"Kill!" the Tatars finally emptied the sandbags, revealing the black pressed figure. Zhu Shou, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" pavilion, roared, and the Ming army standing on the street lit the fire guns one by one, and the projectiles poured down like rain.

"Bang bang bang. "After a puff of smoke, the first Tatars were beaten into a sieve on the spot, and some of the bad luck were beaten like minced meat. Because the firepower is too dense, just a dozen or so Tatars, of course, will be blown up alive.

But after a wave of projectiles, the Ming army turned off the fire. For this, Zhu Shou was also very helpless. Three-stage shots need to cooperate with each other, and this can only be done after a long run-in. The border army has never been trained in this area, so where can it be used at critical times? He can only let everyone fire a salvo, or at least give the enemy some deterrence.

After killing a dozen or so Tatars, Zhu Shou asked all of them to abandon their firearms, draw their waist knives, and prepare for melee combat with the enemy. Although the Tatars have great strength, the city gate can only accommodate a dozen people at a time, and as long as the Ming army holds the inside, they can kill the enemy one by one, which is also their advantage.

"It's ridiculous. Balsu saw through the plans of the Ming army at a glance, and wanted to eat away at his own strength little by little, which was too naïve.

"Atul, first open the way in front with bows and arrows and horses, and then have your men rush forward with leather shields. He looked at the Ming army on the other side of the city gate, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Atul in his mouth was a short, stocky man with a face typical of Tatars, with large plates, prominent cheekbones, and sunken eyes. The man nodded heavily, and led a thousand people out.

After a dozen or so tall horses were prepared, they each untied their reins and placed them outside the city walls. The soldiers suddenly stabbed their blades into the buttocks of the horses, and a dozen or so fierce horses were in pain, neighed, and ran desperately forward in turn.

These Tatar soldiers knew the anatomy of the horses and knew how to make them suffer the most without damaging their bones.

"Click. "The sound of horses' hooves sounded in the narrow doorway, the doorway was not wide, if it was a human walking side by side, it could only accommodate five at most, and the horses could accommodate three was already the limit, they had no room to turn around, they could only rush forward desperately.

"Ma Chong is coming!" The Ming army guarding the other side originally had some momentum, and was ready to take advantage of the geographical advantage to have a good competition with the people who came. Who knew that the other party actually let the horses open the way in front, and the morale of them one by one dropped instantly.

The fierce horses in the gallop are still very shocking, especially the dozen or so fierce horses rushing over together. If anyone is hit, it will definitely end up with a broken tendon. If you are trampled by the horse's hooves a few times, it will be difficult not to die.

The first group of Ming soldiers, looking at the taller and taller bodies in front of them, listened to the more and more crisp sound of horses' hooves, and their legs trembled. Everyone is afraid of death, and if they are killed by these beasts, it will be too worthless.

Finally, when the first fierce horse was still four or five feet away, one man finally couldn't bear it anymore, roared, and dodged in both directions. When he hid, the others couldn't hold back.

You don't want to die, I don't want to die, you're hiding, why don't I hide? And those who stand behind, the people in front of you hide, so why should I, the person standing in the back, die, I also hid.

People are like this, and they all have a herd mentality. If the people in front are stubbornly carrying it, the people in the back may not retreat, but if the people in front dodge, the people behind will definitely follow, this is human nature.

Therefore, although it was only a dozen or so fierce horses, the destructive power caused was amazing, and the entire queue of the Ming army was thrown into chaos. Everyone is standing so densely that it can really be called a trigger and move the whole body.

Originally, Zhu Shou was standing behind, and the crowd was surging, and he seemed to be hit by the waves, dodging in embarrassment. Jiang Bin, Zhang Yong, and a group of little eunuchs protected him to the death, for fear that the emperor would be hurt at all.

Zhu Shou didn't say a word, but his face was blue and scared. This is his Ming army, or a relatively elite border army, it's just a bunch of waste!

More than a dozen fiery horses disrupted the Ming queue, and at this time, the Tatars also began to attack, countless soldiers rushed in from the door hole with leather shields, and there were still people shooting arrows behind to cover, making the already chaotic Ming army even more chaotic.

The Tatar vanguard was like a sharp knife, piercing into the ranks of the Ming army, expanding the space inexorably, while the follow-up Tatar soldiers rushed in one after another, expanding the advantage incomprehensibly.

"Zhen Guogong, let's go, otherwise there will be no chance!" Zhang Yong said in an almost pleading tone, now taking advantage of the chaos in the city, they go to other city gates, maybe there is still a chance to escape, but staying and fighting the enemy to the death is completely looking for death.

"Get out. Zhu Shou slapped Zhang Yong directly, squeezed through the crowd, and looked like he wanted to fight hard with the Tatars. He was made a prince at the age of two, ascended the throne at the age of fifteen, and was also the only son of Emperor Hongzhi. Zhang Yong repeatedly let him escape, which can only achieve the opposite effect.

The slap was extremely heavy, and half of Zhang Yong's face immediately swollen, but he didn't care about this. It's really terrible, the emperor wants to go to the battlefield to fight, how can this be good?

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he also picked up a long knife from the side and rushed forward with Zhu Shou. Zhang Yong used to be the supervisor of the Imperial Horse Prison, and he was in charge of the military power in the palace, and he still had some force.

The emperor and Zhang Yong both rushed up, and Wang Xun Jiangbin and the others were not easy to watch, so they also ran over. And some of the soldiers under his hands, although they don't know much about Zhu Shou's identity, they all know Wang Xun, and even their top bosses are killed, and their morale has also been boosted a little. The crowd slowly gathered and began to fight the Tatars.

In the small city of Yingzhou, the sound of fighting shook the sky, and a strong bloody gas spread around.

Fang Hong and Yang Jingye walked out from a corner, each carrying a burden on their backs, looking at the scene of the fight in front of them. Both of them are good at force, and it may be difficult for them to fight against an army of 10,000 people, but it is not a problem to leave calmly.

Yang Jingye's gaze stayed on Zhu Shou's body for a while, and he sighed slightly in his heart, this kid is indeed a little bit like an emperor.

"Uncle Yang, we save people. After looking at it for a while, he was about to pull Fang Hong away, but Fang Hong put down his burden and strode towards the battlefield.

"We can't save them, why are you ......" Yang Jingye was a little incomprehensible, the battle of the army of 10,000 people, if he was in it, even he, a great warrior, would not be able to stir up much turmoil.

"I suddenly saw that kid pleasing to the eye......" Fang Hong laughed, reached out and touched his waist, and pulled out a long knife.