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Just when the casualties on the Hanyang city wall were heavy and morale was low, everyone was discussing whether they should retreat across the Yangtze River to defend the city.
A large black flag with the word "Qin" on it appeared on the top of the city wall. It was mysterious and solemn, fluttering in the smoke.
When the soldiers on the top of the city saw the black flag, they suddenly fell silent. Then, they suddenly burst into a huge cheer. This cheer was like a substance, dispersing the smoke and dark clouds on the top of the city. The soldiers raised their swords and shields and shouted passionately.
"Master Qin!"
"Master Qin!"
"Master Qin!"
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Qin Mu was dressed in black armor and holding the Juque sword in his hand. Just like his black flag with the word "Qin" on it, he exuded a solemn and cold aura.
But Li Xiangjun beside him was wearing a heart-shaped silk dress with six pieces of Xiangshui skirt, light as a fairy, bright and beautiful;
The two people walked together, one in heavy black armor, the other elegant and bright. This extreme contrast between strength and softness created a strong visual impact.
After the two of them, Su Jin, Niu Wanshan, Niu Wanchuan, Liu Yongzhi and others were also fully armored and followed closely. All the soldiers on the city wall followed them closely.
Qin Mu stepped onto the high battlement with a sullen face, then turned around. In the distance behind him were the enemy's flags, the high sky, and the vast land of Jingchu. Close to him was his fluttering black flag.
Qin Mu suddenly pointed at Li Xiangjun and shouted to the soldiers on the top of the city wall: "Look, is she beautiful?"
Everyone was stunned. No one expected Qin Mu to ask this question. Out of respect for him, who would dare to make random comments about his woman? Only a few people answered "beautiful."
"There is no doubt that she is beautiful. Similarly, your wives and daughters are beautiful, every kind person is beautiful, and every inch of our Chinese land is beautiful. Now, they are all watching you from behind, hoping that you will defeat the enemy and protect them from being ravaged by the enemy."
"Now, I will bring my woman here, and let her stand on the top of the city with me and you. There is only one meaning: as long as people are there, the city will be there. If the city is destroyed, people will die!"
As Qin Mu finished speaking, earth-shaking shouts erupted from the top of the city again. All the soldiers gripped their swords and guns tightly, straightened their chests, and roared like thousands of tigers:
"If the city is destroyed, everyone will die!"
"If the city is destroyed, everyone will die!"
"If the city is destroyed, everyone will die!"
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After boosting morale, Qin Mu and his generals entered the tower of the north gate. He immediately said, "There are only 10,000 troops left in Wuchang. Ajige has sent troops to try to cross the river just in case. Wuchang is unlikely to withdraw troops to reinforce Hanyang. But Hanyang must not be lost, otherwise the Qing army can immediately cross the Yangtze River from Yadanzhou and capture Wuchang Prefecture."
"Don't worry, sir. I will defend Hanyang to the death." Liu Yongzhi answered resolutely. He was originally a surrendered general, and Qin Mu gave him the first battle, which was a great trust in him. He had nothing to say, and the only thing he could do was to die in return.
"It is not enough to just have the determination to defend the city. We cannot just focus on defending the city. I placed Su Jin in Hanyang City to combine offense with defense. Only in this way can we ensure that Hanyang is not lost."
After hearing Qin Mu's words, Niu Wanchuan, who had been training hard in Su Jin's army for nearly two years and could no longer hold back, said in a loud voice: "Sir, I request to go into battle."
Qin Mu waved his hand and said, "We must attack, but we must not be carried away by passion. We must remain calm. I am not trying to boost the morale of others and destroy our own prestige. Under normal circumstances, you are no match for the Tartars in terms of riding and archery. It would be foolish to rush into battle. We must first use the city defense battle to wear down the Tartars, and then it is time for the cavalry to counterattack."
Just as he said this, the sound of horns came from the city again, and the Tartars launched a new round of attack.
At this time, a strong wind began to blow from the gloomy sky, and sand and rocks flew everywhere, making the sky dark. The sand hit the faces of the Qin soldiers on the top of the city, causing pain and making it difficult to open their eyes.
The Tatars took advantage of the strong wind and rushed towards the top of the city wall, howling. The gongs and drums on the top of the city wall roared like thunder.
The soldiers fought back bravely, raising stones and battering rams, and smashing them hard at the Tartars under the city. The Tartars shot arrows, and some Qin soldiers were shot in the face by arrowheads, which penetrated their bones... ...
The fierce battle of blood and fire, the struggle between life and death, the howling and shouting, once again shook the city of Hanyang.
To make matters worse, before the strong wind had passed, rain began to fall from the gloomy sky, rendering the Qin army unable to use most of their firearms. They could only rely on the swords and guns in their hands to fight the fierce Tartars.
Above and below the city, there was a cold rain and a chilly wind, the horses neighed, the voices of men were like a tide, the strong grass was broken, the trees were blown by the wind and rain, the enemy and our armies fought fiercely, and the mountains and rivers were also dizzy. The momentum was so great that it was enough to split the rivers and thunder and lightning.
Due to the blurry vision caused by wind and rain, and the loss of firearms that were most beneficial for defense, the situation became increasingly unfavorable for the Qin army on the city wall.
Fierce Tatars kept rushing up to the top of the city walls, roaring like lions and tigers, swinging their swords and slashing fiercely. In single combat, the Qin soldiers were often defeated by those tall and fierce Tatars.
Especially those white-armored soldiers who were good at killing people like flies, often fighting one against five, and forcing the besieging Qin army to retreat step by step, with heavy casualties.
Seeing that Liu Yongzhi had even sent out the reserve troops, the situation was still precarious. Even Su Jin could no longer hold back and resolutely asked for a fight: "Sir, let the cavalry attack."
"Wait a little longer." Qin Mu gritted his teeth and tried to stay calm. "Send the order to Lin Shaoxing's firearms battalion to replace their weapons with swords and guns. Fight wherever there is danger. Go quickly."
Li Xiangjun on the side said nothing and looked at Qin Mu worriedly.
Qin Mu, dressed in black armor, was like an ice-cold sculpture, looking at the battlefield with resolute eyes. In his eyes, there was no life or death, nobility or humbleness, only two words, and that was victory.
Qin Mu had been on the tower, with his black flag fluttering in the wind and rain. The soldiers were determined, and despite the unfavorable situation and heavy casualties, they still gritted their teeth and persevered;
The big black flag gave the soldiers great courage. After they no longer felt fear, the skills they had practiced hard in the past gradually came into play. The cooperation between the five and ten teams began to become closer and closer, and they gradually reversed the decline.
Qin Mu suddenly closed his steel mask and shouted in a deep voice: "Cavalry Battalion, follow me to fight!"
"My Lord, you can't..."
Clang! The Juque sword suddenly came out of its sheath and pointed directly at Niu Wanshan's throat.
Qin Mu said coldly: "The fighter plane is ready to attack. If you dare to say one more word, I will kill you without mercy."
"I am waiting here for Qin Lang's triumphant return." Li Xiangjun looked at Qin Mu's back as he walked out of the city wall, lowered her skirt and bowed gracefully, with her deep affection all over her eyes.
When Qin Mu led a group of tiger generals down, she slowly took out a dagger from her bosom and placed it on the low table beside her. She had already decided that she would follow him even if it meant death.
She had promised Qin Mu that she would play a piece of "General's Order" for him. Now, it was time. She took the pipa and flicked it with her jade fingers. The sound was like cracking jade, piercing through the sounds of fighting on the top of the city.
Outside the tower, the sky was filled with rain and haze, the sky was roaring, and the earth had changed color;
As Li Xiangjun's music gradually rose, the north gate of Hanyang opened with a bang, a large black flag pierced through the boundless wind and rain, and a figure in full black armor rode a neighing warhorse and rushed out without hesitation.
Behind him, a black iron stream rolled forward, tearing through the rain curtain and rushing towards the enemy.
The sound of the pipa is like a torrential rain, the sound of the horse's hooves is like thunder, a song of "General's Order", a life-and-death battle. The blending of the two makes the Yangtze River surge and the sound shakes the city of Hanyang.
The Qing army obviously did not expect that there was still a cavalry of 5,000 men in the precarious Hanyang City, and the dark wind and rain concealed the Qin army's presence. The Manchu general Jituo on the distant mountain did not see any cavalry leaving the city at all.
The iron hooves as big as bowls hit the ground like raindrops, splashing up puddles of water and blood.
"kill!"
Qin Mu held the Juque sword in his hand, and he was as fierce as a tiger and his horse as fast as a dragon, and he rushed into the enemy formation attacking the city with a black torrent. A Tartar in white armor picked up a spear and stabbed at him diagonally without fear of death.
"Bang!" Qin Mu blocked with the iron shield in his left hand, and the Juque sword slashed down wildly with the momentum of the warhorse. The sword light was like a silk thread, and it cut through the bottom edge of the enemy's helmet. A burst of enchanting blood flower shot up into the sky, and the enemy's head flew out.
The brothers Niu Wanshan and Niu Wanchuan are excellent in martial arts, as strong as bulls, and have practiced cavalry and combat for two years. At this moment, they are like two door gods rushing on both sides of Qin Mu.
One held a huge golden mace, the other held a heavy lance, the horses were spurring, the enemies were numerous, but Niu Wanchuan roared like thunder, the huge golden mace slashed down violently, bang! In an instant, the iron shield in the hand of a Tartar was smashed into pieces, the Tartar could not withstand the huge impact, and flew backwards with blood spurting out;
Here, Niu Wanshan wielded a long lance and swept across, sweeping down the enemies with a roar. A black iron stream rushed past, and under the trampling of countless iron hooves, the corpses were shattered into pieces and turned into mud.
There were urgent sounds of pipa and harmonious ringing of gongs and drums on the city wall. The delicate figure stood in the city gate tower, her long skirt blown by the wind and rain. She looked anxiously for the figure in black armor. The boundless wind and rain were not as deep as her love.
Under the fierce charge of the cavalry, the Tatars attacking the city fled out of the city one after another, looking like ants running for their lives in a flood.
The cheers from the city walls were like turbid waves that emptied into the sky. Flags were waving on the city walls in the wind and rain, and morale was as high as a rainbow.
At this time, Jituo on the high slope in the distance had reacted and immediately led 3,000 Jurchen cavalry to rush towards the battlefield. The earth was shaking under the beating of countless iron hooves, the mountains and rivers were cracked, and the river was boiling.
Qin Mu led the black iron stream behind him and plowed back and forth fiercely in the infantry formation of the Tartars attacking the city. Then he left behind the broken corpses on the ground, pointed the giant sword and shouted, "Charge!" The warhorse neighed and rushed towards the Tartar cavalry.
In the rain, the Tatars' bows and arrows were difficult to use, and their most proud riding and archery skills were greatly reduced. This was the best time to fight a life-and-death battle with the Tatar cavalry.
His dark banner accelerated again, tearing through the dark rain curtain, and with a vast black iron stream, it rushed straight into the heart of the enemy... ... ... .
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ps: Crossing the Yangtze River with a sword, the sound of killing spreads through Hanyang. War needs passion, and Haoyuan needs encouragement.
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.(To be continued..)
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