"Woo~!" The Northern Yuan army's siege Hui cannon was fired, and the target was concentrated in the west city. The huge rocks made a sharp whistling sound in the air, drawing arcs and hitting heavily on the city wall. The city wall swayed violently, and huge cracks appeared on the battlements and walls.

"General Han, the battlement is cracked!" Several Ming soldiers shouted in dismay at the shocking cracks on the battlement.

"Don't worry, this is a common thing for siege and cannot collapse."

Han calmed his voice like a bell, and he heard the sound from afar to every Ming army's ears. Even though he said that, he quickly stepped forward and directed the soldiers to grab the gun ear to adjust the angle of the cannon, and aimed the gun at the gap between the giant guard towers. He knew that if the Yuan army's cannon fired two more rounds, the city wall would collapse.

"Fire!" With his order, the gunner lit the fuse. The fuse burned quickly, and thick smoke rose. With a loud bang, hundreds of iron balls shot out into the night sky with red flames. The cannons fired one after another, and screams came from the night.

The battlefield seemed to be silent, and suddenly, a soldier shouted, "General Han, be careful!"

A huge rock flew towards him and hit the city wall. A cannon was smashed several feet away. More than a dozen Ming soldiers were smashed to pieces and died on the spot. Han calmly felt his heart sinking. At this moment, the city wall shook violently, and several huge rocks hit a city wall near the city tower at the same time. The city wall finally couldn't withstand the blow and collapsed, revealing a large gap of four feet wide and two feet high.

The Northern Yuan army shouted and killed like a mountain collapse, and thousands of vanguards rushed towards the city wall like tides. The sound of cannons rumbling on the top of the city, and iron balls were flying all over the sky. The Northern Yuan soldiers wailed and screamed, but the attack was not blocked. In just a moment, the black Northern Yuan cavalry had rushed under the city wall, with as many as three thousand people.

‘Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!’ In the dark, countless climbing ropes flew up to the city, and the soldiers of the Beiyuan began to climb the city in full swing, especially at the collapse of the city wall, with as many as a thousand people.

On the east side of the city wall, Li Wei was waving a long sword to cut off the climbing ropes, but soon he could not get close to the battlements. The Yuan army crossbowmen who were covering the back were like rain, and the dense rain of arrows shot at the top of the city, which was so oppressed that they could not even raise their heads. Dozens of militia screamed and fell to the ground.

"Shield!" Li Wei was hissing: "Where is the shield?"

"General Li, we have a shield!" Zhang Yingce, a hundred households, led fifty soldiers to rush to the top of the city with their shields, and their swords flew over, cutting off the ropes hanging on the top of the city, and the situation suddenly reversed.

"General Li, it's not good!" A soldier ran and shouted in horror: "The gap in the west of the city is almost impossible to resist!"

"Zhang Baihu, I'll leave it to you."

Li Weizheng waved his hand, "Master Banner, please bring your brothers with me." He led fifty brothers to the west wall.

The battle at the gap in the West City Wall was becoming fierce and extremely tragic. There were dozens of ladders under the gap, but they could climb up the gap directly along the ladder. The Northern Yuan army rushed up like an ant colony. Seven or eight hundred people rushed up the small gap. With the Ming army resisting, thousands of people squeezed into a narrow place to fight. Both sides fought in a mess, and they were in a mess. They were ruthlessly killing. You pressed and me, roared, the corpse pressed the corpse, and the leather boots stepped on the trembling living flesh. Both sides were so dense that they could not use the sword to play with the sword. They poked with daggers, pounded with fists, biting with teeth, and clanging sounds from the swords and swords, the clanging sounds of the knife slashing human bones, moans, screams, and the clamor of the dying persons, one after another.

Han calmly roared, swung his knife by one arm, and slashed the head of a person. His long swords flew like shadows, and he repeatedly slashed several Yuan troops who were climbing up the city. "Brother Han!" With a cry, one of his followers was shot on the forehead by a cold arrow and fell off the city wall with a scream.

Han Danding's eyes suddenly turned bloody. His two entourages, one of the injured entourage, were fighting in the chaos of the ravage army at this moment, and the other was killed by arrows. At this time, five or six Northern Yuan troops climbed to the top of the city. Han Danding rushed up like a mad tiger and slashed by the knife. One of them was chopped into two pieces in the waist. The internal organs of the five internal organs rolled out, and blood sprayed him all over. A Yuan army centurion shouted loudly, standing on the battlement and slashed at him with a knife. Han Danding flashed, and the blade broke from bottom to top, and cut his chest and abdomen. The centurion landed on the ground and twitched, and then stopped moving. Seeing that he was extremely brave, several Northern Yuan soldiers were so scared that they jumped off the wall.

Han Danding couldn't help but raise his head and laughed wildly. Suddenly, he stopped moving. A spear tip appeared on his chest. Han Danding slowly turned around. A burly Yuan army centurion behind him sneered, shook his hand, and actually carried him in the air. Several Chinese-speaking Yuan soldiers shouted: "Your leader is dead! Your leader is dead!"

The morale of the Ming army was frustrated, and the Northern Yuan army under the gap suddenly pushed up more than a dozen steps. Several Yuan army had even climbed to the wall. Seeing that the gap was about to collapse, at this moment, Li Weizheng's roar came from a distance, and fifty supporters rushed up. The Ming army's morale was greatly boosted, and the Northern Yuan army that was rushing up was suppressed.

Li Wei's sword was like crazy thunder, and a blood arrow shot up. The head of the Yuan army centurion who sneaked into Han Danding was slashed away with a knife. Han Danding fell heavily to the ground.

"Brother Han!" Li Wei was helping him up. Han calmly moved his lips and said something faintly. Li Wei was holding his ears in a hurry.

"Tell me my son..." He didn't finish his words, slowly closed his eyes and passed away suddenly.

Li Weizheng's tears fell on Han calm yellow face. This was an opponent who took away his letters from behind. He had fought with him several times, but at this moment, Li Weizheng's heart was extremely sad.

‘Ah!’ The Ming army’s screams interrupted Li Weizheng’s sadness. Dozens of Yuan troops had climbed up at the city city ahead and were fighting with more than a dozen Ming troops. The Ming army obviously could not support him. Li Weizheng did not rush forward to fight. He wiped away his tears, stood up and looked at the situation calmly. There was a draw on the east side of the city, so he could ignore it for the time being. The rest of the Yuan troops climbing the wall were obviously just supporting him to disperse the few guards.

The key is that the Yuan army behind is coming continuously. If the city is lost, it will definitely be here. He immediately said to a soldier without hesitation: "Order all the men in the city to fight to the city, tell them that when the city is broken, it will be the day when the Yuan army massacres the city."

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The siege battle has been going on for most of the night, and it is already four o'clock. The battle at the Longmen Station has been going on several occasions. The Yuan army at the gap has been repelled, rushed up again, and was defeated by the military and civilians again.

The corpses were lying on the city, and blood was bleed. More than 3,000 soldiers and civilians fighting on the city were left, and most of them were shot to death by arrows. Whether it was the white-haired old man or the eleven or the eleven-year-old naughty boy, even many women rushed to the city. Some of them were holding hoes, some with shoulder poles, iron forks, and bare hands and bare hands to carry stones and roll wood to the city. Everyone looked so serious and sad. Perhaps they all knew they were going to die tonight, but none of them retreated or begged for mercy.

The rumbling drum sounded again, and the 5,000-yuan army brigade came overwhelmingly. Nai'er Buhua hit the war drum with his own hands. He was already anxious. He wasted too much time here, which seriously affected his plan. He decided to take a gamble.

The gap under the city was spread wide by the Yuan army, becoming a big hole of ten feet wide. The Yuan army had given up climbing the city with ropes and concentrated all its strength to break through here. This place had become the focus of competition between the two sides. Nearly 150 Ming soldiers held up giant shields to block the front, and the old men and children behind them, young and strong men and women, and countless people threw wood and stones from both sides.

As the Yuan army launched a large-scale attack again and its troops increased dramatically, the Yuan army began to climb the city wall again, especially at the gap border, and several large cracks were smashed by huge rocks. This became the focus of the Yuan army's attack. Li Wei was leading 30 soldiers to fight for defense here, but there were too many Yuan troops climbing the wall, which was changed to iron chain hook grabs, which was difficult to cut off for a while, and the Yuan army had already begun to climb to the top of the city.

Li Wei was slashing the chest of a Yuan army centurion and kicking him off the city wall. He glanced inadvertently, one meter away, he suddenly saw a familiar figure. "He" was tall, one head taller than most people, wearing a hat, covering most of his face, and his wide robe could not hide the unique curves of women. She was carrying a stone to smash the city wall, but beside her, a Northern Yuan army climbed up the city head silently, sneered, and the spear in her hand stabbed her left rib like lightning, but she didn't notice it.

Li Weizheng's scalp seemed to explode, and the blood suddenly rushed over to the top of his head. He jumped out and slashed the long sword into the head of the sneak attacker. With a long scream, the head of the Northern Yuan army was embedded with a long sword and turned into the heavy night. The out-of-control spear picked off her hat and her long hair was flying. Li Weizheng saw a terrified and familiar face: Ye Zitong.

He rushes forward and slaps her heavily. The long-depressed anger finally bursts out. He grows, "Why don't you listen to me? Don't you want to live?"

Ye Zitong was beaten a few steps away. She covered her face and stared at Li Weizheng sadly, with tears in her eyes, and the decisive and regretful look, and the deep love. Li Weizheng suddenly understood something, stepped forward and hugged her tightly, and murmured: "Okay! We will die together."

Ye Zitong's face was pressed against his chest, and tears surged out. It was not until the moment she left the city that she realized his importance in her life. If she didn't leave, she could die with him. This was the greatest happiness in her life.

The two hugged each other tightly, as if they had forgotten the war and smoke beside them, as if they had forgotten the bloody battle between life and death. Li Wei suddenly roared to the sky and pushed Ye Zitong away. He picked up a long knife from the ground and threw himself into the battle again. He fought hard, and the blood wet his clothes, and his face and hands were dyed red.

Ye Zitong looked at her lover blankly. She squatted down silently, closed her eyes for a Ming army soldier and ordinary people, wiped away the blood from their faces with her sleeves and robe, and gave them dignity after death.

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More and more Yuan troops were rushing to the city wall, and less than two hundred Ming troops standing on the city wall. The balance of victory had gradually turned to the Yuan army. Despite this, none of the Ming soldiers and civilians retreated. They sacrificed their lives for the country and tried their best to fight for their last drop of blood.

At this moment, a loud trumpet sounded in the distant north, like a rooster crowing through the heavy night sky, and the darkness was driven away. In response, there was also a loud shout of killing in the south of the city. Thousands of Ming troops rushed into the south gate of the Longmen Station, like a rushing river, rolling up a huge murderous aura and rushing straight towards the city wall. Time seemed to be fixed at this moment. The Northern Yuan soldiers turned their heads and looked to the north, with a terror on their faces.

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On the tenth day of May 23, the Northern Yuan Taiwei Nai'er Buhua led 25,000 main forces of the Northern Yuan army to attack Longmen Station, preparing to enter the old capital from then on, but was stubborn resistance from the soldiers and civilians of the Longmen Station, winning precious time for the arrival of reinforcements. The 70,000 main forces of the Ming army, who had been waiting 200 miles away, surrounded the Northern Yuan army, led by King Zhu Di of Yan. The Northern Yuan army was desperate and almost wiped out the entire army. The Grand Wei Nai'er Buhua fought to death under the escort of a thousand personal soldiers and fled to the north of the Mobei, but encountered Fu Youde's troops who were ordered to intercept. Nai'er Buhua was killed by Fu Youde, and the Prime Minister of the Northern Yuan also surrendered to King Zhu Gang of Jin. At this point, the Northern Expedition in the 23rd year of Hongwu ended with the Ming army's victory.

In the early morning, King Yan Zhu Di, under the strict protection of the three thousand iron guards, rode his horse into the Longmen Station.

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Chapter completed!