The two soldiers of the Ming army who fired, as if everything that happened in the city had nothing to do with them, were lowering their heads and quickly reloading ammunition.
The voice of the rivers and lakes sounded again: "Brothers of the Han army, there are two less Mongolians. Only you bravely pick up the swords and guns in your hands and cut off the heads of the Mongolians. You will immediately become the heroes of the Ming Dynasty. Don’t hesitate. Hurry up, this is the last chance."
There were originally five Mongolian soldiers on the front of the city. Two Mongolian soldiers were leaning down. They were observing the two Mongolians who fell on the ground. There was also a Mongolian soldier leaning against the parapet wall. He was angrily facing the Ming army. The soldiers let go of arrows, yelling, and cursing some foul language that Ming soldiers didn't understand.
The two Ming army soldiers had loaded the ammunition, they gestured with their eyes, and both raised their guns to aim at the city.
"Bang, bang."
With two more gunshots, the third Mongolian soldier collapsed.
The rivers and lakes were already too shocked to speak. In the blink of an eye, the Ming army shot and killed three Mongolian soldiers, but the Mongolian soldiers on the front of the city were unable to fight back. No wonder that even Yue Tuo was rushed to Horqin by the Ming army. Up.
The soldiers of the Ming Army glared fiercely at the rivers and lakes before he reacted: "Brothers of the Han Army, the opportunities are running out, act quickly! Use your swords to bravely stab the Mongolian soldiers and cut off their heads. , You will return to Daming’s embrace, and the days of establishing slaves and the Mongols bullying us will be gone forever."
"You should know that Guangning has been surrounded by Daming's army. You only have this way. This is your only chance to save yourself."
The remaining two Mongolian soldiers finally understood that their companions were dead, under the guns of the Ming army.
They no longer dared to stick their heads out of the parapet wall, but lay on the crenels, secretly observing the two Ming soldiers under the city.
Jianghu's voice was already hoarse, but his words really worked.
More than a dozen Han soldiers on the front of the city exchanged glances constantly. They were the defenders of the city, and they had long been holding knives and guns in their hands.
The two Mongolian soldiers were lying on the crevice of the city wall with their backs facing them, and the back of their heads were less than three steps away from the nearest scimitar. This was an excellent opportunity.
A Han soldier shook the bright scimitar in his hand. He looked at the Mongolian soldier. He looked at the scimitar for self-help. He didn't dare to do it. He had seen the ferocity of the Mongolian soldier. Once he missed it, he would definitely It was frantically counterattacked by the Mongolians.
Although there were only two Mongolian soldiers left, and in the grief and fear of losing his companion, he was still afraid.
However, if someone starts, someone will go further.
The two bolder Han soldiers winked at each other. They held their breath and bowed like cats catching mice. They approached the Mongolian soldiers gently. Although the other Han soldiers could see them Their actions, but they cooperated with them motionlessly.
Perhaps it was induction. When they came behind the Mongolian soldier, they were hesitating whether to swing a knife and cut down. A Mongolian soldier happened to look back.
"you… "
The two Han soldiers were terrified. They were dumbfounded, barely obedient.
Conditional launch.
Their minds were stunned, but they forgot to be afraid in their hearts. They all used twelve points of strength.
The two scimitars were raised high and slashed at the necks of the two Mongolian soldiers.
The movements of his hands were mechanical and stiff, but if it were to kill, it would be enough.
The Mongolian soldier, who was still observing the city, heard his companion talking. He was about to turn his head. The scimitar had already slashed behind his head. He had no defense, no dodge or resistance.
"Click." The scimitar slashed at the back of his neck impartially, and the vertebrae were completely broken.
The scimitar cuts in from the back of the neck, but passes out from the front.
The Mongolian soldier’s head was chopped off directly, and he fell to the ground with a "puff", and then rolled twice. Under the friction of the ground, the moving lips relaxed, but his eyes were still wide, and he was nostalgic. Glancing at this chaotic world.
A plume of blood rose into the sky, first flew into the sky, and then fell sharply under the action of gravity, spraying the faces of nearby Han soldiers.
His body was still lying on the parapet wall, fingers supporting the mud in the crenellation, until the blood almost ran out, his body slowly fell back, lying on his back on the ground, and entertained with his dead companions.
The other Mongolian soldier was facing the blade of the Han soldier. He instinctively flashed, his body turned, the blade was cut on his shoulder, deeply embedded in his scapula.
The blade was stuck in the shoulder blade and couldn't be pulled out for a while, so the soldiers of the Han army had to let go.
The Mongolian soldier let out a miserable roar. He held back the pain and slammed the wooden bow in his hand on the face of the Han soldier, and his right hand had already pulled out the machete on his waist.
"Kill him."
A low-pitched voice broke through the air and echoed around the Mongolian soldiers.
More than a dozen Han soldiers gathered around and surrounded the Mongolian soldier in the core.
The Mongolian soldier didn't care about the scimitar embedded in his shoulder blades, but rushed towards the front Han soldiers. As long as the front Han soldiers retreated, he could rush out from the breach.
The Han soldiers on the front were really frightened by his aura, and they backed down to the left and right.
The Mongolian soldier was secretly triumphant: Han soldiers were really idiots. Only by such a fright, they could blaze a trail.
"puff."
A machete stabbed from the left side like a long sword and plunged deeply into his waist. The pierced Han soldier was worried about being counterattacked, and had abandoned the knife and retreated, observing the reaction of the Mongolian soldier.
The Mongolian soldier stroked the hilt at his waist and eyes, he had given up his plan to escape. He knew that even if he could escape the encirclement of the Han soldiers, he would not be able to escape the speed of blood flow, and he would never escape back to the barracks.
He no longer felt pain, his whole body froze there, just motionless, and suddenly, with a "clam", the machete in his right hand fell to the ground.
"puff."
Another scimitar was pierced from his back, and the tip of the knife with blood thread leaking out from the chest, the blood thread rolled on the tip of the knife like dew.
The Mongolian soldier looked down at the tip of the knife on his chest, which was turning rapidly.
"what… "
The Mongolian soldier finally let out a scream, tilted his body to the right, and fell straight to the ground with a "puff". The blood emerging from his body was smashed into countless fragments...
"We killed Mongolian soldiers! We killed Mongolian soldiers!"
I don't know how long it took, a young Han soldier lay on the parapet and yelled at the city in a hysterical voice, as if he finally saw his relatives after being overwhelmed.
"Kill the Mongolian soldiers?" Jianghu recalled, "Very well, you redeemed yourself, but the gunfire on the city and the screams of Mongolian soldiers will soon attract more Mongolian soldiers. Now Hurry up and open the city gate, lower the suspension bridge, and let the Ming army enter the city. Only the Ming army can deal with the Mongolian soldiers in the city."
The soldiers of the Han army on the front of the city are puppets, and in the words of Jianghu, it is the thin thread that touches the puppets.
The city gate squeaked and slowly opened. Two Han soldiers stood inside the city gate cave, waiting to lead the way for the Ming army soldiers. The suspension bridge is like the rainbow extending to heaven, slowly falling in front of Du Wenhuan.
"Hurry into the city and occupy the city gate to prevent the Mongolian soldiers from counterattack."
The Ming army rode directly into Guangning without dismounting. There are more than 1,000 cavalry in Du Wenhuan, plus the 2,000 infantry in the original besieged city. There are more than 3,000 soldiers in total, almost the strength of one brigade.
After the infantry entered the city, they all jumped off their horses, armed with flintlocks, and formed a large "C" shape around the city gate to protect the city gate.
The cavalry was still sitting on the horse, guarded on either side of the infantry.
Du Wenhuan walked up to the top of the city. The corpses of five Mongolian soldiers were stacked on top of each other. The wounds were still bleeding. The blood was flowing from the top of the city to the bottom of the city along the ditches on the ground. More than a dozen soldiers of the Han army looked at Daming's new place uneasyly. military.
"You killed the Mongols? You also opened the gates?"
"Yes, General, we are making atonement for ourselves." A soldier of the Han Army who was over forty years old punched Du Wenhuan and fell forward sharply.
"Yeah." Du Wenhuan nodded, his gaze swept across the faces of the Han soldiers, "Originally, you were Da Ming sinners, but you have expressed your repentance with practical actions. I will spare you all your sins. In all things at the head of the city, we will be rewarded by meritorious deeds. Now, we are going to eliminate the Mongolian soldiers in the city. Who of you will show us the way?"
"Me, me, me."
The Han soldiers raised their right hands one after another.
Du Wenhuan left three hundred soldiers to guard the city gate, and divided two groups of soldiers to seize the east and west city gates, to meet the Ming army outside the city. The remaining two thousand soldiers, all under the guidance of the Han soldiers, rushed to the Mongolian army. camp.
The Mongols’ camp is in the southeast of Quang Ninh, and their main purpose is to guard against Daming in the south.
The intensive gunfire at the northern gate obviously alarmed the Mongolian soldiers in the camp. Not long after Du Wenhuan traveled, he encountered a group of defenders of Guangning City, with two hundred infantrymen in front and fifty cavalrymen behind.
"Ready to shoot."
Du Wenhuan didn't ask who came. Anyone who blocked the way of the Ming army was the enemy of the Ming army and must be eliminated resolutely.
"The generals and the infantry are all Han." Jianghu was originally the Han soldiers in the city, and was very familiar with the Mongolian and Han army's costumes in the city.
"Han?" Du Wenhuan took a closer look and found that the cavalry had leather armor, but the infantry didn't have any. Then he believed Jianghu's words, "You try to shout."
Jianghu swallowed his mouth and spit, moistened his throat first, and then shouted to the Han soldiers in a hoarse voice: "The Han army brothers on the opposite side, I am the rivers and lakes of the Han army. A large number of Ming troops have entered the city. Don't make unnecessary resistance. , Don’t give your life to Jian slaves and the Mongols anymore, turn your knife around and return to Daming’s embrace!”
Among the Han soldiers on the opposite side, there were obviously some who knew Jianghu, and their pace became hesitant.
"Brothers of the Han army, the whole army has been wiped out by Mianhongqi. Yuetuo escaped on his horse alone. Look, are there any soldiers who built slaves in the city? Mianhongqi is gone, and the Jurchens are gone. What are we going to fight? ?"
"Use your machete to cut off the heads of the Mongols. You are the men of merit." Jianghu's voice is about to get stuck, but the Han soldiers have no intention of fighting the Mongols at all. "Well, you guys. If you dare not kill the Mongols, then step aside, open your eyes, and see how the Mongol soldiers disappeared in front of the Ming army."
"If you don't listen to the advice and continue to work for the Mongols, the Ming army will also aim at you." Jianghu was disappointed. The Han people's fear of Jurchens and Mongols cannot be changed in a day. He touched it with his hand. Touching my throat, I can do it all.