All the Ming soldiers with pigtails swarmed forward. Several of Yebu's Goshiha rushed out with their master in a hurry. They were not wearing armor except for their swords. They were caught off guard by this group of Ming army opponents who were deliberately attacking.
After one Goshiha fell to the ground after being stabbed, he still looked in disbelief at Kang Enbei, who was clearly wearing braids and speaking Manchurian, but was helping the Han people deal with his own people.
He seemed a little familiar with this Manchu traitor. He seemed to be from the Ninth Commander?
Can not remember.
The God of Death was standing in front of him, waiting for him to take his last breath so that he could take him back to the old forest outside the pass.
But Goshiha not only did not close his eyes, but kept opening and closing his mouth, as if he had a thousand words to say to the Manchu traitor who was helping the Han people massacre his own people.
Kang Enbei had just pulled out his long knife from the belly of the compatriot who had not had time to put on the armor. He turned around and saw Goshiha who was staring at him and refused to close his eyes. Perhaps he wanted this compatriot to die in peace, so he wanted to open his mouth and say goodbye. He said a few words.
Probably he doesn't want to do this either.
But if you don’t die, I will die!
However, before he could speak, a Han voice who was ordered to supervise him came from behind: "What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and shout!"
It was Junzhou Jiang Tiancheng who was the first horse soldier to return to the Ming Dynasty.
He was ordered to lead several soldiers to protect Kang Enbei.
Because this real Tatar who can speak Manchurian is very important.
Of course, Kang Enbei also understood the other meaning of protection, so he almost subconsciously responded: "嗻!"
Then he raised his voice and screamed: "Oh no, Mr. Dutong is dead, Mr. Dutong is dead!"
Authentic and fluent Manchurian.
"Master Dutong is dead, Master Dutong is dead!"
Jiang Tiancheng and several Ming army officers imitated Kang Enbei's words and started shouting.
The Manchu dialect they are currently learning is definitely not good enough, and even sounds particularly "uncool", but in this chaos, who can tell the difference between true and false.
The night attack amplified the "offensive" of the Ming army, and the chaos intensified the panic of the Manchu soldiers countless times.
Jiang Tiancheng and the others were shouting while escorting Kang Enbei, a true Tatar, in a direction that had not been affected by the chaos.
At this time, half of the Ci Bamboo Cage was lit by fire, and the flames reflected the sky red, making the figures of the two warring parties extremely clear.
The shacks originally made of wood collapsed one after another amidst the sound of "thunderbolts", and frightened horses and livestock ran around in the village.
A bull that was snatched by Manchu soldiers from a nearby stockade even ran rampant among the crowd, not only knocking down several Manchu soldiers, but also throwing a Ming soldier into the air.
In the end, the bull plunged headlong into a shed, and was scalded to death by the fire that spread because its horns were stuck in wood and could not break free.
While the blazing fire drove away the cold night, it also caused the temperature in the village to rise sharply.
The Ming army's "braided soldiers" who bravely charged and killed the Manchu soldiers all had red faces, and the faces of the Manchurian braided soldiers who were killed were equally scalding.
It didn't take long for the air to fill with the smell of burnt corpses being roasted in the fire.
Behind Wang Wu, there were broken arms and limbs and corpses lying on the ground.
The "forest of knives" composed of dozens of long knives is like a wall, "moving laterally" from the gate of the village to the deepest part of the village.
Everywhere he went, there was only swing, swing, and more swing.
The Manchu soldiers without armor were chopped into pieces by a forest of swords, and the Manchu soldiers with armor had their limbs cut off at waist level.
The chaotic Manchurian soldiers were unable to form any effective block against the large-scale attack of the Ming army's broadsword troops.
Even though the Ming Army's sword team was small and pitiful.
Kill Du Min!
Wang Wu only had the name Du Min in his mind. His right hand was trembling slightly. The continuous chops consumed a lot of his strength, but the long knife was still tightly held in his hand.
Unless the hand is broken.
Not far away, a long beam on a house fell heavily to the ground amid the flames, causing smoke, dust and sparks to fly below.
In the fierce flames, a Manchu soldier was struggling to crawl out.
The clothes on his body were burned by the fire and stuck firmly to his skin, and there was even smoke coming from his buttocks.
The braid was burnt off, the face was burnt black, and the back was even burnt.
I can’t tell whether it’s Zhenman or Aha.
The desire to survive made the Manchurian soldier crawl out of the fire scene with difficulty. When he saw a group of braided soldiers holding broadswords in front of him, he instinctively raised his arms and tried to call for help.
As soon as his arm was raised, it broke with a "clack" sound, and the tip of the broken bone "nailed" the Manchu soldier to the ground covered in a pool of blood.
Can't move anymore.
There was no sympathy in Wang Wu's eyes. The Manchu soldiers were in chaos all around, and the shouts of Kang Enbei and others could be heard in his ears.
The screams of fear and tears made Wang Wu nod again with satisfaction at this true Tatar.
There’s nothing to look down on either.
In order to live, don't be shabby.
The news that the commander was dead spread wantonly in the air mixed with various unpleasant smells, causing every Manchu soldier who heard the news to have a look of horror on their face.
Some Manchu soldiers who rushed behind the stronghold even lost confidence in fighting the incoming Ming army after hearing the news, and ran over the fence towards the dark forest at night.
Where is Du Min? !
"Forest of Swords" is still moving forward.
Overall movement.
Swing the knife, take a breath.
Blood and fire, cold and heat, are intertwined deep in Wushan.
A group of Manchu soldiers, both armored and unarmored, collided with the "Forest of Swords".
Without any shouting, Wang Wu slashed hard at the face of the Manchu soldier in front of him with his sword.
Under the firelight, it was a childish face full of fear.
"Pfft!"
The big knife penetrated the flesh and cut into the bones. Seventeen-year-old Dawang watched blankly as a big knife was pulled out of his head.
His vision became blurry the moment blood spurted out.
When his head fell to the ground, the last thing that came to his mind was E Niang's face.
Another dozen swords were swung down, and several Manchu soldiers fell to the ground at the same time.
All of them had young faces, and some even looked like teenagers of thirteen or fourteen years old.
"kill!"
Wang Wu still had no sympathy.
No matter whether these Manchurian soldiers are young or young, or in their prime or old, they have only one identity in common - the enemy.
Obviously, these young Manchurian soldiers came to the battlefield to practice, or their families arranged for them to come here to gain merit.
Because, after this battle, there will no longer be any Han anti-Qing war in mainland China.
When several of their companions were chopped down by the same braided enemy, the remaining young Manchu soldiers screamed out loud, and then a dozen of them turned around and ran away, howling.
In them, there is no trace of the bravery of their fathers who conquered China.
Rather, they are like a group of flowers in a greenhouse, wilting instantly when the cold wind blows.
Du Min had been alarmed for a long time, but he did not immediately think that Cizhulong was attacked by the Ming army. Instead, he thought that Dang Shousu and Ta Tianbao, who had just surrendered, led the surrendered troops to cause chaos.
"This bunch of damned old thieves, the court should listen to what the regent said back then and kill all the old thieves!"
Du Min, angry and anxious, urgently ordered Goshiha to summon Ye Bu and others, and ordered the defeated troops to be gathered together. No matter what, the old shun thief would not be allowed to succeed.
But not long after Goshiha was sent out to summon people, a voice calling for his death came to his ears.
Why did I die? !
Du Min looked forward in astonishment. He confirmed that the people calling him dead were Manchus, not Hans.
So, who is spreading rumors about him!
