Shuo Tuo looked at the reaction of the Ming army, and immediately knew that this was another elite division, less to more, and he was not afraid at all.

And after the city was broken, he had already seen several such troops, no matter how many or small they were, all of them were equally brave and fierce.

This is morale, confidence in the combat power of one's own army, and the momentum of beating the water dogs. Jiannu is already bound to be defeated, countless friendly troops are fighting in the city, what are you afraid of?

The first group of Ming troops engaged the enemy with bayonets, and the latter platoon of Ming troops followed, crossed the heads of their comrades, and threw a volley of grenades at the enemy.

Clusters of fire flashed under Jiannu's feet, and the explosion was deafening, several times more powerful than Ma Leizi, and Jiannu was suddenly blown up into chaos.

Immediately after that, a group of grenades was thrown, and the successive explosions sharply reduced the momentum of Jiannu's impact.

After the second platoon of Ming soldiers threw the grenades they carried with them, they shouted and raised their bayonets, quickly joined their comrades, and stabbed forward together.

The third platoon of Ming troops did the same, and after throwing grenades, they joined the battle group.

There was a fierce battle ahead, and the pursuers behind Jiannu had also arrived, and a Francophone cannon truck blasted out the only two remaining guns with an extremely fast rate of fire, and the dense lead bullets like raindrops swept Jiannu down a large area.

The Ming army crossed the artillery carriage, and the muskets fired round after round of volleys, stabbing Jiannu in the back fiercely.

The smoke of the grenade explosion gradually cleared, revealing the corpses of fallen corpses, bloody stumps and severed arms, and the screaming and wailing wounded.

The corpses in front of him were staggered, some were Jiannu and some were Ming Jun. However, the Ming army's hedge and grenade bombardment restrained Jiannu's charge and pushed Jiannu back and distanced him.

With a shrill whistle, the Ming musketeers raised their muskets and fired a volley at Jiannu.

White smoke rose up, flames from the muzzle of the gun flickered in the smoke, and in the screams, Jiannu was constantly knocked to the ground.

The muskets were fired in rotation row by row, and although the Ming army suffered a lot of casualties, it was still able to maintain a large density of musket after shrinking the battle formation.

What made Shuoto feel even more desperate was that behind the Ming army on the opposite side, reinforcements appeared. Perhaps it was the call of a sharp whistle, or perhaps it was the attraction of the sound of gunfire and explosions, hundreds of Ming troops pushed artillery wagons and shouted to arrive.

The shouting and killing behind him was getting closer and closer, this was a large group of Ming troops that had converged, relying on the superiority of numbers and firepower, even if Jiannu resisted desperately, he couldn't resist it.

Unexpectedly, this was the place of death, Shuoto looked up at the northern city, which seemed to be close at hand, but it seemed to be out of reach.

Unable to even glance at the friendly forces outside the city, Shuoto narrowed his eyes, followed by a look of desperation.

He is mentally prepared to die on the battlefield. Since the age of seventeen, he has been in the army to fight, charging into battle, blocking and killing, and has been wounded and almost killed. Today is the time for him to sacrifice his life and shed his last drop of blood for Dajin.

Shuoto shouted, "Kill! "Point your knife at the enemy in front of you.

"Kill!" The Jiannu roared loudly, erupted into a final frenzy, brandished their swords, guns, weapons, and rushed towards the puffs of white smoke in front of them.

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The fierce fighting outside the city continued, and Jiannu's desperate onslaught had an effect.

The three trenches were filled in with passages, and although they were not wide, and although the price paid was very heavy, some of the Jiannu had already rushed into the fortifications and engaged the Ming army in hand-to-hand combat.

It's just that because of the Ming army's grenadier and the fierce firepower of the Ming Dynasty's heavy firepower, it was difficult for the Jiannu attacking team to maintain its numbers, and the attack lacked sustained pressure.

This was also seen by Nurhachi and several generals who were watching the battle. The old slave's heart sank, knowing that it was almost an impossible task to break through the Ming army camp and save the fall of the city.

Before occupying the fortifications outside the Ming army camp, so many men and horses had already been lost. The strength of the other camps of the Ming army has not yet been invested, and the firepower output of the Ming army is still strong.

Fan Wencheng shook his head helplessly and looked at Li Yongfang next to him.

Li Yongfang sighed silently, and also shook his head in response, knowing that there was no hope for such a fight.

The Ming army is already as strong as this?! Fan Wencheng recalled the fierce battle under Ningyuan City, although there were Hongyi cannons at that time, it was not at the same level as now.

The speed of musket fire, he had already learned. But there were so many artillery pieces, but he couldn't believe it, and he was terrified.

As a large country with a territory of thousands of miles and trillions of people, this is not an impossible thing to do. But such a Ming Kingdom is not what Fan Wencheng remembers.

A large empire that can mobilize and mobilize nearly half of the country's strength is no longer something that Houjin can contend with.

What's more, it is the power of the whole country, Fan Wencheng thought of the article in the newspaper, and finally believed that this was not a lie and intimidation, but it was true.

Suddenly, Fan Wencheng's eyes froze, looking at the city in the distance.

Not only did he see it, but many people, including the old slave, saw it. The banner of Houjin at the head of Haicheng City was gone, and with it was the battle flag of the Ming Dynasty.

Finished! Not only has the city been breached, but now it has completely fallen.

In such a short period of time, the eyes of Fan Wencheng and Li Yongfang, the two big traitors, met, and they both saw shock and fear.

"Ming-Kim! Collect - soldiers! The old slave's voice was hoarse and low, and he struggled to burst out the command word by word.

There is no point in storming, even if a camp is broken, it is impossible to collapse the entire Ming army, and it is impossible to recapture the city.

Similarly, the old slave was shocked by the speed with which the Ming army captured the city. The Han soldiers in the city can't fight in the field, it should be much easier to defend the city, and there are many firearms to help the battle, why are they so vulnerable?

The sound of the trumpet sounded on the battlefield, whimpering like a cry of sorrow.

"Kill, rush!" Yue Zhen was stunned, brandished his war knife, and supervised the formation like crazy, trying to force the retreating men and horses to rush forward again.

The Jiannu with the red flag attacked the most fiercely and suffered the greatest losses. Hearing the horn of the troops, he ran back as if he had been amnestied, but was stopped by the personal soldiers led by Yue Xuan, and he was at a loss for a while.

"Retreater, slash!" Yue Zhen's eyes were round with anger, and he raised his knife viciously, and was about to slash and kill a hesitant Niu Lu Ezhen.

The arm was caught, and the knife stopped in mid-air. Yue Zhen turned his head viciously to see who was so bold.

"Big brother." Sakhalian frowned tightly and reminded: "The order of the king of the Khan must not be disobeyed. ”

Yue Zhen's eyes blinked slowly, although this sentence was short, it was very weighty.

"The loss of men and horses is not small, and the two red flags can no longer be beaten like this." Sakhalian then added: "Father, he still needs our backing. ”

The crazy anger in Yue Xuan's eyes was reduced by a few points, and the consequences of disobeying the general orders of the Khan King were very serious; If the loss of the two red flags is too great, my father Daishan will not have the support of the army, and I am afraid that life will not be easy.

Looking back hatefully, more Ming army flags had been fluttering at the head of Haicheng City, and Yue Zhuo's last luck was finally dispelled.

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