The cannon burst one after another, the earth trembled uncontrollably, the pace of the attack outside accelerated, and everyone in the "Urn City" could feel that the danger was imminent. This time, it was Li Fengxiang who urged everyone to hurry up to the city, most of the grain guards were on the city wall, Gao Keng saw that Li Fengxiang finally relented, and excitedly asked him to go to the city first.

"Li Gong please, first!"

"It's still a lot of friction, even if our family leaves, we will be the last to leave, alas, our family can't live it......"

There was actually a bit of crying in his voice.

The situation deteriorated so quickly that it was far beyond everyone's imagination, the merchant was the first to go up to the city, originally planning to carry the rope from the female wall to the outside of the city, who knew that hundreds of people came from both sides, although the wall of the city was not wide, but the successive servants, if it continued, they would have to be consumed to death sooner or later. So he said, and everyone gave up the rope and jumped straight from the city.

In his opinion, the city wall of Xuanfu is more than two feet, and the city is full of artemisia grass, even if he jumps down, the chance of injury is not great. But it was strongly opposed by Gao Keng, because Li Fengxiang's old bones definitely couldn't withstand the toss of this height.

The food guards who resisted on both sides were gradually exhausted under the frantic attack of the other side, and with the roar of mortar, the city wall under their feet could not help trembling, and the determination and morale to resist were disintegrating little by little. There were not a few people left in the "Urn City", only a few followers seemed to be dead to follow him, Gao Keng climbed the inner side of the city wall, leaned down and shouted down.

"Li Gong, Li Gong, come up! It's too late to make up for it......"

Gao Keng was really anxious, and shouted several times in a row, but saw Li Fengxiang looking desperate.

"Our family has the responsibility to defend the land, now that we have lost the city and the food, where is there still a face to live to see long live, you are so self-conscious, hurry up, don't care about our family......"

Boom!

The city wall shook again, and Gao Keng didn't hear what Li Fengxiang said next, so he wanted to go down and pull Li Fengxiang up. Suddenly, the guards on the right side of the wall collapsed, and the crowd carried him to the left, and by the time they regained their footing, it was already a few moments later.

Gao Keng thought about it again, and pulled Li Fengxiang up, but found that the ropes that went to the "Urn City" were ignited at some point and could no longer be used. He held the walls and choked up.

"Li Gong, you, why don't you stop here!"

The merchant leader was also sympathetic, it seemed that Li Fengxiang had already saved the idea of martyrdom. No, you have to save him. As soon as the thought came to mind, I heard two more cannon shots, followed by the sound of "bang" and "bang" one after another.

It was over, and the "city gate" facing the city was collapsed by mortar shells.

One of the purposes of his stay was to watch Li Fengxiang and help him when necessary, but he was still careless. Seeing the Tartars entering the "Urn City", Gao Keng couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and didn't look over his head in pain.

Akzia's forcible order worked, and in less than half an hour, two mortars were fired in turn, and the "city wall" and iron gate were smashed violently. He followed the warriors into the "urn city" where the grain was stored, and the torches reflected it like daylight, dozens of steps before and after the length and width, and it was really a hole in the sky.

But I saw a man in a brocade robe standing in the center, with a torch in his right hand, and the flames of the fire were swaying from side to side, reflecting his face ugly.

Akzia snorted: "Who are you?" ”

The man said sharply: "My director Li Fengxiang is also!" ”

Akzi laughed, and when he saw that the highest-ranking official of the Xuan Mansion had become a turtle in the urn, he had the heart of a cat and a mouse again.

"If you surrender, you will not die!"

Seeing the Tartars rushing in, Li Fengxiang changed his usual indecisive image and categorically refused.

"I was born as a person of the Ming Dynasty and died as a ghost of the Ming Dynasty, how can I grovel to the Tartars!"

These words were loud and loud and spread to the city, and when the merchant leader heard it, he secretly praised it for a while, and he didn't expect that this eunuch had a backbone. But at this time, the situation in the city could no longer allow him to stand idly by. The fall of the "Urn City" made the grain guards who were already in the doldrums completely collapsed, and many people jumped out of the city in despair, both horizontally and vertically, so it was better to fight once and gamble. Looking at the situation, he couldn't help but feel frustrated, the general would never have expected that Xuanfu City would be so vulnerable, and Li Fengxiang would also be martyred because of this.

Akzia was unmoved, he didn't intend him to surrender, and the more jubilant he tossed, the more interesting it was to clean himself up.

Who knew that Li Fengxiang stretched out his hand and pointed to Akzia and said, "What do you think this is?" ”

Immediately, an attendant stepped forward and lifted the tarpaulin covering a pile of bulging things, and when Akzia fixed his eyes on what was under the tarpaulin, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he cursed that it was not good, and turned his head and ran. The rest of the Tartars didn't understand how their own Zhang Jing ran out like a lost soul.

Li Fengxiang sighed sadly, "Long live, the old slave is guilty, the old slave will not be able to atone for his sin even if he dies, even if the old slave dies, he can't let the grain fall into the hands of the Tartars!" With that, the torch flicked out of his hand, and flew through the air tumbling in the air. Under the tarpaulin was covered with black powder that had been sifted, and the torches fell suddenly, followed by a dazzling firelight, and then there was a loud bang, and the entire Xuanfu City trembled, and the fireball rose to the sky, swallowing the Tartar in the courtyard in an instant.

The huge air flow even rushed to the city wall, and Gao Keng was hesitating to jump or not to jump against the female wall, and he felt an irresistible push from his back, and the whole person flew out, and then fell into darkness in front of him.

Zhang Shi, who was dozens of miles away, felt that his feet seemed to shake faintly, thinking that he was hallucinating, and his attention soon returned to the battlefield after a short distraction. The air was thick with gunsmoke, and the nasal cavities were filled with the smell of sulfur after the gunpowder had been burned.

Zhang Shi and his soldiers had long been accustomed to the smoke and strong smell of sulfur that permeated the volley of muskets. The darkness of the night and the thick smoke made the Mongols' cavalry useless, and the previous rounds of aimless cavalry did not hurt even a single Ming soldier.

The Mongols also seemed to be quite impatient, and even launched a cavalry charge against the Ming army in the smoke of gunpowder, and the light cavalry without armor was not suitable for the attack, but it was indeed the last killer weapon of the Mongols, and they also defeated countless powerful enemies with it. At this moment, the Ming army does not have an advantage in numbers, so the cavalry charge will collapse their morale in the fastest time.

But the Mongols never expected that what awaited them in the thick smoke of gunpowder was the cold spears and the merciless side fire of the musketeers.

When the Ming muskets opened fire from the flanks of the shock cavalry, they were immediately overwhelmed, and it would be fatal for the flanks to be attacked, so the assault failed at the beginning. But the Mongols were not reconciled, and soon began a second round of assault, charging here in two echelons. The Ming army still did the same and stubbornly blocked the Mongol cavalry.

Zhang Shi stood in the phalanx, his eyes were cold, although his vision was extremely poor, he could not see the movements of the Mongolian cavalry, but he also knew that the fighter plane was fleeting.

"Beat the drums!"

The drummers behind the phalanx immediately beat the war drums, which was indeed not to boost morale, but to transmit a message, to an artillery somewhere outside the battlefield. For the first time, Zhang Shi led the grenadier battalion to fight independently, so he brought a few cannons, but his command was rigid and rigid, much worse than Heisenberg.

However, although Zhang Shi's artillery was not as agile as Heisenberg, it was still quite innovative, and quietly moved to the flank of the Mongol army under the cover of night. After receiving the signal to beat the drum and open fire, several eight-pounder cannons opened fire one after another, and the sudden sound of cannons and projectiles falling from the sky completely blinded the Mongol army.

Many people in the Mongol army had suffered from the artillery of the Three Guards, and the terrifying lethality of the cannon had already left too many imprints on the minds of these people, so that the sound of the cannon suddenly exploded, and their morale plummeted.

When Zhang Shi heard the cannon fire, he immediately pulled out the Yanling knife on his waist and shouted: "Charge!" ”

As the two words spit out, the entire front roared and crushed forward.

Zhang Shishi really had an outstanding talent for tactical command, and compared with Cheng Mingjiu and other infantry battalion officers, he had a deeper understanding of the essence of Gustav's phalanx. This phalanx certainly has excellent defensive capabilities, but the greater advantage is the offense, and it has a more flexible maneuverability.

The first front immediately divided into several independent phalanxes, and marched forward in the smoke of gunfire with a loud trumpet.

The Mongols once again burst into an astonishing battle force, and the third wave of onslaught soon began, and many people saw the Ming army dare to attack the Mongol cavalry for the first time.

In fact, the Mongol assault was so rapid and sudden that the moving grenadier battalion was too late to break through when the Mongol horses were close at hand, and the pikemen were too late to block it, and two-thirds of the musketeers on the entire moving front would face the cavalry onslaught. The musketeers on the battle line had no choice but to draw their swords at their waists to resist, but they were slammed away by the huge horses, and a large number of musketeers immediately fell under the impact of the horses. The pikemen, who were separated from the musketeers, played a pivotal role, withstanding the onslaught and giving the Mongols a nightmarish experience when they crashed into the gunline.

The grenadier battalion began to loosen on the first front due to the impact of the musketeers on the frontal front.

In the face of adversity, Zhang Shi's head was unusually calm, he knew that there was absolutely no room for panic at this moment, as long as he could block the first wave of soldiers, the side-firing fire of the phalanx would be their nightmare.

As the rhythm of the drums became rapid, the muskets burst into a volley. At the same time, the five platoons of deep auxiliaries on the second line were inserted diagonally into the battlefield from the two wings in two columns, and then, with the command of the drumbeat, the column immediately turned into a horizontal formation, raising guns and firing a volley.