Only one Mongolian climbed the ring fortification on the shoulders of the tribe. A Ming army leaped onto the fortification, pulled out his waist and slashed at the Mongolian. Unexpectedly, the Mongolians pulled their ankles and pulled them hard. The two rolled and fell under the broken wall. After landing, the Ming army turned the general over and rode on the Mongolian.

The Mongolians struggled hard to overturn the Ming army general who was pressing on them, but the Ming army general was very strong. The Mongolians used all their strength but failed to do it. A cold light flashed, and the Ming army pulled out a sharp dagger from their legs and stabbed them hard on the Mongolians' heart.

The Mongolian howled and hurriedly raised his hands to hold the general's wrist. The two began to fight without any tricks. The general tried hard to press the general's dagger down, but the Mongolian tried hard to lift the general's wrist. The two looked at each other and could feel the cold murderous intent from the other's eyes.

The Ming army obviously had a better overall strength. Although the Mongolians tried their best to stop it, the sharp dagger still slowly pressed down. It slowly pressed down the Mongolian's heart. Soon, the sharp tip of the knife was only a slight difference from the Mongolian's chest, and the Mongolian's eyes began to become desperate.

The Ming army's eyes were still ferocious, and there was no slight pity because of the desperate eyes of the Mongolians. As a veteran, he had long been used to life and death. This kind of cold-blooded killing face to face was not the first time, nor the last time. When the two armies fought, they either died or they died. They were kind to the enemy or cruel to themselves!

The Ming army stared at the Mongolian's eyes tightly, pressed down with both hands holding the dagger and slowly cut open the leather armor on the Mongolian's body with sharp tips, and pierced into the Mongolian's chest one by one. Amid the deafening gunshots, the Ming army could even clearly hear the sound of the sharp blade cutting the leather armor and flesh.

The Mongolian eyes turned from despair to fear. There was nothing more cruel and bloody in this world than this. He could only watch the sharp dagger pierced into his chest one by one. He could only watch Ming Jun's eyes become sharper and his expression became more and more ferocious.

The Mongolians didn't want to die, but they couldn't resist.

When the dagger pierced into his chest two inches, the Mongolian's eyes began to become dull and his arms lost their strength in an instant. The Ming army stabbed most of the remaining daggers into the Mongolian's chest effortlessly. He could clearly feel that the pulsating heart in the Mongolian's chest had been pierced.

Outside Datong City, Jiannu Camp.

All the Prince Jiannu, including Dorgon and Yue Tuo, have gathered in Dorgon's tent. They are anxiously waiting for the news ahead, and all the six echelons of 70,000 troops have been put into the battlefield. Now the only place they can do is wait quietly and wait for good news to come from the front.

The fast horse was transmitting the battle situation in front of him back to the camp like a flowing stream, and the atmosphere in the tent was becoming more and more serious.

"Report... the prince-in-law Li Yongfang was killed in battle, the eight banners of the Han army suffered heavy casualties, and Shi Tingzhu requested to retreat."

"No!" Before Dorgon could speak, Yue Tuo refused, "Tell Shi Tingzhu that even if he was the only one left, he was not allowed to retreat."

"twitter."

"Report... the Khalkha tribes suffered heavy casualties, and the princes of each tribe requested to retreat."

"No!" Yue Tuo refused again and roared loudly, "Tell those greedy and afraid of death that if anyone dares to withdraw his troops without authorization, the Eight Banners Cavalry of the Qing Dynasty will flatten their tribe."

"twitter!"

"Report... the Korchin tribe suffered heavy casualties, and Prince Darham Batulu requested to withdraw his troops."

"this……"

Yue Tuo no longer dared to roar loudly, and turned his head and looked at Dorgon sitting side by side with him in a dismay. The other Jiannu nobles also looked at each other, and their faces were full of shock. Prince Darham Batulu's army was the last team to launch the attack today.

Now that even Prince Darham Batulu has requested to withdraw his troops, it only means one thing: today's attack has completely failed.

Dorgon looked up and looked outside the tent. Outside the tent, the setting sun had slowly sunk down the horizon, and the color was getting darker little by little. From early morning to evening, the fierce battle lasted for a whole day. The 70,000-Eight Banners army failed to defeat the Ming army in Datong City. The result was indeed somewhat beyond Dorgon's expectations.

Dorgon breathed a long sigh, looked at Yue Tuo and said, "Let's withdraw all the people, and then count the casualties and see how many people have been lost?"

Yue Tuo's head drooped and he said sadly: "I have to do this."

"well."

Behind Dorgon, Fan Wencheng and Ning Wan, I also sighed at the same time. The result was completely beyond their expectations. They thought that it would be fine to conquer Datong with some casualties, but the final result was not the same. The Eight Banners Army was defeated!

When did the firearm battalion of the Ming Dynasty become so powerful? The solid city wall had been blown up, and a gap was broken. The 70,000 troops attacked the gap for a whole day, but they were unable to enter. This result was enough to be surprising. If every city in the Ming Dynasty had such a firearm battalion, what else could the Eight Banners Army of the Qing Dynasty do?

The two of them looked back and thought that Wang Pu had captured Shengjing with just over a thousand troops and captured Huang Taiji alive in one battle. It seemed that it was not just luck. If Wang Pu had been born twenty years ago and had him take this firearm camp to participate in the Battle of Sarhu, the outcome of the Battle of Sarhu might have been completely different, and the Qing Dynasty would not have appeared again today.

When the sky became dark, the endless sound of horns sounded in the Jiannu camp outside the city. The Jiannu, who was crowded outside the gap, retreated back like a tide of tide. In less than a moment, he retreated clean from the gap in the city wall. The sound of gunfire and the explosion of the Dragon King cannon suddenly stopped, and the fierce battle that lasted for a whole day was finally over.

Wang Pu climbed the city on Lu Liu, Nenniang and more than a dozen personal guards, and stood at the position where the bearded man died in battle. Wang Pu was not worried that he would become the second bearded man. It was a small probability that Jiannu's Red Barbarian Cannon could hit the city directly. If he could hit the same crater again, it would be even more abnormal.

Wang Pu stood on the top of the city and looked down, and saw that the gap inside and outside the gap were covered with incomplete and bloody corpses. The circular pit dug by Wei Daben and Minzhuang were almost half filled with the corpses of Jiannu. There were also many Jiannu who died outside the gap, buried at a height of half of the Datong City Wall!

The air was still filled with the smell of smoke and a strong smell of blood.

On the pile not far away, two musketeers were lying on the turret. One musketeer had two feather arrows inserted on his back. The feather tail at the tail was trembling in the bleak evening breeze, while the other musketeer was killed by Jiannu's red cannon. His whole body was torn in half, and his face was suffocatingly young, with empty eyes and no more magical colors.

Soon, a musketeer came up and carried the bodies of the two brothers who fell into battle.

With a heavy mood, Wang Pu walked down the city wall step by step and came to the open space inside the city wall.

In the open space, Scar stood there with his face straight, letting tears slide down his cheeks. The man like a mountain cried like a child at this time.

In front of Scarface, more than 300 musketeers also looked gloomy and stood in a neat row. Although the famous musketeers lost half of their right leg, they refused to help others and stood stubbornly in the queue with musketeers. He was a musketeer and he had the dignity of a musketeer.

There were only so many of the 1,000 musketeers guarding the city walls on both sides of the gap.

In front of the more than 300 musketeers, there was a white cloth spread out, with a small torso on the white cloth, two fingers and a huge sole of feet. These black and black parts were all bearded and collected by the musketeers. They searched the city walls and found only these.

Behind the white cloth, there were neatly arranged the bodies of the fallen soldiers. Many of them were covered with blood and blood, which were hard to describe. Some were even like big beards, with only some parts of the body left.

Looking at the bodies of these fallen soldiers, Wang Pu suddenly felt his chest blocked, and an inexplicable liquid was spinning in his eyes. Suddenly, Wang Pu looked up to the sky and endured the tears that were about to fall back. Can people be ruthless if they are not ripe for plants and trees? Even if they are iron-clad men, there are times when tenderness is revealed.

"salute!"
Chapter completed!