The heavy Yong'an City Gate finally closed with a bang.

The Guan Ning soldiers on the long street in the outer city finally realized that only they could save themselves, and only their own gang could save the old general Zuo Fu who was under siege.

"Fight for Guan Ning! Fight for the Ming Dynasty! I don't know who shouted, and suddenly there was a response.

The young soldiers of the Guanning Army, who were still retreating in a panic just now, instantly showed their excellent military qualities after hard training, and gave a head-on blow to the Jurchen soldiers who were exhausted by those arrows and planned to kill them in the pile of people with knives and enjoy the slaughter.

The two strongest armies in Liaodong and even the whole of East Asia in this era finally met in short arms and inevitably strangled together.

The Jurchens who fought on the plains mostly used Niu Lu as the most basic unit.

After entering the city, it naturally broke into pieces, and divided into one team after another, just like when hunting prey in the white mountains and black waters, they cooperated with each other to carry out ruthless and enjoyable killing.

This is the hunting tactic that makes the entire Jurchen proud, to the point of shouting "Long live the Jurchen".

But I never expected that the weak chicken-like Ming army in my impression was also under the leadership of countless army commanders, even captains, team leaders, sentinels, and even extremely skilled garrisons,-for-tat and sworn to fight back.

In an instant, he was on par with the Jurchen soldiers who had not yet been superior in numbers.

In particular, some Guanning warriors still hold firearms with ammunition on them and crossbows with crossbow arrows in their hands.

Under the outpouring of anger, he immediately caused a lot of damage to the Jurchen soldiers who disliked the armor and hindered the use of their skills, so they did not like the armor very much.

The rear team of the young Guan Ning Army, which was originally defeated, was instantly transformed into the front team of the counterattack, and under the roar of the two garrison generals, they bravely attacked the left auxiliary in the middle of the siege.

These two garrisons were quickly shot by the Jurchen archers, so it was only natural that the sentinels took the command, and the number of sentinels far outnumbered the garrisons, and they could not be killed for a while.

Even if they are killed, the team leader, the captain, the captain, and even the big-headed and thin-headed individual soldier will march bravely towards the determined goal, even if it is a soldier and a pawn.

This is the result of hard training that Chongzhen, who rushed to Yong'an Gate for reinforcements, insisted on and firmly believed.

That is to make Guan Ningjun, no matter when, where, and under what circumstances, even if there is only one person left, there is still faith in his heart.

He firmly believes that this belief is the prototype of the military soul.

"Open the gates!" As soon as Chongzhen rushed to the Yong'an city wall, he immediately issued a military order.

Then, he immediately took over the command of the red-clothed cannon that missed the first cannonball, fine-tuned the angle, and hit the second cannonball so hard and accurately, almost grazing the left side of Zuofu, and fell to the ground fiercely.

The Jurchens in that place were mercilessly stoned to death and injured a large area, and also frightened Zuo Fu fiercely.

The old general didn't care at all, he was even more fearless, roared "happy", and fought wildly.

As soon as the sword was curled, he drew out the heavy saber forged by Shigejin himself, and it was also the last weapon to kill the enemy, and stabbed a greedy serf soldier in half.

Seeing this, Zhang Jipu, who had the highest military rank and the oldest among the generals, immediately complied with the order, and sent people to the south and north cities to urgently transfer the rest of the red-coated cannons.

After all, the other two red-clothed cannons assigned to Zuo Fu were placed on the walls of the outer city, and at this time they were about to become trophies of the Houjin army.

If it weren't for the fact that the Jurchens were really not very good at tinkering, they would just need a pair of directions, a cannonball, and a torch, and they would turn into a sharp weapon against their own side.

The Jurchens actually tried, but the first cannonball was sent out of the city, almost hitting Dai Shan, who came forward under the heavy protection of the pro-army.

The second cannonball swept all the Jurchen soldiers on a line up the city back to the city, and the strong chest of the man in front of him was even more broken, and the blood was dripping.

The Jurchens, who did not have more to gain, simply gave up this advanced trick and continued to kill with the most primitive and skilled swords, bows and arrows.

The fearless counterattack of the Guanning soldiers finally rescued General Zuo Fu from the most dangerous predicament.

Soon the first young warrior fearlessly rushed to the old general's side, and although his head was soon cut off by the Jurchen foot soldiers who pounced on him, the second, third, and more followed.

The old general's personal guards had all been killed, so the young Guanning soldiers were fearlessly guarding his side.

It is impossible to rush forward with the old general and recapture the outer city gates.

However, it was still possible to protect him and fight and retreat under the support of heavy and accurate artillery fire.

The two red-clothed cannons were soon reinforced to Yong'an Gate under the drive of two black iron cars.

Heavy truth is like a treasure, even if the cannonballs are fired more densely and violently.

The disadvantage that solid bullets do not bloom is actually used as a breathtaking advantage at this moment.

Every shell was close to the body of the Guanning warrior and smashed into the Jurchen military formation.

In the past, the young cannon king at the head of Ningyuan City once again exerted his might, and almost single-handedly protected the elderly general who could only stagger back under the support of his own guards, and approached Yong'an Gate step by step.

With such a miraculous artillery skill, even Ah Shan, who climbed to the top of the outer city to observe the reality of Yong'an Gate, was extremely reluctant, but he had to praise from the bottom of his heart.

Ah Shan raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and found that the figure standing in the middle of the three cannons was very familiar.

After a closer look, it was found that it was actually a young man who fought against the Jurchens in the Great Hall in the past, and humiliated Fan Wencheng to the point that he had to kneel in public to be loyal to the Jurchens, but he was still under suspicion.

Not only that, but he also fought fiercely in Fuling with Dolgon, the most brilliant Belle general of the younger generation of the Jurchen tribe, and fought fiercely on the horse without losing the slightest advantage.

This person is a young man of the Ming Dynasty with a national character face - a big locust, Huang Chongzhen.

After Ah Shan made this discovery, he couldn't help but regret that when he was in Shenyang, he failed to strangle this milk tiger in the cradle at all costs, so that he returned to Guanning and became a fierce rival of the Jurchens.

At this moment, looking at the confidence and demeanor of the young man, Ah Shan felt very angry, and couldn't help but wave his tiger paw suddenly, ordering the white-armored soldiers who were hiding under the city to enter the city and attack.

It's just that with a wave of his hand, Chongzhen, who has excellent eyesight, glanced at it, and recognized this Houjin Da Baylor, who had concealed his noble identity well, and then immediately adjusted the angle of the cannon.

Seeing that the three dark and faint muzzles were aimed directly at him, Ah Shan instantly felt as if he was being targeted by three fierce tigers.

Suddenly, his hair was open, his hair stood on end, and he was full of excitement, and without saying a word, he rushed to the city, which was able to escape the bombardment of three shells.

Chongzhen really wants to chase his embarrassed fleeing figure and bombard his mother, even if he can't kill him, he will be scared half to death, and it is better to scare him out of incontinence.

But the white-armored soldiers had already attacked the outer city, and Zuo Fu's situation immediately became dangerous again, he shouted "It's a pity", and then adjusted the angle of the cannon to the team that rushed towards the old general white-armored soldiers.

Rumble!

Cannons roared and shells whistled and smashed into the city built by the Guanning people themselves.

The battle situation is at a moment's notice, and the fighter plane is fleeting, even if it is smashed, it is not hesitated, just to smash the lives of more Jurchens, and cover the old general Zuo Fu of the Zhuguo State to retreat to the inner city.

The heavy Yong'an City Gate had already opened with a bang under the cover of the roaring cannon.

The serf army, which was cowering, was ruthlessly slaughtered from behind by their impatient master, mixed with the newly joined white-armored soldiers, and rushed to Zuofu like a wind.

The long street in the outer city is narrow, and there are many comrades-in-arms crowded together, which is not conducive to the galloping of war horses.

However, Wu Sangui, who came to the aid with Chongzhen, had already led people to sneak out.

First used a strong crossbow to shoot down those Jurchen soldiers who relied on their athletic hands to fly the eaves and walk the wall, and then killed them brazenly, and quickly interspersed with Zuo Fu's side, which was able to catch the fierce attack from thirty or fifty white-armored soldiers.

The summer storm struck again, and the offensive of the white armor soldiers was as fierce as the storm, and a large number of young lives were killed in the fearless defense and defensive counterattack.

And every step back, there will be corpses left behind.

Even Wu Sangui, who was draped all over his body, was cut through the gap in his armor by the blade.

But it also stimulated all the ferocity in his bones, and led the Wu family slaves who had received training from the heavy true devil to fight back desperately, and at a certain moment, they were on par with the Jurchens mixed with the white-armored soldiers.

In contrast to the defeat and retreat of the young Guan Ningjun, the Jurchens had to pay the price of blood every time they took a step forward.

"Don't fight!" Chongzhen roared, accompanied by a round of extremely fierce cannonballs.

Wu Sangui cooperated with him seamlessly, and he had the essence of his tactics, and he knew what kind of instructions Chongzhen conveyed just by listening to the sound of the cannon.

Therefore, although the hair under the helmet stood on end, he was not recklessly lured into the enemy pile by the deliberately exposed flaws, but stubbornly guarded the front of the left suke, and continued to fight and retreat.

This time, the hand-to-hand encounter was very, very tragic, very, very hard, and very, very bloody.

Whether it was Guan Ningjun or the Jurchens, they all paid a great price for this.

Once the valve of war is opened, everyone will only be sucked into the vortex and then struggle along the vortex, and no one will or stop.

Whoever stops first will be the first to be strangled to pieces by the whirlpool of war.