"Break the city, destroy the slaves!"

"Mighty, Wansheng!"

Groups of soldiers of the Ming army drove out of the camp and lined up in front of the city, shouting in unison, making a deafening sound.

Sure enough, the city was about to be attacked, Tong Yangxing stood on the city, his face was solemn and grim, and he tightly held the hilt of the knife on his waist.

Although I was very puzzled about how the Ming army would attack the city, looking at this formation, it didn't seem like a bluff. Tong Yangxing looked far away and wanted to search for the artillery of the Ming army, but unfortunately he did not find it.

Huang Long stood under the big flag, looked at the signal from the engineer team, bowed his head slightly, and gave an order.

The military flag was constantly waving, and the shouting and cheering gradually stopped. Nearly 10,000 Ming troops were loaded with guns and ammunition, staring at the city in front of them, and the aura of slaughter was permeating, and even the defenders in the city felt extremely depressed before the thunder broke out.

Time passed minute by minute, Tong Yangxing went from nervous to confused, touched his chin and thought hard, and then turned his head to ask the officer next to him.

But as soon as Tong Yangxing opened his mouth, he felt the city wall under his feet tremble, his eyes widened, and he heard a deafening loud noise when he didn't know why.

The city wall suddenly jumped upwards like paper, and then it was torn open, and the smoke rose into the air, enveloping this section of the city wall tightly.

Immediately afterwards, there was another huge explosion, and the same strange scene appeared on the city wall that was only 100 meters away, the pillar of smoke rose into the sky, the broken bricks and rotten stones were wrapped in smoke and flew into the air, and the brick dust fluttered up, forming a gray-yellow smoke and dust.

Two tunnel blasts, each more violent, blasted two large gaps in the towering city wall.

"Drum attack!" Huang Long quickly woke up from the shock in front of him and roared loudly.

The rumbling of war drums also woke up the stunned Ming soldiers. Faced with the city that was breached in an instant, they didn't even react.

"Rush, kill!" The officers brandished their swords and roared.

Countless Ming soldiers shouted and rushed towards the smoke-shrouded city wall.

The two blasts not only blew up the city walls, but also caused heavy casualties to the defenders, and those who survived were also dizzy and lost their ability to react.

"Rush, kill!"

Under the urging of the passionate war drums, the soldiers of the Ming army shouted and charged forward. The bayonet reflected the sunlight, and the cold light shimmered, which was terrifying.

There were loud shouts all around, and Zheng Xiaowu was no exception. Even though his voice was so mixed that even he felt as if he couldn't hear it. But this kind of shouting can make people more excited, more frenzied.

He followed in the footsteps of the officers and comrades, and without the slightest hesitation, rushed into the somewhat thin smoke and dust.

In the choking smell of black gunpowder and dust, his vision was a little blurred, and he stumbled under his feet, Zheng Xiaowu narrowed his eyes and struggled forward in the broken bricks and stones.

Suddenly, he had rushed out of the area where the smoke-filled city wall had collapsed.

Although there was still a thin layer of fog in front of him, his vision was largely unobstructed. He saw the enemy in the distance, as if they had just assembled, and they did not seem to have woken up from their dazed and shocked.

Zheng Xiaowu also saw his comrades-in-arms, the one in front of him had already run down the slope of broken bricks and stones, and was lined up in a horizontal row, and the officers were commanding loudly.

He ran briskly and tripped and stumbled on the downhill slope, but was about to fall when someone next to him pulled him. By the time he stood firm, his comrades who helped him were already one step ahead of him, at the back of the first team.

Zheng Xiaowu hurriedly grabbed a few steps and stood side by side with his comrades. That's right, this is his squad, with someone in front of him with a discerning flag.

"Raise your gun, move forward—" The officer lengthened his voice, his sword pointing forward.

The comrades in the first row stepped forward, their muskets on their shoulders, and aimed at the enemy in front of them.

No sooner had the shrill whistle sounded than dozens of muskets let out a deafening roar, and white smoke rose up.

Zheng Xiaowu and his comrades in the second platoon took mechanical steps, crossed the first platoon, raised their guns to aim, and shot a row of lead bullets again at the enemy who was scattered by a round of shots.

Blood splashed, watching the enemy tremble and fall to the ground, listening to the enemy's wails and howls, Zheng Xiaowu stopped his feet, stood on the ground, pulled out the paper shell from his waist, and bit open the shell......

The long and repetitive training has made his movements skillful and mechanical.

Although it was only the second time he went to the battlefield, the comrades next to him gave him the confidence not to hurry, and the officer's loud shouts made him feel more gentle than during training.

More than 20 artillerymen rushed through the city wall with wheeled gun carriages and more than 200 pounds of Furlong machine guns, quickly assembled them on the spot, and pushed them to the side to fire a cannon directly at the enemy.

Dense graupel... A fan was snapped out, almost sweeping away the enemies in front of you.

"Kill, kill!" The officer raised his sword forward.

Zheng Xiaowu and his comrades-in-arms raised their bayonets and charged forward with a shout.

Burst! Zheng Xiaowu's bayonet pierced the back of a wounded soldier, this guy was covered in blood, and he wanted to run.

The bayonet was drawn, and the corpse fell to the ground, and a stream of bloody arrows erupted from the wound. Zheng Xiaowu was stunned for a moment, but his comrades shouted to kill forward, and he hurried to catch up.

Emotions can be contagious, and this is especially evident when the group is charging. Even a rookie, in the passionate shouts around him, will feel his blood rushing.

Of course, if it is a defeat and retreat, it will be equally difficult to restrain it as the defeated army flees.

The Ming army, which broke through the city defenses, encountered little resistance, and the sudden and violent explosion caused the defenders on the southern wall to suffer heavy casualties and could not organize in a short time.

The Ming soldiers who rushed through the gap, under the command of their respective officers and under the guidance of the battle flags of each team, either quickly rushed inward, or seized both sides of the gap in the city wall to cover the friendly troops entering the city to participate in the battle.

The musketeers, who formed a battle formation, opened the way with muskets in front and fired muskets in turns, advancing along the streets to kill.

The sound of gunfire, explosions, and shouts of killing spread from the south of the city and spread rapidly.

The Han soldiers in the city were already weak, they had a city wall to rely on, and they could barely defend it with the coercion of Zhenyi. Once the city is broken, it is equivalent to the destruction of the psychological defense line, and how many are willing to fight to the death for the alien race?

Starting from the south of the city, the banner of emergency has spread to the north of the city. The alarm bell rang loudly, one after another, and the panic in the bell could be heard by anyone.

"The city is broken!?" The old slave looked at it a little sluggishly, his face full of disbelief, and he was so shocked that he didn't react for a while.

Two earth-shattering explosions, then a column of smoke rose into the sky, and then - the city was breached.

How much time has it been since the battle was full, and a fortified city no less than Liaoyang was breached, and the only explanation was probably that there was a traitor who opened the door.

But Haicheng is firmly besieged, and Tong Yang and Shuotuo in the city don't know the degree of danger, didn't they block the city gate?

The war horse on his side suddenly neighed, and the old slave woke up like a dream, his face was gloomy and his brows were furrowed, and he raised his whip sharply and shouted: "Attack, attack with all your might." ”

Seeing the city fall and not acting, this is not the nature of the old slave. Even if there is little hope, fight hard. Otherwise, what to mobilize and personally lead the army to come?

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

The horn sounded, the chariot rumbled, and the Jiannu roared and roared, and finally no longer cared about casualties, and took advantage of the fact that the city had not completely fallen, and launched a fierce attack on the Ming army camp.

"The city is broken?!" With a look of disbelief on his face, Shuoto stared fiercely at the Jurchen officers who came to report the news.

The Jurchen officers did not dare to look at each other, lowered their heads and said: "Lord Belle, the enemy has blown up the city wall and swarmed in, and our army is struggling to resist. ”

"Where's Shi Wuli's forehead?" Shuo Tuo asked, in his guess, whether Tong Yangxing had rebelled, and the city had been breached in such a short time.

The Jurchen officer didn't know either, so he had to tell the truth: "Back to Lord Beile, Shi Wuli's whereabouts are unknown. ”

The sound of gunfire is approaching, and the banner is shaking wildly, which has confirmed the bad news of the city's destruction. Not only Shuoto, but also the officers and soldiers around him were all enveloped in shock, and they were unable to react for a moment.

After only a moment's thought, Shuoto made a decision, he drew his sword, pointed hard, and shouted: "Warriors, follow me to kill the enemy and drive the enemy out of the city." ”

"Roar, drink!" Hundreds of Jiannu howled loudly and rushed forward as Shuoto slashed forward.

Driving the enemy out, few people believe it. But the gates were blocked, and there was no time to escape. What's more, there are ditches and camps outside the city, and it is a dead end to get out of the city.

Shuoto thought very clearly, in addition to desperately moving forward, there was only one way to surrender and survive. But surrender is something he will not choose at all.

Rumble! The Fran cannon fired hundreds of lead bullets and swept across the enemy on the opposite side.

On the narrow streets, reloading shotguns ... The power of the bullet was fully exerted, and in the screams and wails, the bloody corpses were pillowed, and countless people were injured.

"Fire!"

At the roar of the officers, a row of muskets leveled and fired a dense volley.

As they marched forward, another platoon of musketeers came out of the crowd, raising their guns and aiming, and after the whistle sounded, the guns roared and a thick white smoke rose.

Shelling, shooting, bayonet stabbing, the Ming army relied on ferocious firepower and advanced quite rapidly.

The Han soldiers led by Zhenyi came to block it, but under the three axes of the Ming army, they all suffered heavy casualties. When Zhenyi died and was no longer able to suppress it, the Han soldiers threw away their armor and either fled or surrendered.

"Those who descend will not die!"

"Abandon the army and don't kill!"

More and more shouts turned into persuasion to surrender, the Ming army was mostly Liao, and the Han soldiers were all Liao, listening to the familiar local sound, except for the hardcore traitors, who would resist to the end.

Zheng Xiaowu drew back his bayonet, and with the splattering of dirty blood, a wounded soldier of Zhenyi turned into a corpse.

Bah! Zheng Xiaowu could still scold, feeling excited that he could kill a true Yi. It looks very vicious, but it turns out to be vulnerable.

After this battle, I can also hang up the medal and train those recruits with my head held high!

After taking a few breaths, Zheng Xiaowu sped up a few more steps and kept up with his comrades.

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