Hundreds of red sparks rose from the golden formation on the south bank, and iron trees and silver flowers slanted down, pouring down on the two long card players like a waterfall.
The long player was engulfed in the fire and turned into two fireballs.
Where the rocket landed, flames as high as a person shot up five steps forward and back.
The flames spread like snakes towards both sides of the pontoon, driven by the river wind.
The heavy arrows were like an airtight wall, crossing the sea of fire and hitting the soldiers on the bridge.
Qin Jianxun immediately fell to the ground and turned over a Ba Ya body to block the front.
The heavy arrow hit the corpse with a hissing sound. A white-armored soldier behind him couldn't dodge and was shot in the neck. He groaned and fell to the ground. His body twisted a few times on the bridge, slipped and fell into the Hun River.
Next to the white-armored soldier, a boring man fell down.
A tall long poker player stepped forward and ran to the sea of fire before stopping.
Flag captain Wang Quan blew his whistle hard from behind, urging those in front to leave quickly.
Qin Jianxun was about to get up when another wave of heavy arrows came.
Within thirty steps, the heavy arrows had a very high penetration rate. A group of people were crowded together at the bridge, making them perfect targets.
The soldiers who had just stepped onto the pontoon bridge were like long snakes whose heads were suddenly beheaded. They were stuck on the bridge, in a dilemma.
Hearing the advance whistle, the long card player at the front looked back at his companions, gritted his teeth, shouted, and plunged into the fire bridge in front.
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On top of the North Gate Urn City, the corners of Houjin Khan's mouth slightly raised as he looked at the burning pontoon bridge in front of him.
There were five or six personal Goshiha standing next to him, and the gold-woven dragon tapestry above his head had disappeared.
Just now, a flying crow of divine fire crossed the Hun River, roared over Wengcheng, and landed close to Nurhachi's head. Amid Goshiha's screams, it knocked the Great Khan's dragon flag off the city wall. Exploded in mid-air and burned to pieces.
Coupled with Mao Yunlong's last bombardment, Nurhachi survived the second disaster within three days, which fully proved the attributes of Houjin Khan's true dragon emperor.
Thinking of these, Nurhachi's manic mood calmed down a little.
The Great Khan ordered his bodyguard, Goshi Habayan, to take the master to the north gate.
In a little while, this real dragon like him will destroy Liu Zhaosun and the rest of the gang in the Hun River, and the master must calm their souls in time.
When the Kaiyuan cavalry attacked the pontoon last night, the Hou Jin soldiers sprinkled the south bank pontoon with tung oil and sulfur. Liu Zhaosun's troops were limited and could not rush to the south bank. He did not have sentry horses at home, so he did not know the situation of the south bank pontoon.
The southern end of the pontoon bridge was quickly engulfed in a sea of flames. The Kaiyuan soldiers who had been so energetic just now stopped in front of the sea of fire. The soldiers behind them surged up, causing congestion on the bridge deck.
"Hahaha, isn't it said that Liu Zhaosun's soldiers are all brave and not afraid of death?"
Nurhachi smiled coldly. He had just received a report from the sentry horse. Huang Taiji led 3,500 elite troops from the Zhengbai Banner. They were only ten miles away from Shenyang. They would be able to arrive behind Liu Zhaosun in half an hour and steal his retreat.
The reason why Houjin Khan did not order the pontoon bridge to be cut off was to allow all the original soldiers to cross the river, and then choose the most suitable time to attack them halfway across the river.
Now that the effect of the half-crossing attack has been achieved, the Kaiyuan soldiers have lost their energy and can only retreat to the north bank and sit back and watch the Zhejiang soldiers be destroyed.
Of course, when the Zhejiang army is wiped out, their lone army will also be dead.
"Great Khan, the ships on the south bank are ready and ready to cross the river to pursue the Ming army at any time!"
Fan Wencheng was reporting loudly to the Khan. He looked up at the thick smoke rising from the Hun River and felt quite heartbroken. It was a pity that such a good bridge burned down.
"Okay, when Zhengbai Banner arrives soon, let the warriors cross the river. Tens of thousands of horses will attack the Ming army on the north bank from the north and south. Even Liu Zhaosun, the god of heaven, can't resist it!"
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The billowing smoke from the pontoon drifted to the south bank along the river wind. Bagala shouted loudly, summoning the archers, and continued to shoot at the chaotic Ming army on the bridge.
Since the archers of the two yellow flags were dispersed one after another, the only ones left that could be mobilized were the white flag and the blue flag.
Niulu Erzhen mobilized thousands of archers and fired light arrows at the stagnant Kaiyuan warriors behind the flames.
The soldiers on the bridge used long cards to cover themselves, but some people were still shot by arrows and rolled and fell into the Hun River.
Twenty steps directly in front of Houjin Archer, a fire dragon more than one foot wide coiled on the bridge deck, cutting off the bridge deck from the south bank.
Jacques Shan looked at the churning flames. He believed that no living person would rush out of the flames.
Because he just saw a spearman who was trying to rush over and was burned alive by the fire a few steps away from the shore.
This Bagara from Zhenglan Banner was carrying a long ax, and several Bagara around him supervised these makeshift Houjin archers.
Most of the archers were unarmored. In order to let the light arrows shoot farther, they worked hard to get closer to the pontoon.
Yakeshan waited for the wood on the bridge to burn out, and then waited to see the Nikans trampling on each other. By then, he didn't know how many people Liu Zhaosun would have died.
"Burn you southern barbarians to death!"
Jacques Shan felt that it was a bit unsatisfactory to stay behind and hold the battle, so he took a walking bow and walked near the archer.
He first adjusted the bow string, then raised his head and looked at the Ming army on the bridge. He quickly locked his target. Fifty steps away, an unarmored gunman was still looking at the burning bridge deck in a daze.
He was so proud that he was about to open his bow when he suddenly felt that the flames on the bridge that had just been set ablaze had become smaller.
The Ming army seemed to have covered the flames with something.
sand? But there would be so much sand on the bare bridge.
Just when Yakshan was puzzled, a gust of river wind blew away the white mist caused by the burning bridge deck.
Then, this Zhenglan Banner Ba Ya La, who had spent his remaining years fighting, saw a scene that shocked him!
The Ming army, which had stagnated for a while, began to move forward again like a giant snake waking up.
The Ming troops walking in the front were like corpses that were not afraid of being burned, one after another, rushing forward like throwing themselves down on a burning bridge.
The first row of Ming troops who rushed forward totaled thirteen people. They were in a mandarin duck battle formation. The long card player was in front, holding the long card and walking towards the burning bridge step by step.
The red mandarin duck jackets they wore quickly blended into the firelight, but there were obviously fewer open flames on the bridge.
Then came the second row of soldiers, also with the long card player in front, falling like corpses on the remaining open fire.
Twenty-six soldiers used their bodies to suppress the flames that were raging on the bridge. After the open flames were extinguished, thick smoke suddenly billowed, and the stench of roasted corpses emanated from all around.
Yakeshan stared blankly at the scene happening in front of him. He had been fighting with the Great Khan for more than ten years, and this was the first time he encountered such an opponent.
What the Kaiyuan soldiers in front of them showed was no longer a question of whether they were afraid of death.
Yakeshan wondered whether these more than twenty soldiers were flesh and blood, or were they cursed by Liu Zhaosun? That’s why you don’t know the pain?
He suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill, as if someone had suddenly poured a basin of ice water on his back.
He couldn't help but shiver and took a step back, subconsciously wanting to stay away from these soldiers.
Amin was almost wiped out by these people last time in Kaiyuan.
Could it be that Zhenglan Banner will suffer the same fate today?
Jacques Shan stayed there for a long time, until a sharp bamboo whistle sounded on the bridge, and then a team of card players stepped on the burning corpse on the ground, broke through the black smoke, and appeared in his field of vision. Followed closely by a row of spearmen and gunmen.
Jacques Shan felt that he was suddenly placed on a red wasteland, with thousands of troops on the opposite side marching towards him.
He turned around and looked around. The archers who were having fun shooting arrows just now had stopped drawing their bows and stared blankly at the burning corpses of the soldiers on the bridge.
"Shoot an arrow! Shoot an arrow quickly!"
Yakshan woke up like a dream and shouted loudly.
"Hold the pontoon bridge and don't let them come! Don't..."
Before Yakeshan could finish his words, a sturdy long card player had already rushed to the bridge. Regardless of the flying arrows, he shouted something in Chinese, jumped down from the bridge, and hit a group of Houjin archers. .
A thin queen soldier was directly knocked down by the long card player. The long card player picked up the long card and smashed it against the surrounding queen soldiers like a sledgehammer. While doing so, he made a frightening sound. Yell.
The surrounding archers had long been frightened by this man's aura, and a dozen of them actually took a step back.
"kill him!"
Yakeshan swung his heavy knife and slashed at the long card player. The opponent quickly used the long card to block it. Only then did the archers next to him react, pull out their swords, and come up to chop down this audacious Ming army.
A group of people struggled to kill the long card player. Just as they raised their heads, four more soldiers jumped down from the bridge. Jacques Shan looked at the chain armor on their bodies and the palladium spears and muskets in their hands. Suddenly, his teeth felt a little... Sour.
"Kill them all! Come on!"
Jacques Shan said as he passed by a group of archers without armor and holding swords, and fled to the rear without looking back.
Just after walking for more than ten steps, there was a loud bang, and a teapot-shaped stone fell from the sky and rolled to the feet of Baya La, still emitting white smoke.
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At the top of Wengcheng, the real dragon Nurhachi watched the fire dragon rising from the pontoon being extinguished by the Kaiyuan soldiers who came one after another, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
The few Goshihars behind the Great Khan looked up at the burning corpses of the soldiers on the pontoon, and they all sighed.
These usually ferocious Jurchen warriors actually showed a trace of fear in their eyes at this moment.
"How can you be so brave and fearless of death? Are you inhuman?"
Knowing why you are dying and not being afraid of death are two completely different realms.
"How did Liu Zhaosun turn a group of ants into this?"
More than 3,000 Kaiyuan soldiers formed a mighty wave of troops, roaring and crashing into the Houjin formation.
Mao Wenlong led the men and horses of Liao Town, followed Ye He Jingqi, and came from the north bank to reinforce the soldiers.
Further afield, the armies from Liao Town, which came from Guangning, Shanhaiguan, Ningyuan and other places, have already embarked on their journey. They are like countless streams, converging into the Hun River at the feet of Liu Zhaosun.
Looking at these desperate soldiers, Nurhaci felt the chill from hell.
He suddenly thought: If this battle is defeated, the one who is silenced by Hunhe will not be Liu Zhaosun, but the Houjin Great Khan himself.
The end of Jin Dynasty?
Personal Goshiha is finally back.
"Where's the master?"
Nurhachi stared at the Kaiyuan soldiers who broke into the position on the south bank, feeling a little panicked in his heart.
"Great Khan, the master is dead."
Nurhaci turned back and looked at Bayan coldly.
"Great Khan, little Belle said that the master wife was a liar, deceiving people and deceiving the Great Khan. The soul-suppressing bottle was fake and did not suppress the evil spirits at all. Kill her with a knife."
Nurhachi stayed for a moment, and a familiar buzzing sound came again in his ears.
"Where is Dudu now?"
The burly Bayan shrank his neck and whispered:
"Back to the Great Khan, Little Beile has led his troops into the city. He said that Tong Yangxing and Ding Bi are the scourge of Dajin. He is going to help the Great Khan kill these two dog slaves."
"Du Du wants to rebel. He wants to avenge his Ama. I can't keep him here."
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