"Listen to my command, all of them, bayonet."

On the fortress, an officer drenched in rain roared loudly, and his voice was particularly loud and powerful in the roaring rain.

Also standing in the rain, the soldier who was drenched in the heavy rain pulled out the military thorn on his waist and inserted it into the head of the gun, the musket itself was more than one meter long, plus about 30 centimeters of military thorn, in fact, it can be used as a spear, assassination is also one of the daily military training subjects, stabbing and blocking stabs, so simple that it can not be simpler than simple three styles, white-knuckle combat is momentum, the gun is irreversible, I am invincible.

There were also some soldiers who put down their muskets and picked up the only dozen iron swords and machetes in the fortress, these cold weapons were captured when the reconnaissance detachment shot the Jin army scouts, because the number was too small, they were not handed in for the time being, and they were all thrown in the warehouse, but now they came in handy.

There was also a large platoon of barracks on the hillside behind the fortress, in which were 3,000 marines, also heavily armed and ready to reinforce, and the rain could not have come at a better time, but it was their duty to hold on to the Iron Mountain line until the fleet arrived.

The rumbling sound of iron hooves was getting closer and closer, and the ground under his feet shook so clearly that he could clearly feel it from the fortress.

Zilharang led 15,000 elite cavalry to the foot of the iron mountain, and then dismounted and lined up, and the vanguard army took the lead in charging up the mountain.

Under normal circumstances, as long as the commander with a little brain, he would not use the cavalry that is not easy to train as infantry, but now the situation is special, and the Guanwai clan is a natural warrior, who can immediately bend the bow and shoot arrows, and the horse is also able to fight, and the heavy rain makes the muskets of the Ming army useless, how can Zilharang, who is good at capturing fighters, miss such a great opportunity.

The rain washed the ground into slippery and muddy, and the hillside was a little steep, and the body was drenched, which was uncomfortable and a little heavy, but where did the charging Jin soldiers take care of this, they roared and charged towards the fortress on the mountain, and some people fell down and became mud figures because of the slippery hillside, but they got up and continued to charge.

The concrete walls of the fortress are less than two meters high, and there is no need for a wooden ladder, only one person needs to squat down, and others can step on their backs to climb the city, but it is easier and more convenient to climb the city if there is a wooden ladder.

"Hit!"

Under the officer's order, the soldiers on the fortress picked up the stone and threw it down, smashed the Jin soldier who rushed up to the head and blood, the bones were broken and the tendons were separated, and the unlucky one was killed on the spot.

Heavy rain makes the Ming army's muskets and thunderbolts unusable, but it is not without benefits, the Iron Mountain Fortress is built according to the terrain, the concrete city wall is on the slope, the attacking side of the force is difficult to deploy, and the mud is slippery, if you are not careful, you will fall, the attacking Jin soldiers are even rolling and climbing, one by one all become mud people, and the weapon is uncomfortable in your hand.

The fortress is stocked with some rolling stones, but not a lot, they are all used sparingly, and there are not many rolling stones thrown down, and there are still many golden soldiers rushing to the city wall, and some squatting with strong bodies on the ground, so that their companions can stand on their backs and go to the city to tear them up.

A golden soldier stepped on the support of his companion, his hand just pressed on the battlement, the sharp machete chopped down, the blood burst out, the palm separated, the golden soldier screamed and fell, rolling down the mountain. Beside him, as soon as a golden soldier came up, he was stabbed in the eye by an extremely sharp military thorn, and fell down the mountain with a miserable scream.

Not far from the city wall, a warrior in heavy armor was held up by several companions, he reacted very quickly, used the iron shield in his hand to block the sharp military thorns that stabbed, put one hand on the battlements, jumped up with force, jumped on the city, pulled out the machete inserted in the back with his backhand, and shouted and tore the soldiers defending the city.

He used the small iron shield in his left hand to block the military stabbing of the stab, swung the knife to cut down a Ming soldier, his right leg flew up, kicked a Ming soldier, kicked him to the point of blood and flying, the outside of the Guan, qualified to wear heavy armor are all to a block hundred, the warriors of the three armies, in the face of the siege of several Ming soldiers, not only did not fear, on the contrary, the fighting spirit was stronger and more fierce, gasping, four Ming soldiers have been cut down by him, fell in a pool of blood, but the surrounding Ming soldiers did not fear and retreated, on the contrary, they rushed desperately.

A Ming soldier saw the gap, stabbed with arrows, and the extremely sharp military thorn stabbed the chest of the armored warrior, but it only made a loud sound, and he couldn't stab it at all, but was cut down by the armored warrior.

"Lao Tzu fought with you."

A Ming soldier watched several of his comrades fall down, his eyes were red, he let out a sad roar, threw away the musket in his hand, flew well, and fell to the city with the armored warrior in his arms, and this was just a microcosm of a battle scene in the entire Iron Mountain defense line.

The soldiers on both sides were fighting bloody battles in the rain, fighting to the death, there were casualties on each other, and they didn't know when the downpour would stop, and the originally gloomy sky began to brighten.

Boom......

There were wolf battalion soldiers who lit a few thunderbolts and threw them down the city, but only two exploded, however, because the city wall was crowded with dense golden soldiers, the lethality was quite amazing, a large group of golden soldiers were blown down, stumps and broken arms were thrown around, and two vacuums appeared in an instant in the dense crowd.

A sniper aimed his gun at a Jin Army officer who was directing the battle, but the gun didn't go off, he cursed, and retreated behind with a stupid shot.

Snipers are the baby bumps in the Ming army, as the commander Wei Guisheng did not allow them to participate in this dangerous white-knuckle battle, and ordered the guards around him to set up these snipers to the back camp, in case the iron mountain is lost, it is these snipers who are the first to board the ship and retreat.

The earth-shattering roar was mixed with the sound of the golden sound of the sword slamming violently, the terrible screams that sounded from time to time, and occasionally mixed with one or two violent explosions, because the gunpowder was damp, most of the thunder thrown out did not explode, and the soldiers of the wolf battalion defending the city could only start a fierce white-edged battle with the golden soldiers who landed in the city, and the casualties rose sharply.

"Brothers, hold on, the fleet is coming, hold on!"

Wei Guisheng brandished the command knife and tore the Jin soldiers who climbed up, while shouting loudly to boost morale, his body was covered with dirty blood, some of the Jin soldiers, some of his own, he had a wound on his back that was rolled up with flesh and blood, but he still insisted on fighting.

As the commander of the fortress to the front line of battle, the wounded did not retreat, which greatly inspired the morale of the soldiers, the wolf battalion soldiers who tore the head of the city did not retreat until they died, their own casualties were not small, but the casualties of the Jin soldiers were not small, the soldiers on both sides are now fighting for courage, it depends on who can not hold it first.

This defensive battle is the most tragic and severe test for the soldiers of the wolf battalion, if they can't hold it, they will be defeated, and if they can't hold it, if they hold on, they will establish the status of the wolf camp as the first army in the hearts of the people outside the Guanwai.

The white-knuckle battle was the most brutal and tragic, the casualties were huge, Wei Guisheng had to put in reinforcements one after another, in order to be able to block the crazy attack of the Jin soldiers, the Jin army could not overcome it for a long time, the casualties were heavy, and the spirit was frustrated.

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