Niu Lu looked at the rows of muzzles from afar, and his face turned pale in an instant. The others he, Niu Lu, may not know the power of the Jimo Camp musket soldiers. Last night, he saw the three layers of iron armor being sunk in the big tent with his own eyes!

"I've fallen into the trap!"

Niu Lu's first idea was to retreat. He looked back at the city wall. There were still soldiers jumping up from the ladder on the right. At this moment, Niu Lu felt the helplessness of being desperate for the first time...

"Run! Kill the whole dog!"

The Bai Zhuyala who were responsible for rushing to the formation raised their swords without hesitation and began to rush towards the musket soldiers in the corridor.

"Open fire!"

Two rows of musketeers, one row squatting on the ground and the other row standing, aiming at the tartars who started running in the jaw entrance in front!

Puff!!

Two rows of eighteen muskets fired at the same time. At present, several Bai Zhuyala's fierce charge was interrupted. Several bloody corpses flew back and hit the man behind him. Bai Zhuyala's forward pressure was absent.

The leader's white armor fell to the ground, and his hands were still holding the heavy shield tightly. There was a crack in the shield. After the gun penetrated the shield, it hit his face and smashed his forehead bones to pieces. In addition to the fatal wound on his forehead, he had several terrifying blood holes on his body wearing three layers of heavy armor, which kept spraying blood outside.

"charge!"

"charge!"

Niu Lu was blocked behind. When he saw the charge of the white armored soldiers in front paused and shouted anxiously. If it weren't for the guards surrounding him, he would have wished that he would have swung his sword to cut off a few hesitant armored soldiers first.

Two rows of musketeers fired and then rushed toward the back. Behind them were two rows of musketeers who formed a formation...

Without any hesitation, the second row of musket soldiers who had been waiting for a long time opened fire again, knocking down the Tartars exposed in front of the muzzle to the ground. In this terrain, the Tartars had no even a place to hide.

Yang Bo uses the special terrain of the intersecting lane to fully exert the power of the three-stage fire of the musket.

"retreat!"

"Return to the city!"

Niu Lu judged the situation in an instant. If these musketeers were allowed to shoot continuously, as long as they were all buried in this narrow corridor today, they would have to retreat to the city for the sake of their current plan. As for what to do when these Han dogs chased them, he didn't care about that much.

Niu Lu's order was a little late. After he finished speaking, the white-armored soldiers in front were still charging. Soon, the sound of the third round of muskets sounded, and the howling suddenly became loud. Within a short hundred steps, there were corpses everywhere.

The Tartars, who had been sieging the city on the right, finally saw the power of the Ming munitions. For a moment, the armored soldiers who heard the order turned pale and ran backwards. They all fought for fear and almost blocked the corridor.

A Tartar ran and turned around frequently. After the smoke became thinner, he suddenly found that a Ming army was retreating was actually pressing over!

Puffy!

The Tartar, who had broken the back, groaned and flew up involuntarily. He passed over the heads of several armored soldiers and fell to the ground. He died in mid-air.

Niu Lu, who had left the clamping road, didn't bother to breathe, and immediately began to distribute the two small divisions, each with ten Baihuayala and thirty armored soldiers blocked the sides of the clamping road. As long as the musket soldiers came out, they would attack together.

The other armored soldiers stood up with shields a hundred steps outside the intersection of the road. The dozen or so crossbows collected were all arranged in front of the deterrent corridor. While sending people to notify the armored soldiers on the ladder, they should speed up some crossbows. As long as the number of crossbows was enough, he was not afraid of shooting against the musket soldiers.

The power of the Ming army weapons almost defeated the confidence of these armored soldiers. At such a short distance, three layers of iron armor could not save their lives. The armored soldiers guarding the intersection of the corridor all had pale faces, secretly hoping that when the Ming army's musket soldiers appeared, they would not aim their guns at their side...

Soon, the sound of soul-chasing footsteps sounded at the entrance of the jacking road. All the armored soldiers looked at each other, and at the same time they held the various weapons in their hands tightly, waiting for the master's order.

When the archers who were blocking the enemy in front saw the Ming army appearing in the corridor, they drew arrows, blew arrows, and took arrows. The movements were completed in one go. More than a dozen archers collapsed tightly and aimed at the Ming army in the corridor.

"Cheer!" Niu Lu shouted loudly on his sword

Whoosh~~

Gong Xuan's voice was endless, and more than a dozen crossbow arrows pierced hard. The Ming army in the corridor raised the small round shield on its arm to protect key parts such as the head and face, but muffled groans sounded one after another. It seems that although these Ming army had been on guard for a long time, there were still casualties.

Niu Lu was overjoyed and was about to command the ambush on both sides to attack, but unexpectedly, the group of Ming troops did not retreat because of the intimidation of crossbows. They suddenly rushed out and faced the ambush on both sides.

"Team A is heading to the left and Team B is heading to the right. You must not take a step back!" The old cannon shouted from behind.

Countless heavy armored swords and shield soldiers poured out from the Jiadaokou. They didn't even look at the Tartars in front of them. They split into two and rushed to the left and right sides. Suddenly, the killing sounds of weapons intersecting, screaming, and the sound of blades reaching their bones.

The crossbowman on the front had already tapped his bow and arrow, but he saw his own people fighting with the Ming army. With his body shaking, it became extremely difficult to aim.

Whoosh!

A crossbowman used up his arm strength under the city wall just now. At this time, he was gritting his teeth and encouraging and supporting him. When he was nervous, he couldn't control himself, and the crossbow shot out like a meteor.

Good luck!

The crossbow arrow originally flew towards Bai Zhuyala, but a Ming army wheel knife made a mistake in resisting it, but it just blocked the crossbow arrow's castration. The crossbow arrow shot through his iron armor and shot out the shoulder blade of his right hand. His body stopped, and Bai Zhuyala's tiger-tooth knife slashed heavily on his shoulder!

The crossbowman breathed a lot of relief, and his name was engraved on the crossbow arrow. If he accidentally shot his own person, he might be beheaded after the war.

However, the next scene was beyond the expectations of the crossbowman. Bai Zhuyala was eager to pull out the tiger-toothed knife stuck on the Ming army's shoulder blade, but the Ming army grabbed the blade tightly, as if the knife was not slashing at him!

Another burly Ming army waved its sword with a backhand, and the bloody head of Bai Zhuyala who was still fighting for weapons flew into the air. The seriously injured Ming army shook and turned around for a half circle, smiled ferociously at the crossbowman, and fell to the ground...

Hiss ~

This crossbowman took a deep breath. This was the first time he had encountered such a fierce Ming army!

Hiss ~~

All the crossbowmen took a deep breath. In front of the dark corridor, there was no idea when the two rows of Ming soldiers holding muzzles were squatting, pointing directly at them in front of them, and the fuses on the side of the muzzles flickered and dark.

Puffy!

A smoke of gunpowder rose from the jacking entrance. The archer still remembered the hideous smiling face of the Ming army...

After the first row of musketeers was killed, the screams of the crossbowmen had not stopped. The second row of musketeers rushed out of the corridor and calmly raised their muzzles in front of more than 40 armored soldiers led by Niu Lu, without paying attention to the bloody battles on both sides.

Niu Lu's face was pale and he stepped back step by step. Several confidants held shields to protect his whole body. Countless anxious eyes looked at him, but he couldn't come up with any way.

The second row of musketeers fired another volley. Their muskets spewed out large balls of fire and smoke, knocking the Tartars in front of them one by one to the ground one by one. Countless gunmen in iron armor emerged from the corridor. One team of them covered the musketeers, and the other team stepped forward and stabbed the Tartars who were still screaming on the ground one by one.

"Kill the slave!"

A spearman stabbed the spear hard in front of more than 40 Niu Lu's people. The white swing's body was so painful that it arched like a shrimp. The spearman pulled out the bleeding spear head without hesitation.

"Kill the slave!"

Another fierce shot, stabbed Bai Huala's stomach again. This time he brought out not only blood, but also colorful intestines...

Niu Lu looked at Bai Zhuo's belly that was poked and his internal organs flowing all over the ground with sadness, and slowly raised his hand.

"The warriors of Jianzhou! We were ambushed by Hangou and we were trapped on the top of the city! Are we just watching Hangou bully and kill our warriors one by one?"

"no way!"

The soldiers around him howled angrily: "Never!"

"Kill the whole dog!"

Niu Lu waved his hand and rushed forward. He had no idea now, and the last moment was here!

Bai Baiyala's bravery was not bragged about. The counterattack of these trapped beasts caused considerable damage to the intercepted military camp. However, under the attack of the Ming army that kept pouring out of the corridor, the bravery of these people was not very short of a sudden. They were forced by the Ming army to retreat step by step towards the city, from the entrance of the Jiadao to the entrance of the city wall, three blood paths extended from three directions, and all the way were corpses.

A soldier finally looked at the corpses along the way. Those corpses, both minor and serious, were stabbed to pieces by Mingjun who were coming. He closed his eyes in despair and jumped down from the city...

Niu Lu's outfit quickly attracted a large group of Ming troops, and they rushed over and surrounded Niu Lu.

Seeing these Ming army's fanatical eyes, Niu Lu felt panic. Under the desperate protection of several Bai Baiyalas, he finally broke through to the top of the city.

Just as he wanted to jump to his master, the sound of a musket suddenly sounded, his right leg lightened, and half of his calf spurted blood and flew out of the city. Niu Lu's eyes turned black and fell to the edge of the marquee...

"master!"

A panicked voice sounded beside him. Yue Tuo, who had already raised his heart to his throat, looked at him carefully. Some panicked armored soldiers on the top of the city were running around like headless flies, and some were rushing to jump under the city wall, as if there were human-eating beasts chasing them behind them.

"Bad?" Yue Tuo opened his mouth and the whip fell to the ground weakly.

"Why is this happening? Did the warriors all rushed to the top of the city, and wouldn't Jimo camp collapse like this?" Degele didn't care about sneering, and the defeated soldiers staring blankly at the top of the city were surrounded by countless Ming troops, and more and more people jumped down from the top of the city.

"Master, stop the troops!" Suksa closed his eyes weakly. He couldn't bear to see the tragic tragedy of the warriors jumping down the city.

If the Jimo Camp forced them out of Lushun, it was a danger to catch them off guard, but the bloody reality told him that even if they could attack the city and fight with Jimo Camp face to face, Jimo Camp could still fight them out.

"Ming Jin stopped the troops!" Yue Tuo covered his face and said in a low tone.
Chapter completed!