At midnight, Liu Kui and Li Xing's first brigade finally rushed to the outside of Ningyuan City.
In order to avoid the suspicion of the soldiers on the front of the city, Li Xing's army was hidden behind the slope about a thousand steps away from the city wall, and only a dozen soldiers followed Liu Kui to the north city gate.
"Listen to the soldiers in the city. I'm Liu Kui from Niulu of the Han Army." Liu Kui shouted to the soldiers at the head of the city in Mongolian.
"Liu Kui? Didn't you really go to the front of the camp?" The Mongolian soldier on the head of the city obviously knew Liu Kui, but he was very puzzled, "Why did you show up here?"
"Bakshi really ordered me to come back." Liu Kui calmly said loudly to the Mongolian soldiers on the city.
"Uh really? What are you doing when you come back? Aren't you a deserter?" The Mongolian soldier's tone was quite disdainful, and he was fighting with his companions haha.
"I'm telling you, you really asked me to come back, quickly open the city gate." With Bakshi's waist card in hand, Liu Kui's courage became stronger.
The Mongolian soldier was quite disapproving: "You said that you are really destined to come back, what proof do you have?"
"I have a real waist card." Liu Kui hoped that Bakshi's waist card could suffocate these useless Mongolian soldiers.
"What the hell did you come back for?" The Mongolian soldier yawned, looking like he had just woke up.
"Eh really said it, let me say to yours myself, you quickly put down the suspension bridge and let me enter the city." Liu Kui's voice increased three times.
"Then let's put down the hanging basket first, you put the real waist card up first, let's see if it's true." The Mongolian soldier looked like he was doing business.
Soon, the waist card was hung on the top of the city.
The Mongolian soldiers knew that it was Bakshi’s waist card, and they stopped mocking Liu Kui: "Uh really want to deliver the letter, why don't you send his personal soldiers?"
"The battle ahead is tight. We are all injured and can no longer participate in the battle, so E Zhen sent us to deliver the letter." Liu Kui wanted to dispel the guard mentality of the Mongolian soldiers. "Maybe E Zhen thinks we are not brave enough on the battlefield."
How can these Han people be so stupid? The Mongolian soldiers were happy, but they just didn't open the city gate: "You want to enter the city, we can't be the master, we must go back and tell us the truth."
"Then you hurry up, the military will not be delayed." Liu Kui was slightly disappointed, it seems that the idea of opening the city gate directly fell through.
A Mongolian soldier left the gate and walked into the city.
Liu Kui began to talk to the Mongolian soldiers at the head of the city. "I said, Noble Mongolian Anda, why are you only two of you guarding the city gate tonight?"
"Who is your Anda?" The Mongolian soldier felt insulted when he was called a brother by the Han. "Who said we only have two? We are three."
Liu Kui was overjoyed. There were only three Mongolian soldiers at the top of the city. As long as they opened the city gate, there would not be enough soldiers from the First Army to cram their teeth between their teeth. "You only have three. What if the great army comes?"
The Mongolian soldier on the front of the city said angrily: "Although we have only three people, we can be worth thirty or three hundred Han Chinese. Besides, Bakshi is really confronting the Han Chinese in the south. Can they fly here or not? "
Liu Kui was overjoyed, and exchanged glances with the soldiers of the First Brigade in the dark.
The Mongolian soldier who reported the news came back soon, "We really said that the night is already late and the situation outside the city is unknown. Let us use a hanging basket to hang you up one by one."
"Huh?" Liu Kui was shocked. If this is the case, the soldiers of the first brigade would not be able to enter the city. Once the Mongols saw strange faces, they would definitely arrest them one by one as a meticulous work. "We have more than a dozen. Personally, when will it be hanging?"
"We don't care about this. You love to make progress." The Mongolian soldiers made no concessions. "If you are willing to blow the air under the city and talk to our shaman, we will not object."
Liu Kui quickly figured it out, and then shook hands with the soldiers of the First Army, with a wink indicating that they were waiting patiently in the city.
The gondola came down, and Liu Kui was the first to sit on it. The Mongolian soldiers on the top of the city pulled up the rope of the gondola and arrived at the top of the city in a while.
"Anda, you have worked hard!" Liu Kui greeted the three Mongolian soldiers one by one. At the same time, his eyes were looking around in the night, and he didn't find any bright or dark whistles.
"Who is your Anda?" A Mongolian soldier glared at Liu Kui. It seemed that he should be the leader of the three Mongolian soldiers.
"Yes, yes, you are not my Anda, you are my master." Liu Kui immediately changed his words.
Two more Han soldiers were hung up to the head of the city, and the Mongolian soldiers pulling the rope began to pant.
The leader of the Mongolian soldier pointed to the Han soldier and said to Liu Kui: "Liu Kui, let your men pull the rope. Our noble Mongolian soldier needs a rest."
"My soldier? My soldiers are all wounded!" Liu Kui was unwilling.
"No, it won't work if you are injured, Changshengtian blesses, the noble Mongolian soldiers are tired." The Mongolian soldier shook his head and looked at the night sky again. It seems that Changshengtian is taking care of them in the night.
"The noble Mongolian soldiers are invincible. They are blessed by the eternal life. They won't get tired so quickly!" Liu Kui was still worried about the injuries of the Han soldiers.
"Let you pull it, you have to pull it, how can there be so much nonsense?" The Mongolian soldier leader pressed the handle of the knife, and if there was a big discrepancy, he would draw his sword and face each other.
Liu Kui had to compromise: "This is good. This time my wounded soldiers pull the ropes to let the noble Mongolian soldiers rest. Next time, let the noble Mongolian soldiers pull the ropes and let my wounded soldiers have a rest?"
The words "Wounded Soldier" are particularly harsh, and they really ordered to come back with Bakshi's forehead. The leader of the Mongolian soldier nodded his head, but muttered: "For your Han Tofu Army, let the noble Mongolian soldiers suffer. ."
In the night, Liu Kui lowered his head and sneered.
The two wounded Han soldiers who had already been on the top of the city were forced to pull a rope to pull up the wounded Han soldiers below. Due to too much force, the wounds were stretched open, and the bandages on their bodies were bleeding.
They gritted their teeth, ignoring the wiping of the blood, and with a single stroke, they finally pulled the Han soldiers in the gondola up to the head of the city.
Including Liu Kui, there were already four Han soldiers on the front of the city, and Liu Kui shook hands with them one by one.
This time it was the Mongolian soldier's turn to pull the rope.
A Han soldier sits in the gondola. Two Mongolian soldiers have just tightened the rope. Liu Kui and a Han soldier hug their thighs.
The Mongolian soldier was shocked: "What are you doing?"
But they were holding their hands on the ropes and couldn't get out at all. No matter how clever wrestling methods were, they couldn't use any strength at this time.
The Mongolian soldier knew very well in his heart, but his body did not listen. Their legs were lifted by Liu Kui and the Han soldiers, their chests pressed against the top of the parapet wall, their hands were wrapped around the ropes of the hanging basket, and they couldn't move at all.
"Throw." Liu Kui shouted.
The two pushed the two Mongolian soldiers forward, and the Mongolian soldiers flew out of the city like a bungee jump.
"Gudong, Gudong!"
Two dull noises passed up the city, and the Mongolian soldiers under the city were silent.
"You Han dogs, if you want to rebel?" The only Mongolian soldier leader left on the front of the city finally noticed the abnormality. He pulled out the scimitar on his waist as if it were a condition to fire, and prepared to rush towards Liu Kui.
It was too late, two identical scimitars, one behind the other, penetrated through his upper body, and showed bloody knife tips from the other side of his body.
"Ah-ah..." the Mongolian soldier leader screamed again and again, and he didn't understand until his death, why these Han soldiers attacked them.
He had no time and energy to think, he was used to killing, and he used the strength of the milk to slash the machete in his hand to the Han soldier in front of him.
His strength was surprisingly great. The entire arm of the Han soldier was chopped off, and the blood quickly enveloped his eyes like mist, and then quickly dispersed.
The front chest of the Mongolian soldier leader was soaked with a pungent smell of blood, and he couldn't figure out whether his blood was flowing or the blood of Han soldiers splashed on him.
"Quickly, solve him first, don't disturb the other Mongols." Liu Kui said as he surrounded another Han soldier.
The Han soldier who attacked from behind was trembling. Hearing Liu Kui's words, he was heartbroken. He twisted his wrist holding the handle of the knife. The machete shredded the internal organs of the Mongolian soldier's leader, and then pulled out a bend. Knife.
Blood, like an oil well, spurts forward and backward.
The leader of the Mongolian soldier once again screamed like a wolf, and then fell heavily to the ground. In the darkness, countless drops of blood fell on Liu Kui's underwear.
Liu Kui was still not at ease. He drew out his machete and slashed hard to cut off the leader of the Mongolian soldier.
Murder kills.
"Quickly, put down the suspension bridge and open the city gate." Liu Kui was more calm than the other two Han soldiers. He knew that Mongolian soldiers in the city could come to the city gate at any time, and it was not the time to celebrate.
After being awakened by the soldiers in Ningyuan, the Mongolian Niulu Erzhen Hu Wuerzha got out of bed in his clothes. He couldn't understand why Bakshi Erzhen, who has always distrusted the Han people, sent the Han people back to deliver the letter. Could it be his cronies Are all caught by the Ming army
Almost all the defenders in Ningyuan City were taken away by Bakshi, and only one of his Mongolian cattle was left.
Bakshi has brought more than five hundred people. If the war is unfavorable, what can his record of 100 people be
Hu Wuerzha's heart became tighter and tighter, pacing up and down under the dim light, as if several screams came from the night breeze.
"No, these Han troops must be meticulous." Hu Wuercha suddenly woke up. He rubbed his eyes and called out his soldiers in the room: "Everyone get up, and immediately follow me to the North City Gate."
At the North City Gate, Liu Kui and two Han soldiers are preparing to put the suspension bridge.
Ning Yuan is indeed a strong city. Not only is the city wall tall and thick, but the ropes of the suspension bridge are thick chains. One end of the iron chain was connected to the suspension bridge, and the other end was originally connected to the turntable, but the turntable has been in disrepair for a long time and has been severely rusted. The slaves couldn't repair them, so they gave up the turntable, and they tied the iron chain directly to the iron rod.
Jiannu fastened the iron chains very firmly. Liu Kui and the three were wounded soldiers, especially the soldiers who had just pulled the gondola above the city. The wound had been severely bleeding and they were unable to untie the thick iron chain.