Hami could last for so long, even Baturhun, never expected that his younger brother could stay in Hami for a month, blocking the arrogant Chinese army.

In the military camp that stretched for ten miles below the city, Yang Zhan was very upset. The sand dunes on the opposite side were flattened, and the people buried under the yellow sand were still resisting.

He forced the city to attack three times, but was defeated. The people inside were fearless. Yang Zhan did not want to use cannons to blow Hami too much, otherwise he would not be able to play a role as a bridgehead after taking it down.

Since the war with China and Korea, Tsarist Russia has supported a large number of muskets and artillery in the Junggar world, and has now begun to play its role in defending the city.

The power of religious belief allows these lower-level Junggar soldiers to know how to fight and not be afraid of death.

In the big tent in the yellow sand, Yang Zhan looked at the sand table and was pondering. Suddenly, a cannon sounded, shaking the red mark on the sand table.

Yang Zhan threw the wooden stick in his hand and said angrily: "I want to take the soldiers without bloodshed. I didn't expect that they would become targets of artillery. This group of anti-Hu really thinks that Sichuan soldiers can't fight tough battles. Don't worry, summon the generals for me!"

The drums of the gathering generals sounded, and from every corner of the barracks, the generals followed the sound of the drums to the outside of the tent.

Generals and Zuo from thousands of households gathered outside Yang Zhan's tent. These people were relatively short, with only occasionally a few of them burly, but they all looked quite strong. They fought this month quite a bit frustrated, and they didn't expect that the firepower of the Junggars was so strong, far exceeding any previous opponent. All Sichuan generals had expressions similar to Yang Zhan on their faces, and these people were holding their chests.

Yang Zhan rolled up his sleeves, pinched his waist with one hand, and held the whip with the other, and scolded him: "I snatched the vanguard from the hands of a million people in the camp of Wulianghai. Everyone stared at us. Now, I am fine, my face is nothing. The Hu people are good at cavalry, and now they are better at defending the city than us? I don't believe in this evil. If you can't fight, I won't expect you. I will go up in person. Before the sun sets tonight, I, Yang Zhan, will die on the way to attack the city.

Come on, take my armor and weapons! The personal soldiers take the lead and fight with me."

The military generals who commanded the 200,000 Sichuan soldiers were ashamed and angry, and they knelt down and asked for their orders.

Yang Zhan's temper came up and no one could persuade him. The last row of red tassels were arranged outside the tent, and all the generals formed a square formation. The generals from all walks of life were wearing helmets and armor, leading their own soldiers to prepare to attack the city.

The soldiers and horses retreated from the city, looking at this strange team composed of familiar faces, suddenly surged. The generals who had just retreated from outside the city stood up consciously and joined the general team.

The vast wind blew towards us, carrying the dust and sand raised by the war horse, as if a sandstorm was storm.

In Hami City, Chu Huer Wuba was very proud. He blocked Hami for a month, and no one believed him when he said it. But he did it. Yang Zhan originally wanted to use Liaodong's fighting style, use artillery bombing, and then take Hami with the smallest casualties. This kind of rich fighting style became unacceptable in Hami and lost its deterrence.

"The combat power of the Han people is overestimated. It turns out that the Manchurian Eight Banners soldiers, which are of great reputation, are just like this. They are killed by these people and abandoned their armor, and almost all their tribes are destroyed. I really don't know why the descendants of Genghis Khan in the Khalkha Mongol surrendered to such people." Chu Huer Uba said confidently. Its brother has almost integrated the Wei Lat Alliance. A powerful and united Junggar has been completed. Reinforcements will pour in soon after.

He even began to fantasize that, like Manren, he would enter the Central Plains and enjoy wealth.

Suddenly, Chu Huerwuba's laughter came to an abrupt end.

The sound of desolate horns sounded, echoing in the dust of foreign lands.

Yang Zhan took the lead and led the entire army to launch an attack. The generals worked hard to surpass the head coach to protect Yang Zhan's safety.

The rest of the troops were like this, everyone was like this, and they moved forward hard. The city that had just resisted a wave of offensives, looked at the army rushing under the city, and suddenly felt powerless.

Yang Zhan, the governor of Sichuan and Shu, was subjugated by all the generals, was subdued by thousands of troops and protected them tightly.

He was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, kicked the general who was blocking his front, and cursed: "Meng Wanlin, your turtle son ran slower than his wife. What should I do when I blocked my front?"

Meng Wanlin didn't dare to talk back, and waved his sword and pretended to shout, "Kill, kill, and rush into Hami!" He shouted happily, his steps were still calm, and together with the few people around him, he protected the coach and prevented him from rushing too fast.

The generals in front had already rushed to the city of Hami. After several days of bombing, the city walls here were completely broken. Some people were trapped in the sand and became extremely difficult to pull their feet, and they became living targets for the Junggars. After a round of shooting, the remaining bodies became the stepping boards of the subsequent brothers.

The blood, hot and left in the sand thousands of miles away.

The Chinese army had few steel knives, and almost all cold weapons were spears. The sound of the collision of weapons and blades finally replaced the sound of muskets and cannons.

The Junggars slashed fiercely, and the Sichuan soldiers slashed bravely. Both sides were red-eyed, and no one was thinking about survival.

In Hami City, Sichuan soldiers who had already poured in and engaged in a fierce street battle with the Junggar people.

At this time, the advantages of Sichuan Bing and Firearms were once again played out, and the day and night practices also showed their effect. The small mandarin duck formation that was broken into pieces seemed to be an invincible existence in street battles.

The battles in every place are like a group of people beating one. Qi Jiguang is worthy of being a military genius, with spears, swords, shields, and muskets. He is a killing machine. Hami East City has been completely lost.

Chu Huerwuba's arrogance disappeared. Just now he fantasized about winning, but now he realized his innocence. With a group of confidants and nobles, Chu Huerwuba hurriedly got on the horse behind the soldiers, preparing to escape west and give up Hami. He had already completed his brother's instructions, and when he ran away at this time, he was still a hero.

After fighting for 100,000 people until now, less than half of the remaining ones have lost the ability to continue fighting.

Chu Huerwuba fled, the nobles fled, and many of the living soldiers fled.

Yang Zhan did not send anyone to pursue him. After this battle, the Junggars had won his respect. They were likely to encounter unexpected surprises when they pursued him rashly.

Hami City finally took it down and looked up. The sun had not set yet, and the blood-colored setting sun dyed the sky with a ray of rays of light.
Chapter completed!