartars' intentions after seeing that the Tartars on the city wall had begun to bend their bows and arrows.

After glancing at the gate of Santun Fort that the two armies were fighting for, Wang Feng, who was running, decisively ordered: "Soldiers, speed up the pursuit, only if you follow closely behind the Tartars, the Tartar archers on the city wall can not help us." ”

"Speed up and fight your way to Santun Fort...... Rush ah......"

"Kill ......"

The hundred-long sought-after hand that has always maintained its body is like a wild horse that has suddenly escaped, skewering forward.

The murderous shouts reached the ears of the Tartars, and more than a dozen Tartars who had just shown the expressions of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe were immediately startled by this roar.

The relaxed nerves tensed again, and with the last of his strength, he rushed towards the city gate.

On the city wall, seeing that the Ming army commander was chasing faster and faster, although he didn't know what was going on outside the city, why there were only more than ten people left in front of him among the hundreds of warriors who attacked.

However, there is a very simple truth, the Tartars on the city wall still understand: the Ming army must not be allowed to approach the city wall and the city gate.

So, the only tooth swinger on the city wall quickly raised his big sword in his hand and roared loudly at the infantry who had already bent their bows and arrows beside them.

"Release the arrows, and the archers will immediately release the arrows to block the Ming army commander's rush ......"

"Whoosh ......"

More than a dozen arrows flew out of the walls at his command, and flew towards the long snatchers who were pursuing them with increasing speed.

Standing on the city wall, he saw with his own eyes that after the arrow fell into the middle of the long snatcher, at least five Ming army commanders fell to the ground with the arrow in the snatch.

However, the loss of five people was obviously not comparable to the huge Santun Fort.

The Ming army commander who was attacked by the rain of arrows not only did not retreat, but rushed faster and faster under the leadership of Wang Feng, and rushed more and more bravely.

After breaking through the Tartar three rounds of arrow rain interception, the open gate of Santun Fort finally appeared ten steps away from Wang Feng.

However, what made Wang Feng anxious was that more than a dozen Tartars who were being pursued by him had all rushed into the city gate. Two heavy wooden gates were being closed by the combined efforts of several Tartars.

At the last moment, Wang Feng rushed forward a few steps, and subconsciously made a spear stabbing action, inserting the spear into the city gate along the crack of the door that had not been completely closed, and happened to jam the city gate that was about to be closed.

The gates were jammed with spears, and the most anxious were undoubtedly the Tartars who had just stormed the gates.

A few red-eyed Tartars subconsciously raised their broadswords, wanting to cut off their spears and close the city gate early.

The few long stalkers who followed behind Wang Feng quickly inserted the spear in their hand into the crack of the door.

Seeing that the city gate could not be closed for the time being, Wang Feng subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and ordered loudly to the subordinates who dared to come one after another behind him.

"Brothers. There were more than a dozen Tartars behind the city gate, and they all pushed open the city gate with me and rushed into Santun Fort......"

No matter how strong the Tartar is, it can't withstand the simultaneous exertion of dozens of long sought-after.

The city gate, which was still only one crack just now, slowly grew larger under the impetus of dozens of soldiers. Until it was enough to accommodate one person to enter, the long snatcher, who was already standing next to him with a spear, quickly stabbed the spear in his hand into the hole in the city gate, revealing his figure.

As soon as a string of spears pierced through their bodies, large streams of blood began to flow out of the bloody holes in the three Tartars' bodies, and then they fell to the ground and turned into corpses.

Suddenly losing the strength of three people, the Tartars behind the city gate were even more difficult.

Despite their best efforts, the opening angle of the two wooden doors is still getting bigger and bigger thanks to the joint efforts of dozens of soldiers of the Haw Par Army.

Until the spear platoon could rush in, Wang Feng, who pushed the door with his subordinates, shouted loudly.

"Three long scrambles in a row, immediately rush in, and kill all the Tartars in the city gate."

Three spears, in the hands of three pikemen, stabbed forward round after round.

Although the Tartars hiding behind the city gates fought back desperately, their weapons were too short, and the broadswords they wielded had not yet touched the long swordsman, and the spear equipped by the long squirm had already pierced their chests.

After a few rounds, there was not a single living Tartar in the cave of the city gate.

More than a dozen blood-covered Tartars lay behind the city gate cave in various postures, and a strong smell of blood quickly spread in the city gate cave.

"The gates have been taken down......"

Wang Feng shouted excitedly in his heart, and then ordered loudly to his subordinates who were still immersed in shock: "What are you doing here, the first platoon of the pikes will immediately attack the city wall and clear the Tartar remnants on the city wall." ”

"The remaining two spear platoons, in units, disperse and clear the remnants of the enemy in the fort, and impose martial law ...... on the entire Santun Fort"

"Yes, Captain......"

The three platoon commanders shouted in unison, and rushed into Santun Fort with their subordinates, who were already dissatisfied.

Immediately, all kinds of shouts and screams were ...... Successively began to sound in Santun Fort.