The two armies crowded together in front of Donghua Gate. Sometimes they were close to their companions and covering each other. Sometimes they bumped into the enemy with their backs, waving their weapons at each other and stabbing each other at close range.
In this kind of close combat, the two armies constantly tried to restore their own ranks and cut off the enemy's ranks, so they went from being clearly separated to being intertwined, and finally turned into boiling water with blood mist.
The roaring sound came from the center where the boiling water was churning most intensely.
This iron artillery is really a weapon for defending the city. The moment the tin can fell, it seemed as if time suddenly stopped, and then three or four kilograms of gunpowder exploded, with flashes of fire and smoke rising.
Debris and air waves spurted around, instantly knocking down many people like fallen leaves and overturning them, causing the entire crowded battlefield to suddenly sink.
The people near the impact point of the iron artillery were already weak if they were missing arms or legs. At least twenty or thirty people had their heads smashed, their bodies smashed, and their internal organs penetrated by the flying iron pieces. Regardless of the severity, this kind of injury is hopeless. The only difference is how long you can survive.
Some people died immediately, while more people let out miserable dying screams, ranging from high-pitched to slowly low. Some people did not cry out, but just gasped for breath, and the air flow passed through their throats, making violent hissing. Voice.
A few feet away from the explosion, Guo Ning fell to the ground, supporting the ground with iron bones and shook his head. He only felt a sharp sound around his ears, his scalp was numb, and he was a little dizzy, as if the tower in front of him was undulating and swaying.
At this time, the soldiers at the rear rushed forward one after another. Some people passed Guo Ning and continued forward, while others stopped beside him and helped him with all kinds of hands.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Guo Ning quickly determined that he was fine, so he stood up. His body swayed twice before he stabilized, and he tried to attack again.
Then he saw that the enemy on the opposite side suddenly collapsed.
Some of the originally tough soldiers abandoned their swords and guns and ran away, while others fell to the ground with dull expressions and ashen faces.
The soldiers couldn't hold back at first and chopped down several people in succession. Seeing that the enemy had no intention of continuing to fight, and fearing that the trapped beasts would still fight, they held their swords and guns against them and slowly forced them back.
At the top of the tower above Donghua Gate, several soldiers were looking down, glanced twice, waved and shouted ecstatically, and then looked down again. The one waving and shouting was Ma Bao, the prosecutor under Jing Anmin, and Guo Ning recognized it. The other few people were unfamiliar.
The buzzing in Guo Ning's ears was receding quickly, but he didn't listen specifically to what the soldiers were shouting, so he could guess it.
What a coincidence.
Guo Ning strode forward until he reached Donghua Gate.
In the deep doorway, a whining wind blew, bringing the sounds of soldiers running inside the palace, and the sounds of orders to kneel down and surrender. It should be that after Monk Luo occupied the tower, he led people down the ramp behind to support him.
The structure of the door opening was very suitable for the power of the iron artillery, so the dead lay scattered everywhere.
Several people were shocked to death, with no apparent injuries, and their eyes, ears, mouths and noses were still bleeding.
Behind a pile of corpses, Hu Shahu was lying on the ground, struggling from time to time.
The armor on his vest and the armor made of cowhide were all broken into pieces. A whole piece of iron penetrated the armor, cut open the bones on his back, and penetrated deep into his internal organs. As the internal organs pulsed that were visible to the naked eye, blood spurted out continuously, making a sizzling sound through the nail leaves.
He tried his best to cover the wound with his backhand, but he couldn't reach it. The movement of his arm only aggravated the tearing of the wound, causing blood to flow all over his body.
Guo Ning remembered how majestic, prominent and bossy this man was when he was in Northern Xinjiang!
In the eyes of this marshal of Dajin, the lives of hundreds of thousands of northern Xinjiang soldiers are not lives. But when such a big shot is on the verge of death, he looks like a mere pawn.
Guo Ning watched calmly, while Hu Shahu was still struggling weakly.
This guy's vitality is really strong.
So Guo Ning took a few steps closer, put away the iron bone flower, and pulled out a gold knife inlaid with pearls and jade from the other side of his waist.
This is Han Renqing's relic. The old soldier lost everything in the war. When he was dying, he only wanted Guo Ning to take this knife and kill those damned people.
Hu Shahu is the first, but he will certainly not be the last.
Guo Ning squatted down, holding Hu Shahu's head with his left hand, and holding a knife in his right hand, he stabbed through the neck from the horizontal direction.
He was a veteran, and the knife was powerful, cutting off blood vessels, trachea and important nerves at the same time. Hu Shahu kicked his legs twice and his body stopped moving.
Guo Ning pulled out his knife, cut off Hu Shahu's head, and held it in his hand by the braid.
When he got up, his hands were covered in blood. The soldiers of the armed guards in front of him either lowered their heads and pretended not to see them, or stepped out of the way.
A moment ago, they were fighting to the death with Guo Ning's men, but now they had no fighting spirit at all, and all of them looked desperate.
The Wuwei Army was originally called the Capital City Defense Army and was responsible for patrolling the capital. Later, during the reign of Emperor Sejong Dading, the military number was changed and it became a mobile force directly controlled by the imperial court and often fought in various places. Whether fighting foreign enemies or suppressing internal rebellions, the armed guards often participated.
After many battles, there was arrogance at all levels, and they always felt that the imperial court was absolutely helpless without their own troops. Since Hu Shahu took control of the Wuwei Army, this arrogance has become more and more fueled, making them dare to enter Zhongdu and follow Hu Shahu to join the central court. Bureau, by the way, they also burned, killed and looted wantonly.
But this kind of arrogance is actually very weak. In the final analysis, it is all based on the illusion that Hu Shahu boasted for them, and then it is maintained on Hu Shahu who brought them this illusion. Now that Hu Shahu is dead, everything is lost.
The funny thing is that once something goes wrong with Hu Shahu, no one wants to avenge him because of his usual cruelty.
Not only the armed guards, but also the private soldiers and followers who had followed Hu Shahu for many years all collapsed to the ground in despair.
Guo Ning cut off the head slowly, but not one of those people stood up to stop him.
Until successive soldiers came in, drove them outside and gathered together with other prisoners.
"Take Hu Shahu's head and go out to command the whole city."
Guo Ning threw the head to Li Ting: "You are familiar with the city. Find someone to write a batch of notices so that the envoys will know."
"Okay, okay." Li Ting was caught off guard. He bounced twice before he was able to catch it, and the blood in his mouth spattered all over him.
He held the head in his hand, looked at the ferocious features, and left laughing.
Wherever they went, the soldiers all applauded and relieved themselves. At the same time, over at Xuanhuamen, Ni Yi waved the flag vigorously, causing more people to cheer loudly.
Jing Anmin captured a high-status prisoner outside for interrogation, and then hurried over: "Liu Lang, there is something else inside the palace..."
"I'll leave the imperial city and the palace to you." Guo Ning interrupted him: "Brother Anmin, arrange everything yourself. Everything must be tidied up. Don't make any trouble."
"yes."
Guo Ning turned back and walked out.
No matter how brave you are, there is always a limit to human physical strength. He was full of energy when fighting just now, but now he suddenly felt fatigue coming over him like a tide.
Most of the soldiers are like this.
Monk Luo was shouting from the top of the city tower. Following his instructions, the soldiers began to carry the corpses to prevent them from piling up at the city gate and blocking the passage. In addition, you have to collect armor weapons.
However, everyone is tired and it is inevitable to do things perfunctorily. One after another, the bleeding corpses were piled haphazardly in the corner behind the city gate. At first glance, they looked like wild yellow sheep that the elders had caught for dinner during the Chinese New Year in Usha Castle, or they had been skinned. skinned rabbit.
Although the person is dead, the blood has to flow for a while before it solidifies, so the blood keeps flowing out from under the pile of corpses. The blood that flows under the city wall slowly soaks into the sand, and the blood that flows toward the road, along the The patterns on the stone slabs beside the road exuded exquisite red patterns.
The footsteps of the soldiers stepped over, making a snapping sound. No matter how terrifying the scene was, it was not unheard of, and no one cared.
A man with a scar on his face came over carrying a corpse with a smile on his face. He saw Guo Ning sitting aside to rest, casually threw the body down, and respectfully performed a military salute.
Jing Anmin came again: "Liu Lang, Liu Lang!"
Guo Ning looked at him doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
"There is a corpse on top of the city tower."
Guo Ning didn't answer, but turned to look at the pile of corpses behind him. Does he mean, are corpses rare?
"No, no..." Jing Anmin took half a step forward and lowered his voice: "It is said that it is the emperor's body! The emperor is really dead!"
"Brother Anmin, His Highness the Prince Sheng we captured is waiting behind. After such a scene, half of the central capital was burned down, and tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians were killed and wounded. What do you think this is for? How many people are looking forward to the emperor's death? !”
Guo Ning didn't even blink, and smiled contemptuously: "Fortunately, he is dead. If he was not dead, you would have to take action yourself and give him a lift."
"This..." Jing Anmin wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the tower, and sighed.
After a while, he grinned and whispered: "Killing an emperor? It's really exciting to think about it, Liu Lang, I really want to try it."
They both laughed.
Jing Anmin cupped his hands: "After all, that is the emperor, I have to keep an eye on it. Liulang, do you want to rest here?"
"Go!" Guo Ning nodded and said, "I'm waiting for someone here."
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