Under the city gate, the sound of killing shook the sky, and blood flowed like a river.
In this short half hour, this small space almost turned into a meat grinder, almost into a cemetery. The Ming army and the rebels repeatedly pulled and started a bloody hand-to-hand battle.
In this short period of time, more than 300 people were killed by the Ming army, and more than 400 people were killed by the rebels.
The rebels came to rob the city, while the Ming army came to survive.
In contrast, those who fight to survive are more willing to fight. After all, if you don’t fight hard, you will die!
Moreover, the city gate is narrow and the space is limited. Although the rebels have an absolute advantage in numbers, most of them can only cheer outside and cannot use their strength.
Corpses fell one after another, piling up like a mountain, almost blocking the city gate.
"Pull the bodies out and clear the roads!"
Lieutenant General Li Changgeng directed the rebels to clear the passage while fighting.
Only when the road is opened can they rush into the city unimpeded. Only when the city gate is opened can nearly 10,000 rebels swarm in and the heroes can be used.
Some of the rebels were fighting and others were working, and one fallen body after another was dragged outside the city gate.
Regardless of whether they were friendly or enemy troops, even some people who had not yet died were dragged outside the city wall mercilessly without any mercy.
The city walls were filled with arrows like rain, bullets like hail, mixed with rolling stones and hammering wood. These dying "corpses" were mercilessly allowed to end their lives and start over again in the same place.
For a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and screams came one after another.
Xiang Fan entered the battle with a sword and fought fiercely with Yang Kang for twenty rounds. He seized the opportunity and chopped off Yang Kang's head with a single blow.
Hearing that Yang Kang was the commander of the Guiyang Guard, Xiang Fan was overjoyed and roared to boost morale.
"Brothers, come on, the commander of the Ming army is dead, and Guiyang City is at your fingertips!"
I heard that the commander died in the battle, and the morale of the Ming army was greatly reduced.
Under one situation and another, the Ming army retreated steadily, and they were about to be killed by the rebels and enter the city.
At the critical moment, Jiang Guanjun led the Chang'an army to attack.
He was seen wearing a white shirt stained red with blood and holding a spear. He was like a tiger descending the mountain among thousands of troops. He was unstoppable. Wherever he went, the rebels he killed were retreating.
Guns and flowers are flying, and every time they fall, a life will be taken away!
"Kill me!"
"Hey, ho...ha!"
Jin Zhu wielded the scimitar and followed closely behind Jiang Guanjun, like a pair of partners who cooperated tacitly. Wherever the scimitar went, he also cut melons and vegetables, and was unstoppable.
Pang Feihong carried a saber, Ding Xiao wielded a long sword, and Xu Le wielded a machete. They all tried their best to move forward bravely, killing the rebels like the ebbing sea water.
"Kill, kill the rebels, kill the rebels!"
The Chang'an army followed the general's lead, cheered up one by one, charged with all their strength, and soon drove the rebels back to the city gate again.
Zhu Renxia led other companies and ordered people to pick up the door bolt on the ground: "After the city gate is closed, bolt the door shut immediately."
Immediately, many Minzhuang, who were big and strong, stepped forward to pick up the door bolt that had fallen on the ground, followed closely behind the charging companions, and were ready to open the door.
Xiang Fan was commanding the rebels to enter the city under the city gate. Unexpectedly, the vanguard was driven out by the Ming army just after rushing through the city gate hole for more than ten feet, and they immediately rushed forward with their swords in hand.
"Kill me!"
The broadsword in Xiang Fan's hand rushed towards Jiang Guanjun's head and chopped it down with one stroke. The fifty-kilogram broadsword fell on his head amid the whistling wind.
Jiang Guanjun did not dare to be careless, and faced him with all his strength, wielding his gun.
There was a loud "clang" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and the eardrums of the people around him buzzed.
The weapons in their hands bounced off separately. Jiang Guanjun's spear was light and could be retracted and deployed freely.
The broadsword in Xiang Fan's hand weighed fifty-six kilograms. After it bounced away, he lost control and hit a soldier next to him on the head. His brain burst and he died on the spot.
"Hiss... Such great strength!"
Xiang Fan couldn't help but take a breath of air. He didn't expect that there would be such a brave general in Guiyang City. "I am Xiang Fan. Do you dare to tell me your name?"
"Are you Xiang Fan, one of Yang Yinglong's five tiger generals?"
While Jiang Guanjun was chatting with him, the spear in his hand was not idle. He used the white snake to spit out the message and pierced Xiang Fan's neck.
"Now that you know my name, how dare you come to die?"
Xiang Fan swung his knife away from the silver spear and shouted loudly with his eyes wide open.
"Haha... what a coincidence. The general who was stabbed to death by me in the valley early this morning was named Xiang Zhao. Do you two know each other?"
While Jiang Guanjun was attacking, he used words to provoke the other party, hoping that the other party would reveal his flaws in anger and he would seize the opportunity to stab him to death.
"Wow...it turns out that the second child died at your hands, and he will die!"
Xiang Fan was furious, and slashed at Jiang Guanjun like crazy with the sword in his hand, wishing he could chop him into pieces.
"Oh...it turns out that this bargain is your brother? Otherwise, I will give you another ride to accompany your brother under the Nine Springs, so that he will not be lonely on the road to hell!"
Jiang Guanjun flashed around, patiently dealing with him, using every move he saw and changing his moves.
"I'm afraid you don't have the ability!"
Xiang Fan's roar was like thunder, and the sword in his hand was like a dragon making waves in the sea, and like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, he was really fierce and powerful.
It has to be said that this fan's martial arts is much better than that of Lu Xiong, who is also one of the "Five Tiger Generals" under Yang Yinglong.
Outside Liping City, Lu Xiong was ambushed and was killed by Xu Le off guard before he could show off his skills.
However, a person with high martial arts skills should be able to see all directions and listen to all directions. If he is killed by a sneak attack, it shows that he is not vigilant enough and his reaction speed is not enough.
In a short time, Jiang Guanjun fought with Xiang Fan for thirty rounds, gradually gaining the upper hand.
Although Xiang Fan gradually became overwhelmed, he could still manage to hold on.
However, the rebels around Xiang Fan were driven back by the combined efforts of Jin Zhu, Pang Feihong and others, and were driven out of the city gate step by step.
Xu Le and other minzhuang who came from the Qi family army were the best at this kind of hand-to-hand combat. They followed Qi Jiguang through the Yuanyang Formation and specially practiced close combat. With tacit cooperation, they killed the rebels and retreated one after another.
Seeing that he was about to be surrounded, Xiang Fan could only make a feint and strode out of the city gate.
"Damn it, I'll let you go today!"
Jiang Guanjun snorted coldly: "If you can fight for a while longer, I will definitely kill you!"
Xiang Fan fled into the rebels, surrounded by shields and archers, and shouted: "You have the ability to come out and fight. How can you bully the few?"
Jiang Guanjun laughed: "There are 40,000 of you, and there are only 4,000 or 5,000 in our city. Who is bullying the few with more people? You have the ability to withdraw your troops. Let's make an appointment to have a showdown with gongs and drums." ?”
"You come out first and then talk!"
"You come in first and talk about it!"
"You come out first!"
"You come in first!"
While the two men were talking, fifty or sixty Ming troops worked together to push the city gates and slowly close the two huge city gates.
"Insert the door bolt, quickly insert it!"
Zhu Renxia took matters into his own hands and led a dozen tall and powerful people to step forward carrying a two-foot-long door bolt and jammed the city gate in one fell swoop, successfully blocking the rebels from the city gate.
"well!"
Seeing that the success fell short, Xiang Fan was so angry that he slashed down the big knife in his hand and cut a rolling stone that had been knocked down from the city wall into two pieces. "The success fell short. I'm so angry!"
The rebels wanted to intercept the Chang'an Army, so they did not carry ladders, siege cones and other weapons, and could only watch the city gates being closed.
Xiang Fan reluctantly ordered the horn to sound the retreat.
"Pass my order, withdraw your troops!"
Amidst the shrill sound of trumpets, the dejected rebels retreated one after another. Five to six hundred lives were lost in this busy work.
If it was the only gain, it was that Xiang Fanzhen killed Yang Kang, the commander of the Guiyang Guards, a third-rank imperial official, which could be regarded as comfort.
