Suddenly, they turned around and saw the Chinese army's banner suddenly falling down, so they could no longer hold it up, and they all mounted their horses and fled westward.

Duerjia escaped, he was scared out of his wits! The fierce firepower in Beihai Town caused him to lose two of his three souls, leaving only one of his seven souls. At this moment, he just wanted to escape from this flesh and blood mill!

The soldier in charge of communications held the phone and covered his ear with one hand, conveying Zhao Xin's new order quickly and loudly.

When the muzzle rotation of the anti-aircraft guns was completed, the Qing artillery battalion in the middle that had not had time to escape was in dire straits! In the ensuing bombing, those Qing artillerymen who had no time to escape were beaten to pieces, and several 200 to 300 kilograms of copper

The cannon was blown up, mixed with the pieces of limbs flying in the air, and fell to the ground with a dull crashing sound. As streams of blood mist sprayed among the crowd, those Qing soldiers who survived were beaten to the point of crying.

Call mother, they no longer care about those cannons, they all threw down the tools and weapons in their hands, turned around and ran away.

"Ah sneeze!"

As the Qing troops gradually disappeared on the battlefield, Monk Zhou was choked by the smoke that filled the defense line and sneezed heavily. He wiped his nose with his sleeve, and the impulse caused by the intense secretion of adrenaline had not dissipated.

Excitement mixed with excitement and other indescribable emotions flowed in his chest.

Monk Zhou started singing again, but this time it was no longer the northern ditty of "Playing Jujube Gun", but the military song of Beihai Town. As the passionate singing sounded, the soldiers from the three surrounding companies also began to follow.

Singing slowly. Gradually, the singing voices of hundreds of people became louder and louder, piercing the smoke and echoing under Jurgen City.

"I am so angry that the rain has stopped at the end of the road! I look up to the sky and scream loudly with strong emotions~~ Thirty years of fame and dust~Eight thousand miles of clouds and moon!

The shame of Jingkang has not yet snowed! When will the hatred of the ministers be extinguished? The long chariot trampled through the Helan Mountain Que~~ The ambitious people were hungry, eating Hulu meat and laughing, talking about thirsty and drinking the blood of the Huns! Wait~ to clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning~ towards the Tianque!

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Chapter completed!