Although the Manchurians used the terrain to suppress the Ming army with their superb archery skills, they also knew that they were in a bad situation.

Because after climbing to the roof, they found that the Ming army that attacked was at least several hundred!

And there are only a few dozen of them.

Even though these Manchurian soldiers from Xi'an were veterans of the war for many years, in the face of such a large number of attacking Ming troops, there was no possibility of turning defeat into victory when the surrendered army had collapsed and their own camp was defeated.

Despite his impatience, Mardu tried his best to calm himself down, and commanded his Manchurian soldiers to scatter on the rooftops of various places to take care of each other, using the advantage of bows and arrows to continuously shoot the attacking Ming army, and prevent the Ming army from attacking the house below as much as possible.

The Manchurian soldiers were also very powerful, or in groups of two, or in groups of three, constantly pulling their bows and loosening the strings, not only suppressing the swarming Ming army, but also killing and wounding twenty or thirty Ming soldiers, and miraculously preserving the four or five rooms they occupied in the case of the loss of the village.

"My lord, what now!"

Ta Atai climbed up from below, looked around, and was inevitably a little frightened in his heart, and hurriedly asked in Manchu.

"There are too many thieves, I'm afraid this place can't be kept, isn't it prominent!"

Sun Dali pointed to the mud wall about one person high in the distance, meaning that they could climb over the wall and rush out.

Don't look at the number of the Ming army is more than ten times theirs, if they really break through with all their strength, those Ming troops will not be able to stop them!

Mardu shook his head and vetoed Sun Dali's proposal to break through, they were not familiar with the surrounding terrain at all, and breaking through in the middle of the night was equivalent to running around blindly, don't break through for a long time until dawn to see that they were still in the encirclement of the Ming army, and they didn't even have the strength to kill the enemy.

What's more, it is impossible for the Ming army to watch them break through, and their casualties will definitely be not small when they are pursued.

Stubborn resistance and escape are two different concepts.

No matter how strong the Manchurian soldiers are, no matter how firm their will is, if they really want to run aimlessly, they will gradually develop towards the frightened bird, and they may collapse under the grass and trees.

In this case, it is better to occupy the roof and confront the Ming army!

As long as he could see the terrain clearly until dawn, even if no reinforcements arrived, Mardu was confident that he would lead some of his men to stand out.

In terms of reinforcements, the only hope is the Huachanggou Green Battalion, which is closest to Mashi Bay.

Only Mashiwan is more than ten miles away from Huachanggou, and even if the green camp of Huachanggou hears the wind and rushes to the rescue now, it is impossible to arrive before dawn.

Therefore, I can only hold on until dawn and then decide whether to break through depending on the situation.

To Mardu's relief, the Ming army was very afraid of their bows and arrows, and although there were many of them, they hid like a group of shrunken turtles behind the houses, under the eaves, and in the dark corners full of debris.

This is undoubtedly what Mardu would like to see.

All he needs is time!

The Ming army did not dare to attack, which meant that he could delay it longer.

But the Ming army undoubtedly couldn't just let them go.

Where the Manchurians couldn't shoot with their bows and arrows, a large group of Ming troops gathered.

By the light of the fire burning in the village, Mardu saw a group of Ming soldiers with large swords in their hands, and one person was looking at them.

Far away, Mardu couldn't see the man's face, but he was sure that the man was the commander of the Ming army.

After that, he saw the Ming general pointing at them with his hand, and then said a few words to his subordinates on the side, although the Ming army that surrounded them still did not act rashly, but his intuition told Mardu that something might happen.

A heart suddenly became very heavy.

After taking a closer look around, a terrible thought suddenly popped up in my mind - will the Ming army set fire?

More than half of the buildings in the military village are made of wood, and if the Ming army really wants to set fire to the house, what will happen to the people on the roof?

The possibilities are enormous!

Mardu was frightened, and the idea of holding on until dawn was immediately dismissed by him, and when he was about to give the order to abandon the roof and rush out first, there was the sound of a crockpot shattering.

Not from somewhere, but from all directions.

At the sound of the "horn", dozens of oil tanks were smashed by the Ming army around the roofs occupied by the Manchurians.

Some oil tanks are fire oil, while others are vegetable oil!

Before the Manchurians on the roof could react, the Ming army had already begun to set fires.

The fire soon became like a long snake coiled in a circle, encircling Mardu and other Manchurians in the middle.

At this time, not only Mardu knew what the Ming army was going to do, but his subordinate Manchurian soldiers also shouted loudly, and their faces changed drastically and they were panicked.

But soon it couldn't be called.

It was not that the fire had already burned to the house under their feet, but that the Ming army had piled up a large amount of fire-burning hay stored in the general's village to the upwind of the Manchurians, not to fuel the fire, but to continuously water the hay after it had burned.

As a result, the haystack that could not be fully burned immediately rose white smoke!

The wind direction blew the choking white smoke into the Manchurian soldiers on the roof of the downwind outlet, and the choking Manchurian soldiers kept coughing while the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

The view is even more seriously obstructed!

Taking advantage of the fact that the Tartars on the roof were choked by smoke and could not see, the blind Wan Si, Cao Diwei, Xu Lin and others led dozens of soldiers to quietly touch forward with signs in their hands.

"Horn!"

Dozens of cards were erected at the same time, and dozens of gunners who followed immediately shot towards the roof.

You don't have to look at it at all, just a volley.

The sudden fire of the gun caused several Manchurian soldiers who were squatting on the roof with their mouths and noses covered to fall from the roof on the spot.

A vest soldier who was trying to rub his eyes to see what the Ming army was doing was also hit in the thigh by the gun, and rolled down while screaming.

The roof tiles also fell with a "whoosh", making a "thunderclap" sound.

"Put!"

Zhao Jinzhong and dozens of archers also took the opportunity to approach, and at the same time fired the burning rocket in his hand towards the house occupied by the Manchurians.

In the "whoosh" sound, the rocket either hit the wooden post, or hit the door or window.

The blind man also kept throwing burning torches at the house occupied by the Tartars.

After a while, the rooms began to catch fire.

The fire at the upwind mouth was also blowing in the wind, and it continued to approach the house where the Manchurians were.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger.

From time to time, Manchurian soldiers could not stand the smoke and were forced to jump from the roof.

As soon as the people landed, several Ming soldiers who covered their mouths and noses with wet cloths rushed out of the smoke and beheaded them with random knives.

After discovering that the Ming army was hiding underneath, the remaining Manchurian soldiers on the roof nearly collapsed.

To go down is to die, and to stay on it is worse than to die!

Mardu's eyes had long been choked with smoke, and every breath was as uncomfortable as if his lungs had been emptied, and he regretted that he should not have listened to Sun Dali's advice, so he chose to stick to it, and now called Ming Jun to roast it as a suckling pig.

"Fight with the Han thief!"

There was a desperate roar of the vest soldier An Dong in his ears, and then there was a "plop" sound, and An Dong jumped down.

But no more sound came.

The fire in the house beneath his feet was already burning brighter and stronger, and the roof had become extremely warm under the ravages of the fire.

With a "plop", the two Manchurian soldiers who were lying on the roof and trying to breathe were caught off guard and fell below and were instantly engulfed by the fire.

The roof is getting hotter and hotter, and it is becoming more and more unsupportable.

The sound of the wood burning was so crisp that holes in the roof kept collapsing.

A few more Manchurian soldiers fell screaming because of the sudden loss of weight under their feet.

In the blink of an eye, the Manchurian soldiers on several rooftops were less than half.

The rest of the people knew that they would die, but still no one shouted and begged the Ming army for mercy.

The Ming army came to persuade them to surrender.

The Ming army was shouting: "Wang Zheng, the general of Jingzhou in the Ming Dynasty, will wait for Manchuria, and those who surrender will not die!" ”

It's Chinese, and the Manchurians don't understand it at all.

Someone understood.

"Surrender, surrender!"

Taatai's face was flushed, not because he couldn't breathe, but because the tiles under his feet were about to burn the soles of his feet.

Lest the Ming army not believe it, he was so anxious that he shouted there again: "I'm not a Tartar, I'm a Han, I'm a Han!" ”