The walls of Yangquan County are very short, so short that those born with girls feel that they can jump to the top of the city with just a few thuds. Then they can naturally feast on their own and let their swords and guns drink the smell of blood.

These Jurchens had absolute confidence in their combat effectiveness. When they were in Liaodong, even if they had only a few hundred people, they dared to charge against the neat military formations of the Qi people, and then used their brute force to tear the opponent's war to pieces, break up the opponent's queues, and then launched a massacre.

Through the intelligence of the Qi people, they knew that there were no regular troops from the Ming Dynasty on the opposite side, but only some local militia groups, which made them even more distracted.

When they yelled and rushed to the top of Yangquan City, fantasizing about the endless food, clothes, and the watery girl after rushing into the city, everyone's gland hormones are above an absolute high level.

Then I heard a thunderous roar.

Wu Shu, who was charging, looked up at the sky, and saw nothing dark. When he lowered his head, he saw a fire burst out. In the fire, a whizzing sound came endlessly. Then four spaces appeared in the crowd of people who were launching a group charge. Originally, there were people in these places, but now they either flew into the air or fell to the ground.

When they were blown away, blood kept gushing out from their eyes, ears, mouth and nose. People were wriggling like maggots, and when their legs were bounced, there was no sound again. Those people were more hurt by the explosion's internal organs, while more people were injured by the scattered fragments of the flowering bullet.

They were wearing armor given to them by the Qi people, which effectively avoided some fatal injuries, but injuries were inevitable. If they were injured by fragments and were not covered by armor leaves, they would basically lose their combat effectiveness.

The female Naoto, who was in a violent state, was not frightened by these explosions, nor did she lose her fighting spirit because of her companions' tragic situation. On the contrary, the blood aroused their fighting spirit. Over the years, they have been fighting with the Qi people in Liaodong, using their lives to exchange for the survival of the tribe. The more they faced down, the more courage they were, the speed of rushing forward increased faster.

The only leader Wu Shu looked at Yangquan City with some surprise. Didn’t he say that there were only militia groups? And, what was that just now? But when Naoto launched a charge, even he could not stop these people from acting unless they shed all their blood. Seeing that their subordinates rushed faster and faster, Wu Shu could only follow.

After running forward for hundreds of meters, Wu Shu had just felt relieved when the same loud noise sounded again, and many of his troops fell on the charge.

But at this time, they were already very close to the city wall.

"Their fire is very slow." Wu Shu roared loudly. He had never seen such a weapon that made a loud noise, but this did not mean that he was not very knowledgeable. The life course of a child Nao Ren was fighting to death. Although Wu Shu was young, he had extremely rich combat experience. The interval between the two cannons allowed him to distinguish the shortcomings of this thing in an instant.

"Run, go forward, run!" He shouted loudly and accelerated his pace. At the same time, his heart was also very calm. In his opinion, the Mingren opposite was not as powerful as the rows of powerful crossbows of Qiren. When fighting against Qiren, Naoto needs to attack forward continuously against Qiren's endless powerful crossbows. Their biggest reliance was the thin wooden board in their hands. When they often rushed to Qiren, the road ahead was covered with the corpses of tribes.

But the eight loud noises just now only took away dozens of lives. It was amazing that there were about a hundred people. He saw that the fastest-runnered tribes had reached the bottom of the city wall.

"The artillery is indeed a lot of disadvantages!" Yang Zhi on the city wall shook his head. Every time he fired, he had to clean the cannon chamber, load gunpowder, load shells, and then fire. The time spent in the middle was enough for a person with good physical strength to run a few hundred steps forward. If it was a cavalry and launched an attack at such a distance, Yang Zhi estimated that the gunners could fire at most one shot. Then he could only extend the shooting, attack the enemy's deep queue, and hand over the battle in front to the infantry. Once the infantry in front could not withstand the cavalry's charge, the only thing the artillery could do was to escape. As for the artillery, let's forget it. Even infantry cannons weigh several hundred pounds.

He was evaluating the pros and cons of artillery in his mind, but he was not idle in his hand. He pulled out the huge black sword inserted on the ground and walked towards the city. There were no more than 500 people with combat experience on the city. The others were all young and strong. He walked along the way and saw that those people were already scared by the fierce daughter Naoto under the city and shivered.

"Rise the gun!" On the city wall, the officers shouted at the top of their lungs. Although the rows of long spears were a little different, they finally raised them up. Behind them, the twenty guards of Murong Yuan pulled the strong bows in their hands. Murong Yuan grew up with his mother in the Ming Dynasty. Although his combat level was not low, this archery technique was not good. But the elite barbarians he sent to them were proficient in riding and shooting.

The first Jurchen rushed up, ran two steps tightly, and rushed upwards with one foot on the city wall, alternating his legs, and stomping on the wall with the other foot. As they expected, when they jumped up, they were already higher by the city wall.

"Thorn!" The city wall was accompanied by the roars of officers, and the spears were stabbed out in uneven times. Although they were not neat, they were better than many people. When everyone poked out the spears in their hands, the city wall was as if sharp spear grass was growing in an instant. The first child Naomen who rushed up were poked and fell to the city.

It seemed that these guys were driven down together, but in this round, the experienced warriors who really killed Naoto Naoto. Their hands were stable. Facing the hideous face of the fierce Jurchen, they didn't blink and stabbed the gun hard. The young and strong performance was very unsatisfactory. Although some people stabbed out, they were soft and weak. They were blocked by Naoto Naoto's armor and were not injured at all. That is, when they fell down the city, their butts hurt a little.

"Second row, stab!" After stabbing the first shot, the officers shook their wrists, pulled the gun, and retreated sideways. At this time, the gunmen in the second row took a step from their positions, stabbing the guns in their hands again, so that there would be no gap between the two rows of stabbing guns. But after all, most of the city walls are young and strong, and it is possible that there is such a well-trained place. Some of them were ecstatic after stabbing a shot. They shouted that they had stabbed it, but they forgot that they should pull the gun back at this time, and he did not retreat sideways and retreat.

, the ones behind could not come up. On the city wall, there were only two rows of gunmen standing together. Some stabbed the enemy and did not draw the gun in time. The fierce child really grabbed the gun bar with his backhand. When he fell down, he pulled the gunman down. At this time, the end of the fall, he could only be dismembered by a random knife. Most people knew to retreat, but in a panic, they forgot to retreat sideways directly. At this moment, the people behind wanted to avoid them and stab the spear in their hands, and they immediately became messy.

It was this small delay that many people from the Jurchens who jumped up to the first row had already snatched up on the city wall. With howling, they waved their weapons and slashed at the Ming people in front of them.

The sound of arrows sounded, and the barbarian archers who had already prepared shot out the feather arrows in their hands, and the feather arrows fell accurately on the barbarian's face. These archers who Murong Hai selected to protect his son were superbly archery.

With their support, the officers took a breath and immediately led the officers to make up for the place where they were broken through by the birth of a daughter, and they immediately took the men to make up for it and remained firmly.

At this moment, Yang Zhi rushed over like a wind. The heavy black sword was sometimes like a spirit snake in his hand, sometimes reentering Mount Tai, and supporting the unbearable city. It seemed that there was no impact on him. He could always appear accurately where the child was born, stabbed the front, stabbed the black sword, and hit the opponent one by one with his left hand or punched, and hit the opponent one by one. Those who were hit by him naturally could not save their lives.

When he swept from one end to the other end on the city, the women who had just attacked the city were driven down again.

The officers in the city wiped the cold sweat from their faces. Looking at General Yang who was like a god in the firelight, everyone secretly called luck. They were all people who had been on the battlefield. They knew very well that if General Yang had not been here, they would be afraid that if they had just given birth to a daughter, they would break through their defense line.

"Go forward, go forward, sting, sting!" the officers hissed.

Under the city, Wu Shu shouted angrily, and was about to break through the enemy's defense, but he was beaten down again.

"Attack, attack!" He roared wildly, staring at the mighty guy just now, with a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. They are all experts, and the so-called experts can tell if they have it when they reach out. When they see the man's skills, Wu Shu knew that even if he goes up, he is afraid that he will not be his opponent.

He swallowed, preparing to call on several masters from the tribe to go up to deal with the figure just now. He lost the singles and had to fight in groups.

When he called out to his companions loudly, he suddenly felt something strange above his head. This was purely a kind of intuition on the battlefield. He looked up and saw many sparks falling from the sky. The sparks were burning and quickly landing towards the place where the children gathered. When he looked up, he saw above their heads. At some point, four huge guys were floating there.

When loud noises continued to explode in the crowd and above their heads, Wu Shu felt a heart that was cold.
Chapter completed!