The artillery mission was completed, but the battle that was sought after by the chief was just beginning.

Although the Tartars retreated, they did not expect that the Tiger and Leopard Army would pursue them. Because this was completely inconsistent with their understanding of the Ming army's combat style.

Listening to the shouts of killing behind him, the last bit of reason in his heart told them: If they were still planning to retreat to the place where the war horses were located, the tiger and leopard army that flocked behind him would be more shortcuts and directly blocked the only way to retreat to Santun Fort and intercept themselves.

At that time, facing enemies that are several times higher than you, coupled with the enemy's superb spear rain, even if you have the ability, you will not be able to return to Santun Castle, which is protected by the city walls.

So, the remaining twelve Tartars decisively gave up their war horses, regardless of the various weeds and bushes along the way, and fled directly to Santun Castle.

For the escaped Tartars, their choice was very wise.

However, for Wei Zheng and the Tiger and Leopard Army, the Tatars' choice helped them a lot.

Although the Tiger and Leopard Army ate the main force of the Santun Fort here, Santun Fort still has a lot of troops left. In addition, with a battle of high city walls, even if the Tiger and Leopard Army has strong combat effectiveness, it is impossible to enter Santun Fort without spending one soldier.

Just when Wei Zheng was ready to sacrifice the lives of dozens of Tiger and Leopard Army soldiers and planned to attack Santun Fort. The dozen Tartars who gave up their war horses in front of him unexpectedly gave Wei Zheng a chance to enter Santun Fort.

Seeing the Tartars giving up their war horses, Wei Zheng's eyes quickly shot out two rays of light.

With dozens of gunners staring at me in confusion, I said to myself excitedly: "It's really God helping me..."

After saying that, Wei Zheng picked up a big knife, jumped onto a war horse, and chased after the long-running one that had been running several hundred meters away.

The mountain road is rugged and not suitable for horse racing. However, people with four-legged war horses are still far faster than those with two legs.

In a blink of an eye, Wei Zheng, who was riding on the war horse, caught up with the spear team.

Seeing Wang Feng, the captain of the spear team rushing in the front, Wei Zheng shouted.

"Brother Wang, can you follow the Tartars and rush into Santun Fort here. I ordered the soldiers not to chase them too quickly, keep their strength, and try to follow the Tartars and rush to the gate of Santun Fort, break through the gate of the city and enter Santun Fort."

"Yes, general..." Wang Feng, who was chasing, replied loudly.

Then, the rhythm of the entire pursuit troops slowed down little by little under Wang Feng's deliberate guidance.

Of course, even so, the distance between the two armies was maintained at about twenty steps from beginning to end.

As long as the Tartars rushed to the gate of Santunbao, a few seconds at most, a hundred long-term hot spots could follow and rush to the gate of the city.

In just a few seconds, it was not enough for the Tartars to rush into Santun Fort and close the city gate.

At that time, the city wall surrounding Santun Fort will be useless and will no longer be able to stop the attack of the Tiger and Leopard Army.

After half an hour of crazy pursuit, the city wall of Santun Castle, which was ten feet high, finally appeared in the sight of more than a dozen Tartars.

A wild cheer filled with surprises quickly came out of the mouths of more than a dozen Tartars, and shouted loudly to the left-behind troops on the city wall a hundred meters away: "Open the city gate immediately, block the Ming army behind with bows and arrows, open the city gate quickly, we are going to enter the city..."

Although Wang Feng failed to understand the Manchu language of the Tartars, he immediately understood the Tartars' intentions after seeing that the Tartars on the city wall had already begun to bend their bows and arrows.

After glanced at the Santunbao gate where the two armies were arduous, Wang Feng, who was running, decisively ordered: "Soldiers, speed up the pursuit. Only by following the Tartars closely, can the Tartar archers on the city wall do anything to us."

"Start up and enter Santun Castle... and rush..."

"kill……"

The 100-year-old man who has been maintaining his physical strength is like a wild horse that suddenly breaks away from his reins and is strolling forward.

After the murderous shouts of killing reached the ears of the Tartars, more than a dozen Tartars who had just revealed their expressions of life after the disaster were immediately startled by the roar.

The relaxed nerves tensed up again, and he ran towards the city gate with his last strength.

On the city wall, I saw that the commander of the Ming army was pursuing faster and faster. Although I didn’t know what was the matter outside the city, why were only more than ten people left in front of the hundreds of warriors who attacked.

However, for a very simple truth, the Tartars on the city wall still understand: the Ming army must not be allowed to approach the city wall or the city gate.

So, the only one on the city wall, Yuyala quickly raised the big knife in his hand and roared loudly at the infantry officer who had already bent his bow and arrow bent.

"Shoot the arrows, the archers immediately shoot arrows to block the popularity of Commander Ming..."

"Swoosh swish swish..."

More than a dozen arrows flew out of the city wall under his command, flying towards a long-time chasing at an increasingly rapid pace.

Standing on the city wall, Zhuyala saw with his own eyes that after the arrow fell into the middle of the stolen hands, at least five Ming commanders fell to the ground with arrows.

However, the losses of the five people were obviously not as good as those of the huge Santun Castle.

Commander Ming, who was attacked by arrow rain, not only did not retreat, but instead rushed faster and braver under Wang Feng's leadership.

After breaking through the three-wheeled arrow rain of Tartars, the open city gate of Santun Fort finally appeared ten steps away from Wang Feng.

However, what made Wang Feng anxious was that more than a dozen Tartars who were pursued by him had all rushed into the city gate. Two thick wooden gates were replaced and closed under the joint efforts of several Tartars.

At the critical moment, Wang Feng rushed forward a few steps and subconsciously made a spear stab, inserted the spear into the city gate along the gap of the door that had not been completely closed, and happened to jamm the city gate that was about to be closed.

The city gate was stuck with a spear, and the most anxious thing was undoubtedly the Tartars who had just rushed into the city gate.

Several red-eyed Tartars subconsciously raised their swords and wanted to cut off the spear and close the city gate as soon as possible.

The few hottest men followed Wang Feng and quickly inserted the spear in their hands into the crack of the door.

Seeing that the city gate could not be closed for the time being, Wang Feng subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and shouted loudly to his subordinates who dared to come behind him.

"Brothers, there are more than a dozen Tartars behind the city gate. They all pushed open the city gate with me and rushed into Santun Castle..."

No matter how strong the Tartars are, they can't withstand dozens of long-term hot-selling efforts at the same time.

The city gate, which had only one crack in the door, gradually grew larger with dozens of soldiers pushing it. Until it could accommodate a person in, the long-standing long-standing hot-selling man who had already stood beside him with a spear and quickly rushed into the tunnel of the city gate. The Tartar, who had revealed his figure, stabbed the spear in his hand.

After a series of hissing sounds of spears piercing through the body, large streams of blood began to flow out from the blood holes in the three Tartars' bodies, and then they fell heavily to the ground and turned into corpses.

Suddenly losing the power of three people, the Tartars who were blocking the city gate became even more difficult.

Although he tried his best, the opening angle of the two wooden doors was still getting bigger and bigger with the joint efforts of dozens of soldiers from the Tiger and Leopard Army.

Until the spear platoon could rush in, Wang Feng, who was pushing the door with his subordinates, shouted loudly.

"Three longs are in a row, rushed in immediately and killed all the Tartars in the city gate."

Three long spears, in the hands of three long spearmen, piercing forward one round after another.

Although the Tartars hiding behind the city gate fought back desperately, their weapons were too short. The waving big sword had not yet met the long-selling spear, and the long-selling spear had already pierced into their chests.

After a few rounds, there was no longer a living Tartar in the city gate.

More than a dozen bloody Tartars lay behind the city gate in various postures, and a strong smell of blood quickly spread inside the city gate.

"The city gate is taken down..."

Wang Feng shouted excitedly in his heart, and then he shouted to his subordinates who were still immersed in shock: "What are you doing here? The first row of the long spear team immediately attacked the city wall and cleared the remnants of the Tartars on the city wall."

"There are two long spear platoons left, and they should be dispersed and eliminated the remaining enemies in the fort, and put martial law on the entire Santun Fort..."

"Yes, captain..."

The three platoon leaders shouted in unison and rushed into Santun Fort with their dissatisfied subordinates.
Chapter completed!