The low sound of conch trumpets sounded on the north shore, breaking this brief and beautiful tranquility.
The two of them looked up towards the other side.
Countless fine riders crossed the hills and swept across the north shore.
The small white flag swaying behind the Zhenyi armored soldiers was like the Milky Way flowing backwards, flowing through the hills and shrubs, rolling in, and instantly flooding the Kaiyuan Army camp.
A black spot suddenly appeared in Liu Zhaosun's field of vision. They waved their weapons to block the Zhengbai Banner army crossing the river.
The black dot is alone and weak, like a remnant piece of chess, densely surrounded by white pieces, like a beast in a cage, tearing and biting the white pieces trying to cross the river.
This group of people blocked the front of Huang Taiji's army, defended the Qinghe River Floating Bridge to the death, and were fighting to the death!
"Who is this?"
Liu Zhaosun's blood ignited in his chest and he looked at Jin Yuji.
"I don't know, but when the slaves crossed the river, the camp was already deserted."
Liu Zhaosun looked at the North Shore Ranger and murmured to himself:
"No matter who they are, they are all good men of my Han family!"
As he spoke, he walked towards the pontoon on the south bank. Two guards immediately guarded Liu Zhaosun, and Jin Yuji also followed.
From a distance, I saw Qin Jianxun and Mao Wenlong leading the white pole soldiers and the remnants of Liao Town, using battering rams to hit the gate of Wengcheng. Hundreds of people shouted slogans together, and the gate creaked as it was hit.
There are no more Hou Jin soldiers on the north gate wall. They only occasionally shoot a few cold arrows from behind the crenellations, but they are not very accurate.
Yehe people yelled from behind the gate of Wengcheng. The Yehe people who were slaughtering the city just now were obviously in a state of panic.
These Jurchens did not know how to defend the city. Their number was originally very small, and they were scattered throughout the city. There were only a hundred or so people left at the north gate, and they could not stop the vengeful Ming army in front of them.
However, they all knew that if they let this Ming army come in, they would definitely not survive.
Liu Zhaosun's attention was attracted by the North Gate siege, when suddenly there was an earth-shattering cry from the direction of the East Gate behind him.
He quickly turned back and looked over there, only to see the Zhenglan Banner who was almost killed just now. Their morale suddenly rose, and the remaining soldiers of the Zhenglan Banner let out a fanatical cheer.
In the east gate corridor, large groups of Zhengbai Banner True Yijia soldiers suddenly poured out.
They came with great momentum. After leaving the city, they rushed towards the front line of Kaiyuan soldiers and Zhenglan Banners who were fighting fiercely without even forming a formation.
The elite support of thousands of white flags was like a huge and powerful arm, firmly holding back the Zhenglan Banner that was about to be annihilated from behind.
"The white flag is out! Mr. Deng Qian can't handle it. I'm going to the east gate to take command!"
After Liu Zhaosun finished speaking, he looked back at the pontoon on the north bank. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and headed towards the east gate.
"Official, I'm going too!"
Jin Yuji quickly caught up with her, and Liu Zhaosun looked back at the beauty and shook his hand.
Jin Yuji cried and said: "Guanren, you just said that we want to live and die together!"
Liu Zhaosun felt sad, but still forced a smile. He walked back to Jin Yuji, gently hugged Jin Yuji, and whispered:
"My destiny is mine. I will kill the slave chief today to avenge you. Don't worry, wait for me when I come back. I will take you to Jiangnan to listen to the White Snake's commentary."
After Liu Zhaosun finished speaking, he gently pushed Jin Yuji away without looking back, and said to the two guards:
"Protect Miss Jin, I will come back as soon as I leave!"
Jin Yuji burst into tears, Liu Zhaosun had already whipped his horse, headed towards the east gate battle formation, and left decisively.
There were shouts of killing at both the north gate and the east gate. The stubborn rangers on the other side were gradually overwhelmed by the Zhengbai Banner soldiers, and there was no movement at all.
The two guards raised their long cards to protect Jin Yuji and watched her surroundings with vigilance.
Jin Yuji looked at the officer's retreating back, tears streaming down her face. She cried for a while, then suddenly wiped away her tears, with a serious look on her face, and said to the two guards:
"Let's go, let me gather people and guard the pontoon bridge!"
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There was a dull creaking sound, and the city gate was finally knocked open by the battering ram. There was a cry of surprise inside, and dust fell from the top of his head. The unkempt and blood-stained Qin Jianxun raised his heavy knife and slashed at the oncoming man. Ye Hebing.
Fifty white-armed soldiers formed a row of spear formations, roaring and advancing towards the urn city. The sharp spearheads of the white-armed spears filled the entire city gate corridor, and the blades glowed with cold light, pointing at Ye He soldiers who were still resisting in the urn city. .
More than two hundred Yehe riders stared blankly at the white-armed soldiers who rushed in. They were all hung with the jewelry they had just snatched, and their cotton armor was spattered with blood from the massacre of the Liao people.
"kill!"
This Yehe people have seen the combat power of white pole soldiers.
That day, they had witnessed Horqin and Lianghuangqi being massacred by white-pole soldiers on the north bank.
The fighting power of the Yehe people was as good as that of the Horqin people. They originally came to Shenyang to fight with the wind, but now they were suddenly faced with such a powerful army here. Everyone was so frightened that their legs became weak, and they turned around to fight. escape.
Some brave Yehe people tried to rush out of the city gate with their waist knives. As soon as they took two steps, they were stabbed with more than a dozen holes by dense spears and fell in a pool of blood.
"Kill them all!"
Qin Jianxun roared angrily, opened his bow and nocked an arrow, and the big arrow whizzed out, hitting another Yehe man who was rushing up.
"Brothers from the Sichuan Army, do you want Liao Town to help?"
Mao Wenlong shouted loudly towards Wengcheng across the city gate. He led the last three hundred Liaozhen brothers to stand guard outside Wengcheng, guarding against the possibility of Hou Jin soldiers appearing at any time to attack their backs.
"When you enter the main city later, you can go up. I'll kill all these dog Tatars first!"
Qin Jianxun shouted to behind him without turning his head, and slashed at a Ye Hebing who was still shooting arrows with the heavy sword in his hand.
Mao Wenlong didn't speak anymore, and his face returned to a stern look. He looked up at the Hun River where the corpses were slowly floating, and thought of his dead fourth brother.
Mao Wenlong knew in his heart that if they were defeated in Hunhe today and the Tatars occupied Liaodong, more than a hundred of Mao's family members in Jueyang would also be killed by the Tatars.
"I'm not leaving today, I'm going with Mr. Liu,"
Mao Wenlong raised his head and looked around. The five hundred Liao soldiers he brought out from the east gate had just fought a bloody battle with Zhenglan Banner, and another two hundred people died. The last three hundred brothers in front of him were the last of Liao Town on the Hunhe battlefield. strength.
The Liao soldiers all looked up at Mao Wenlong. Many of them had broken armors, heavy knives in their hands with holes in them, and their bodies were exhausted. However, their eyes were burning and their morale was high.
"General, look, Commander Liu's flag!"
Mao Wenlong followed the sound and looked towards the east gate. In a sea of blood and corpses, a general's command flag, one foot high and seven feet high, was still flying fiercely on the tragic battlefield.
Under the banner of the general's command, General Liu, who was fully armored, was galloping on his horse, waving the command flag frequently at the formation of soldiers in front of him.
In the blue-flag formation, a hail of arrows rose up and fell on the head of the Kaiyuan formation. In the moment Mao Wenlong stopped to look, two of General Liu's horses had been shot.
The war drums of the Kaiyuan Army suddenly became dense and intense. This was the order for a general attack!
A hundred steps away from the general's banner, there is an earth slope built during the construction of Hun River fortifications. The height is almost the same as the city wall.
The eight-foot-tall golden drum was firmly fixed on the top of the slope with a wooden frame.
Four shirtless golden drummers appeared in Mao Wenlong's field of vision. From a distance, only their majestic backs could be seen swaying on the hillside.
From time to time, cold arrows are fired at the golden drum from all directions. The golden drummer seems to be completely unaware, like a tireless puppet, waving the drumstick desperately under the gaze of tens of thousands of people.
The passionate drum beat was like thousands of troops breaking through the glacier, like spring thunder rolling, and the overwhelming momentum overturned the mountain. Even Mao Wenlong, who was two miles away, felt his blood surge. He looked up at the drummer and praised loudly.
"Build up the morale of our army, what a hero!"
However, the more than 300 Liao soldiers below could no longer stand it any longer, and they all clamored to go into the city to seek revenge on the Tatars! Mao Wenlong's blood surged, and he was about to lead his troops into the city when he suddenly heard a Liao soldier in front shout:
"Look! There are Tatars on the north shore!"
More than three hundred Liao soldiers all looked to the north, only to see the neighing of war horses on the north bank, and the overwhelming Zhengbai Banner armored soldiers rushing towards the pontoon bridge like a tide, quickly drowning a group of Ming people holding weapons.
"The Zhengbai flag is coming! We can't let Huang Taiji cross the river! Otherwise Shenyang will be doomed!"
Mao Wenlong roared, took off the damaged chain armor from his body, peeled off the fine armor from a Bagya corpse next to him, put it on himself, and looked back at the brothers.
"Those who want to kill the Tatars, come with me!"
Three hundred Liao soldiers raised their heads and shouted in unison:
"Kill the Tartars!"
Mao Wenlong nodded and said loudly:
"The armor has been changed! Go dig among the dead for spears, bows and arrows, and find some gunpowder!"
"They say we in Liao Town are cowards. Today I will watch three hundred against three thousand, guard this bridge!"
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