Chapter 232 The True Dead End

"retreat!"

Yang Zixuan shouted quickly.

The soldiers of the escort disappeared quickly.

But the city gate is still open, as if it is too late to close.

The first Tartar rushed into the city gate and pushed the door open with force.

The Tartars behind followed and successfully controlled the city gate.

"Long Kong and the others are dead!"

"It seems that Hangou discovered them!"

"But Hangou has no time to close the city gate!"

The Tartars who occupied the city gate found the bodies of Long Kong and other spies, but they did not realize that there was anything wrong, and they made the above judgments in a verbal way.

There was no Ming army behind the city gate. It seemed that the Ming army must have fled in a hurry. The city gate was opened and the Ming army's advantage had been completely lost. If they did not retreat quickly, the fate of the entire army was wiped out. Thinking of burning, killing, looting, robbing money and women in the city, all the Tartars were in full bloom and rushed into the city frantically.

The one who rushed in front was a white-armored soldier. He waved his heavy and sharp steel knife and was the first to escape the city gate. His purpose was very simple. He wanted to rush in and grab the most wealth and the most beautiful woman. If he could go back to Liaodong from Tianheng Island, he would take all the money and women back.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, he heard a dull gunshot.

The gunshot seemed to be sounding in his ears, deafening, causing his consciousness to be blown to pieces in an instant. Then, he felt that his body was hit hard by something, and his mind was blurred. The strength in his body seemed to be exhausted, and his body could not maintain balance, so he couldn't help but fall forward.

"Dong!"

With the huge running inertia, the white-armored soldier rolled to the ground, and the steel knife in his hand was thrown to the ground. The moment he fell down, his consciousness had not completely disappeared. The light of his eyes could still see that a red-armored soldier fell down beside him.

"Bang!"

The sound of Ming army fired muskets seemed particularly distant at this moment.

The next moment, the white-armored soldier completely fell into darkness.

"Bang bang bang!"

The continuous gunfire sounded continuously.

The several Tartars following behind also fell near the city gate.

Because the incident happened suddenly, the fallen Tartars had no chance to see clearly where the Ming army shot them. They only knew that the guns of the defenders should be very close to them. Perhaps, they were next to the city gate.

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunshots kept ringing, and a few more Tartars rolled on the ground, and soon there was no sound. Among them, there was another white-armored soldier and a red-armored soldier. Blood flowed out from under their armor and soon dyed the dry streets red. After the floating soil on the street absorbed a large amount of blood, there was no more dust flying in the sky.

However, the series of falls of two white armored soldiers, two red armored soldiers, and other Tartars, could not stop the Tartars from moving forward. They were still rushing towards the city gate, and the number of people was increasing. In their minds, there were only similar thoughts:

Entering the city!

Victory!

You can rob it in large quantities!

Almost every Tartar had such thoughts in his mind, and he had no feeling about the possible counterattack. In their opinion, without the help of the city wall, what combat power would the Ming army have? There was no suspense in the victory of the battle. What was left was how to grab the priceless spoils and how to grab the young and beautiful women.

"rush!"

"Roar in!"

"Cut down all the dogs!"

Shublu was behind, also yelling.

Due to the obstruction of the Tartars in front, Shublu did not see his companion fall down. In fact, even if he saw someone fall down, he would remain indifferent. How could he not die in a war? As long as he wins the battle, what's so great about killing a few people? The gunshots on the battlefield are endless. Some gunshots are coming from the front, and some gunshots are coming from the back, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong. The city gate is opened, which means there is no problem in the victory of the battle. The only thing they have to do is to kill in!

However, the Tartars who rushed in front realized that it was not good. Because they had just rushed out of the city gate hole and were immediately hit by a head-on attack. As they ran, they fell to the ground and could not get up. No matter how fast they ran, they could not escape the fate of falling to the ground. In fact, the whistling Minnie bombs killed every Tartar that went out of the city gate hole on the street not far from the city gate hole. After special treatment, the streets of this section were blocked. After entering here, the Tartars seemed to have entered a dead end with only imports and no exits. The surroundings of the dead end were densely filled with muzzles.

All the Tartars who rushed to this dead end were baptized by the storm. No money or women were waiting for them, but Minnie bullets pouring over. Amid the sound of gunfire, rows of Minnie bullets roared away, taking away the lives of targets. In a while, behind the city gate, there were already corpses and blood flowing. Whether it was the white-armored soldiers of the Tartars, the red-armored soldiers of the Tartars, or ordinary Tartars. There was no difference here. Their only posture was to lie on the ground.

The guard soldiers had already set up a tight ambush circle behind the gate of the North Gate. On the left is the second association led by Hao Linyong. On the right is the fourth association led by Wu Qingliang. In front is Yang Zhiyuan's first association. On the top of the city, there is also Yang Zixuan's third association and 800 tiger guns, forming a tight firepower network. This dead end is controlled tightly.

The Tartars had to come in through the city gate hole, which greatly limited the combat effectiveness of the Tartars. At the same time, there were only five people who could reach the dead end at the same time. In other words, at the same time, there were only five people who could reach the dead end. Faced with hundreds of defenders, the five people were too small. However, the speed of the Tartars was indeed incomparable to others. Their jumping movements were also quite flexible. The narrow city gate hole was used by the Tartars to the extreme. Occasionally, there were Tartars able to break into a place far away from the city gate hole. However, no matter how they broke into it, they could not break out in the dead end. Unless they could fly.

Can Tartars fly?

Of course not.

Therefore, they only die.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots are endless.

One of the Tartars came in and killed one.

Two of the Tartars came in and killed one pair.

The distance is too close, less than fifteen feet, and as long as you have a little training, you can hit the target. In fact, according to Zhang Zhun's intention, the guards made subtle adjustments. Those soldiers who were not very good at shooting were arranged on the top of the city wall to shoot the Tartars outside to prevent more Tartars from breaking in. Outside the city gate, due to the shrinking of the fan shape, the formation of the Tartars is relatively dense near the city gate. As long as you keep shooting in this section of the road, there will always be a chance to hit.

As for those soldiers with relatively accurate marksmanship, and sniper teams, they are concentrated on both sides of the city wall, shooting the Tartars entering the city from behind, and destroying them as soon as possible. Dead ends and dead ends naturally refer to alleys filled with dead Tartars. If there are not enough dead Tartars, how can they be called dead ends?

At such a short distance, snipers such as Zhong Wuying, Dugu Lie, and Yang Weiguo would hit the target as long as they raised their hands. No matter how agile the Tartars were, or how fierce the Tartars were, they would only fall if they were shot. Even after dozens of Tartars had entered in a row, none of them had the chance to fight back.

Of course, most of the Tartars were hit by continuous Minnie bombs. Due to repeated uninterrupted shooting, the Minnie bombs were poured out without hesitation. Some of the falling Tartars were densely filled with bullet holes, and even if there were not a hundred, there were eighty. Blood kept flowing out of the wound, like a fountain.

Faced with such a net of heaven and earth, even if the Tartars have wings, they cannot fly. Even if they fly, they will be shot down. Whether they have come out of the city gate hole, or are still outside and have not yet entered the city gate hole, waiting for them are Minnie bombs flying everywhere. If they are hit, it is normal. If they are not hit, it is definitely a miracle.

Zhang Zhun stood on the top of the city and watched the magical scene below.

The city gate hole is like a cliff. As long as the Tartars crossed this cliff, they all fell to pieces and lay straight in the dead end. However, the Tartars behind continued to surge up and continued to repeat the tragedy of their companions in front. There is no doubt that the Tartars were indeed very brave, invincible, and fearless. However, at some point, they did lack some adaptable means.

They thought that with their bravery, they could break through the net of heaven and earth set up by the guards, but they did not expect that this was a fatal blood net, which they could not break. Every corner of this blood net was full of fatal spikes. The more brave they were, the greater the price they paid. For example, so far, at least one hundred people fell down in the Tartars in the dead end, and two or three hundred people fell down in their servants. In the dead end, there were corpses, and finally they looked like a "dead" alley.
Chapter completed!