Keenly aware of the bad intentions of this Ming army, he immediately transferred more than 100 people from the Mongolian warriors guarding the north gate to strengthen the defensive force, but he soon found that the other party only kept firing cannons, and the infantry did not rush up, so he could no longer hold his breath, and ordered the Mongolian soldiers to raise their swords and charge. Due to the exhaustion of the Han tribe for many years, there were few horses left, and the cavalry, as the most vanguard fighting force, rushed into the city, and the Mongol soldiers outside the city lacked horses and had to charge on foot.

Although the mobility of the cavalry was lost, the fighting skills of the Mongols were still better than those of the Han people, as long as they engaged in hand-to-hand combat, they would definitely regret beating out of the womb, not to mention that the Mongols' archery skills were the best in the world, and before hand-to-hand combat, a few rounds of arrow rain down, would definitely teach these Han people to taste the bitterness of Mongolian warriors and arrows.

The captives who were only a hundred steps away from it shouted the trumpet and slowly advanced, Heisenberg's artillery team rushed even further, Li Xin once sent someone to persuade him not to rush too far ahead, the artillery are all technical talents, especially Heisenberg, the red-haired ghost, once he does not hit the arrow, let him go where to find the talent to train artillery.

Heisenberg pushed him back with a sentence, "A qualified artilleryman must rush in front of the infantry!" Then he did not know how to relent, but he made the gunner quicken, and he took another ten steps before proceeding to the next reload, this time with shotshots, through the barrels, with propellants, into lead projectiles of various sizes, and compacted with strips.

Heisenberg suspected that one of the gunners snatched the torch from his hand, and personally pressed the flame on the lead, and as the arquebus sizzled to the end, the four-pounder cannon roared and exploded, and the cannon fell back violently, and countless lead bullets, the north wind with the call sign smashed into the head of the Mongol Tartar.

"Hurry, hurry! Cleaning the chamber ......"

Crazy, this thing is just crazy. Looking at Heisenberg, who seemed to have turned on the war mode despite his qiē, Li Xin was subdued by his fanatical side of the war. This thing was literally made for war, and in his creed he must not be overtaken by the infantry, but he was to rush in front of the infantry phalanx as much as possible before engaging the enemy, and deliver as many shells as possible to the heads of the barbarians.

Gu Shishi looked at the crazy red-haired ghost, and he also held his breath in his mouth, secretly competing with this guy, he desperately accelerated the trumpet in his mouth.

"One, two, three, four......"

But just as his squadron was about to overtake the artillery corps, Heisenberg gave the order to advance again, and each time it was always a little bit off.

The Mongol Tartars rushed quickly, but after three rounds of arrows, and the distance between the two sides was less than thirty paces, Heisenberg ordered his artillery to stop advancing in a straight line, but to continue to penetrate diagonally on the flanks.

Due to the short training time of the spear phalanx, after walking dozens of steps in the formation, there was already a trace of confusion, and Li Xin immediately ordered everyone to stand still and meet the enemy as a whole team. Thirty paces away, the Mongol Tartars accelerated in the blink of an eye, and when they came closer, they found themselves stumbling into a hedgehog-like formation of spears.

The pikes were originally the nemesis of the cavalry, but faced a disadvantage against the more agile infantry who were armed with sabers and were more agile in melee combat. However, Li Xin had already made a full estimate at the beginning, and the five rows of horizontal formations were crowded together without leaving any spacing, and the gun array was divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower. If the Tartar wants to get close, he must cut off the spear.

Therefore, the first wave of Mongols did not take advantage of the spear phalanx, and Jintu soon discovered that the other party was different from the Ming army he had encountered before, although he was slow, but he had a strong defense. So the tactics were immediately changed, and when the men of the first echelon dispersed from the flanks, the second echelon began to fire a volley at a distance of ten paces from the phalanx of pikes. Seeing this, the phalanx of spears began to shout trumpets again, and slowly moved forward, while the Mongol archers retreated, and at the same time the rain of arrows fell round after round.

In an instant, more than a dozen people were hit by arrows to the ground. Although Heisenberg kept commanding and leading the gunners to push the two four-pounder guns to the right positions, his eyes never left the battlefield where the two armies were engaged. When he saw that the barbarians actually gave up the dash after being frustrated by the first blow, and switched to a long-range salvo, he couldn't help but scold the barbarians for being cunning, and even Satan in hell could not compare to these barbarians.

"Hurry up and ......"

Heisenberg habitually shouted his most proficient Chinese password, a rough stretch of ice and ice, and the artillerymen were shaving the ice with their pickaxes, preparing to clear a flat ground suitable for firing cannons.

However, because the ice had frozen and melted and frozen, and the artillerymen had limited speed of shaving ice, Heisenberg eagerly picked up a pickaxe and leveled the gun emplacements with it.

In this delay, the Tartars fired three more volleys, and more than a dozen people fell to the ground because of the arrows. Heisenberg was impatient, threw the iron pickaxe in his hand, pushed a four-pounder gun down to the leveled gun position, adjusted the shooting yuan, and ordered the gunner to reload, the whole process was completed in one go. The cannons, which had been silent for a while, finally exploded again, and countless buckshots were smashed from the flanks into the Mongol ranks.

Mixed in the crowd, he only felt that his body was knocked away by a huge impact, but fortunately, he was wearing the iron armor captured by the Ming army, and he was not injured because of this, but he was still shocked, as if his internal organs were displaced.

The flanks of the Mongolian archers were hit by the artillery and there was a commotion, and the salvo had a tendency to go on, while the Ming cavalry pressed forward step by step, and rushed to the front with a stunned effort, and the spears stretched and stabbed more than a dozen Mongolian archers in a row.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to make the archers retreat quickly, don't fall in love with the battle, if he continues to fight like this, his little family background will be lost.

……

At the north gate of Yanghe Acropolis, Zhentu sent a large number of Mongol Tartars out of the city, and only a few dozen people remained to guard the city gate. Several small groups of Ming troops who retreated to the city wall saw an opportunity and were eager to try to recapture the north gate. Zheng Sijiu, who was bent on death, has lived until now, not a single saber fell on his head, and not a single Tartar feather arrow was shot at his body. When a military academy got together to discuss trying to recapture the north city gate, he didn't want to rush out first, and the soldiers didn't know why, thinking that the order to attack had been issued from above, they also rushed forward like a swarm, and several military schools who had not yet made up their minds were dumbfounded.

Zheng Sijiu's good fortune continued, dozens of Mongol Tatars were scattered up and down the city gates, and their strength was much weaker, and they were somewhat caught off guard in the face of the surprise attack launched by the Ming army. By the time they reacted, a small group of Ming troops led by Zheng Sijiu had already broken through the defensive line. Fortunately, they withstood the Ming army that followed up, and the situation did not deteriorate to a few points.

The Mongol hundred households who commanded the battle led the men to intercept and kill the small Ming army that rushed into the encirclement, and on the other hand, they sent people to ask for help. Zheng Sijiu and several Ming soldiers who rushed in with him suddenly fell into the encirclement, Zheng Sijiu was bent on death, and when he saw that he was in a desperate situation, he was seeking benevolence.

But Zheng Sijiu suddenly remembered a sentence often said by those poor scholars, who is inherently dead, or heavier than a mountain, or lighter than Mao. He has become a traitor, even if the death is not heavier than the mountain, the death is not lighter than Mao. When he saw the iron gate hanging not far away, he had a plan in his heart, so he rushed over regardless of it. Beyond the wheel is the city wall, and there is only one way to jump the city, and the Mongolian Tartar didn't react for a while and let him rush over.

It wasn't until Zheng Sijiu raised his two-handed knife and struggled to look at the iron chains on the wheels that he woke up like a dream and abandoned those Ming soldiers to stop him. I saw the two-handed knife smash heavily on the chain, once, twice, three, four...... Seeing that the Mongolian Tartar ran in front of Zheng Sijiu......

With a clang, the iron chain was finally broken, and the iron gate fell in response, blocking the originally open city gate, and the inside and outside of the city were no longer passable.

The Ming army on the city wall suddenly burst into applause, and at the same time, the cannon outside the city rumbled again, and someone suddenly shouted: "Look, the Tartars are defeated, the Tartars are defeated......"

When the iron chain was cut and the iron gate fell suddenly, the Mongolian hundred households knew that the big thing was going on, and there was no point in guarding the city gate. As a result, the will to fight plummeted, and he retreated even more defeated, retreating straight to the city, and no longer cared about killing Zheng Sijiu, who had broken the big thing, and went to find the brigade in the city to protect himself.

Zheng Sijiu immediately cut the iron chain hanging from the iron gate, and several military academies in charge of affairs said that they wanted to ask the commander for him, but he couldn't cry or laugh, and he was weak for a while, but he didn't expect to be bent on death, but frequently made meritorious contributions. At this moment, he only begged his wife and children to be fine, even if he let him die a thousand times, ten thousand times he was willing, and he would not blink his eyes.

In the small courtyard of the Zheng family, the Zheng Liang family, who was like a flower and a jade jade, heard the rumbling of cannons outside the city, and immediately lost their faces.

"How is this good, if the dead ghost does not die, when will the slave family survive?"

I didn't say a few words, but I cried.

Jin Dayou also heard the rumbling cannon outside, with years of experience, he knew that this was definitely a Ming army cannon, but the little lady in front of him was crying and crying and making him upset for a while, "Cry, crying bird, Lao Tzu is not dead yet!" ”

Zheng Liang's crying pear blossom brought rain, pointed to the sleeping child in his arms, and said hatefully: "If you have no conscience, you just look at your family name Zheng for the rest of your life!" ”

Jin Dayou only then remembered that the child in Zheng Liang's arms was the blood of his Jin family, and he had gone to business all his life without a son and a half daughter, until he got this Zheng Liang family, he could be regarded as a person who inherited the incense, and his heart of iron and stone couldn't help but soften and let go.

"Regardless of whether the surname Zheng dies or not, the one surnamed Jin will take you away, no, I'll leave now......"