The city gate was blown open, and Xie Erjian led two hundred soldiers from the Shenji Camp to swarm in. Hey, these two hundred soldiers from the Shenji Camp are not the five slags of the Xining Guard. They are all killing machines that have experienced many battles and have broken through the sea of ​​blood. At this moment, they rushed to fight hard, one by one, one step was flying, and their eyes were like a cone. The steel knife in their hand was shining with cold light. One sword was swung out to death. It was a life of fast, ruthless, accurate, and absolutely.

Xie Erjian took the lead with one horse, and two hundred tigers and wolves behind him cut in like a bamboo shoot. He instantly killed all the defenders near the city gate hole, and then divided the troops into two groups and attacked the city climbing ladders on both sides.

The defenders on the city wall seemed to wake up from a dream and launched a crazy counterattack, trying to retake the city gate. Unfortunately, they had no chance. How could the Shenji Camp that occupied the city gate retreat? Unless they all died, there would be no gate!

"Shoot the arrows and shoot them to death!"

There were still many comrades near the city gate just now, so the defenders at the top of the city did not dare to shoot arrows, for fear of hurting their own people by chance. But now it is different. The Yerkand soldiers near the city gate were killed like chopping melons and vegetables, and the rest retreated to the distance, so the defenders at the top of the city no longer had any scruples and were ready to shoot Xie Erjian and others from a high position.

However, before the archers on the city were able to bend their bows and arrows, hundreds of round iron lumps were thrown up from below, and the thing was even smoking.

The next second, these iron lumps exploded violently, countless iron nails and broken iron pieces splashed everywhere, and the defenders on the city were killed on the spot. The broken limbs and broken arms were mixed with blood and flesh, and the faces of the soldiers of the Shenji Camp below were covered with faces. As a result, the two hundred tigers and wolves seemed even more ferocious and terrifying.

"Ah, my eyes..."

"My face..."

There were countless defenders injured by iron nails and iron pieces. They fell to the ground with blood and screamed and wailed. Some people kept falling from the city or rolling down the stone level.

The soldiers of Shenji Camp took the opportunity to rush to the top of the city and controlled the top of the city.

Xie Erjian climbed up the city heading, picked up a torch, jumped up, and jumped to a corner of the eaves on the city gate tower. He raised the torch and waved it forward. After a moment, the rapid sound of horse hooves went from far to near, and the main force of Shenji Camp was killed.

"Warriors, take back the South Gate and rush!" The ten thousand men's captain Roger pointed at the top of his lungs with a scimitar in his hand, and formed five hundred iron cavalry from his personal soldiers and rushed to the South Gate along the long street, trying to retake the city gate.

Xie Erjian looked cold and ordered people to turn the three Folang machine cannons on the top of the city, aimed the muzzle at the long street and ignite it!

Boom, boom, boom...

These Folang machine cannons were originally seized from the Ming army. The soldiers of the Shenji Camp were naturally very skillful when used and could be used with them. Several shells fell into the middle of the long street accurately, and immediately bombed the enemy's cavalry overturned.

However, due to angle issues, the Sanmen Folang machine could only effectively launch one round, and the enemy cavalry had already rushed to the city gate. Some people rushed to the top of the city gate directly, while others tried to grab the city gate.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding...

Hundreds of grenades were thrown down from above and bloomed everywhere in an instant, harvesting a wave like autumn wind sweeping over fallen leaves. The Yerkand cavalry and their horses rolled down from the stone level, and the flesh and blood were flying everywhere.

It is obvious that Xie Erjian came prepared. Although the two hundred gods and soldiers did not carry flintlock rifles, each of them had ten grenades hanging around their waists. At this moment, they were condescending, no matter how many people came, they would give their heads. The defenders launched several rounds of fierce attacks on the city, and were all blown back by waves of grenades.

Seeing this, the commander of the ten thousand men, Roger was frightened and angry, angry and anxious. What does it mean to not be able to cross the line? This is. At this moment, the south gate of Dunhuang City is the Thunder Pool. Although the Yerjiang defenders were numerous, they could not move forward at all.

The sound of horse hooves outside the city was getting closer and closer, and nearly eight thousand cavalry of Shenji Camp were rushing towards them with torches.

The defenders in the city obviously knew that the main force of the Ming army was about to arrive. Under the urging of the ten thousand men, Roger, he rushed to the top of the city frantically. Obviously, he had to regain the South Gate at any cost. In an instant, Xie Erjian and others felt that the pressure increased greatly.

Boom boom boom boom...

The explosions of grenades came one after another, and the smoke filled the gunpowder. The Yarkand soldiers stepped on their companions' bodies and spread up the city gate like a tide, rushing into the city gate.

The two hundred soldiers of the Gods Camp who threw away all the grenades did not retreat, but drew their swords to meet them, firmly guarding the last line of defense at the top of the city, falling down, and the one behind was immediately filled.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more critical, the thunderous horse hooves finally arrived at the city. The vanguard of the Shenji Camp finally arrived, and two light machine cannons immediately opened fire.

Two booms, two solid bullets the size of eggs were shot out, one hit the wall on one side of the city gate, smashing the blue bricks on the surface on the spot, and the other shot into the city gate accurately. A Yarkand cavalry who was rushing out from inside was hit in the chest. With a bang, the chest was blown to pieces on the spot and was dismembered.

"Kill!"

More Yerjiang cavalry rushed out of the city gate and tried to stop the cavalry of Shenji Camp, but as soon as they appeared, they were blown over by the raindrop-like lead bullets on the opposite side.

The vanguard of the two thousand Shenji camps was unstoppable and drove straight through the city gate. Amid the sound of gunfire like a bean, the defenders were killed and retreated step by step.

"Brothers, our reinforcements are here, kill!" Xie Erjian shouted loudly, took the lead in wielding his sword to kill the city, and flew like flying.

"Kill!" Liu Sheng, a soldier from the two hundred Shenji Camp, roared, rushed down the city like a tiger going down the mountain, and followed the cavalry to chase the retreating Yarkand defenders.

As mentioned earlier, Yarkand only sent 50,000 people to fight, while Dunhuang, as the rear, only sent 5,000 people to guard it, and the main force was brought to Suzhou and Hami.

Originally, if the city gate had not been lost, it would be not difficult for the five thousand defenders to block the Shenji Camp. It would be easy to defend for at least ten or eight days, but now the city gate has been lost, and the five thousand Yerkand defenders are just a dish in front of the elite Shenji Camp.

As the two thousand Shenji Camp pioneers entered the city, soon the second and third echelons arrived one after another. How could the defenders in the city resist and retreated step by step towards the north of the city.

When it comes to street fighting, the Yarkand army is even less of a rival to the Shenji Battalion with all firearms. After most of the fierce battle, there were heavy casualties and injuries. Important strongholds at various street intersections were constantly lost. Finally, they finally had no choice but to open the north gate and flee.

However, the ten thousand men's commander Roger just led the remaining soldiers to escape from the north gate, but was shocked to find that a well-formed cavalry was waiting for him.

At this moment, a rising sun was rising from the horizon in the east, and under the rays of light, the flags were waving, and a handsome flag with the character "Xu" was flying high, which was particularly eye-catching. Under the handsome flag, a Confucian scholar was riding calmly on the back of a horse. The morning breeze blew the wide sleeves and hem of his long gown, and there was an indescribable elegance.

Roger was stunned, narrowed his eyes and looked at him, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "Could this person be the legendary Ming God of War, King Beijing Xu Jin?"

Roger was still in shock. The scholar waved his hand gently, and the sound of horse hooves like thunder sounded. The last two thousand cavalrymen of Shenji Camp launched a charge under the leadership of Wang Liner...

The ending was self-evident. The remaining soldiers under Roger were easily torn apart by a charge by the Shenji Camp. The battle lasted only for more than ten minutes and were completely wiped out!

The sun was rising, and the light was shining, and the morning breeze was still blowing. Xu Jin's mood was as refreshing as the morning breeze was coming. He rode his horse into the city with blood on the ground. As for the ten thousand men who were tied up by many flowers, he didn't even look at it.

On the sixth day of the third month of the seventh year of Jiajing, Xu Jin, the general of Pingxi, led 8,000 Shenji camps to attack Dunhuang, defeated him, and killed more than 5,000 enemies. The enemy's guard general Roger was captured.
Chapter completed!