The battle between the two sides can be described as fierce and intense!

The Mongolian cavalry displayed the fearless fighting style of their ancestors. They rushed to a place more than ten steps away against the artillery and muskets of the Ming army. Then I used the bow and arrow in my hand to fire round after round at the Ming army.

These bows and arrows all used armor-piercing arrows at such a close distance. Many Ming soldiers were injured by these heavy bows and arrows even if they were wearing armor.

However, even the Ming soldiers who were seriously injured by bows and arrows showed no signs of weakness. They endured the pain on their bodies and continued to fight back with their muskets.

Brothers Li Shan and Li Zhong were the musketeers in the team. The two brothers worked closely together. Li Shan fired from the front, relying on the fortifications to fire muskets at the Mongolian enemies, while Li Zhong nervously loaded gunpowder from the rear.

The two muskets took turns to be loaded and fired in their hands, and one after another Mongolian soldiers fell in front of them.

However, even after suffering such heavy casualties, these attacking Mongolian soldiers did not retreat at all.

Soon, layers of corpses filled up the trench in front.

After one round of attacks after another, the Mongolian soldiers finally rushed to the earthen wall of the Prairie Fort!

At this time, the muskets in the hands of brothers Li Shan and Li Zhong had become hot due to continuous firing.

Finally, after Li Shan loaded some gunpowder, he stopped using the hot musket. The hot barrel instantly ignited the newly loaded gunpowder.

Li Shan knew that this was because the barrel had overheated after firing for a long time.

From now on, they must wait for the firearm to cool down, otherwise it will easily explode.

Looking at the densely packed Mongolian soldiers climbing in from the wall, Li Shan's face finally showed a burst of nervousness, and Li Zhong had the same expression.

At this moment, a sarcastic voice sounded from behind them.

"Li Er, you two, are you scared?"

"Without the musket, I think you are as cowardly as without your eggs!"

The two Li brothers turned their heads.

The person speaking was none other than the black brother of Aqina and Seth whom they had laughed at two days ago, also known as Zhao Jin and Zhao Bao.

I saw these two brothers from the Jurchen tribe, one holding a ghost-headed sword and the other holding a mace, covered with bright armor and stomach, showing provocative smiles.

Brothers Li Shan and Li Tong were furious, "You dog Tatar, how dare you laugh at grandpa? Let me tell you, even if grandpa doesn't have a musket, he can still kill Mongolian Tatars crying for father and mother with the sword in his hand!"

Aqina and Seth Hei continued to show sarcastic smiles and said, "Hey, let me show you first, who is the grandpa!"

"Who is the hero and who is the grandson? Let's compare who can kill more Mongolians!"

Brothers Aqina and Seth Hei paid no attention to them anymore, immediately picked up the ghost head sword and mace in their hands, and started to kill several Mongolian soldiers who climbed up the earth wall.

After hearing a few muffled pops, a cloud of blood mist rose up on the earthen wall.

Several Mongolian soldiers in front of these two brothers suddenly had their heads blown and fell to the ground.

When Li Shan and Li Zhong saw how brave these two Ming soldiers from the Jurchen tribe were, they showed no sign of weakness. They dropped their muskets, drew out the knives from their waists, and started fighting with the Mongolian soldiers.

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However, underneath the earthen wall that was as high as one person, various corpses and abandoned soldiers were soon piled up into a slope.

On this slope, the Ming army and the Mongolian soldiers were engaged in a brutal blood-for-blood fight.

Luo Guanzhong stood on the highest sentry platform in the fortress, looking at the densely packed Mongolian soldiers surrounding him like a black tide.

All fronts have been broken through by Mongolian soldiers, turning them into a battleground for willpower competition!

On the short earth wall, soldiers from both sides were engaged in the most intense hand-to-hand combat.

A soldier next to Luo Guanzhong ran up from below and said to Luo Guanzhong, "Sir, all the camp walls are in emergency..."

Luo Guanzhong interrupted the soldier's words with a wave of his hand and said to him, "I have seen that every camp wall is in danger. I have no extra soldiers in my hands. Go and tell everyone that whoever wants to survive must

Let them kill three Tartars each!"

"Whoever wants to survive must show a desperate attitude!"

"Come with me and kill these Tatars!"

Luo Guanzhong looked at the vast Gobi Desert to the south and suddenly remembered the wish he had made when he joined the army in Hangzhou.

At that time, he thought that he would imitate Ban Chao and Huo Qubing in his expedition beyond the Great Wall to spread the prestige of the Han Dynasty thousands of miles away.

Now that I am here in the Mobei grassland, facing Mongolian enemies several times larger than myself, I have fulfilled my original wish.

Luo Guanzhong looked at the red military flag rising high behind him, symbolizing the Ming Dynasty... and thought again in his mind.

"Now, under my command, there are not only Han soldiers, but also Jurchen soldiers, and even some Mongolian soldiers. Now facing the Mongol siege, no one has retreated. It can be said that I, Luo Guanzhong, have led the troops well, and I am worthy of the Ming Dynasty."

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Thinking of this... Luo Guanzhong must not let these soldiers look down on him at this critical moment.

He took out the sword in his hand and said to the few remaining soldiers around him, "Everyone, follow me!"
Chapter completed!