"Minggou, you all deserve to die..."

Not to mention that the Tatars did not expect this sudden scene, even the men from Zuoying did not expect it.

A man with a figure of at least 1.8 meters, strong and strong body, holding a big axe in his hand, rushed up to the city and was about to show his power.

But it was already directly pierced by seven or eight spears.

His chest cavity was about to become a sieve, and he could no longer hold it in. His blood was connected to his five internal organs, and it was gushing out like a spring.

But he had not yet died, and his eyes widened, his bearded man trembled, as if he wanted to remember this scene.

However, his strength was no longer enough, and his vitality had reached its last end.

"Fuck your mother's dog Tartar, you dare to glare at your father!"

Here, a young man who was eighteen or nineteen years old, named a veteran but actually a young boy. Seeing that the old Tartar dared to speak stubbornly at this time, he immediately became angry in his heart. Without thinking, he punched the white armored face of the Zhengbaiqi.

After exhausting the last strength of the white armor, he directly pushed his feet on the white armor, pulled his spear with both hands, and pulled back hard, trying to pull his spear out.

This immediately triggered a chain reaction.

The men around him also reacted and followed suit and hurriedly took out their spears.

But the unlucky Zhengbai Banner's white armor fell to the ground softly, and the body had completely turned into a sieve...

"Draw your gun and return to the team quickly!"

"Return to the team, return to the team at a speed..."

At this time, the officers around them also reacted and roared like wolves.

The surrounding men quickly reacted and rushed to execute the orders.

In the blink of an eye, the originally somewhat stagnant world quickly returned to its normal rhythm.

"Beautiful job!!!"

Zhang Huang was also very energetic at this time. These guys did not disappoint him!

But at this time he had no time to think a lot, so he quickly issued another order to quickly adjust the formation.

Even though he achieved the first wave of victory with a good start, the subsequent speed and speed of the Tartars far exceeded his imagination.

Under the city, the Tartars were climbing up like ants.

When facing the few Tartars, these spearmen were able to gain a strong advantage.

But, if there are too many Tartars coming up later, who can guarantee it?

This rhythm must be controlled!

...

West City.

Li Chunlai had arrived at this time, which was about to be close to North City. Seeing that North City had begun to control the situation, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhang Huang did not disappoint him!

However, Zhengbaiqi is not easy to mess with. What kind of results to achieve depends on the subsequent extension!

And in this process, those casualties are inevitable...

However, this is the price you have to pay in your growth!

He, Master Li San, is no exception!

...

"What's going on?"

"What seems to be wrong..."

At this time, with the further development of the battle situation, Huang Taiji behind the formation and Da Yinbu, who was commanding in front, both discovered something was wrong.

After all, in the past, dozens of people had already rushed up, which could already trigger a reaction. Not to mention taking the city wall, there were cheers coming, opening up more space for the subsequent Warriors.

It can be at this time.

But it seemed like a muddy bull was entering the sea. After these warriors rushed forward, why didn't there be any movement?

"Start up and go to the city!"

"Everything is quicker, don't let Minggou breathe!

Dayinbu had no time to think about anything else for a moment, so he could only desperately call on his slaves to continue rushing upwards, hoping that quantitative change would lead to qualitative change.

Huang Taiji was far away from him and could not see clearly. He couldn't make any decisions for a while. After all, it was just the beginning.

However, due to his powerful nature, he had already had a keen premonition that something was wrong, but he was still persevering.

...

At this time, in the main battle formation of the Later Jin army, Lao Nu was also closely monitoring the movements in the North City.

However, he was even further away and couldn't see clearly.

However, with his experience, the vaguely violent shouts of killing made him feel a little bad, and his palms began to loosen and clench them tightly.

What's going on today?

Why do you just feel something is wrong?

But he is the king!

No matter how uneasy I feel, I cannot show it on the surface. I can only hold it tightly and wait patiently.

Soon, all other battlefields fell into a difficult-to-described slow state, and everyone's eyes gathered toward the North City, waiting for the result of the North City.

...

"Haha, kill me, Minggou can't do it!"

"Press up, continue to push up!"

At this time, as more and more subsequent Tartars rushed to the city wall, they finally began to seize large space, and the pressure suddenly fell to the men of the Zuoying in Qingzhou.

This is also impossible.

Lushun City was obviously not built by Li Chunlai. Although it had a certain fault tolerance rate when it was designed, it was considered spacious, but it was the most ordinary setting and was not conducive to the performance of the spearmen and the Zuoying Qingzhou.

If a spearman wants to show his greatest power, he needs to charge distance.

At the beginning, there were few Tartars, so the children naturally had the ease of traveling. But as the number of Tartars became more and more and more, the children's advantages were not that there was no one, but they had begun to be narrowed.

Often, one charge can definitely kill the Tartars, but there must be a man paying a big price.

Soon, two or three hundred Tartars had already rushed to the city wall, and the situation had begun to enter a state of chaos.

Huang Taiji, Da Yinbu and others under the city saw that the momentum of their servants in the city seemed to have suppressed the Ming army, so they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then they started to get on the right track.

But what they didn't know was!

At this time, Zhang Huang was like a leopard surrounding the prey, accumulating the power of his real thunder strike.

Soon, dozens of Tartars rushed to the city wall, and it was basically impossible for this city wall to accommodate more Tartars. Zhang Huang was no longer greedy and directly called his side to follow him: "Pitcher! Be sure not to let a Tartar run away!"

"yes!"

...

Soon, various unique slogans from the Zuoying in Qingzhou sounded from the north city.

Many men did not dare to fight again, and began to retreat and gather, giving the Tartars more space.

"Haha, Ming Gouzi can't do it anymore, hurry up!"

"kill!"

"Kill all these lowly Nikan..."

The surrounding Tartars suddenly reached a peak, constantly expanding their space, compressing the space of the Zuoying Erlang in Qingzhou, and began to truly utilize their advantages to carry out their long-term operations.

But what they didn't notice was-

Behind these Qingzhou Zuo Battalion commanders, one by one, "watermelon vendors" have already started working.

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh swish swish..."

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

As bamboo-type grenades were ignited, they were quickly thrown towards the gathering areas of these Tartars. Even though these Tartars reacted in a flash, the narrow terrain was too late.

In a blink of an eye, accompanied by a low burst sound and a terrifying splatter of sand and gravel, the already bloody head of the North City completely turned into a purgatory on earth.

"Ah, my eyes, my eyes can't see... "

A leader of the Zhengbai Banner who was standing in front became the first unlucky guy.

Even though he wanted to avoid it, he was too thick in his armor and had enough defense, but he lost a large part of his flexibility.
To be continued...