"Zhang Wan!" Chongzhen called out the person's name as he stretched out his hand forward.

This move came so suddenly, the soldiers blinked their eyes, Zhang Wan and the fierce Kanxi died together, and his death finally turned into a "flame", which completely ignited the fighting spirit of the Ming soldiers in an instant.

"Brothers, kill the dogs! Avenge Mr. Qian! The soldier who had always been good friends with Zhang Wan burst into tears, holding his spear and rushing towards the Qing army who were constantly climbing the wall.

In the crowded narrow road, the spears of the Ming soldiers also advanced like crazy. There are Qing soldiers who shouted and raised their knives to recoil, but they were poked in the waist by the two spearmen at the head and couldn't move, and then a little cold light came out from between the two spears, straight into the heart of the Qing soldiers, and the head of the spear that did not enter the body kept stirring, until the heart was shattered, and the end was extremely ruthless.

"Dogs love to bark!" The soldier put away his gun, and the bloody flesh brought back by the tip of the gun splashed his face, hanging on his immature face and slowly sliding. His name is Zhang Xiu, the son of Zhang Wan, who grew up in the army since he was a child, and witnessed his father's death at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

Under the frantic counterattack of the Ming army, the Qing soldiers who ascended first were all stabbed to death, and with the last ladder on the pedal, the panicked Qing soldiers fell to their deaths, and the crisis of this section of the city wall was lifted. Chongzhen first commanded the soldiers to work together to push down the wooden planks built by the ladder, and then set the corpses of the Qing soldiers on fire and threw them all off the wall.

Chongzhen saw the situation carefully, so he left some soldiers to continue to stick to this section, and he took Zhang Xiu and other brave soldiers to support other sections of the city wall. The ladders of the Qing army were attached to various sections of the city wall one after another, and the chariots under the city began to hammer the gates.

Chongzhen led people to clean up the two Qing soldiers one after another, but the opponent's ladder was as many as ten, and there were more and more Qing soldiers who entered the city in multiple sections, and the sections that Chongzhen couldn't take into account had begun to rout.

The deserters of the Ming army discarded their blades, went down the steps of the city wall, and fled back to the city, and the Qing soldiers who pursued and killed them entered the city together like sheep.

Chongzhen did not panic when he heard about it, and continued to clean up the ladder and the remaining Qing army along the road, with the purpose of cutting off the enemy's follow-up forces. As long as the inner city defense line does not collapse, and the threat of the city wall is cleared, he will definitely be able to surround the Qing soldiers who have entered the city, do the thing of catching turtles in the urn, and wipe them out.

The Qing soldiers who entered the city were very excited, their eyes were glowing green, and they stepped on the corpses of the fleeing soldiers under their feet and walked down the steps.

Among this group of people, Magub's Manchurian status is the highest, so he temporarily fills the role of Ezhen. Magub's banner slave Xinjisi held a round shield to protect him, Xinjisi never dreamed that he would be able to enter the city first, and his mind had already begun to fantasize about a happy life after raising the flag.

"Master, we're going to win!"

It's no wonder that Sinjis celebrates halfway, even the battle-hardened Magub is now in the same mentality. Because according to past experience, as long as you enter the city of Mukan, you will already win, and the timid Mukan soldiers will only flee for their lives when they see the Jurchen warriors.

In fact, as the sword fell, from time to time the defeated Ming soldiers became the souls of the dead, and the confidence of the other party increased for every one person Ma Gubu, and it seemed that his hundreds of people were enough to kill the entire Datong.

"What is this?"

Magub was astonished at what he saw, and all the houses in the city were razed to the ground and replaced by a long ditch, the opposite of which was lined with horses.

After rejecting the horse, it was the people in the regimental training camp who were waiting for them, and Yang Bo, who was the leader, saw the Qing army killed, and his heart couldn't help but thump. The first time he went to the battlefield, he was still facing the so-called invincible Qing army, Yang Boxian was a little timid, and then thought of the Long Live Lord who was killing the enemy on the city wall, and his wife's entrustment.

Gathering his mind and taking a deep breath, Yang Bo first raised the big bow, and started with the family heirloom stunt Lianzhu Flying Arrow.

Because the soldiers were not yet familiar with the mandarin duck battle array, Chongzhen still arranged with half spearmen and half longbows, making use of the advantages brought by the trench to resist horses as much as possible.

Hu Mazi and others are mostly veterans of the Liukou, skilled in archers and horses, and they are all turned into archers, and they accompany Yang Bo to raise their bows and shoot first. In addition, the archers of the regimental training battalion still carry swords and shields with them, and they still have the strength to fight if they encounter the enemy.

Zhao Adi could clearly feel that the palm of his hand holding the spear was moist and full of sweat. Because of the fight, Chen Zhuo and Zhao Adi and other Yanggao people have become fatal, and now they are standing side by side with them, holding a spear in the forefront.

Xinjisi's eyes were quick, holding his shield high to block the arrows for his master, and Magubu commanded behind him: "Don't be afraid! Rush forward, there are not many of them, we have shields. "Let's take the lead in the charge with arrows.

"Watch out for their throwing axes!" Chen Zhuo, who had been silent, suddenly opened his mouth to remind, then lowered his body, and stood diagonally in front of the gun, and Zhao Adi and the others immediately learned to put on the same posture.

As Chen Zhuo said, a scream came out of Magubu's mouth, and the Qing soldiers threw the axe in their hands forward at the same time as they ran.

Zhao Adi suddenly felt a pain in the tiger's mouth, his gun body blocked the handle of the flying axe and flew it, and then turned to look at his companions, there were still many people who were hit by the flying axe, fortunately most of them were not fatal.

Chen Zhuo saw that Zhao Adi looked at him as if to express gratitude, and bowed his head slightly in reply.

The Qing army, which braved the arrows to charge, was not easy, and there was no means to counterattack after a round of flying axes, so they could only approach with casualties. Yang Boxian shot a hundred steps, the arrows did not stop, the head was shot when the head was blocked, and the archery skills of Hu Mazi and others were not inferior, and when the Qing soldiers rushed to the ditch, nearly 100 people had been lost.

This trench was not taken seriously from a distance, and when Magub got closer, he realized that it was not simple, and it was a problem whether he could jump or not.

"Damn, no matter! Cinjis, you jump! Magub blew his beard and shouted, Xinjisi obediently jumped down, this ditch was exactly one person's height, and the top of Xinjisi's head was at the same level as the feet of the Ming army.

When the rest of the Manchu saw it, they also followed and scolded their flag slaves to jump into the ditch, and soon filled the pit in front of them. Magubu took the lead alone, stepping on the head of the flag slave and rushing towards the rejection horse, and everyone behind him followed with a roar of rage.

"Thorn!" Chen Zhuo subconsciously took out the gun and commanded, countless spear heads poked out from the rejection horse, and the pearl armor on Ma Gubu's chest was on top of several spear heads, and he squeezed it in with all his strength, intending to rely on the thick armor to rush away from the rejection horse in front of him.

The flag slave standing in the ditch was trampled and wailed, but he did not dare to move an inch.

Yang Boxian saw that the leading Magubu was extraordinary, took out the armor-piercing iron arrow in the quiver, wound the arrow, and shot towards the door of Magubu.