"Open fire!"

Every time Shimazu Hirahachiro lifts his sword, no less than one hundred iron spears will be fired.

Because it was just adapted into the Imperial Army, the fighting styles of these former Satsuma samurai warriors and ordinary soldiers were still traditional Japanese Warring States tactics, and they were only changed by the organization and the title of officers.

Compared with the standing army of the Tokugawa Shogunate, the Satsuma vassal soldiers were obviously a bit inferior. Even compared with the Kenshu slaves, their combat effectiveness was low.

However, because the Yuzai charge of the special attack team completely defeated the fighting spirit of Jianzhou Nu, the soldiers of the Satsuma vassal were able to advance up so easily and repel the counterattack organized by the Jin Zheng Huangqi Jia Lazhang Jing Leng Sengji.

Only a few hundred meters away from the main peak of Wunv Mountain, the remaining special attackers are fighting desperately with the Eight Banners soldiers who are fighting to the death.

Corptoes were piled up on the top of the mountain, and soldiers on both sides fought each other like primitive people in the thick smoke. Many special attackers even wrestled with the enemy and then rolled down the mountain.

In order to prevent the Ming army from attacking the top of the peak, the commander of the Jin army, Hu Erhan, sent out his personal soldier, Goshha. These elite Eight Banners in double armor endured the discomfort of the smoke and used the sharp weapons seized from the Ming army to cut down one Ming army after another. But even so, the Ming army, who did not even have armor, still fought to the death without retreating.

One side is a trapped beast, but the other side is not the same.

"Attack, attack!"

The 14-year-old special attack captain Zhuobutai looked at the top of the Five Girls Peak, which was so close that he was inexplicably excited. As long as he could lead the special attack team to attack this mountain, his adoptive father would definitely look at him with admiration!

When he found that the braided soldiers had chasing the special attackers above, Zhuobutai immediately brought people to meet them and tried hard to chop down a braided soldiers who were about the same age as him to the ground.

On the other hand, the Imperial Army, which defeated the remaining Niulu of the Kim Jong-Yong Banner, had approached and found that the special attack team was being besieged by the Eight Banners soldiers, Shimazu Heihachiro immediately ordered reinforcements.

He can't let Eunuch Wei's prince get into trouble!

"Captain, reinforcements are here!"

While shouting, Haruka Kameda leaned against the captain who was fighting with the Pigzi Slave. If the prince could impress him a little more at this time, he would definitely benefit a lot after the war.

"Good come!"

Zhuobutai also saw reinforcements and was about to order the team members to repel the braided soldiers in double armor, but a sharp arrow suddenly shot over.

The caught off guard Zhuobutai was shot at the bottom of his right rib with an arrow.

"team leader!"

Haruki Kameda shouted anxiously and rushed forward desperately. But a blood-covered slave with a braided body that came out of nowhere raised his arm and swept forward with a long sword. The trajectory drawn by the blade went straight to the prince's master. The cold and sharp blade cut a long gap in the prince's chest.

After just a moment, Zhuobutai felt his vision begin to rise, and he turned it up strangely. The blood gushed between his chest made him shake, and then fell to the ground.

The special attackers such as Kameda were shocked and roared around and rushed back the double-armored braided slaves. Kameda wanted to pick up the prince's blood on the ground, who was bleeding from his chest, but the prince struggled to get up from the ground, and put the long knife given to him by his adoptive father at his feet, and made a last voice facing the mountain: "Dad, I'm not a Jurchen cub!"

At the foot of the mountain in the distance, Eunuch Wei's body suddenly trembled, then touched the head of the little Aobai beside him, and said kindly: "You will be loyal to the empire like your elder brother in the future, even if you sacrifice your life, do you know?"

"I understand, dad!"

Little Oboi raised his head and patted his knife hard.

At this time, he had no idea that his brother had sacrificed his life for the empire and became the god of martial arts who guarded the empire.

.............

The death of the commander-in-chief of the Ming Dynasty made the special attackers crazy, and also shocked the Imperial Army generals such as Shimazu Heihachiro who arrived later.

"Avenge your revenge!"

The officers and soldiers of the New Japan Kingdom and the special attackers wiped their tears and rushed towards the last peak.

The Ming army in other directions also launched a new round of attacks. Even though the breeze blew away some smoke, the Jin army was destined to be unable to save the situation.

Leng Sengji died, Beilimu died, Enahai died, Buda died and he died, and the generals of the Eight Banners who fought in the eastern expedition of Huerhan were successively killed.

The black Ming army came to the peak from all directions of Wuniao Peak, and the Jin army, which was forced by thick smoke and the Ming army, was defeated.

They were crowded and forced to fight the approaching Ming army in the final battle.

In some places, the Eight Banners soldiers could not even move, and could only watch the Ming army's iron spear team shoot them one by one.

The plains on the peak were also crowded with Eight Banners soldiers, and the few caves were also full of people.

...........

The Ming army's shouts were getting closer and closer, and Hu Erhan, who was hiding in the cave, could even hear the Ming army running on the slope above his head.

Outside the cave, the stones that were smashed by Ming army shells were scattered all over the ground, and smoke poured in from the entrance of the cave, making the small cave look like a smoke cave.

The last generals of the Eastern Expedition Army, such as Prince Xia and Bakish, were crowded in this cave. At this time, they were no longer needed to go out to command anything.

They looked at their coach, Prince Shrimp.

"Is it the eight thousand Eight Banners soldiers finished like this!"

"Are I, Hu Erhan, going to die here!"

Since following his father and adopted his adoptive father Nurhaci, Huerhan, who never knew what fear was, was also afraid for the first time and was panicked.

The problems that I never thought of and never wanted to think of were penetrated into Huerhan's head one by one.

His face looked like a pig's belly. His blood accumulated between his neck and surging on his face.

The face is like a "loser" label printed on it.

The roar echoed in the cave, making every Eight Banner general who could still hear it harshly.

"Brother Xia, let's rush out with you!" Bakesh shouted in tears.

"It's too late, it's too late!"

Hu Erhan shook his head in despair, looked at his subordinates fighting with the Ming army outside the cave with hatred, and felt sad: "King, I'm sorry to you! I'm sorry to you!"

Hu Erhan shouted wildly, and a mouthful of smoke made him cough, and tears that shed from his eyes were dragged from the corners of his eyes to the bottom of his cheeks.

"Brother Xia, we were wrong from the beginning!" Bakesh looked at the crazy Huerhan in pain.

"What's wrong? Where am I wrong!" Hu Erhan said sternly.

"It's not your fault, it's King Khan's fault! He shouldn't rebel!"

Bakesh stomped his feet and covered his face, "Although we unified the Jurchen tribes in Jianzhou, we are still too small compared to the Ming Dynasty. We have no strength to confront the Ming Dynasty. We should not rebel, we should not!"

After saying that, he suddenly said guiltily: "Brother Xia, why don't we surrender?"

"surrender?"
Chapter completed!