Li Dingguo swung his gun, and the blood from the tip of the gun shot out, falling to the ground into a bright peach blossom. He raised his right hand and pointed the gun forward.

Suddenly, with Li Dingguo as the center, one torch after another was lit and spread out to the left and right sides, illuminating the surroundings like daylight.

Under the reflection of the flames, the soldiers holding bows pulled their strings and led their bows, facing the bottom. The arrows poured down like rain. Four tiger cannons occupied two corners of the Nancheng City, crossing and shooting at the dense crowd.

The Qing army entered the city with many cavalry, with weak protection. Whether it was bows or arrows, or artillery shells, they could cause real damage. In a moment, people were on their backs and horses were overturned, and screams were shaking the sky and the earth.

With a long shout, several spears suddenly stabbed out, and the Qing soldiers who had just emerged from the city were instantly stabbed. They let out a muffled groan and fell down like a stone.

Countless spears came out steeply and stabbed towards the Qing army near the city. Countless stones, rolling woods were thrown down from the city, and the hot gold juice also fell down the ladder.

The Qing army who were climbing to the top of the city were stabbed to the ground, with a look of astonishment on their faces. Why did so many defenders suddenly appear? Why did they arrive so quickly?

But they, who had been through the battle formation for a long time, quickly realized that they were fooled. The defenders had long been ambushing here, waiting for them to drill into their pockets!

For a time, the morale of the Qing army was completely lost.

The Qing soldiers who were still under the city, who were holding the stairs suddenly scattered and fled backwards like rabbits. Those who were still on the stairs had no time to climb down slowly, and jumped down from above.

Some of them were in a low position, and they fell to the ground and rolled up, got up and ran away.

The miserable thing is that those who are in high positions are lucky enough to hit the crowd, causing a burst of scolding. Unfortunately, they land on the blade, spearhead, or on the hard ground, their bodies are stabbed, their hands and feet are broken, and they make shrill screams.

But they didn't care about their bodies injured by the decline and ran back at the same speed. At this moment, they wanted their parents to give them two more legs before.

The defenders on the top of the city kept shooting out bows and arrows, and the Qing army that was behind were shot and killed one by one, and all the corpses were lost along the way.

There were countless corpses at the city gate, and a layer of rock-shaped rolling wood fell, causing half of the city gate to be blocked.

The Qing army in the city rushed towards the city gate, where there was no horse, so they could only walk. They rushed toward the escape passage they thought they thought they were running.

Sun Yanling reacted very quickly, but at that time, a large number of soldiers who were about to enter the city were blocking the city gate, so he was unable to leave the city for a while. When the team members finally retreated or were killed by the stones falling from the city gate, the city gate was filled with soldiers fleeing.

He squeezed left and right and walked towards the city gate with difficulty. Seeing that it was only more than ten steps away from the city gate, a pile of stones suddenly fell from the city gate. He watched one of his guards hit the head, and blood splattered his body, and the gap at the city gate became narrower.

Sun Yanling was shocked, and the fear in his heart reached its peak. He screamed wildly, holding a knife forward, and he cut him over with his knife.

Seeing his master like this, the guards around him took out their knives and began to kill other Qing troops blocking the road. Such ruthlessness made people hide away.

"Living, I want to go out alive."

Sun Yanling shouted in his heart. His face was covered in blood and his face was ferocious, and he shot at the people around him again and again. He was cunning and not a brave man, but at this moment he was forced into a generation of killing gods by the situation. The belief of living supported him and made him crazy.

A Qing army had already reached the entrance of the city and was climbing upwards with a saddle of a dead horse. But suddenly felt a chill on the back of his chest and a long knife passed through his chest. He looked down, showing an incredible expression, and blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. Within the sight of his death, a not-so-tall figure walked past him, which was Sun Yanling.

Another tall Qing army beside him exclaimed, stepped forward to support him, and called his name loudly, but found that the former had already lost breath. He looked at Sun Yanling in front of him, and his eyes seemed to be about to burst out from fire. He held the spear in his hand tightly, screamed wildly, and stepped forward suddenly, and a shot penetrated Sun Yanling's chest.

Sun Yanling opened his mouth wide, gasping heavily, his face full of fear and confusion. But after a moment, he completely rested. A heavy rolling wood fell down and instantly smashed his head away.

Hunta stood at the city, his whole body was cold, and all kinds of emotions were rolling in his heart, but he didn't react for a moment. Under the urging of the deputy generals around him, he urgently ordered the infantry to come forward with the shield and respond to the soldiers in the city.

But at this moment, it was obviously too late.

The narrow city gate became their escape passage, and was filled with people who were trying to escape.

Although Hunta sent people to remove some rocks and rolling wood, this was just a drop in the bucket, allowing only a small number of people to escape from the city.

And as more stones rolled down, the city gate hole was completely blocked.

Seeing that some Qing soldiers could no longer get out, they began to form formations to defend the enemy under the shouts of some generals. The flag soldiers were brave, but facing the siege of several times or even dozens of times the enemy's siege, they quickly turned into cold corpses.

Some of them ran around the city, but Li Dingguo set up soldiers at key points. They ran into walls and could not escape, so they could only hide in the houses and get a breather.

But after the stubborn Qing army was wiped out, they were captured by the defenders in the city one after another.

When the sky was completely bright, there was no movement in the city.

First, all the five hundred Qing cavalry who entered the city were trapped in the city, and more than 400 subsequent infantrymen were either killed or captured. The elites brought back from Hunta were instantly reduced by more than 30%.

All day long, Hunta did not launch another attack. It was not until afternoon that the Qing army camp began to take action again. They hugged the forest on the east side, cut down trees and made various siege equipment.

Li Dingguo released the people in the city and asked them to clean up the bodies of the Qing army.

Looking at the dead bodies everywhere, although the people in the city still did not express much, their moods changed quietly. Only then did they truly feel that Xiuyan City had really changed its owner.

The Nanmen City Cave was cleared out, the stones and rolling wood were moved to the top of the city, and the gate was closed again. The Qing army's corpses with armor were thrown down from the city like white pigs.

Such provocation caused the Qing army to be furious, but there was no way to do anything. We could only let those corpses be moved back and buried with great pleasure.

Hunta personally presided over the rituals and asked all the Qing army to participate. During this period, he said nonsense that "swears to destroy Xiuyan City and capture Li Dingguo alive" to inspire the morale of the army.
Chapter completed!