At this time, Zhu Shiyi, Kuang Yu, and the governor of Datong who had just arrived, the general soldier and others, also came to the city.

As soon as they saw Zhu Qizhen, these scarlet robes, blue robes, and green robes all knelt down.

"Your Majesty", the leader of Kuang Yu is already in a hurry.

Your Majesty, what about your Chrysostom? What is the constitution of heaven in your mouth?

You can't be an emperor like this.

"Your Majesty, please take the country and the society as the priority, and go down to the city as soon as possible."

"Your Majesty, please go down to the city quickly."

The ministers took out their best tricks and knelt down.

Zhu Qizhen pretended to be stupid and didn't pay attention to it, but looked up at the sky.

It's not a good day......

"British duke, it's not going to rain on this day."

Zhu Qizhen looked worried.

Zhang Fu looked at the rising sun, a little confused.

"Your Majesty......"

Once again, Kwong raised eight notes.

"This old man is really difficult to deal with......"

Zhu Qizhen muttered in his heart.

Just as Kwong was persevering, the drums in the distance shook the sky, and the Warat cavalry began to advance.

The offensive began.

"Your Majesty......"

Kuang Yu was already crazy and gave Zhang Fu a look.

The two of them made sure they looked at each other.

It seems that extraordinary measures have to be used.

Backed by the giant city of Datong, Zhu Qizhen looked at the city, and the Varat people in the distance were densely packed, like ants.

The Warats marched five miles away from the city wall, fearing the cannons at the head of the city, and stopped.

Immediately afterward, the Warats suddenly changed their formation, driving something forward from behind.

Zhu Qizhen tried to keep his eyes open and stared at it.

"Livestock! Beast! ”

The momentum on Zhu Qizhen's body was abrupt, his eyes instantly turned red, and he let out a roar that he had never seen before.

Zhang Fu, Kuang Yu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly looked at the battlement.

The scene in front of him made the eyes of every Ming soldier in the city spurt with anger.

In their sight, they saw countless people, who were driven by the Warats like cattle and sheep, and rushed towards Datong.

Behind these people, they were holding big skulls one by one

, beware of the Varat foot soldiers who followed.

Zhu Qizhen punched the city wall hard, as if he was venting something.

Drops of blood slowly fell from the cracks in the fist.

The intentions of the Warats are clear.

They were afraid of the cannons and firearms in the city, and they remembered how to do it.

Use the people of the Ming Dynasty to make amulets!

The previous plundering was not only for plundering, but also to catch more Ming people and use them as cannon fodder for their siege.

"First of all, you old yin is better than ......"

Zhu Qizhen almost gritted his teeth, and greeted Yexian's family with vicious words in his heart.

As the minutes and seconds passed, the Warats were already in range, but none of the artillery on the city had fired.

Seeing that the method worked, the Warat people went from being timid and cautious at the beginning to getting carried away now, and kept driving the people to go faster.

"Your Majesty......"

Zhang Fu spoke with difficulty.

Although Zhu Qizhen said that everything in the city was dispatched by him, such a thing was ......

"Your Majesty, we can't save them."

Zhang Fu couldn't bear to tell this cruel truth.

How did Zhu Qizhen not know?

He even wanted to send the elite cavalry out of the city to rescue the people just now, but when he calmed down and thought about it, this move was harmful to the defense of Datong City.

And even if they send out a cavalry army, as long as the Warats see that something is wrong, they will have plenty of time to slaughter all the people in front of them.

"Your Majesty, come on, old minister."

Zhang Fu didn't want to leave this knot to Zhu Qizhen.

Zhu Qizhen fiercely buckled the brick cracks of the city wall, and his tone was unprecedentedly difficult.

"Fire, fire."

Zhu Qizhen suddenly burst out with a short and fierce roar.

The cannon of the Counting Gate, which had been prepared at the head of the city, began to roar.

The rumbling cannon began to roar endlessly, and the general cannon, the second general's robe, and the sub-mother cannon continued to roar, bombarding the Warats who entered the firing range.

Buckshot fell in the crowd, plowing out blood grooves.

The big bowl in the hands of the Warats, like papier-mâché, was torn apart with the light touch of the buckshot.

The people behind the big tree, compared to the big one, are just more than that.

Soon, corpses were everywhere, with severed limbs and stumps everywhere.

There were very few soldiers left, and the people of the Ming Dynasty were almost wiped out.

The scene in front of me is like hell on earth.

Zhu Qizhen resisted the urge to vomit several times, restrained his dizziness, tried his best to be expressionless, and slowly turned around.

Everyone looked at Zhu Qizhen worriedly.

Zhu Qizhen was silent, dragging his lead-filled legs, moving away step by step.

He kept repeating in his heart "He is the emperor, he is the emperor......"

He couldn't cry, he couldn't vomit, he couldn't faint, he couldn't fall, his army was watching him.

As Zhu Qizhen left step by step, a large group of civil officials followed closely behind, leaving only Zhang Fu and these warriors in the city.

After a while, Zhang Fu shouted: "Listen, beat this bunch of miscellaneous pieces to death for Lao Tzu, which one doesn't try his best today, dare to be afraid of death, Lao Tzu personally chopped off your baby's head, do you hear?" ”

"Kill, kill......"

These generals were also inspired by the scene just now, with hatred and blood.

Soon, not only these generals, but all the soldiers at the head of the city all shouted "kill, kill ......"

The main generals on both sides know that it is just an appetizer, the main event, and this is just the beginning.

A siege battle of tens of thousands of horses was staged under the city of Datong.

The artillery that had just been in full swing was constrained by the low rate of fire and long loading, and finally began to look inadequate, and even some gun positions were blown up because they were too quick and had too many charges, but they lost several gunners.

The Ming army on the battlements kept shooting arrows with fire guns and bows and arrows.

The Warats under the city carried the ladder and hid behind the big wall waiting for an opportunity to fight back, constantly trying to get close to the city wall.

The Ming army had a high altitude advantage, and the archery skills of the Warats were also accurate.

There are constantly Warat people falling and dying under the city, and there are also Ming soldiers in the city who fall from the head of the city with arrows.

Cannons and arrows flew in the air, mercilessly harvesting lives.

Even if someone came to the bottom of the city wall with a large sword, they were greeted by the golden juice that had already been boiled at the head of the city and the fierce fire oil that had been lit.

Soon, a scorching smell filled the battlefield, and the smell mixed with the gold juice on the castle tower was simply poison on poison.

Wave after wave of fearless charges of the Warat people were blocked by the Ming army who relied on high-walled sharp weapons and stacked hatred buffs.

As the corpses under the city increased, the scales of victory gradually tilted in favor of the Ming army.

Another round of artillery at the head of the city finally broke the morale of Warat, and the fleeing soldiers continued to appear, dropping their weapons and fleeing backwards.

"General, cowardly Xue Jun."

Just as he thought that Warat's attack was over, a voice exclaimed.

The cowardly Xue army, the strongest army in Mongolia, is equivalent to the pro-army of Yexian.