The sound of cannons stopped. After a long time, Barth pushed Li Kaifang away beside him and stood up from the rubble. He didn't bother to check whether his body was injured, so he nervously checked the battlefield.

The female wall of the city wall has been completely blown away, and the bare city walls are full of bullet craters with smoke. Around each crater, the bodies of Han army were lying down, vaguely and terrible.

And those who survived the wounds were bleeding from their ears and numb in their eyes, standing there shaking.

If you scan your eyes and you can roughly estimate that in this artillery battle, you will lose at least half of your troops.

Standing on the top of the city and looking at the not-so-open beach, just as the continuous artillery fire was suppressed, the enemy's army was already densely covered - they successfully logged in.

Facing the sea-like crowd, if your 30 cannons are still there at this time, it will also cause fatal damage to the enemy.

But now, this is already a delusion.

His precious 30 cannons have been completely blown to the ground, and some have been directly overturned to the city.

Shaking his head, Bart yelled at the top of his lungs: "The warriors of the Eight Banners, lead the Han army, ready to block the enemy's climbing city."

The real cruel battle is to climb the city. Although the enemy's artillery fire is fierce, they will never dare to fire when their army climbs the city.

Then the rest is to compete with the courage of the soldiers on both sides.

As a loud military horn sounded under the city, the enemy troops below suddenly burst into a shocking shout: "Go back to your hometown and kill slaves."

Then the crowd rushed up without order in sequence.

The crowd moved, and the feeling was that the entire beach was moving, the entire earth was moving, squeezing towards this broken lonely city.

Faced with such momentum, the hearts of the Han soldiers immediately collapsed.

Some Han soldiers suddenly dropped their weapons, made meaningless sounds, and ran around like headless flies. This panic, like a plague, immediately spread across the city.

More Han troops joined the group of headless flies.

Bart hissed: "The warriors of the Eight Banners, implement battlefield discipline."

The Eight Jurchen Banners, who had less than 100 people left, immediately waved their swords without hesitation and cut off the heads of the Han army that were rushing around one by one.

No one in the Han army resisted, so they stretched their necks and let their master cut off their heads.

The chaos slowly subsided under this cruel massacre.

Li Kaifang glanced at his army, with no sympathy in his eyes, but some were a trace of sadness from the rabbit and the fox.

"What else can I see? I will immediately transfer the reserve team under the city. As long as I resist the enemy's first wave of attack, there will be some battles."

"I'll go in person now."

Li Kaifang got off the city directly.

The soldiers who were waiting for the second wave of guarding the city also caused certain casualties to them because of shells flying over the city.

Fortunately, the losses of this group of 4,000 people were not very big. There were about 3,55 who could go to the city to participate in the war.

But if this group of troops is thrown into it, can it stop the enemy's attack and defeat them? Li Kaifang has no confidence.

After ordering all of these people to go to the city, Li Kaifang pulled over his loyal braided slave: "Go home immediately, order the old housekeeper to quickly pack up the gold, silver and fine materials, take the wife and the young master and the young lady, quietly go out from the north gate, escape, and escape as soon as possible."

"Master, what about you?"

Li Kaifang stamped his feet: "If I escape at this time, our master will chase me to my hometown and kill my whole family. Let's go."

Then he turned around, ran to the top of the city, and continued to stand side by side with Barth.

Barth looked at him playfully and patted his shoulder: "Don't think so much, we either guard this city or die here in battle. There is no third way to go."

Li Kaifang kept saying: "This is the time for us to be loyal to the Khan."

The enemy had already rushed to the city, and a forest-like ladder stood on the city wall. They stood against the ladder with 10 people as a team, and then there were 10 people in a small team, carrying their muskets and starting to climb.

"Block, block, fight them down." Li Kaifang stood behind a surviving female wall and ordered loudly at the top of his lungs.

The surviving Han army and the new force rushed to the edge of the city wall, picked up broken bricks and tiles, and smashed the city guard equipment they had prepared before and frantically hit the downwards.

The bricks roared down and were hitting the helmet of a climbing soldier. With a sound of shock, the soldier slammed and shook it.

But the helmet of Dongjiang Town is strong, and there is no damage at all except to shake the soldier's head a little dizzy. His steps kept continuing to climb upwards.

And at this moment, under the city wall, there were teams of musketeers who raised their muskets and opened fire on the top of the city.

These musketeers were carefully selected among various thousand-person teams. Facing the Han army on the city wall, which was no longer covered by female walls, they seemed to be shooting targets, almost biting their flesh.

Some people were constantly hit and fell from the city screaming.

The Han army on the city also had bows and arrows and muskets, and they used bows and arrows and muskets to fight back.

The bow and arrow flew down the head of the city. As long as the musket soldiers lowered their heads slightly, the steel helmets with wide edges would lose their effect on the enemy's bow and arrow.

Only those few enemy muskets brought some casualties to the soldiers below.

But one fell down, and another filled it without hesitation, continuing their shooting.

The soldiers climbing the city climbed up tenaciously, stairs, bricks, tiles and thunders and stones on the top of the city.

If you smash one down, another will be added. If you push down a ladder, it will be immediately raised and then climbed up again.

The shouts of killing were intertwined and deafening, shocking the world. Both sides were red in their eyes and never gave in.

Especially the soldiers below charged and then charged without hesitation! It seemed that they were not afraid of death at all.

A soldier from Dongjiang Town rushed to the top of the city, but before he could poke half of his body out, he penetrated him by a few guns.

But just as his body fell, the brother behind him again emerged.

Several more guns stabbed over, but at the end of the city, a bullet shot from the gun, rubbed his helmet and shot into the enemy's chest.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the soldier jumped into the city, raised the triangular bayonet on his musket, and roared: "Kill--"

With a bayonet, he knocked down an enemy who was rushing over, but his back was also stabbed into the enemy and stabbed the gun.

Instead of turning back and dodging, he held a gun and followed the standard assassination steps and yelled: "Kill--" and stabbed another enemy to death under the gun, and then fell to the ground and died.

It was his persistence that bought time for his teammates behind him. Another brother jumped onto the top of the city, erecting the bright triangular thorns, facing the surrounding enemies without any fear.

Another comrade jumped up and stood side by side with him. The two of them took a tacit step forward and shouted: "Kill--" and stabbed the two enemies.

Retract the gun, take another step, and shout again: the movements are standard and uniform.

And just before one of their brothers fell, he heard the four brothers shouting in unison behind him.

More and more brothers came up. They occupied this small section of the city wall with their flesh and blood, and stood side by side with the brothers to assassinate the enemies on both sides of the city wall.

More and more brothers are coming up, and this section of the city wall is growing bigger and bigger, constantly advancing to both sides.

The city wall was narrow and there were only 10 brothers side by side. The 10 brothers in front fell down, while the 10 brothers in the back rushed up with guns, layer by layer, and shouted and killed.

The battle ran from sunrise to sunset, and with the last Han army on the city wall falling down, the Nanguan Pass was announced, and it had fallen into the hands of the Ming army for the fourth time.

Looking at Bart lying at his feet and being shot several times, Li Kaifang sat on a powder barrel and slowly inserted the torch into the powder barrel.

Suddenly, a voice asked: "You are a Han Chinese, why do you do this?"

Li Kaifang stopped and raised her head with difficulty.

The person who asked him was a young soldier holding the steel-making musket in his hand and aiming at him.

Li Kaifang shook his head: "There is no way to explain, it is hard to explain. Why should I say something that cannot be explained?"

The gunshots rang, and Li Kaifang slowly tilted into the powder barrel.

A shocking explosion ended everything.

The remaining enemies fled out of the North Gate in desperation, and no one chased them and allowed them to escape.

These deserters fled back to Li Yongfang's team. Everyone was still scared and their trembling lips told about the flesh-and-blooded battle, the overwhelming artillery fire that humans could not resist, and the strength and despair of the soldiers in Dongjiang Town.
Chapter completed!