"Break the city and destroy the slave!"

"Magnificent, victorious!"

Teams of Ming soldiers drove out of the camp, lined up in front of the city, shouting in unison, making deafening sounds.

As expected, he was about to attack the city. Tong Yangxing stood on the city with a serious and serious expression, and he tightly grasped the hilt of the knife around his waist.

Although he was puzzled by how the Ming army would attack the city, the situation did not seem to be a bluff. Tong Yangxing looked far away and wanted to search for Ming army's artillery, but unfortunately he did not find it.

Huang Long stood under the banner, looked at the signal from the engineer team, and gave an order with a slight jaw head.

The military flag was constantly swaying, and the shouts gradually stopped. Nearly Wan Mingjun carried guns and was gazing at the city in front of him. The solemn aura spread out, and even the defenders on the city felt the extreme depression before the thunder erupted.

Time passed by minute by minute, Tong Yangxing went from nervous to confusion, touched his chin and thought hard, then turned to ask the officer next to him.

But as soon as Tong Yangxing opened his mouth, he felt the city wall trembling. He widened his eyes, not knowing why, and heard a deafening sound.

The city wall suddenly jumped up like paper, and then it was torn apart, and the smoke filled the sky filled the air, covering this section of the city wall tightly.

Immediately afterwards, another huge explosion, and the same strange scene appeared in the city wall, which was only a hundred meters apart. The smoke column soared into the sky, the broken bricks and rotten stones were wrapped in smoke and flew into the air, and the bricks and dust were fluttered up, forming a piece of gray-yellow smoke.

The two tunnel blasts were more violent and fiercer, breaking the towering city walls into two large gaps.

"Beat the drum and attack!" Huang Long quickly woke up from the shock in front of him and shouted loudly.

The rumbling drums also woke up the stunned Ming soldiers. Facing the instantly breached city, they did not react.

"Rare, kill!" The officers waved their swords and roared.

Countless Ming soldiers shouted and rushed towards the city wall covered by smoke and dust.

The two blasts not only exploded the city wall, but also caused heavy casualties to the defenders. Those who survived by chance were also confused and lost their ability to react.

"Run, kill!"

Under the urging war drums, the Ming army soldiers shouted and charged forward. The bayonet reflected the sunlight, and the cold light shone, which made people frightened.

There were loud shouts all around, and Zheng Xiaowu was no exception. Although his voice was mixed in, even he felt that he couldn't hear it. But such shouts could make people more excited and more fanatical.

He followed the footsteps of the officer and his comrades and rushed into the thin smoke without any hesitation.

In the choking smell of black gunpowder and dust, his vision was blurred and his feet were stumbled. Zheng Xiaowu narrowed his eyes and moved forward with the broken bricks and rocks.

A sudden lit up in front of him, and he had already rushed out of the area where the smoke-filled city wall collapsed.

Although there was still a layer of fog in front of him, his vision was basically unhindered. He saw the enemies in the distance, as if they had just gathered, and they were so sparse that they had not yet woken up from confusion and shock.

Zheng Xiaowu also saw his comrades-in-arms. The slope in front of him had already run down the broken bricks and rotten stones, and was lined up in a row, and the officers were directing loudly.

He ran quickly, tripped and staggered when he was going downhill, but someone next to him pulled him when he was about to fall. When he stood firm and helped his comrades ahead of him, he was already behind the first team.

Zheng Xiaowu quickly took a few steps and stood side by side with his comrades. That's right, this is his team, with someone holding a distinguished flag in front of him.

"Rise the gun and move forward--" The officer stretched out his voice and pointed his sword forward.

The comrades in the first row stepped forward, muskets on their shoulders, aiming at the enemy in front.

As soon as the sharp whistle sounded, dozens of muskets made a deafening roar, and white smoke rose.

Zheng Xiaowu and his comrades in the second row took mechanical steps, crossed the first row, raised their guns and aimed, and shot out a row of lead bullets again at the enemy who was hit by a round of shooting.

Blood splashed, watching the enemy falling to the ground with trembling and screaming, Zheng Xiaowu stopped, stood up and shot to the ground, pulled out the paper shell from his waist and bit the bullet open...

The long-term repeated training has made his movements proficient and mechanical.

Although it was only the second time he went to the battlefield, his comrades next to him gave him the confidence to be calm and the officer's loud shout made him feel gentler than when he was training.

More than 20 artillery soldiers rushed through the city wall with a wheeled gun mount and a Francannon of more than 200 kilograms, quickly assembled on the spot, and pushed it to the side and directly bombed the enemy.

The dense sluggish bullets hit a fan, almost sweeping away all the enemies in front of them.

"Kill, kill!" The officer stretched forward with his sword.

Zheng Xiaowu and his comrades raised their bayonets and shouted and charged forward.

Puff! Zheng Xiaowu's bayonet stabbed into the back of a wounded soldier. The guy's face was covered in blood and he was still thinking about running.

The bayonet was pulled out, the dead body fell to the ground, and a blood arrow spurted out of the wound. Zheng Xiaowu was stunned for a moment, but his comrades shouted to kill him and walked forward, and he hurriedly chased after him.

Emotions can be infected, which is particularly obvious when the group charges. Even the rookie will feel the passionate shouting around.

Of course, if it is a retreat, it is also difficult to stop as the defeated soldiers flee.

The Ming army that broke through the city defense encountered almost no resistance. The sudden and violent explosion caused heavy casualties to the defenders on the city walls on the south and could not be organized in a short period of time.

Under the command of their respective commanders, the Ming soldiers who rushed through the gap quickly advanced inward under the guidance of the battle flags of each team, or seized both sides of the gap in the city wall to protect friendly forces into the city to participate in the war.

The musketeers formed a battle formation, with muskets opening the way in front and musket wheels shooting behind them, pushing forward along the streets to kill.

Gunshots, explosions, and shouts of killing spread from the south of the city and spread rapidly.

The Han soldiers in the city were originally weak in fighting spirit, and had the city walls to rely on, and could barely defend them. Once the city was broken, it was equivalent to the psychological defense line being destroyed. How many people were willing to fight for the death of the alien race?

Starting from the south of the city, the banner of emergency has reached the north of the city. The alarm bells were loudly heard, one after another, and anyone could hear the panic in the bells.

"The city is broken!" The old slave looked at the distance in a daze, his face full of disbelief, shocked to no acknowledgement.

Two earth-shaking explosions, then the smoke pillars soared into the sky, and then the city was broken.

How long does it take to make a full battle? A strong city that is no less than Liaoyang has been broken. The only explanation is that a traitor opens the door.

But Haicheng was firmly besieged, and Tong Yangxing and Shuotuo in the city would not be unaware of the degree of danger. Didn’t they block the city gate?

The war horse, who was unknown to him, suddenly neighed. The old slave woke up like a dream, frowned with a gloomy face, raised his whip and shouted: "Attack, attack with all your might."

Seeing the city fall and failing to act is not the nature of the old slave. Even if the hope is small, you have to fight hard. Otherwise, mobilize and lead the army to do what?

"attack!"

"attack!"

The sound of trumpets sounded, the car rumbled forward, Jiannu roared and roared, and finally no longer cared about casualties. He took advantage of the fact that the city had not yet completely fallen, and launched a fierce attack on the Ming army camp.

"The city is broken?" Shuotuo looked in disbelief and stared at the Jurchen officer who came to report the news.

The Jurchen officer did not dare to look at each other, and lowered his head and said, "Mr. Beile, the enemy exploded the city wall and flocked in. Our army is striving to resist."

"Where is the prince Shi Wuli?" Shuotuo asked. In his guess, whether Tong Yangxing had rebelled, the city was only broken in such a short time.

The Jurchen officer was not sure, so he had to report truthfully: "Go back to Master Beile, the whereabouts of Shi Wuli's prince are unknown."

The sound of gunfire was approaching and the crazily shaking banners had already confirmed the bad news of the city break. Not only Shuotou, but also the officers and soldiers around him were all shrouded in shock and could not react for a moment.

Shuotuo just thought for a while and made a decision. He pulled out the sword, pointed it hard, and shouted: "Warriors, follow me to kill the enemy and drive the enemy out of the city."

"Roar, drink!" Hundreds of Jiannu howled loudly and rushed forward with Shuotou.

Not many people believe it when driving the enemy out. But the city gate is blocked and there is no time to escape. Moreover, there are trenches and camps outside the city, and it is a dead end to leave the city.

Shuotuo thought it very clearly that besides striving forward, he had to surrender and survive. But surrender was something he would not choose at all.

Boom! The Fran machine cannon shot out hundreds of lead bullets, sweeping across the enemy.

On the narrow streets, the power of the loading of grenades is fully exerted. Amid the screams and howlings, there are countless injured corpses.

"Open fire!"

Amid the officer's roar, a row of muskets were flat and a dense volley was fired.

Stepping forward, another row of musketeers came out, raising their guns and aiming. After the whistle sounded, the guns roared and thick white smoke rose.

The Ming army was bombarded, gunned, and stabbed by bayonets. Relying on fierce firepower, the Ming army advanced quite rapidly.

The Han soldiers led by Zhenyi came to stop him, but under the three tricks of the Ming army, all of them suffered heavy casualties. When Zhenyi died and was unable to suppress him, the Han soldiers threw away their armor and either fled or surrendered.

"Those who surrender are exempt from death!"

"Give up your troops and don't kill them!"

More and more shouts turned into persuading surrender. Most of the Ming army was from Liao, and all the Han soldiers were from Liao. Listening to the familiar local accent, who would resist to the end except for the hard-core traitor?

Zheng Xiaowu pulled back the bayonet, and with the splashing of dirty blood, a real-life wounded soldier turned into a corpse.

Bah! Zheng Xiaowu could still curse, excited that he could kill a Zhenyi. It looked quite ferocious, but it turned out to be vulnerable.

After this battle, I can also hang medals and train those new recruits with my chest and head high!

After a few breaths, Zheng Xiaowu accelerated a few more steps and followed his comrades-in-arms.
Chapter completed!