"Kill!"

"Capture Ximen and reward 2,000 silver yuan."

A general beside Brew shouted,

"Kill!" Bloo's own soldiers shouted, and the heart-rending roar resounded throughout the walls of the West Gate.

They didn't have any siege weapons, and they didn't have the Spanish artillery to support them, but they were arguably the toughest and most brutal of the Luzon army.

Several soldiers roared towards the west gate with a wooden ladder, and suddenly a cannonball fell on them, and one of them was smashed on the spot.

The soldiers beside him did not panic, but continued to rush towards Mingcheng,

The number of Ming troops on the west gate was significantly smaller than that of the defenders at the east gate, and even the artillery was very small.

Bo Lu's own soldiers came one after another, and the rattan shield and rattan armor blocked the arrows shot from the city, and they had already rushed to the moat, and at this moment the rain of arrows of the Ming army was no longer much of a threat to them.

In the case of the re-energizing soldiers to attack the east gate again, the defenders of the east gate were simply unable to rush to the west gate.

The artillery of the Spanish army bombarded the east gate incessantly, and although the wall was strong, it could not last long.

Although the Ming army was able to resist Shengfan with the help of the Franc cannon, it could not hit the Spanish artillery two miles away.

This made the Ming army fall into a situation of being passively beaten,

The defenders of the east gate suffered heavy casualties under the artillery bombardment of the Spaniards, and had to transfer the defenders of the north gate and the defenders of the south gate.

The main general of the East Gate has been replaced by the deputy general Li Daoan at this time.

At the east gate, only three Franc cannons are left to be put into use.

And the artillery of the Spanish artillery was constantly bombarded.

Although the shelling was far less accurate than the last few times, it also hit the walls of the Ming army several times.

It brought great pressure to the Ming army defending the city.

With the help of the Spanish shelling, the attack of the Shengfan soldiers became more fierce.

Constantly the Ming army fell under the arrows fired by the short bow of Shengfan.

Suddenly, there were dark clouds and thunder rolling in the distance.

Stout lightning streaked across the sky.

Bean-sized raindrops fell on the entire battlefield in an instant.

The Ming army and the soldiers present looked at the sudden heavy rain in amazement.

Gil'an, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, secretly screamed badly.

The rainstorm instantly rendered his artillery unable to fire any more shells, and even his grenadier company was rendered useless.

Looking at this unexpected heavy rain, the Ming soldiers defending the city had mixed feelings.

The rain was pouring down, and the guns of the Furlong could no longer play to their advantage.

Similarly, the Ming army's Franc cannons and various types of guns also failed.

On the battlefield, the real beneficiaries of this rainstorm are undoubtedly the soldiers under his command.

The soldiers who had long been beaten by the Ming artillery and doubted their lives suddenly felt that this was the gods favoring them.

One by one, they burst into tears and bowed their heads in worship.

Looking at this scene, Liu Yu couldn't cry or laugh.

At this moment, the bitter battle of the Ming army really came.

The torrential rain was pouring down, and the screams mixed with thunder and screams were endless.

Rain-mixed blood poured into every depression of the battlefield.

From time to time, soldiers were shot by arrows from the Ming army and fell to the ground.

More soldiers rushed towards Mingcheng on the corpses of their companions.

The fire in the moat had long been extinguished by the rain, and the soldiers quickly lowered the planks and stepped on the moat.

Rolling logs were thrown down from the city, and a group of soldiers couldn't dodge and were smashed down by the rolling logs, and more soldiers grabbed the wooden ladder and bit the back of the knife and rushed up.

The ferocity and savagery of this moment are fully revealed.

A soldier's rattan armor was covered with arrows, and even his left eye was shot by the Ming army's arrows, but he used his right hand to pull out the arrows that pierced his left eye.

Roaring, he climbed the city wall and cut down a Ming soldier to the ground.

In the next breath, a spear stabbed the soldier down the city.

But he was not the first soldier to climb to the head of Mingcheng.

Simon

The heavy rain also made the Ming army's firearms dumb, unlike the east gate where the soldiers of the three gates worked together to garrison,

The defenders of the West Gate were alone, and the sudden rainstorm made the remaining artillery on the city wall useless.

Boru's own soldiers were more brutal and savage than the Bangbangya, but they were also more orderly.

The wall of the west gate has long been bombarded by the Spanish artillery.

At this moment, they don't need a wooden ladder at all, they can just rush up the city wall.

A soldier drew a bow and pointed an arrow at a Ming army defending the city.

A Ming soldier was hit by an arrow in his breastplate, and before he could draw his bow, the soldier was another arrow.

This time, the arrow pierced directly through the throat of the transparent soldier.

His eyes widened, and his left hand gripped the arrow that had been shot into his throat, and his feet slipped and fell straight from the collapsed corner of the wall.

More than a dozen soldiers stepped in front of him.

The Warrior's Bow is suitable for fighting in the Rainforest.

Although the range and penetration are not as strong as those of the Ming army, the string is simple and fast.

In close combat, the Ming soldiers often shot the arrows before they drew their bows.

The archers of the Ming army were suppressed by their own soldiers for a while.

A large number of Boru's own soldiers shouted and stepped onto the already collapsed corners of the city and poured into the walls of the West Gate.

With the last Ming archers being shot by their own soldiers.

The soldiers climbed straight up the city wall.

Before they could cheer, a series of shocked figures appeared in front of them.

Dozens of Ming soldiers dressed in armor and holding long knives silently watched this group of soldiers in the torrential rain.

A thick bolt of lightning flashed through the walls, illuminating their grim faces.

The rain shone through the breastplate and reflected the eerie cold light of the long knife.

Bolu's own soldiers were ferocious, but the Ming troops present were even more ruthless than them.

Liu Quan didn't say a word, he slashed with a knife, and a student couldn't dodge, so he subconsciously blocked with Teng Dun.

The long knife sank into the vine shield and cut off the soldier's left hand.

Before the soldiers could cry out in pain, Liu Quan raised his right hand, and the long knife turned obliquely.

A round human head slid to the ground.

Blood splattered from the headless body.

"Kill, ahh

Dozens or hundreds of Ming soldiers marched in unison with long knives.

Not to be outdone, the soldiers roared, and rushed forward with their scimitars in hand.

The shouting of killing shook the sky, and hundreds of people were fighting on the wall of the West Gate.

Every now and then, soldiers fell from the wall, and pieces of their limbs fell to the ground.

Compared with the rattan armor of the soldiers, the armor of the Ming army has a higher defensive power.

Compared with the ferocity of the soldiers, the Ming army, which fought against the Eight Banners all the year round, had higher combat effectiveness and more cruel methods.

With one scream after another, along with pieces of limb fragments, the entire city wall was piled up.

The rain is still falling, and the fighting continues.

The blood of the Ming army and the blood of the soldiers were mixed together, seeping into the wall along the rain.

Boru's face became more and more gloomy, and the injuries inflicted by the red-clad cannon prevented him from going into battle in person.

thought that with his own soldiers, he could easily take Simon,

Who would have thought that these Han people would be so ruthless that even their own soldiers could not take them down.

"Grandfather, is this the Han army you are facing?" Bloo murmured.

The rain is unabated, and the fighting in the city continues,

The soldiers of the east gate were defeated after all,

And the soldiers who killed the Bolu on the wall of the west gate were also driven off the city wall by the Ming army at this moment.

"General Bree," a Spanish village chief rushed to his side.

"Officer Gill has ordered you to withdraw your troops immediately, and wait for the rain to stop and attack with the Spanish grenadiers." The Spanish mayor conveyed Gil'an's orders.

Blügh rage,

"Tell the Bang Bangya people to continue the attack and dare to retreat!" Looking at the retreating soldiers at the east gate, Bo Lu shouted.

The wounds on his body, which had already been wounded by the cannon, broke open again,

Boloe fell straight off his horse,

Several pro-soldiers immediately stepped forward and hurriedly helped Bolu up,

The Spanish mayor was overjoyed when he saw this,

"Your general is wounded, don't immediately collect troops and escort the general back to the camp." The village chief, who was also a wise man, knew that it was impossible for Borou to withdraw his troops, so he used this excuse to give the order to withdraw directly to Nero's own soldiers.