Chapter 634: The City

Ma Can and the others were shocked and watched hundreds of cavalry running wildly on the opposite ridge.

Qiao Yiqi shouted wildly: "Go up, grab the city!"

Ma Can roared: "Shit the gun and shoot!"

Two thousand Ming soldiers were well-trained, but they still had their loads and were divided under the leadership of the lower-level officers. A Sichuan soldiers put down the short guns that were in the way, took out dozens of famous white guns and dozens of large white guns.

There are hooks in front and iron rings behind. They are connected together to make a sharp weapon to climb the city wall. When the sharp hooks are hooked into the gaps in the city wall, the clever Sichuan soldiers climb up with their hands and feet, as if they are walking on flat ground.

Another part of the Ming army, under the command of Ma Can, gathered together in a row and aimed the short gun at the Jianlu cavalry that was rushing to attack.

During the long march, the two troops were long, and Ming troops rushed from the ridge to support him from time to time.

However, on the opposite ridge, the Eight Banners soldiers gathered more and more, and the number of people was completely disproportionate.

Hundreds of Eight Banners soldiers were extremely brave and rushed on the narrow ridge. From time to time, war horses were tripped by rocks, and people and horses were neighing and rolling down the cliff. Naturally, they could not survive. However, the rest of them were not allowed.

Relying on his superb riding skills, he arrived first, and stood up on the back of the horses several times. He drove the white-foaming war horse and rushed to the city gate along the steep steps on the other side.

The city gate had long collapsed and was left with only bare stone walls on both sides.

Ma Can looked at the brave Eight Banners soldiers in shock, wearing bright yellow armor, standing on the horse's back and undulating, and was actually unobstructed on the steep steps, almost glaring out his eyes. The Yellow Banner Guards really did not have a reputation.

"shoot!"

With a crackling sound, the Ming army gathered more and more and more firepower to attack them, blocking the Eight Banners soldiers from robbing the city. More than ten war horses were beaten up and stood up, and four hooves slammed down the ridge.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

The brave Eight Banners soldiers who were speeding up and leaned forward and backward on the horse's back, and fought back with their bows. Several Ming soldiers who were caught in the arrow fell down with howling.

The two armies encountered fierce battles inside and outside the bare stone city, and shot wildly on the bare ridge. At a high place, the short and strong Ming army was flexible, biting a knife and climbing up the city wall along the cableway made of white poles and guns.

He fought with the flag soldiers who rode into the city with a roar and shouting, and became entangled.

A rare wonder is formed on both sides of the mountain city.

The Ming army used short guns, and the Eight Banners soldiers used infantry bows and cavalry bows to shoot. Some elite soldiers from both sides rushed into the city desperately, fighting and fighting in the city to form a ball. The mountain city became a famous meat grinder

The abandoned mountain city is difficult to climb, and there is only a steep stone staircase leading into the city. Both sides can only fight desperately to top the soldiers. The fierce battle is like fighting. Both sides are constantly dying, bleeding, but there is no way out.

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In the city, the horse stumbled on the front of the horse, and the war horse was tripped by a stubborn stone. They were all rolling and dismounted and stumbled over the piles of corpses. He saw hope for victory. In front were some flag soldiers who continued to assault forward, and a large number of Ming troops were not far away.

On the city wall, everyone howled and gathered the flag soldiers around them, pulled out their waists and rushed over them wildly.

Suddenly a musket exploded on the opposite side, as close as if it was right in front of him. The dense gunshot made his ears roar. Bayala in front fell down, and then another round was gone, all of which were like the charge of Baya.

Yala became sparse, and in front was the white smoke after muskets were shot. The Ming army, who kept climbing up the city wall, took out the hand gun from their waists, legs, and behind them, and fired the guns at once.

Du Lei is surrounded by a broken front, but the gap in the city gate behind him is filled with flag soldiers. The people rushing to the front have no way out. He is aroused by fierceness and leads his head to rush forward with smoke.

, The musket can only be fired one shot at a time, and then it will take a long time to load. This short distance of less than ten steps is obviously not enough for the Ming army on the opposite side to complete the loading, but there was another burst of gunfire like a bean-like sound, and around you

Several more flag soldiers fell head-on.

Before Du Lei could think about what kind of gun this was, the Ming army actually rushed down the city wall and launched a counterattack along the horse path. Three hideous Ming soldiers rushed over from the smoke of gunpowder, and three guns were stabbed at Du Lei at the same time.

The next three routes, the momentum came quickly, and it was obvious that the movements were very skillful, and they were instinctively blocking the body with a shield. The shield was shaking violently, and two pointed heads emerged from above. The two Ming troops who stabbed the shield rushed forward.

Fierce, he took his shield to the left, and his right thigh quickly turned into severe pain.

Everyone fell backwards and fell. The big gun on their legs suddenly pulled out, but they were still with barbs. They lifted away a large piece of flesh and blood. They screamed in shock, looking at the blood sprayed from their thighs in horror.

,The severe pain was far more than the stab wounds he had suffered before, he couldn't help howling loudly. As soon as he made a sound, a shoe slammed on his face, and then his dense legs shaking in front of him, counting

The unclear feet were stomping on him, and the crazy screams of fighting were deafening.

Blood spurted out of his thighs, and he tried to sit up and cover the wound on his legs while howling, but those steps made him unable to achieve it at all. The increasingly severe pain in his thigh finally made him collapse. His weapon had long been lost.

He could wave his hands desperately. After a few breaths, his mind became blank, and the blood spilled around him sprinkled on his face. After a moment, the shouts of killing gradually faded away, and he swallowed his last breath.

On the other side, under the city wall.

Qiao Yiqi roared at the top of his throat: "Pistol, hang up the pistol!"

"Big guns, a few more big guns!"

The roar of the chief general was a little hoarse and hoarse. The Ming army under the city wall was very quiet. The hand guns were loaded quickly, and they were hung up with ropes made of clothes. On the city wall, the hand guns were used for

The rope was hung down, and some of them relied on their strength. After they were loaded, they tried to push them up. The soldiers on them gently copied them in their hands, aiming at the influx of flag soldiers and fired guns.

All the methods were forced out. Qiao Yiqi, who had come up with a strange move in front of the formation, fought against the city name and was a famous wise general in the Taiwan town army.

In the smoke of gunpowder, Qiao Yiqi's throat was burning. From time to time, he looked up and saw more and more soldiers climbing into the city wall. He stood up and felt his heart firmly. Not far away, hundreds of Ming soldiers knelt on one knee.

Some of them stood straight and shot against the Eight Banners soldiers under the rain of arrows.

Ma Can knelt on one knee and filled his rifled rifled with a delicate little hammer.

"The great compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva."

Ma Can lifted his gun up, muttered something and hugged the fire as soon as he aimed it. A flag soldier howled and rushed over dozens of steps away. There was a blood hole on his forehead. He fell to his knees and blood surged from his head.

Out, flowing along the hard rocks, the flowing blood gradually gathered into a stream.

"The King of the Ten Palaces of Hell, the guilty one is bound."

Ma Can picked up his gun again, and the arrows flew everywhere. A comrade next to him was caught in several arrows, and he fell down without saying a word!
Chapter completed!