More importantly, Lord Jia's wife is a close friend of the general's wife.

As long as we closely follow Lord Jia Chang's footsteps, will our bright future be far away?

Next to him, although Lu Jinshan was clumsy and not good at flattering, the spear in his hand was already sweating with excitement, and he silently prayed in his heart, "Dog Tatar, come up quickly."

After all, their waiting did not last long.

Not long after, another group of Tatars rushed up, but most of these Tatar vests were infantry, with almost no white armor and only two or three scattered red armors.

On the edge of the city, forty or fifty white-armored and red-armored elite corpses of Tatars had been piled up. Scarlet blood flowed all over the ground, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

Ordinarily, with such a long city wall, the battlefield should not be limited to this small section of the city wall.

However, this place is close to the city gate building, and Hou Jin also knew that this was the command center of the Ming army.

The two sides are not suitable for climbing due to the terrain.

The elite troops of the Hou Jin Army were already very experienced in fighting. Either they would not rush, or they would rush straight into the heart of the Ming Army and defeat them in one fell swoop, without giving the Ming Army any chance to react.

At this time, the brave Bai Jia took the lead in opening the gap here. How could the Tatars below miss this opportunity?

Most of the ladders are erected here.

Not far away, Duan Xiliang shook his head helplessly as he looked at the two dozen Tatars with white flags rushing up.

I thought that in the third batch, some big shot would come up, but it turned out to be just small fish and shrimps.

Whatever.

Mosquito meat is also meat, so it's better than nothing.

But just as he was about to speak and give the order to send these twenty-odd Tatar vests and infantry on the road, at this moment, five or six white armors suddenly climbed up quickly on the top of the city.

Duan Xiliang's eyes narrowed sharply. He had already anticipated something. He raised his hand in mid-air and did not drop it in a hurry.

Sure enough, it was as he expected.

A moment later, Niu Luzhangjing, who was wearing black and gray iron armor, quickly climbed up to the top of the city, surrounded by five or six white and red armors.

He is very tall, at least 1.8 meters tall, but has typical bow-legged legs. At first glance, it seems that he has been riding horses all year round.

There were more than a dozen small flags of various colors stuck on his back, and in his hand he held a big black hammer half as tall as a man, but this thing looked like a hammer but also like a mace, with dense needles on its head.

He thought that the situation above was already very good, and was about to issue an order loudly, but unexpectedly, there were only thirty-odd Tatars who had just climbed up around him. Opposite him, there were countless Ming army spearmen with green eyes.

Light, as if seeing him was like seeing some treasure.

Not far from his feet were the corpses of his compatriots.

For a moment, he couldn't help but became furious and shouted loudly in jerky Chinese, "Despicable Nikan. You all deserve to die. Charge up and kill them all."

Not far from the opposite side, Duan Xiliang couldn't help but feel happy. He waved his big hand vigorously and said, "My sons, your achievements are here."

Li Sansheng and other spearmen couldn't wait for a long time.

Once you hear the general giving an order, can you still hold back?

In an instant, they were like wolves, shouting crazily and charging towards Niulu Zhangjing and his followers.

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Chapter completed!