More than 100 mandarin duck soldiers, led by Li Xingzhi and Wang Zhong, rushed to the shocked Manchurian soldiers with fearless courage.

"Kill!"

Acton was a battle-hardened old Manchurian in the end, and he was not afraid at the critical moment, and after a short period of shock, he shouted loudly and beckoned the Manchurian soldiers on his side to meet the Jingbei army coming in formation.

Sweeping with a wolf, stabbing with a spear, stabbing with a spear, and slashing with a knife, the two sides were frantically slashing together across the wolf of the Jingbei Army.

Those brave Manchurian soldiers even stretched out their big hands to endure the sting, grabbed the wolf stalk alive, and then desperately waved their knives to resist the spears that kept piercing.

The so-called narrow road meets the brave wins, the Manchurian soldiers are not afraid of death, and the Jingbei army has no way to retreat.

There were constantly Manchurian soldiers being pierced by spears, wolf warriors and sword and shield soldiers being cut down by long knives, and people were constantly falling.

Actun was self-possessed and brave, and he personally clashed in front, and his target was Wang Zhong, who was directly facing two Manchurian soldiers who were slashing and killing indiscriminately.

"Click!"

After cutting off a wolf, Acton leaped like a cheetah and pounced on the unsuspecting Wang Zhong.

"Bell!"

A sound of gold and iron sounded, Li Xingzhi slashed out from the oblique stab, blocked Acton's must-kill blow with his knife, and then turned over and slashed at Acton, who was already old.

"Bell, bell, bell......!"

Acton has been in battle for a long time, and it is obviously not easy to match, so when there is no way to avoid it, he stubbornly blocked Li Xingzhi's knife with his arm, and then swung his knife at Li Xingzhi several times.

Li Xingzhi had no choice but to block with his sword, Li Xingzhi, who had studied martial arts for two years, was obviously not Acton's opponent, and was forced to retreat by Acton at this moment.

The sound behind him obviously alarmed Wang Zhong, who was fighting with the Manchurian soldiers, at this time, where could he still care about the two Manchurian soldiers in front of him, shook his sword, turned around and pounced on Actun, who was fighting with Li Xingzhi.

Acton was about to retreat, but he stumbled over a corpse on the ground, and just as he was about to stabilize his body, two spears stabbed through his chest from nowhere.

"I'm ...... ...... of the Blue Flag Bar...... Tulu ...... How could it be...... Died in a lowly ...... Han dog ......! ”

Acton fell to the ground with a bang, muttering to himself, but his face was happy, because at the edge of the city wall, dozens of Han soldiers were jumping onto the city wall from several battlements.

The Manchurian soldiers under Acton apparently bought time for the Qing troops who followed the city.

Li Shutai, Gang Atai, Shi Tingzhu and other Han army generals have rushed to the city head like a tiger descending the mountain, and the city wall has been broken through by the Han army flag, and the eight banners of the Manchu and Han Dynasty have been pouring up to the city.

Abatai, who was watching the battle under the city, stroked his palms and laughed, and Yang Guli, who was beside him, said: "Okay! The city is ruined! Li Shuotai and they fought well, and they played the bloody nature of our Manchurians, and they ordered Huang Wenchang to be violent, and he was going to be killed alive! ”

Yang Guli complimented: "General, Li Shutai these minions fought well, not the general's soldiers, and did not give the thieves a respite at the critical moment, and our army took advantage of the gap when the thieves' artillery stopped, and broke into the city in one fell swoop." ”

"Taking advantage of his illness, I want his life, and order all the armies to attack immediately, and tonight I will spend the night in Gaoyang."

Abatai will be complacent, today he will capture Huang Wenchang, who ruined his reputation, alive, and use the blood of tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Gaoyang to tell those lowly Han Nikans that if anyone dares to resist the Qing Dynasty, then what awaits them is death.

"Kill the Tartars, protect Gaoyang!"

At this critical moment, Li Rui rushed over from Gaoyang North City with the fire battalion.

On the city wall, the sounds of fighting, shouting, shouting, and screaming were endless.

One after another the Jingbei Army fell under the long knives of the Manchurian soldiers, and one after another the Manchu and Han Eight Banners were stabbed to the ground by the Jingbei Army.

At this moment, the mandarin duck soldiers no longer had a formation, they only knew how to mechanically stab the spear in their hands, wave the wolf in their hands, and wave the swords and shields in their hands.

The corpses on the city walls rolled down like dumplings to the bottom of the city, and both the enemy and the enemy were red-eyed.

"Bao Gaoyang, kill the Tartars!"

Which young man is not enthusiastic, looking at the Jingbei army that sacrificed his life and forgot to die, desperately fighting to kill, the young men who assisted in the defense were also enthusiastic, they had no cowardice at the moment, no cowardice, they only knew that they wanted to drive this cannibal Tartar captives out of the city.

"Kill them!"

One after another, young men picked up the spears on the ground and threw themselves at the brave Manchu bannermen.

They stoned them, bit them with their teeth, grabbed them with their hands, and some even pounced on the Manchurian soldiers who were ascending the city.

At this moment, whether it is Li Xingzhi, Wang Zhong, or Huang Wenchang, who can only spend money to eliminate disasters, everyone is fighting, and everyone is fighting bloodily.

With the influx of Manchurian soldiers under the Zhenglan Banner, some of the mandarin duck soldiers in the city could no longer organize an effective formation, and they only kept stabbing by instinct.

"Kill the Tartars and save the people."

In the south of the city, Lu Liangzhi of Xin'an Zhi County carried a sword and led more than 100 Xin'an garrisons to kill Gaoyang Dongcheng frantically.

The old and weak people who were transporting supplies also desperately rushed to the city wall, fearless of life and death, and pounced on those Manchu and Han Eight Banners armed to the teeth.

If one person can't do it, then two people, and if two people can't do it, three people, they pounced with their bare hands on the Manchurian soldiers who were rushing and fighting, they were just fighting for their wives and children at home.

One after another Gaoyang people, holding the Manchurian soldiers who had just poked their heads out, rolled down the city wall, and the eastern city of Gaoyang would have been stained with blood, and the gurgling blood even gathered together, and then slowly flowed down the city wall.

In Li Xingzhi's memory, three hundred years later, when the iron hooves of the Japanese invaders stepped into the land of China, countless heroic sons and daughters followed one after another, throwing their heads and spilling their blood, defeating the invincible Japanese invaders, and even a few years later, the lonely city of Jiangyin also resisted the onslaught of tens of thousands of Tatar troops for a full 81 days.

The snow-mouthed white bones are all over the field,

Ten thousand deaths, lonely loyalists refused to surrender.

Message to pedestrians to cover their noses,

The living are not as fragrant as the dead.

Today, the people of Gaoyang have also burst out with the courage to die, and they desperately resist the attack of the Tartars with their flesh and blood.

"Brother Zhang, why don't we bring someone with us!"

Under the eastern city, Lang Shaozhen was very anxious, as a traitor who betrayed Sun Degong, he was the most unwilling for Gao Yang to be attacked by his former master, because he knew that he couldn't bear Abatai's anger at all.

"No, the general has no order, our cavalry is the general's last hole card, and we must not move."

Although Zhang Shaoqian hesitated, he still stopped Lang Shaozhen, who was about to move.

Sure enough, as Zhang Shaoqian expected, in the face of the people like a tide, the traitor army was afraid, and the Manchurian soldiers were also afraid.

They came to the Central Plains just to grab money, food and population, not to fight hard, and now the soldiers and civilians in the city are completely fighting with their lives, and they even do not hesitate to use a few lives to fight for their own lives.

As the Han army banner and Manchurian soldiers were constantly pushed down the city, Li Shutai and others began to be afraid.

"Hurry back! They're crazy! ”

Gang Atai, who changed his name to full name, was the first to leave the battlefield and ran towards the ladder, followed by those brave and warlike Manchurian soldiers, and then those bastards who forgot their ancestors.