"Can't wait any longer!"

Zhukutu and four first-levelers were still 50 steps away from the horse village wall. Not far behind were the formation and the dozen vests that responded to them. The further away was the formation of the central army, the remaining vests and armor on the official road, Yu Ding Baoyi and more than 150 people.

Judging from the battle situation ahead, Zhukutu and others were in great moods, from heroic spirit to fear, three snails and three shouts, and Niulu's warriors still stopped at the intersection of the road for more than a dozen steps away.

Seeing the smoke over there, the smoke filled the fort and the intersections inside and outside the fort. The white fog was looming, the figures of soldiers fighting on both sides, arrows soaring from time to time, guns were heard like muffled thunder, and shrill shouts were heard at times.

It is obvious that our side is weak in the future. Although the sound of guns and cannons in the village wall has become weak, the warriors still cannot suppress them and cannot create conditions for the four first-line climbers.

"Zhukutu, hurry up!" The vest behind was already urging, and Zhuangda, the leader, even glared at them, and the arrows on the big arch were drawn straight at them.

The four first-levelers were hesitant, and the blood mist that flew in front of them from time to time, and the corpses on the road, and the wailing of the wounded thrust on the ground.

Moreover, after the three snails, everyone's previous heroism dissipated almost the same. Do you need to go in again?

But if they don't rush forward, the four men may be shot and killed by the vests behind them on the spot.

Zhukutu makes a point, maybe another try, and the fort in front can be taken down!

Moreover, the smoke was filled with smoke and unclear vision, which was their best cover.

"Kill!" Zhukutu put his shield on his left arm, took out the iron hook, and rushed towards the intersection of the road. The remaining three first-handers waved the iron hook and followed closely. The sound of hooves roared, and more than a dozen vests followed. In the smoke of gunpowder, they rushed towards the corner of the village wall like ghosts.

"Arrow cover!" On the road, behind four broken shield cars, the remaining Qing archers and the Bingjia men were greatly motivated, and they followed the horses and rushed towards the entrance. On the other side, the raindrop-like arrows and flying axes were projected to cover the warriors to climb the city first.

According to the Qing army's tactics of climbing the city, four people climbed first, and sixteen people climbed in succession. The rest helped them. The Eight Banners attacked countless cities. This tactic has formed an instinct, and the cooperation between comrades is very tacit.

The sound of hooves roared, and the dirty and messy snow was rushing into the smoke. The rope in his hand danced "frozenly", and the iron hook on it turned, and a cold iron light was shining.

He let his horse run wildly, and he ran away for more than fifty steps away. He rushed into the hole, only twenty steps wide on both sides. Under the slope wall was a deep trench. There were layers of red-resisted forts placed beside the trench, and the trench was covered with sharp wooden thorns, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat.

In a quick glance, the corners of the smoke were filled with stacks of sacks, which might not be firmly built. Zhukutu ran a few more steps into the hole. With the horse's stance, the iron hook in his hand flew out with a "sudden" sound, and the rope was accurately hooked on the stone-built inner layer of the village wall on the left, making a "ding" sound of iron and stone clashing.

He roared and jumped away from the horse. His heavy body, dressed in iron cotton armor, was almost avoiding the rue deer fort beside the trench. He grabbed the rope with both hands and stepped heavily on the slope ahead.

As soon as he slipped under his feet, Zhukutu almost fell to the trench below.

Damn Nanman, he poured water on the outside of the village wall and on the ramps. It was frozen solid and slippery, covered with frost, and it was really difficult to climb.

Fortunately, he has rich experience in climbing walls, and his slim shoes were stomping on some edges and corners, blushing, holding on to the ropes, and crawling up with all his strength.

The "jingle" sound of the iron hook hooking inside the village wall was constantly, and the remaining three first climbers rushed in, threw the iron hook up, jumped off the horse's back, and climbed up. More than a dozen vests followed, and they used their horsepower to throw out the iron hook and climbed towards the village wall on both sides of the entrance. Under the inner wall city, there were neighing sounds of horses bearing the force and resisting pressure.

...

On the inner wall city, Zhang Songtao was calming down, Guan Feng and Li E were beside him without a sound, gritting his teeth hard. The thirteen riders next to him, either holding white wax poles or holding thick-backed goose feather knife tightly, without making any sound.

Around them, around the three sides of the inner city, there were densely lurking the six general square shields and spearmen. In addition to the thirty spearmen who were good at throwing ten thousand enemies, the rest were summoned. They almost threw ten thousand enemies, but they could still throw gray bottles.

Twenty gunmen were still arranged here, and the thirteen sword, shield, winged tiger and gunmen who were patrolling the surrounding area were summoned like a thunderous gunman. They were lurking quietly, waiting to order General Zhang Songtao to give the Tartars a thunderous blow!

Zhang Songtao quietly peeked at the movement below, holding his hands high, and the Tartar arrows were like raindrops shooting up, and there were also many flying axes and iron bones thrown in, accompanied by heavy javelins that screamed.

Everyone was lurking quietly, from time to time, someone was shot, shot by arrows, and hit by the flying axe and iron bones. They didn't sound a word, and the rescue team also came quietly and carried them down.

Suddenly, Zhang Songtao's eyes widened, his thick and black face turned red. He waved his right arm with force and roared: "Send the gray bottle!"

About fifty square shield soldiers and spearmen who were grey bottles roared, stood up together, and took a step forward, throwing the grey bottles in their hands into the ramp opening.

The sound of the crocks breaking continuously, the lime powder spreads, and the pungent white fog instantly covered the holes below.

The shrill screams accompanied by the horses' wail. Many Tartars climbing the wall were covered with gray faces and heads, and lime powder was sprinkled in their eyes, and they felt as if they were blind. They screamed, and involuntarily loosened the ropes and fell down the ramp.

Zhukutu grabbed the rope tightly, and saw that he was about to climb to the top of the village wall, but there was no movement there. He was happy, and suddenly a jar hit the head and the face. He subconsciously blocked the shield, and the clay pot broke, and the white powder floated away. His eyes felt a piercing pain, and he couldn't help but scream, trying to rub it, but he grabbed the rope tightly.

In extreme pain, several clay pots hit him, hitting him one by one, and even hitting him. The choking powder was floating everywhere, and his armor turned pure white, and his whole nose and face were covered with whiteness.

He could no longer bear the severe pain, so he loosened the rope and rolled down the ramp. With a "puff", he was falling on the lower body. The sharp wooden thorns instantly penetrated his body, and the sharp thorns were covered with blood, and they burst out from his chest.

Zhukutu widened his eyes, and his mouth was full of blood, and he immediately trembled.

"Gray bottle, throw it!" Zhang Songtao yelled.

The raindrop-like gray bottles were thrown out, and two hundred instantly threw them away. The spicy powder in the inner walled city hole and the surrounding area floated, and the white mist was misty.

The Tartars below shouted shrillly, running wildly, not knowing what to do. The climbers who climbed first and fell down one by one. If they were not lucky, they would immediately stop and become the result of lobsters and squids.

The gray bottle is the most powerful weapon to defend the city. The bottles and cans explode and the lime powder is flying. If they enter the eyes, the pain is unbearable. It is also very difficult to breathe in the white mist. Many Tartars cough desperately, as if their heart and lungs are about to cough out.

"Submitting to ten thousand enemies!" Zhang Songtao shouted.

About thirty spearmen who were good at beating ten thousand enemies, Fang Dengshou shouted, and put the leads of ten thousand enemies into the fuse wrapped around his left hand to ignite them. The leads were burning and they were thrown into the tunnel below.

As the Tartars shouted like the doomsday below, thousands of enemies exploded one by one, and the thick smoke rose, accompanied by the smell of burnt blood, the broken limbs and pieces of weapons and armor flying high.

Ghosts cried and howled, wolves ran and pigs rushed, neighing with horses, and the injured war horses rolled and jumped in blood.

The Xin'an army had a huge power, containing dozens of iron marbles, with a killing radius of three to five meters. Not to mention that the explosion made the Tartars cry and cry, the war horses were also blown to the ground.

Like rain, thousands of enemies hit, the leads above were burning, and the Tartars below screamed and dodged, not knowing what to do.

A vest was covered with lime, and was screaming with his eyes. Suddenly, tens of thousands of enemies exploded beside him. He immediately flew up, spraying a large thorn of minced meat, splitting, splitting his limbs, and throwing fragments of armor and weapons away.

His head rolled into the trench, his eyes opened, his face was pale, and there was still extreme pain and incredibility on it.

"Ten Thousands of enemies, throw away!" Thousands of enemies, like raindrops, shrapnel exploded, bullets flew, the remaining snow on the ground, and the nearby ramp walls were all blown to a boil.

The Qing army in the kouzi and the Qing army near the kouzi were all vented from their bodies, and they were blown up everywhere. Many tens of thousands of enemies fell beside them, and they were even more blown up.

"Mirror!" Zhang Songtao shouted fiercely from the inner wall again, and a black Xin'an winged tiger gun poked out from the wall of the village and took turns to fight with ten thousand enemies.

The first climbers and their vests who rushed into the inner city of Kouzi were wiped out, and thousands of enemies, like rain, were thrown into the distance, and within thirty steps there.

Many Qing soldiers and archers who were archery recently, were bombed to death by howling the armored soldiers. With the smoke of gunpowder and flying shrapnel, they were blown to the ground one by one. Fortunately, the undead rolled and crawled, shouting and fleeing back.

...

The violent explosion shaking the earth, and Suohun stood up from his horse stepping on the stirrups. His face was extremely pale. He admitted that he had failed and was a crushing defeat.

He has been roaming all over the Southern Dynasties for many years, but has he ever had such a failure? His Niulu was so severely damaged?

The central army formation was only more than one hundred steps away from the village wall. He could see clearly that there were less than sixty warriors rushing back, and how many people he sent before the attack?

There were a total of 100 warriors without armor, forty elite soldiers in armor, four elite soldiers in armor, four warriors wearing armor, and one hundred and fifty-eight brave warriors who were brave and good at fighting. If the coat is not considered a human, it is not counted.

One hundred and fifty-eight people escaped, less than sixty people, this is a disastrous defeat!

Especially before the Mingjin retreated, his subordinates fled in fear. This was the first time in his years of war.

Looking at the big banner with the word "Yang" flying on the fort, he remembered the name deeply and was deeply upset. Maybe he should bypass it and should not attack the city.

He was so arrogant. After hearing Colcon's statement earlier, he should be alert. After all, the facts in front of him told him that the Southern Dynasties were not uncommon.

On the left and right, Yu Ding Baoyi couldn't believe his eyes, the Qing soldiers were actually defeated, but they were defeated miserably, and were defeated miserably by a small village that was not even a fourth-class city.

Some Baoyi felt strange in his heart, and the officers and soldiers also had such sharp times? Then why did the Qing soldiers invincible after several times of entering the pass?

Kerkunsenhan looked at Zhongwu Village ahead and said coldly: "These southern barbarians are indeed strong enemies and have support. It is best to lead them to the wilderness in the future. We just pretend to be defeated in this battle, wait for them to chase them and kill them back."

In history, Kerkun was not only brave, but also good at using strategies and was particularly good at pretending to be defeated. For example, when he fought with Bai Wenxuan, he was defeated for dozens of miles. Bai Wenxuan chased him. After he selected elite soldiers from a small path to Bai Wenxuan's army, Bai Wenxuan was defeated.

At this moment, he thought about it and offered this plan.

Suohun nodded. Although he had a lot of dissatisfaction with Colqun, this proposal was good.

They gathered their defeated troops, abandoned some baggage, and retreated dozens of miles northward.

But the official road has been silent and there has been no chasing soldiers for a long time.

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Chapter completed!