The battlefield of real combat has never been as romantic as praising the achievements of immortal generals. The low wall of Qianniu Fort is not very tall, and there is no moat several meters wide to block it. When strong men ride horses and wave swords at you, When running, the threat of death is actually very suffocating.
But fortunately, this was not the first time for most of the Ming soldiers to see such a scene. Even a kid like Han Twelve Lang could calmly wind, pull, and aim, and then,
"Whoosh!"
The arrow rotated with power and penetrated into the neck of a big Tatar man in a very short period of time. Then he rolled to the ground, while the horse under the seat was still running forward without knowing what the situation was.
"Hit!" Yu Zizai slapped the stone on the city wall hard, then looked left and right, and got some arrow feathers for Han Twelve Lang, "Come again, come again!"
"Straight bitch! Who shot it? So accurate!"
There is no time to distinguish, just listen to the drum sound of "Winter, winter, winter,". People will gain an inexplicable courage in group actions. When everyone shouts "kill," it seems that there is nothing to fear.
A group of Tatar soldiers at the front rushed forward despite the rain of arrows on the wall of Qianniu Castle. From an objective point of view, they were all very brave warriors with very skilled combat skills. Once they got close, they would draw their bows. Nocking arrows and aiming can be improved a lot.
On a row of dozens of meters of city walls, Ming army soldiers were shot down one after another.
"Ahhhh!"
The attacking Tatar soldiers shouted to drive away the fear of death, and protected the compatriots who were carrying the big logs straight into the gate!
boom! boom!
"The rhythm is wrong!" Yu Zizai stood up holding his injured leg, "Twelve Lang, follow me to the city gate! You must stop the Tatars from rushing in!"
In the chaos of swaying figures, He Yanheng only saw a back figure and a child coming down the city wall. He couldn't care about that much because there were still enemies in front of him.
After the initial rain of arrows, there was a flood of Tatar soldiers trying to overflow the walls of Thousand Bull Castle.
At this time, the number of enemies and the number of us have become a certain concept. In front of the sword, whether it is a state of red-eyed killing or a numbness that can only swing a sword, every soldier only wants to chop down the enemy in front of him. Kill something.
Huoshai personally took charge, and this time the Tatars attacked the city more ferociously than before, even at any cost.
Perhaps the Tatars felt that there was no need to waste any more time in this place. The stalemate was only beneficial to the Ming army and gave the Ming army time to mobilize its forces. So this status quo should be broken, starting from Qianniu Fort!
Wow!
Behind the city gate, Yu Zizai drew out his scimitar. There were nearly a thousand soldiers gathered here, many of them with bows and arrows, aiming at the Tatar soldiers who might rush in.
Yu Zizai walked in the center of this arc like this, setting an example that a general should set with a posture of being ready for death.
"There are still women and children in Qianniu Castle!" Yu Zizai yelled at the top of his lungs, "From here on, we can't retreat even one step! If the Tatars want to kill you, they have to step over my body first. Likewise, If we want to snatch women and children, we must first step on your corpses! We are trapped in the fort. Surrender means death, and fighting means death, so kill the enemy with a knife!"….
boom!
The sound of logs hitting the city gate is so terrifying!
Han Twelve Lang also felt that his scalp was tight. He raised his bow and arrow and stood behind Yu Zizi. With his tender face and small hands, the child's eyes were filled with chaos, as if he still didn't understand the nature of the world. appearance, but now he is facing life and death.
When the first crack appears in the city gate, life and death really come.
"Fire the arrow!"
The sound of arrows, the roars of the enemy, and the screams were all intertwined.
"Pull the rope!"
When the Tatars really rush in on horseback, there will be soldiers on both sides of the road who are ready to pull up the ropes, so that both the man and the horse can stumble, and then the men on the side who are ready will go up and make up for it.
I have practiced this set of metaphors many times, and when it comes to battle, I can
I've used it before, so I'm pretty proficient now.
But if the city gate is breached, more and more Tatar soldiers will pour in. They are very fast, rushing in front of them in the blink of an eye, and those holding the ropes will be the first to be eliminated by the enemy. object.
There is no other way. At this time, we can only fight hand to hand.
The Tatars will also dismount, because the entrance to such a small city is full of corpses and torches, and it is actually no longer suitable to ride a horse.
"Twelve Lang, kill me!"
There seemed to be infinite anger in Yu Zizai's eyes. He met the eyes of a big man with a cross-faced face. He held the knife tightly in both hands and rushed forward. Scalp it with him!
clang!
Just this time, Yu Zizai felt the tiger's mouth hurt.
The big Tatar man murmured something like a bird, and then laughed. Yu Zizai could understand it even though he couldn't understand it. He said angrily: "I am from a military academy. I am a member of the army tomorrow. I am still afraid of you, an uncivilized bird! Come again!"
Behind him, Han Twelve Lang kept staring at him, watching the details of the two men's fighting movements. He was not big, but very agile. He hid in Yu Zizi's lower body and ran towards the big man's calf with a knife!
"ah!"
Yu Zizai immediately seized the opportunity and slashed horizontally. No matter where he hit, it was a pillar of blood that reached the sky!
"Kill again!"
Such a fight is a torture for both parties. Blood and flesh were torn apart in this small space, and the people behind stepped on the bodies of the fallen people. People didn't know the time, and they forgot themselves. They didn't even know it was starting to snow.
There was a brave man in the Ming army. With his strength and the brothers who gathered around him, he actually killed more than a dozen Tatar soldiers in a row. On the streets in the city, more and more Ming soldiers fell. He seems to interpret a different scenery here.
After several rounds of fighting, Yu Zizai was injured, and he was already exhausted. His right hand could not help but tremble, and the other hand kept pushing Han Twelve Lang back.
"Go and hide! Hide until reinforcements come! Go!"
The young child was not willing to leave the godfather he had just recognized. In just over half an hour, he had seen too many people fall. No matter how strong they were, the white knife went into the red knife. came out, then closed his eyes and never spoke again. ….
A child is still a child. At this time, he was so scared that he shed tears. His lips trembled and he said, "No, I can't let you go."
On the other side, the most valiant Ming army soldier quickly moved closer to him after cutting down a Tatar. He stared at Yu Zizai and asked, "Do we really have reinforcements?!"
Yu Zizai firmly believed, "Yes, there must be!"
"how much longer?"
"I have no idea!"
The Tatars could not understand their conversation, and they did not want to hear it. They just wanted them to shut up forever.
Yu Zizi had no choice but to raise his sword to fight again.
boom!
He had no strength left, and the big knife slashed at him. Although it was blocked, it shocked him backwards, and finally he sat down on the ground with a bang. Then the enemy came with a fierce force, giving him no chance to breathe.
Yu Zizai hurriedly stood up. He had no choice but to kill the person in front of him. In the end, he decided to give up defense and die together to fight the enemy!
Han Twelve Lang could see clearly, and his eyes widened rapidly.
"Don't be dazed!" The brave Ming army soldier from before slashed the Tatar who was about to attack Han Twelve Lang from behind with his sword, but he also blocked Twelve Lang's sight.
Looking again the next second, I saw the Tatar's big knife piercing Yu Zizai's body, and Yu Zizai also stabbed his dagger into the man's neck. His knife had fallen to the ground and he couldn't hold it anymore. .
Behind Yu Zizai, the curved blade was dazzling scarlet, and a drop of blood dripped from the tip of the blade at a certain moment.
"father!"
Twelve Lang rushed over desperately, took a knife and knocked down the dying Tatar soldier.
His head was covered with blood, and Yu Zizai lay down straight.
"father!"
Twelve Lang held Yu Zizai's head and roared at the top of his lungs. He hurriedly tried to stuff back the blood spit out from Yu Zizai's mouth, but everything was still in vain.
"Cough, cough..." Yu Zizai's life was passing quickly. He seemed to feel a little relieved that someone was holding him and crying, and said in Han Twelve Lang's ears: "It must be... it must be... ...There are reinforcements. I believe Your Highness, Twelve Lang, don’t give up and live on...It’s a pity...I really want to see the day when the Ming Dynasty is prosperous..."
"Dad, dad, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die."
This was just a young boy, and he didn't understand many things. He only knew how to cry, helplessly, and finally watched Yu Zizi slowly close his eyes.
"uneasy!"
He Yanheng, who came down from the city wall, also arrived. The situation at the city gate was very bad. He brought some more people over. Unexpectedly, he was a step too late and only saw the scene of Yu Zizai dying.
The battlefield is cruel, and everyone has no time to say goodbye to the familiar comrades around them. Even like He Yanheng, who has done this many times, his heart is stinging, and then all his attention is overwhelmed by the surging enemies.
"Good skills!" He Yanheng praised the soldier who was fighting. He kept his beard and gathered three comrades around him, making it a long gun. Because he was covered by someone and he was powerful, more than a dozen Tatars were approaching him. Not able to survive.
"General congratulations! My name is Li Guan! General Yu just said that there are reinforcements. When will the reinforcements arrive?"
He Yanheng was stunned. Could it be that discomfort was the only way to motivate people?
"Indeed, it is already on its way!"
"Okay! Then I'll kill him a few more times!"
The bravery shown by Li Guan attracted the Tatars. They were not afraid of the large number of people, but instead they wanted to defeat this guy.
But He Yanheng wouldn't just watch, so the two parties fell into a situation of killing each other again.
Han Twelve Lang shook Yu Zizi, but no matter how he shook it, no one on the ground responded at all. The child gradually understood that maybe this was death, and the grief in his heart made him howl loudly, looking up to the sky and facing the fall. The snowflake shouted:
"Reinforcements, come quickly!"
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