The soldiers of the Ming army with braids rushed up, and several Goshha under Ye Bu rushed out with their masters, without armor except for swords, and they were caught off guard by the opponents of the Ming army who were deliberately attacking.

After a Goshha was stabbed and fell to the ground, he looked at Kang Enbei in disbelief who was clearly braided and spoke Manchurian, but was helping the Han people deal with his own people.

He seems to be a little familiar with this Manchurian traitor, as if he is the person of the Ninth Leader?

I can't remember.

Death stood in front of him, waiting for him to take his last breath so that he could take him back to the old woods outside the gate.

But instead of closing his eyes, Goshha kept opening and closing his mouth, as if he had a thousand words to say to the Manchurian traitor who was helping the Han people slaughter his own people.

As soon as Kang Enbei pulled out his long knife from the stomach of his compatriot who had not had time to put on his armor, he turned his head and saw Goshha, who was staring at him and refused to close his eyes.

Probably he didn't want that.

But if you don't die, I will die!

However, before he could speak, the voice of the Han who was ordered to supervise him came from behind him: "What are you still doing in a daze, shout!" ”

It was the first horse soldier to return to the Ming Dynasty anyway - Junzhou Jiang Tiancheng.

He was ordered to lead several soldiers to protect Kangenbei.

Because this true Tartar who can speak Manchurian is very important.

Of course, Kang Enbei also understood the other meaning of protection, so he almost subconsciously responded: "Huh! ”

Then he raised his throat and screamed: "Oh no, Lord Dutong is dead, Lord Dutong is dead!" ”

Authentic and fluent Manchurian dialect.

"Lord Totong is dead, Lord Totong is dead!"

Jiang Tiancheng and several soldiers of the Ming army also shouted after learning Kang Enbei's words.

Only the Manchurian dialect they are learning now is definitely not good, and it even sounds particularly "sandwiched", but in this chaos, who can distinguish the true from the false.

The night attack magnified the "offensive" of the Ming army, and the chaos intensified the panic of the Manchurian soldiers countless times.

Jiang Tiancheng and the others shouted while escorting Kang Enbei, a true tartar, in a direction that had not yet been affected by the chaos.

At this time, half of the bamboo cages were lit by fire, and the flames reflected the red sky, making the figures of the two warring sides extremely clear.

The wooden huts collapsed one after another with the sound of a thunderclap, and frightened horses and livestock ran around in the village.

A bull that had been snatched by Manchurian soldiers from a nearby stockade even rampaged through the crowd, knocking down several Manchurian soldiers and throwing a Ming soldier into the air.

Eventually, the bull plunged into a hut and was burned to death by the fire that had spread to him because his horns were stuck in the wood.

The raging fire drove away the cold of the night, and at the same time, the temperature in the village rose sharply.

The "pigtail soldiers" of the Ming army who bravely rushed to kill the Manchurian soldiers were all red, and the faces of the Manchurian pigtails who were cut down were also hot.

It didn't take long for the air to begin to fill the air with the smell of burnt corpses being roasted by the fire.

Behind Wang Wu, there were even more severed arms and stumps and corpses that fell to the ground unconscious.

The "knife forest" composed of dozens of long knives is like a wall, and it has been "moving horizontally" from the gate of the village to the deepest part of the wall.

Everywhere I went, there was only swinging, swinging, and swinging.

The Manchurian soldiers without armor were crushed by the forest of knives, and the Manchurian soldiers with armor were also cut off their limbs at the waist.

The Manchurian soldiers in the chaos were simply unable to form any effective resistance to the Ming army's broadsword team that came in a large scale.

Even if the size of this Ming army broadsword team is pitiful.

Kill Du Min!

Wang Wu only had Du Min's name in his mind, his right hand was trembling slightly, and the continuous slashing made his physical strength consume a lot, but the long knife was still tightly held in his hand.

Unless the hand is broken.

Not far away, a long beam from a room fell to the ground in the flames, sending smoke and dust everywhere below.

In the flames, a Manchurian soldier was crawling out with difficulty.

The clothes on his body were firmly stuck to his skin from the fire, and there was even smoke on his buttocks.

The braids were burned, the face was blackened, and the back was even more burned.

I can't tell if it's really full or ahah.

The desire to survive made this Manchurian soldier climb out of the fire with difficulty, and when he saw a team of pigtailed soldiers holding large knives in front of him, he instinctively stretched up his arms and tried to call for help.

As soon as the arm was raised, it snapped with a "horn click", and the broken bones "nailed" the Manchurian soldier to the ground full of blood.

Unable to move again.

Wang Wu didn't have any sympathy in his eyes, the Manchurian soldiers were in chaos all around, and he heard the shouts of Kang Enbei and others in his ears.

The cry of fright and weeping made Wang Wu nod his head in satisfaction with this true tartar again.

There is nothing to look down on.

In order to live, do not shudder.

The news of Dutong's death spread wildly in the air mixed with all kinds of unpleasant smells, causing every Manchurian soldier who heard the news to have a look of horror on their faces.

Some Manchurian soldiers who hurried behind the village even lost their confidence in fighting the incoming Ming army to the end after hearing the news, and ran over the fence towards the dark mountains and forests by night.

Where's Du Min?!

The "Knife Forest" is still moving forward.

The movement of the whole.

Swing a knife and take a breath.

Blood and fire, cold and heat, are intertwined in the depths of this Wushan Mountain.

A group of Manchurian soldiers, both in armor and without armor, collided with the "sword forest".

Without any roar, Wang Wu slashed hard at the Manchurian soldiers in front of him.

In the firelight, it was a childish face full of horror.

"Poof!"

The big knife went into the flesh and cut the bone, and the seventeen-year-old Tawang watched in a daze as a large knife was pulled out of his head.

The vision became blurred the moment the blood spurted out.

When the head hit the ground, the last thing that came to mind was Eniang's face.

More than a dozen broadswords were swung down, and several Manchurian soldiers fell to the ground at the same time.

All of them have young faces, and some even look thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Kill!"

Wang Wu still didn't have any sympathy.

Regardless of whether these Manchurian soldiers were young or juvenile, or in the prime of life or old age, they had only one identity in common - the enemy.

Obviously, these young Manchurian soldiers came to the battlefield to experience training, or their families arranged for them to come over to grab merit.

Because, after this battle, there was no Han anti-Qing war in Chinese mainland.

When several of their companions were cut down by the same pigtailed enemy, the remaining young Manchurian soldiers screamed at some point, and then a dozen of them turned around and ran away crying.

In them, there is no trace of the courage of their fathers to conquer China.

It's like a group of flowers in a greenhouse, wilting in an instant when the cold wind blows.

Du Min had already been alarmed, but he didn't think that Cizhulong was attacked by the Ming army at the first time, but thought that the two people who had just surrendered, Dang Shousu and Ta Tianbao, were making trouble with the surrendered troops.

"These damn old thieves, the court should listen to the words of the regent back then, and kill all the repeated old thieves!"

Du Min, who was angry and anxious, hurriedly ordered Goshha to summon Ye Bu and others, and ordered to gather the rout, no matter what, he could not let the old thief succeed.

But not long after Goshha was sent out to summon people, a voice was heard shouting that he was dead.

How did I die?!

Du Min looked ahead in astonishment, and he confirmed that it was the Manchurians, not the Han, who shouted that he was dead.

So, who is making his rumors!