Wen Muan has never even killed chickens in his life, and he eats cooked food. He has never seen blood at all, let alone his own blood.

At that moment, he was in a bad mood.

It turns out that the blood is not bright red, some are dark and black, some are salty and some are fishy...

Wen Muan vomited out a whim, his face covered with tears.

He has never suffered these hardships in his life. Who did he offend? Why did he suffer so much?

I thought it was a fat man who had farted the crotch of Yangzhou, but he had just enjoyed it for a few days before he could attract Ming thief.

The Ming thief was so fierce. How could the Qing army with the same number of people be able to withstand it?

Now Wen Muan has no hope for defending the city. He just hopes to hold on for a while and live for a while...

But the Ming army obviously did not intend to get his wish. More and more Ming army climbed onto the city wall like mushrooms after a rain.

The Qing army had just suppressed this side, and the momentum was on the other side.

The situation is already moving in an out of control.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Wen Muan broke down and laughed loudly.

"You must be happy when you are proud of life, and you must be happy when you are proud of life."

"Hiss, this Wenfu Zun isn't crazy, why are you laughing wildly?"

"I can't say it's true. Wen Fuzun has always cared about his image. How could he look like this?"

"It's collapsed, it's really collapsed."

A group of Qing generals whispered to the front of Yangzhou city, thinking that this was not good.

If the prefect Wen is more mentally ill, they will have a support at least.

After all, someone has to take the lead.

Now it’s so crazy and half stupid. They have lost their backbone and are at a loss for a moment.

"We have to recommend individuals to lead everyone."

"General Li, I think you are very suitable."

"General He, don't tease me, even if you change me, you shouldn't change me."

"Then General Zhao, look..."

"I can't do this position...you should choose someone else."

The generals are pushing me and I pushing you, and they are unwilling to take the blame.

The situation at the city wall is already in danger, with the number of Ming troops increasing, and the Qing army is gradually unable to withstand it.

"Let's stop arguing about this, let's work together to meet the enemy first, otherwise we will not be able to survive if we destroy Yangzhou City."

"General Li said, let's work together to meet the enemy first. Drive the Ming thieves down the city first, and let's discuss this matter."

With the allocation of Qing generals, many Green Camp soldiers rushed to the places where the Ming army gathered. For a moment, the two armies were heisting against each other, just like the Jing River and Wei River collided.

Although the combat power of the Green Camp soldiers was not as good as that of the Ming army, they still burst out with amazing power at the critical moment of life and death and performed beyond their level.

They have the advantage of numbers and have gained a lot of advantages.

After all, not every Ming army soldier has a gun, and the number of people fighting with cold weapons still plays a decisive role.

The crisp sound of the collision of weapons and the trembling clamor of teeth sounded very strange.

puff!

A horizontal knife penetrated the armor and stabbed it into the chest of a Qing soldier. The Qing soldier looked disbelief and let out an extremely painful wail.

The veteran Ming army kicked him away, pulled out his knife and slashed at another Qing soldier near him on the neck.

Maybe the knife was a little dull, or maybe the veteran was a little weak, but the knife did not cut off his head directly.

The horizontal knife was stuck in the neck!

Hiss, the veteran gasped. The sword on the battlefield was life, which was very bad.

He simply abandoned the knife and rolled sideways to a dead enemy soldier and picked up the knife at his hand.

Everything happened in the flash of lightning, and the veteran handled it neatly without any delay.

He used the advantage of low center of gravity to wipe the blade upward and broke the chest of an enemy soldier.

Fancy things on the battlefield are not easy to use, and the simplest fighting skills are suitable.

He killed three enemy soldiers in a row and stood there gasping for breath.

This kind of hand-to-hand combat is really too labor-intensive. After all, people are not iron-clad and cannot withstand such consumption.

If it were the same, there would have been some robes to fill him up.

But the battle at the top of the city was too fierce, and there was no formation at all.

In a trance, he found that he had been surrounded by the enemy.

Damn it!

Now he is about four or five enemy soldiers away from his friendly forces. Although it doesn't seem too far, it is not easy to break through.

He could only try his best.

Without the support of friendly robes, it is impossible to survive. The final outcome is just a tragic death under the enemy's swords.

If you want to break through the force and speed, you must be indispensable.

He took several breaths before he accumulated some strength to fight forward.

If he continues to live, he will live.

There are still wives and kids waiting for him at home, and he cannot disappoint his family.

He easily avoided the two frontal slashes, but in the end he was injured by a knife from behind. Blood gushed out of the wound and quickly dyed the armor red.

Hiss, the severe pain made him awake.

To be calm, he must remain calm and must not give up.

He carefully observed and found a gap in the enemy formation. This seemed to be an opportunity that was not an opportunity, but he had to try it.

"Those who block me will die!"

His strong desire to survive made him burst out with amazing power, and he moved and shuttled through the crowd even with injuries on his shoulders.

After a while, he walked over with a few steps and arrived at the gathering area of ​​friendly troops.

call!

At this moment, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Save me!"

This was the last sentence he said before he lost consciousness.

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The battle lasted for unknown lengths, but the swords that both sides fought fiercely at the top of Yangzhou City were dull.

The continuous influx of Ming army finally gained an advantage in physical strength, crushing the Qing army that was fighting hard.

The city was covered with corpses, and blood stained the wall bricks red.

The defeated Qing soldiers fled down the horse path.

This also means that the Ming army finally won the battle.

As long as the Ming army controls the city gate, they can catch turtles in the jar.

How long can the Qing soldiers defend even if they retreat to the city?

Zhu Youlang did not enter the city as soon as possible.

According to Li Dingguo and Zhao Xu, the rebellious soldiers in the city would endanger the safety of the emperor.

When all the riots in the city were killed and everything was settled, it was time for the emperor to enter the city.

Zhu Youlang really couldn't argue with them, so he stopped fighting with them.

Anyway, it's just one hour early and one hour late.

"Your Majesty, Yangzhou has been defeated, and the rest of the towns should be no problem."

Han Miao said in a whispered voice with a smile on his face.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty."

"I hope so."

Zhu Youlang sighed.

Outside Yangzhou, Huai'an is the key coastal rush, and Susong is also a prosperous place. Only by recovering all these lost lands can Nanzhili be complete and Zhu Youlang feel at ease.

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Chapter completed!