Oboi looked at Tochi in surprise. This little Mongolian military supervisor dared to ask himself to support Tu Xietu, who was really ungrateful. Just as he was about to scold him, Tochi suddenly turned over and dismounted, knelt in front of Oboi, and said with emotion: "General Oboi, the villain knows that these words should not be for villain, but the Mongolian warriors have died enough. The Ming army has muskets. The general also knows that our protection ability is very poor. He is helpless in the face of the Ming army. The general asserted that this should be a hidden elite of the Liaodong army. The general was once the personal guard of Tu Xietu Khan, so he naturally knew Tu Xietu Khan's character. If the general could help Tu Xietu Khan with his arms, I believe that the Mongolian troops would show the sincerity they should have to the general. If even a brave man like the general could not defeat the reinforcements of the Ming Kingdom, who else could the Mongolian troops expect?"

A thought flashed through Oboi's mind, wait, the officer in charge said that if he went to help Tu Xietu, the Mongolian tribes would definitely show sincerity to him. As for what sincerity is, is it still necessary to say? In addition, if he defeated the Ming army, then when entering Ningyuan City, the materials here are justified. As long as he keeps the material population and is not divided, it will be another great achievement when the Khan comes to distribute it himself. In addition, the officer in charge is right. He is the number one Batulu in Manchuria. If he does not show his power in front of the Mongolian tribes at this time, how can he reflect his power in Batulu?

Oboi's face gradually turned red, and his chest was filled with blood. Yes, now the Ming army has been surrounded by the Mongolian army for several battles, so he must be exhausted. When will he go if he doesn't pick up corn? And Ningyuan City, don't you have to hurry, the city will not run away anyway. Don't the Mongolian army still have 10,000 people outside the city to watch the Ming army in the city? Don't worry about these infantry going out of the city to fight decisively unless they are impatient.

Oboi pointed Tuochi's shoulder with the tip of the saber-killing sword and said lightly: "Tuchi, you are right. I am the number one warrior in Manchuria and should help you. The Manchuria family. Okay, you continue to stare at the Ming army in the city. I will take the troops to the south gate now." As soon as Oboi finished speaking, a Jiala Zhangjing stepped forward and reminded: "General, isn't this not good?"

"Don't say more. I decided this matter. When Dahan comes, I will explain it myself. Now I am your leader. We have only one task now, that is, to defeat the Ming army at the South Gate. Kill me!" Oboi raised his sword and rushed out first. Jiala Zhangjing behind him had no choice but to urge his horse to follow, and he rushed to the south gate like a whirlwind of 2,500 Bayala to kill to the south gate.

Tochi returned to the formation safely, and the commander of the thousand-man came up and asked, "General, how are they going south?" Tochi said lightly, "Oh, I advised them to go to the South Gate. These Jurchens thought they could ride on the heads of the proud Mongolians. I saw that they were a little naive, so they asked them to go to the South Gate to fight with the Ming army, which would also relieve the pressure on the Khan. Since the Jin soldiers had arrived, it is still unknown how much materials we can get in Ningyuan City. Instead of doing this, let the Jin soldiers and the Ming army fight to the death and let them work hard, which is better than sacrificing the lives of our warriors."

"This, this..." Cheng Zhong murmured at the horse team that rushed past the south gate. Sun Chengzong's emotions had just calmed down, and now Cheng Zhong didn't want to stimulate him. However, Sun Chengzong, who was supported by Sun An, still saw the expression on Cheng Zhong's face. He said with difficulty: "Weiming, what's wrong? Tell me honestly." Cheng Zhong looked at Sun Chengzong with some concern and said word by word: "The Jin soldiers went to Lu Xiangsheng's side, it seems that they should be Bayala."

Sun Chengzong's yellowed eyes were left with turbid tears. He closed his eyes in pain, opened his mouth wide, looked up at the sky, as if there was a silent roar, and then his body suddenly relaxed and collapsed towards Sun An. Several personal soldiers rushed up to support Sun Chengzong with Sun An. Everyone shouted: "Ge Lao! Ge Lao!" Sun An roared: "Call the doctor!"

The battle situation outside the city has become fierce, and the Mongolian army is red in their eyes. The tenacious resistance of the Tianxiong Army has aroused the wildness in the hearts of the Mongolian soldiers. They must capture the positions of the Ming army ahead.

"Kill!" Sun Dehai roared, swept out the sword in his hand, and cut the Mongolian cavalry in front of him into two pieces. He no longer knew how many Mongolian soldiers he had killed, and the soldiers behind him were all stained with blood. The cavalry fighting and infantry fighting were different. The two horses were already determined between interlacing. Especially in this melee state, the enemy in front of him would only fight with you for one round, and then the horses of both sides flew past each other, and you had to face the next enemy. Under the leadership of Sun Dehai's mad tiger, the cavalry led by Daerhan opened a hole, as if it were

Like a dam washed down by the flood, the Ming army surrounded in the formation vented from this opening. Qian Mingde was in the same situation. The chaotic Mongolian army could not stop Qian Mingde and his cavalry. They rushed out together. The two Ming troops gathered together without thinking. Hatan and Darhan rushed over from behind. Without pause, Qian Mingde held a big knife covered with blood and shouted to Sun Dehai: "There is no time left, we must support our formation immediately. Mr. Lu can no longer hold it." Sun Dehai nodded, raised his big knife without saying a word to lead the troops behind Tu Xietu.

Although the remaining five double-row hollow formations were still struggling to support, they had reached their limit. The number of Mongolian cavalry was too large. Many knights were not dead for a while after being hit by muskets. They tried their best to urge the war horses to directly hit the double-row hollow formations. Originally, under the heavy rain of arrows, several double-row hollow formations had already suffered nearly half of the casualties. The dead soldiers were stacked together. As long as the injured soldiers could still move, they were forcibly supporting them to form an array. Those who really couldn't move were sitting back to back, loading the muskets in their hands and then shooting.

"Xie Sifeng!" Li Fu shouted. The double row of hollow formations where Li Fu was located was covered by rounds of endless rain of arrows. Many standing soldiers were shot on their chests like hedgehogs, but as long as they were not hitting their faces or limbs, the Mongolian cavalry's arrows could not penetrate their armor. The soldiers pulled out the arrows on their chests and continued to load and shoot. Because people kept falling down, and then soldiers made up their positions. The row of musket soldiers standing in front of Li Fu are no longer arranged according to their original position, because the comrades around Xie Sifeng were constantly dying in battle, and his position had moved to the edge of this row of muskets. Li Fu could not tell who Xie Sifeng was in the white smoke all over the sky, so he could only shout his name. In the rumbling sound of guns, I don't know if Xie Sifeng did not hear Li Fu's shouting, or if Xie Sifeng had already died. Li Fu yelled again unwillingly: "Xie Sifeng!"

"I'm here!" Xie Sifeng's voice came faintly. Li Fu's thumping heart calmed down for a moment, and then he continued to shout, "See the flag-raising person, kill him!" Through the white smoke, Li Fu suddenly saw a wolf-headed flag fluttering in the wind about a hundred steps, and a flag-holding soldier holding the battle flag high to guide the Mongolian cavalry to charge. Killing him can cause chaos to the Mongolian soldiers, but the shooting angle on his side was not good, and the target was blocked by the musket soldiers in front of him. He immediately called Xie Sifeng to shoot. Xie Sifeng heard Li Fu's order and replied loudly: "Get order!"

I saw him calmly loading ammunition, raising his musket, staring at the target without moving his eyes. There were many flag-protecting knights around the flag-holding soldiers, blocking him. His figure appeared and disappeared from time to time. We must seize the best opportunity.

Tu Xietu saw that the offensive was still blocked behind the formation, and was anxious. Suddenly, there was a rush of horse hooves coming from behind. He looked back and was shocked. It turned out that a Ming cavalry was taking his back formation with the straightforward direction. Tu Xietu was extremely angry. Hatan and Darhan, two wastes, such many soldiers and horses, could not stop the only two thousand Ming cavalry, and they even made them break through. Now if the Ming cavalry attacked, they were fighting against the infantry formation.

The Mongolian army was fighting, and the offensive would collapse immediately. Tushetu quickly ordered: "Issue an order to the flag-holding soldiers in front of you and transfer some cavalry back to block them. Leger, you bring Ben Khan's guards first!" A burly man bowed and responded, and rushed towards Qian Mingde and Sun Dehai with the guards of a thousand Tushetu. It was Tushetu's guardian Leger, who was also a famous warrior in the Korqin tribe.

The messenger beside Tu Xietu immediately waved the order flag to notify the flag-holding soldiers in front of him. When the flag-holding soldiers received the signal, the wolf-headed flag immediately turned the direction. The soldiers of the 10,000-person team he was in turned their horses and prepared to go behind the formation to block the Ming cavalry. At the moment when the flag-holding soldiers turned around, several guards slapped past him and exposed the flag-holding soldiers' backs.

It was now! Xie Sifeng held his breath tightly. At this moment, it seemed as if time had stopped. Bang, as he pulled the trigger, choking white smoke came out of the gun barrel and the gun machine. Lead bullets flew out of the gun barrel at an extremely high speed, passing through the dense Mongolian knights in front, and shot into the back of the flag-holding soldiers. Blood flowers exploded, and the bullets were gone. The flag-holding soldiers pounced forward, and the wolf-headed flag slowly fell down, and then were trampled by countless horse hooves.
Chapter completed!