"Qiang"

After a crisp sound, Li Ping suddenly and surprisingly pulled out the knife.

"Send the order, the cannon soldiers continue to shoot. The troops are preparing to attack again. Anyone who retreats will be killed. Go and pass the message quickly." While raising his sword, Li Ping stared ahead and shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, a signal soldier ran forward quickly.

Song Baolai looked at Li Ping blankly and said: "Brother, you are still fighting!"

However, Li Ping ignored Song Baolai.

Gritting his teeth, he turned to the remaining three company commanders and agencies who were on standby, and shouted:.

"If we fail in front of this small village today, if we decide to retreat after a slight setback in our attack, the soldiers may all become softies in the future and will never be able to fight a tough battle again.

The attack cannot stop! If it stops, we will have no choice but to accept defeat.

I am determined to gather my reserve forces to storm one area, and I will take the lead in the attack. Honor and disgrace depend on this move, do you have the guts?"

"have"

"have"

…

Everyone was shouting answers.

"Okay! Come with me to the Fourth Company and the Fifth Company to attack. Malan, you go and gather all the archers, and you will command them to cover us." Li Ping continued to roar.

After saying that, he strode forward without hesitation.

Duan Qiang and Hu Zhongshan looked at each other solemnly and were the first to follow.

Soon, amid the sound of whistles and shouts, more than 300 men who had been waiting all rushed forward in a simple formation.

Watching the crowd continue to pass him by, Song Baolai, who stayed where he was, opened his mouth wide and wanted to shout something, but he swallowed it in the end.

"General, wait for me, put this on..."

Liu Qiang, a big silly man, emerged from nowhere and chased after him while holding a chainmail suit and yelling.

At this time, under the village wall.

Although hundreds of cannon soldiers lined up in three sparse rows had not yet fired ten rows of cannons, the continuous and intensive firing still completely shrouded the entire vicinity of the village wall in thick smoke.

The large amount of smoke produced by the primitive black powder made it impossible for the cannon soldiers to see the outline of the nearby village wall.

Some cannon soldiers began to hesitate and slow down their reloading speed, raising the muzzle of their muskets higher and higher each time they fired.

But because they did not receive any clear ceasefire order, they were still replaced row by row mechanically.

Suddenly, at a certain point, the line of cannon soldiers was broken by a large number of soldiers coming from behind.

Then, a large section of gun soldiers were quickly pushed to both sides.

"Sir, I am incompetent." A disgraced Ma Yong faced Li Ping in shame.

"Don't talk nonsense now. Once the cannons stop, continue the attack." Li Ping raised his neck and looked for the top of the wall.

Beside him, a large number of new forces who poured into the stronghold wall were also looking for ladders scattered on the ground. The example of the general was inspiring them.

But the movement under the wall could not fail to attract the attention of the enemies above the wall, which was not very tall. Especially in this section, the sudden no longer the scream of lead pellets passing overhead made everything clearer.

Several large rocks quickly flew down from the wall, and one hit a soldier who was only one meter away from Li Ping on the head.

The soldier was not wearing an iron helmet. Li Ping saw the young man groan and then collapse with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

All armor was given priority to the troops that launched the attack before, and most of the reserve troops did not have any armor.

Seeing the various things falling all over the sky, Duan Qiang, who was following closely, seemed to be going crazy, holding up a broken shield to protect Li Ping's head.

Ma Yong was also anxious and kept saying in a low voice: "General, it's dangerous here, please stay back."

But Li Ping pulled Duan Qiang away and yelled at Ma Yong in a low voice: "Stop talking nonsense, go organize the troops, I will take care of this place.".

Although Li Ping is now very timid and has more and more fears and worries in his heart, he is still more angry and impulsive. Several consecutive battle experiences have hardened his heart a lot.

Looking at the very blurry wall, Li Ping cursed in his heart.

Although the cannon soldiers behind them stopped firing, the smoke continued to fill the air, and it seemed that it would not dissipate for a while, so the substitute bow and arrow cover was not needed at all.

This is another decision that only exists in the imagination.

At this time, Liu Qiang, who was panting and holding his chainmail armor, finally found Li Ping, and he hit Li Ping without any explanation.

Li Ping, who was upset, was about to get angry, but after seeing the tension and confusion of the people around him, he finally held back.

As soon as the chainmail was straightened, a ladder beside Li Ping was already set up.

Han Jiu appeared out of nowhere and took the lead in climbing up with his shield in one swift step.

Han Jiu did not wear armor.

Li Ping was stunned for a moment and did not stop him, let alone compete with him.

As a general, Li Ping can be in such a dangerous situation, at the forefront of the attack, and among ordinary soldiers, which is enough to strongly arouse the soldiers' will to fight.

In particular, some of the old company soldiers who were hesitating under the wall became red-eyed after seeing Li Ping.

The officers and key personnel began to scramble up.

Han Jiu held a shield in one hand and held the ladder in the other as he quickly stepped up, his knife stuck behind his back.

In the smoke, the figures that had been avoiding on the wall finally began to emerge.

A spear came down, but Han Jiu easily blocked it with his shield.

Another spear was also stabbed down, perhaps due to unclear vision, it was a little off, and the speed was also a little slow.

Han Jiu reached out and grabbed the spear directly, and pulled it down hard. A bandit soldier fell down from the top with a "Ah" sound and the spear.

Then, as soon as the bandit landed on the ground, he was stabbed fiercely by the crowd below.

At this time, Han Jiu, who had stabilized his body slightly, began to kick upwards at an extremely fast speed, reaching the top of the village wall in an instant.

Then, he quickly turned to grab the shield with both hands to protect his whole chest, then kicked his legs hard, pushing the shield with his whole body and jumped into the wall of the village.

A figure who was trying to block Han Jiu by the wall was pushed down by his shield, and the sword that the man was wielding was also knocked down.

Incredibly, Han Jiu was the first to jump onto the wall.

Platoon leader Ma Guang (Li Ping's former soldier), who was following Han Jiu, also jumped into the wall, and in a moment, he and Han Jiu cut down several nearby enemy soldiers.

The gap suddenly appeared.

The bravery of Han Jiu and Ma Guang made the stunned bandits unable to react for a while. Several bandit soldiers who were also close at hand holding three-eyed guns and fire guns were so frightened that they even dropped the match ropes in their hands.

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"Quickly tell the musketeers to stop fighting, and attack along the entire front to reduce the pressure here." Li Ping grabbed Ma Yong, who still refused to leave, and shouted.

Climbing up the wall does not mean that you can stand firmly on the wall. Some of them have climbed up before, but they were quickly knocked down again.

But this is a combat opportunity after all, and combat opportunities are fleeting. No one knows which tiny change will shake up the entire battle situation.

Li Ping cannot afford to waste any opportunities now.

After shouting to Ma Yong, Li Ping couldn't wait any longer. He pulled aside a figure who was about to climb the ladder, and climbed up with a knife.

As soon as he jumped onto the wall of the village, Li Ping saw two bandit soldiers rushing toward him like crazy with big swords. He instinctively pushed and chopped. One of the bandit soldiers was immediately pushed off the wall.

wall, while the other was hacked to the ground.

When Li Ping calmed down, he saw a large group of bandit soldiers holding knives, howling, and crowding over along the relatively wide passage of the village wall. In another place, one of his soldiers had just climbed up the wall in the chaos.

People were pushed directly down.

Upon discovering the abnormality here, the enemy decisively and quickly mobilized their spare manpower to provide support.

Han Jiu and other few people who had fallen into a state of melee looked stagnant.

Without any time to think, Li Ping rushed into the battle group. With lightning speed, he knocked down several bandits who were besieging his comrades with a few blows. Then he quickly picked up a shield and shouted:

"Push them back."

While roaring, Li Ping held the shield in front of his chest and directly hit the mountain of swords and the wall of flesh that had advanced in front of him.

After crashing into the crowd, Li Ping began to push his shield hard while stabbing forward with his knife.

Duan Qiang, who had just climbed up, didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't hesitate to rush towards Li Ping with his sword.

In shock, Han Jiu and the others seemed to have been imbued with divine power. They roared and quickly knocked down the bandits surrounding them, and then also crashed into Li Ping's side.

The intertwined bodies, the constant wailing and screaming, and the slapping sounds of flesh penetration, tested the courage and will of both parties, and personal bravery also gave way to luck.

Li Ping could feel more and more people squeezing in from behind, and the bandits were being forced back slowly.

But he didn't have time to be distracted now. He just tried his best to hide his body behind the shield, tried his best to use the shield to push forward, and kept drawing out and retracting the sword.

He must try his best to make the enemies in front of him unable to stand and use their strength, in order to increase his chance of survival.

He doesn't want to die either.

But several times, he still felt sharp things coming into close contact with his body, but maybe because of the two layers of armor on his body, he didn't feel severe pain.
To be continued...