After listening to his grandfather Yin Tianzheng's words, Zhang Wuji almost didn't hesitate and said, "Then, open the city gate!" ”

Whether it is the position of the head of the Ming Sect or the current position of the Ming Emperor, he was passively pushed up.

He knows very well that his temperament is not the material for the emperor, for a throne that he doesn't care about very much, and he can't fight with his own senior brother.

In particular, in the senior brother's Chinese army camp, he also saw several uncles and uncles of the Wudang faction, which made him even more warless.

It's just that he wanted to open the door and surrender, but the Mingjiao Wusan people and the Five Elements Banner Envoys were indifferent after his order was given, and there was no reaction at all.

They showed their attitude to Zhang Wuji with their own practical actions.

They refused to carry out the order!

Zhang Wuji looked at the monk with the best temper among the five scattered people, and said, "Master, what do you mean?" ”

The monk shook his head and said: "Surrendering without fighting is a shame for my Mingjiao, and it is impossible for the brothers to agree!" ”

Zhang Wuji said anxiously: "You have to have countless deaths and injuries before you are willing?" ”

The monk nodded, "Your Majesty, you can go back to the palace and stay, in short, we can't be willing to fight with this surnamed Song!" ”

Zhang Wuji trembled angrily, and after taking a deep breath, he sighed a little dejectedly.

"That's it, it's a big deal, I'll die in this city with you today, and it can be regarded as a complete brotherhood!"

As he spoke, he looked out of the city and said helplessly: "Senior brother, you should have heard it too, they are unwilling not to fight." ”

Song Xuan smiled, "Such a request, Ben Shuai will meet you!" ”

"Artillery battalion, give Ben Shuai, open fire!"

Boom Boom!

Boom Boom!

The sound of hundreds of millions of thunderbolts exploding sounded loudly in this misty and hazy world, and in the eyes of hundreds of thousands of sergeants of the two armies, clouds of white smoke rose up.

On the capital, the sound of landslides and earth cracks sounded wave after wave, and the sound of flesh and blood crumbling and crying for his father and mother was staged on this ancient city.

The five scattered people in the city, the five elements of the flag and the flag envoy kept shouting, and then the artillery on the city of Beijing was also lit one by one, and the fuse continued to bombard outward, and the artillery was exchanged in the city and under the city, and the sound of bombing came and went, and the smoke of gunpowder spread.

It's just that what makes the faces of the Mingjiao Wusan people and other high-level people ugly is that the hundreds of artillery pieces at the head of their city have a limited range, and they can't hit the Jinling army camp in the distance at all.

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The artillery on the Jinling Army's side is extremely advanced, with a longer range and greater power, and more than 2,000 cannons of the artillery battalion are placed in an orderly manner, and every shell can easily bombard the city.

This kind of aggrieved feeling that can only passively take the artillery, but can not fight back at all, makes the faces of the five scattered people turn red one by one, and there is no way at all except to lie on the ground and wait for the roar of the artillery to disappear.

The reason why they had to ask for a battle was that they thought that the capital city was difficult to attack, and there was artillery to defend the city, and even if the Jinling army was powerful, it would not be able to defeat this Xiongcheng for a while.

But at this moment, they realized how wrong they were.

I finally understood how the elite Yuan army led by Tokhtar Buhua was wiped out.

Under the frantic bombardment of this kind of unstoppable artillery, even these martial arts masters can't stand it, let alone ordinary soldiers.

More than half an hour has passed, and the sound of the Jinling army's artillery fire is still roaring, and there is no intention of stopping.

Song Xuan had made up his mind, and he had to completely convince this group of unruly Mingjiao high-level leaders.

At the same time, the vanguard death battalion.

Lan Yu led 20,000 ironclad cavalry to drive the Yuan army captives forward, and said coldly: "The marshal has an order, those who attack the city and make military merits can be exempted from slavery." Afraid to retreat, don't dare to go to the former, kill on the spot! ”

Looking at the Jinling Iron Cavalry that exuded a bloody aura, many Yuan army captives were not only afraid, but also had an eager expression.

Needless to say, many Yuan army prisoners consciously carried siege ladders and other equipment, and then ran madly in the direction of the city.

If you make military achievements, you are no longer a slave, and you can be incorporated into the ranks of the official soldiers of the Jinling Army.

For the Mongolian soldiers who like to follow the strong to fight with the wind, the opportunity to change their fate is just around the corner, how can they not fight hard?

"Kill!"

The 70,000 yuan army prisoners, carrying the ladder, began to charge frantically like locusts wave after wave, that desperate crazy attitude, and the faces of the defenders on the city wall changed dramatically.

They had fought with the Yuan army before, so they naturally knew how strong the combat effectiveness of this group of Mongolian strong men was, and the Mongolian soldiers at this moment, one by one, were crazy to climb the city wall with red eyes, which seemed to be more desperate than when they fought before!

"The shield soldiers stepped forward, covering the fire-gun soldiers to advance at a uniform speed, suppressing the crossbowmen at the head of the city!" Xu Da issued a military order.

When it came to the siege stage, in order not to hurt their own people, the cannon fodder of the artillery battalion began to stop, and it was time for the firecrackers to exert their might.

The raindrops of fire were as dense as the blows wave after wave, and the crossbowmen on the suppressed city did not dare to show their heads, which greatly reduced the pressure on the Yuan captives besieging the city.

The battle lasted from early morning to early afternoon, and almost half of the 70,000 captives of the Yuan army were killed and wounded, and the Ming army at the head of the city suffered heavy casualties.

First, it was wheeled for more than half an hour under the bombardment of more than 2,000 artillery, and then it was continuously fired by the firecrackers, coupled with the crazy desperate struggle of the Yuan army prisoners, the Ming army obviously occupied the advantage of defending the city, but the number of casualties even reached the level of close to 100,000.

"Rolling stones, smash, smash Lao Tzu!"

"What about the sassy wood, come, get down for Lao Tzu and smash these Tartars to death!"

"Over there, hurry up, another ladder is coming up, wolf's teeth shoot, hurry up and knock this ladder down!"

The top brass of the Ming Sect was frantically directing the soldiers at the head of the city to defend, but just as they had repelled the attack of the Yuan army captives again, and before they could catch their breath, a creaking sound that made the roots of his teeth sour came from the city gate.

"The gates have been opened!"

I don't know who shouted, I can't say that the monk and the others only felt that the cold hair was standing and trembling, and they looked up to look out of the city, only to see the Jinling Iron Horse, which had not moved for a long time, at this moment thousands of horses were galloping together, like an endless black torrent, sweeping in the direction of the city gate.....

The person at the head is Song Xuan, who is the first.

Not far from him, Liu Qinglian, who was dressed in silver armor and shining brightly, held a long sword with a sneer, and looked at the city gate with a somewhat cold face, and was constantly directing the soldiers to push open the gate......