Wang Ximing choked and coughed up a mouthful of blood, almost unable to put down the things in his hand, Zhu Chen took a step forward and shouted, "Wang Ximing! ”

Who knew that Wang Ximing actually stood still by himself, and still vigorously pulled the jack under the gate.

The soldiers who ran this way broke free from the prisoners who were entangled with them and came to Zhu Chen's side.

Zhu Chen was anxious and uncomfortable, and couldn't help crying: "Wang Ximing, don't go at this time!" Wang Ximing, you replied to me! ”

"...... again" Wang Ximing couldn't stop vomiting blood, and even coughed for a long time before he could speak, "Hold on for a while." ”

Under the city of Nanjing, the iron hooves stepped on the ground, and the splashes were all bloody, and they did not dare to stop at all, and when the prisoners in the city snatched them out, they rushed into it, and did not dare to stop for a moment.

The soldiers in the city finally shook off the burden around them and snatched the wrench from the hands of a few prisoners.

Wang Ximing immediately shouted: "Brother Chen! You hold on! With that, he pulled out his sword from his waist and stabbed the rushing soldier indiscriminately. In a critical moment, people can always burst out with different potentials, Wang Ximing waved his sword frantically, and few of the soldiers who rushed over could withstand a few hits.

Zhu Chen was shouting and crying, but his hands were not relaxed at all, the fingers holding the pen had long been worn out, oozing blood, and his hand and wrench were glued together, as if they couldn't pull it out.

Wang Ximing's eyes almost spread, and the person couldn't stand anymore, so he fell to the ground and stabbed the soldiers' legs and feet.

He was unconscious for a long time, but the knife in his hand was still waving, like a lamp that could never be extinguished.

The bright lights are like the moon on the night when Jingyang goes.

The rain was still crackling, Wang Ximing, who was lying on the ground, couldn't see the moon, and in the end, Zhu Chen was also so heavy that he fell down.

He fell, but the prisoners beside him were still supportive, pulling the jack gate one after another.

No one knows how long they persevered, time seems to have passed 10,000 years, and it seems that there is only a moment, but this moment of time is enough.

The northwest cavalry under the Gaoqiao Gate was unstoppable and rushed into the city of Nanjing, and Yu Pu, the king of Pingshuo, ran in front of him on horseback, shouting: "Retake Nanjing!" ”

"Take back Nanjing!" The soldiers behind him shouted along.

The heavy rain in Nanjing at night washed away the souls of many soldiers, and the blood of heroes flowed on the land of Nanjing, which was trampled by iron hooves, and made a shout-like sound with the rain.

Nanking!

The soldiers who entered the Gaoqiao Gate quickly dispersed, each performing their duties, and a group of people quickly rushed up to the city tower, killed the chaotic army above, and completely pulled up the jack gate.

Someone reached out in the gap and closed his eyes for Wang Ximing.

The gate of Nanjing City was wide open, and tens of thousands of northwest cavalry poured inward, and even at the Shangyuan Gate, which was originally the "main attack", there were not many soldiers left.

Yu Pu shouted in the heavy rain: "Gu Cheng! ”

"The subordinates are here." Gu Cheng replied loudly.

"You lead the men first and free the captives." Yu Jingning wiped the tears on his face, the rain was too heavy, and it affected his vision a little, "I'll go capture the bandit leader." ”

Gu Cheng got the order and immediately led the people to go, and Yu Pu rode his horse and galloped on the streets.

At this time, the chaotic army in Nanjing City reacted, and the Northwest Army had already entered from another gate, and hurriedly sent people out of Shangyuan Gate to meet the Northwest Army.

But the Northwest Army is a cavalry, even if the three-eyed eye gun meets the water, all of them can't be used, it is unstoppable. Although this is not in the wilderness, but in the streets, the cavalry's ability to charge cannot be underestimated, and the heavy infantry waiting for the shield cannot stop the menacing northwest iron cavalry.

For a time, there were only people in Nanjing who looked up and couldn't see horses.

Yu Pu has not stopped at all since he entered the Gaoqiao Gate. Because of the rain, he did not hold a three-eyed magic gun in his hand, but a long horse lance.

Wherever the armour-piercing edge of the horse lance went, no fish scale armor could last more than two rounds.

The Northwest Army was divided into four ways by Yu Pu's soldiers, encircling and intercepting Gong Laoba and Lao Jiang, and it was very coincidental that Gong Laoba happened to collide with Yu Pu.

Yu Pu held the horse lance in his hand, and he was so sharp that he almost picked Gong Laoba off the horse.

Gong Laoba is a wild man, he can't compare to Yu Pu's routines, and the rhythm was disrupted for a while, and the left and right in his hand were not as fast as the horse lance in Yu Pu's hand.

I saw Yu Pu push his left hand and stab forward with his right hand, so fast that Gong Laoba had almost no chance to dodge, he tried his best to dodge to the side, but he was still stabbed through the shoulder.

Yu Pu, once he fought, his technique was very vicious, he held the tail of the horse lance with his left hand, and actually let the horse lance turn around in Gong Laoba's shoulder before pulling it out.

The eight armor-piercing edges touched the inside of the wound in turn, and the sound of Gong Laoba's screams was almost floating out of the sky.

The lance came out of the shoulder, but it also brought a circle of flesh with it, and the whole wound directly turned into a transparent hole, and the blood flowed like a stream.

Although it didn't hurt the vital point, it was just such an injury, and the bleeding alone was enough to kill Gong Laoba.

Lao Jiang desperately came over from behind to protect Gong Laoba.

This guy's style of play is sticky and difficult, and together with several people around him, he entangled Yu Pu for a while.

The surrounding soldiers understood and hurriedly escorted Gong Laoba to flee elsewhere. This Nanjing city is quite large, and the Northwest Army can't get around it for a while, as long as they avoid the Northwest Army, and then go around to another gate, open the door, and escape can be regarded as a glimmer of life, and they will not be trapped in this city.

The soldiers escorted Gong Laoba away, and Lao Jiang led the people to fight with Yu Pu. The blood stains in the streets and alleys were washed clean by the rain before they touched the ground, and the sound of the rain was full of the sound of swords and soldiers.

Yu Pu's weapons are long, and they are okay when they collide on horseback, but when it comes to street fighting, it is not very convenient to use, and they can't open and close, so they are cramped.

But after all, the Northwest Army has been fighting with Tatar Warat at Jiayuguan for a long time, and it has enough experience, even in unfavorable circumstances, it can be regarded as easy.

Yu Pu raised his lance and raised it, intending to overturn all the old Jiang and the others, but suddenly out of nowhere, a short crossbow arrow flew out.

The arrow came from behind Yu Pu, and he heard the sound of breaking through the air, and quickly dodged to the side.

Who knew that there would be a flaw in such a dodge......

"Lord Wang!" The soldiers beside Yu Pu widened their eyes and exclaimed.