It has to be said that desire is the source and driving force for human progress. The generals of the Liaodong Army who are best at preserving their strength in daily life burst out with huge energy driven by desire.

Zu Dale, wearing iron armor and holding a long sword, led three thousand soldiers to rush to the front, but when he rushed into the collapsed gap under the crowds of dozens of servants, he saw a scene that would be unforgettable for him to live his life.

What awaits him here is not the Tartars' life-saving blockade, but a large area of ​​burned strangely and dark corpses and wailing wounded everywhere.

"This...this..."

Zu Dale, the first one who rushed into the collapsed mouth, looked at the scene in front of him and stopped in shock. He stared at the scene in front of him in a daze, and felt his stomach twitching for a moment.

At this time, the Ming army behind also rushed into the collapsed place, and their reaction was similar to Zu Dale.

Suddenly, a "vomiting" sounded, and a soldier suddenly bent down and opened his mouth, spitting out all the food he had eaten in the morning.

“Wow…drip…”

As if it was a signal, the sound of vomiting soon started to ring one after another, but almost half of the soldiers who saw this scene started to vomit.

It cannot be said that these soldiers have poor mental ability. Before the Jiangning Army appeared, the Liaodong Army was already the most elite army of the Ming Dynasty and was used to fighting wars with the Qing Dynasty. But even so, such a scene was something they had never seen before.

In the past, wars were nothing more than white knives entering and out of red knives, and blood and flesh flying across the broken limbs and arms. However, like this, a large area of ​​corpses of different shapes of burnt black and shaped, accompanied by the smell of barbecue, has exceeded their hearts. At this moment, the cruelty from the so-called "civilization" in the future is fully displayed in front of them.

However, this situation was quickly broken by a few screams.

"Be careful, General!"

There was only a loud scream. A servant next to Zu Dale suddenly pushed Zu Dale away, and then a scream rang out.

"ah……"

It turned out that a flying axe flew out from somewhere. The sharp flying axe struck the general Zu Dale away while striking it. The blood splashed out from the face of the servant who was left in the same place but was hit by the flying axe. The servant screamed, and the long sword in his hand flew away. He took several steps back and fell heavily to the ground. After twitching for a few times, he did not move.

"Little Dezi!"

Zu Dale roared, immediately turned his head and looked towards the direction of the flying axe. He saw a heavy armored Tartar jumping less than twenty steps away from them, jumping behind a piece of ruins. He saw his right hand skillfully exploring his back, and a heavy iron bone appeared in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Zu Dale's eyes turned red.

This young servant is his distant nephew. Zu Dale took him by his side as servant in order to cultivate him well. Unexpectedly, he died to save himself today.

"Brothers, kill them all!"

I felt that Zu Dale, who was passionate, raised his long sword and rushed towards the city wall.

"Kill!"

Under the leadership of Zu Dale, thousands of Liaodong soldiers who entered the city wall first rushed towards the city wall, and the Tartars on the city wall were not willing to be outdone and won. The shouts and screams quickly became loud.

Zu Dale, who was red-eyed, led dozens of servants to rush up to the city wall first. At this time, he had only been a year to tear the Tartar who killed his nephew into pieces.

Soon, he immediately saw the Tartar on the city wall. The Tartar was extremely burly and wearing very fine and thick iron armor. This iron armor was obviously different from the iron armor worn by the Tartars, and it looked thicker and more gorgeous. It shone with a faint metallic cold light under the winter sunlight.

At this time, the Tartar rushed towards him surrounded by dozens of Tartars.

When Zu Dale met the gaze of the Tartar, he immediately felt an extremely cruel and violent look, a barbaric aura that made people chill all over his body.

I don't know why, but he didn't wear a helmet. At first glance, his head was not only bruised, but also was bare. There was only a bunch of money-sized hair behind his head, which was braided, very, very small, hanging behind his head, just like a long rat tail.

The Tartar held a shield in his left hand and a huge tiger-headed spear in his right hand, which looked particularly ferocious.

When he saw this Tartar, even though Zu Dale was full of hatred, he was stunned for a moment, but then he immediately remembered his nephew who died tragically beside him. Anger surged back to his heart. Zu Dale roared, "Dog Tartar, go to die!"

He raised the long sword in his hand and slashed heavily at the Tartar.

"when!"

A harsh metallic impact sounded, and the long sword in Zu Dale's hand slashed heavily on the shield in the Tartar's hand. The huge impact did not make the Tartar take a step back. Instead, Zu Dale was suppressed by the impact force and became a little numb and took several steps back.

"This Tartar has such a great deal of strength!"

Zu Dale couldn't help but be surprised. He has always been famous for his great strength in the army. He did not expect that he would not have the upper hand in the fight with this Tartar today. However, this also aroused his competitive spirit. He raised the long sword in his hand and continued to slash.

All I could hear was the sound of Dangdang, and the two of them quickly fought several times.

When they were fighting, both sides were not idle, and the Tartars on the city wall and the Liaodong army rushed up also stood together.

But after a few moves, Zu Dale felt the opponent's strength surge, and finally with another harsh collision, Zu Dale's tiger's mouth was shaken and several holes were cracked open. The long sword in his hand was knocked into the air by the opponent's tiger-headed spear.

Seeing Zu Dale open at the middle gate, the other party grinned and waved the tiger-headed spear and slashed at Zu Dale.

The tiger-headed spear of the Tartars was different from the tiger-headed spear used by the Han people. The tiger-headed spear used by the Han people is generally pointed, but the Tartars like to install a crescent-shaped blade under the muzzle.

After installing a sharp blade, this gun becomes piercing or chopping, but it becomes difficult to master because of the unstable center of gravity. But anyone who can use this tiger-headed gun is definitely a killer.

Looking at the tiger-headed spear that was slashing at him, Zu Dale, who could no longer dodge, closed his eyes helplessly.

"when!"

Just as Zu Dale closed his eyes and waited for death, a collision sounded in his ears. The expected tiger-headed spear did not slash, but was blocked by a steel shield.

Then a young and handsome face appeared in front of him, and the other party grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth. He said, "General Zu, are you okay!"

"Who are you!"
Chapter completed!