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Jirgalang looked at the increasingly unfavorable situation on the battlefield and was so scared that this Yuan Manzi and his subordinates were so crazy.

Sweat was flowing downwards all over his face, Jirgalang looked back at the direction of the camp again, and a sense of fear enveloped his whole body. There were infantrymen in the Ming Dynasty who came to rescue him. In other words, the thing he had forgotten and had ignored seemed to be getting closer and closer. Now that the battlefield has become like this, he cannot tolerate his hands.

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By the way, shooting oneself in the foot means that this is the current situation.

The fortifications of the fortifications that besieged Songshan Fort were too large, and the Later Jin did not have enough troops to guard these fortifications everywhere.

Fireworks have risen from these fortifications, and the tents and fortifications that are not guarded by no one can stop the Ming Dynasty's official army from setting fires on them.

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"Fire..." The cannon had already been pushed from Songshan Fort to the front of the Tartar camp. With a fire, the cannon was ignited, and the cannon was roaring towards the Tartar camp.

Behind were the solemn infantrymen. It was undoubtedly a delusion to attack these infantrymen through the trenches and tunnels.

The Later Jin, who was guarding the camp, had no choice but to allow cannons to bombard the camp. The troops in his hands were very limited, and he could only watch the four Ming Dynasty officials and soldiers set fire. It was obviously unrealistic to compare the infantry attacks and defenses with the Ming Dynasty.

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"Sir, look!" Yuan Chonghuan was devoted to the morale-boosting cause. He was reminded by a guard and then quickly looked in the direction the guard pointed.

"Okay!" Seeing the black smoke rising, Yuan Chonghuan knew that he had won.

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"Reinforcements have arrived!"

"Reinforcements are here!"

"Reinforcements have arrived..."

“…The Tartar camp caught fire…”

On the battlefield, these rising black smoke was like a powerful shot of stimulant, which immediately made the exhausted Ming Dynasty official army feel energetic.

"Boom..." There were a few more cannons.

"…The Tartar camp started fighting..."

"...The Tartar camp started fighting..." On the battlefield, the Ming Dynasty's official troops were filled with joy.

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"Master, the camp has started fighting, what should I do?" An inner Jin slave asked Jiergalang in horror.

Jiergalang also looked at the direction of the camp in horror. The black smoke rising was in the direction of the camp. The sound of artillery just now was not firing on Songshan Fort, but firing near the camp. There were no cannons in Dajin. In other words, the Ming Dynasty was attacking the camp, and Jiergalang's face turned black in an instant. Not only Jiergalang changed color, but the people around Jiergalang also changed color. The reinforcements from the Ming Dynasty arrived, and in an instant, the entire battlefield was shaken.

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"Madman!!" Yuan Chonghuan heard the rumbling cannons and immediately raised the sword in his hand and shouted "Madman" that after fighting for such a long time, victory was finally coming.
Chapter completed!