Chapter 118: Fighting hard

Wang Zhi no longer cared about other times.

The prince also used up his troops. The thin Xihua Gate had been repaired once before Zhu Qizhen came. After all, this was a key road for all officials to enter and exit. It was just a few months ago that the repairs were no longer useful now.

At this moment, the city walls had been scattered and bumpy.

The original rammed earth color, large swaths of rammed earth, were poured down. More than a dozen long ladders were placed on the top of the city, and many soldiers climbed up along the ladder.

At this moment, he also occupied a small position above the city.

Ma Yong was covered in blood at this moment, and several gaps had broken open on the long sword. He still gritted his teeth and blocked the ground.

At this moment, Zhu Qizhen was behind, less than a hundred meters away. At this moment, he was used to the smell of gunpowder and blood.

And around him, there are only some seriously injured people who cannot move, or only seriously injured people, who are qualified to go to the battlefield. All soldiers who can move must fight on the wall.

The top of the Xihua Gate city is not wide and cannot be compared with the tops of many cities. At this moment, the city wall, which was not big, is filled with blood and limbs.

Everyone moves on it, taking one bloody footprint at a time.

In the palace, all the strong laborers have already gone to the battlefield, and unless they are women, they are all here.

Even Qiu Jun and the Secretariat behind him were not sure when they were put on armor, holding long swords and muskets. Some of these weapons were in stock, and the other part was picked up from soldiers who had already died in battle.

As the prince foresaw.

There was only one breath left here in Xihuamen.

But the prince also used all his strength. The prince had only a dozen guards around him, and these dozen people also assumed the functions of a messenger.

In addition, all the soldiers were sent up.

There is no reserve team or something at all.

Although the prince knew that Wang Zhi had heard the news, it showed that Wang Zhi was already in danger. But he still had no choice.

I can only send an order again, and everyone who can break through the city wall will be awarded titles. I will be rewarded with more than a thousand gold coins and tens of millions of acres of land.

But this still doesn't work.

The prince has his last move.

That is to go into battle in person.

But he hesitated.

It’s not that the prince is afraid of death. It’s that he is cautious, or that many of the things he does are all costing people, but he has never taken risks himself.

Not to mention climbing the city.

On the way to the city, there were bloodstains all the way, and a large number of corpses were piled up under the Xihua Gate. There were definitely a lot of losses.

The prince has not yet withdrawn his troops at this moment. He still doesn't know the casualties. But he wants to be absolutely not low.

The reason why the soldiers under the prince’s command can maintain their offensive is that the prince is extremely well- nurtured against these thousands of soldiers. Although there are only a few thousand people, the prince’s funds are consumed every year by no less than one million.

It is far more than twice as many as the ordinary Ming army.

On the battlefield, the war was in danger, but the bullets were not eye-catching. The prince was worried that something might be wrong and died on it. His ambition was wasted.

After all, the prince was raised in wealth and lacked a sense of ruthlessness.

The prince was hesitating, but heard cheers coming from Xihua Gate, but saw a group of people surrounding him and heading to the top of the city.

The prince could tell at a glance that this was no one else, but his father, the emperor himself.

Huai'en rushed in front of Zhu Qizhen in armor. No one expected that this old eunuch who had been on the side of Zhu Qizhen would have good martial arts skills.

The sword in his hand thundered, suppressing the enemy.

Zhu Qizhen was behind and several pistols were inserted between his waist. His pistol was different from others, but was similar to a revolver.

Guns are men's big toys.

Zhu Qizhen is no exception.

Zhu Qizhen has many different types of muskets in his hand, all of which were provided by him and made by the people below.

Some can be used, some cannot be used.

Some can be installed, while others cannot be installed.

However, fewer ones can be installed, and more ones cannot be installed.

It’s not that Zhu Qizhen’s various muskets are of no use, but because of the Ming Dynasty’s military strategy.

There have been no major wars in Beijing for many years, only some minor wars. Large-scale military dress-ups require a lot of money.

Now the weapons and equipment of the Ming Dynasty are highly suppressing the enemies of all sides. There is no need to change clothes at all.

Therefore, most of Zhu Qizhen’s designs have become technical reserves. But for Zhu Qizhen, it is still fine to have a few fun games.

But Zhu Qizhen's toys have now become his weapon for protecting him.

Each revolver can fire six guns. Zhu Qizhen has a total of more than a dozen hands in his hand, which are distributed to the guards around him. He rushed out together and fired nearly a hundred bullets in a row. This fire density is not too high in this era.

However, the close-range shooting also caused these elite Nanyang players to suffer a lot. This close-range shooting is particularly accurate.

Dozens of people were shot to death in a row. In addition, the emperor personally visited the battle formation, which greatly boosted the morale at the city, and even drove the enemy down in one go.

It has to be said that the emperor's personal visit to the battle not only increased morale bonus to his side, but also brought great spiritual shock to the soldiers of the Nanyang Army.

After all, in this era, not everyone can shoot at their emperor without changing their faces.

Therefore, the prince failed this time in the attack.

And this time, the prince's attack was the closest success he had ever been.

Because he has no chance to attack next time.

Because Wang Zhi has reached the end of his life at this moment.

At this moment, Wang Zhi's troops and Shi Biao's troops met in a melee. Don't look at Shi Biao's gray hair, who is nearly seventy years old, and he is not as strong as his muscles and bones. His combat effectiveness is far inferior to that of those years ago.

But his experience is beyond his reach.

Shi Biao seemed brave, but in fact he was very cunning. Every move was very clever. Every move was the pinnacle of skills.

After all, Shi Biao participated in almost all the fierce battles with Washu, and his various combat experiences were much more powerful than these young people.

With Shi Biao in front of you, you are invincible.

The soldiers behind him were also so excited that they screamed and moved forward bravely.

Wang Zhi also saw it.

In this melee of more than a thousand people, higher tactical arrangements have no effect. Instead, the generals who lead by example are more able to gain a better chance of gaining popularity.

The same is true for Wang Zhi.

Wang Zhi could see at a glance that the role of the veteran Shi Biao in this battle can be said to be the eye of the storm in the overall situation and the morale of the entire army.

As long as you can kill Shi Biao in formation, you can defeat this wave of reinforcements.

Of course, Wang Zhi knew that he might not be able to kill Shi Biao in the formation. After all, although Wang Zhi is also a powerful general, his courage is more of the command style on the battlefield than his personal combat ability.

In fact, this is also the obvious change in the Ming army over the years.

The Ming army had excellent military strength throughout their old lives. Even the three generals of ZTE, Guo Deng, who had the weakest military strength, could still use heavy bows to kill elephants.

With the improvement of the organizational capabilities of the Ming army and the development of firearms, the individual's command ability on the front line is more important.

Between intentional or unintentional, the individual's combat power becomes the secondary among the sub-items. It has become unimportant.

The difference between Wang Zhi and Shi Biao is very obvious.

If both sides lead the army to fight, Wang Zhi may not be afraid of Shi Biao, but he will reduce the battle to this scale.

Shi Biao's military power gave Wang Zhi a headache.

This is Shi Biao's old age. If Shi Biao was in his prime, they would know what a hundred-man enemy is.

Wang Zhi summoned his personal guards and ordered dozens of personal guards to attack on both sides, surrounding Shi Biao in the middle. Shi Biao's personal guards had been exhausted.

Wang Zhi was behind the scenes and rushed towards Shi Biao with an order.

Shi Biao was already a little tired at this moment.

After all, when he is old, Shi Biao's physical strength is not as strong as before. In other words, he feels uncomfortable all over and can no longer use his strength.

However, when he saw Wang Zhi coming, he was not worried. Instead, he curled a smile in his mouth and said to himself: "I've hooked up."

It is counted as a person, and it is also considered as a person.

What Wang Zhi wanted was to kill Shi Biao and defeat his opponent, but Shi Biao wanted to fight quickly?

Moreover, Wang Zhi was attracted by Shi Biao's fame. After all, Shi Biao was famous among the Ming army.

He charged forward again, and did so obviously that he did not notice that the real leader of Shi Biao's side was not Shi Biao.

But the unknown Zhu Xulin.

Shi Biao actually deserves to be the responsibility of the pioneer.
To be continued...