Nanming Engineer

Chapter 352 Not one left
Hahamu looked up and saw heads popping out one after another from behind Wang Yongqiang. The top of the wide slope was soon full of people. These people were holding bows and crossbows, wearing armor and helmets, standing on the slope in a straight line. Top, looking down at yourself.

Wang Yongqiang lowered his head and looked down, seeing devastation everywhere. The power of the dynamite was equivalent to a sea hurricane. All the houses within [-] feet of the city wall were destroyed, and there were rubble everywhere. Except for a group of Qing soldiers who had just arrived from other places, there was no one living.

However, he didn't have time to express his appreciation for the power of Wang Huan's firearms. The Qing army under his feet had already begun to launch a counterattack. The Qing general running in front of him had a strong figure, and the muscles on his body that stretched his chainmail armor so tightly. Wanting to explode, he raised the long knife in his hand high above his head, and his roar was earth-shattering.

"Shoot the arrow!" Wang Yongqiang roared, secretly admiring Wang Huan's arrangement in his heart. These Qing soldiers were all fierce and fierce, but they didn't have shields.

The first batch of people rushing to the gap with me were all crossbowmen.

Following Wang Yongqiang's order, the arrows flew away like locusts, with the sound of piercing through the air, and the spiked arrows were as dense as a splash of water with a deadly scream, covering the clear water below. military.

Although the poor Qing army dared to fight for their lives and was not afraid of death, their flesh and blood had no power to resist the arrows. No matter how hard their muscles were, they were no different from paper in front of the sharp iron arrows.

The hoods worn by Qing soldiers are inlaid with iron leaves and wrapped with cotton cloth outside. The three-layered armor is too heavy to wear. Generally, only soldiers in the dead soldier camp will wear it. Follow Hahamu, of course not the dead soldier camp .

Although the slope was high, the slope was only twenty or thirty steps away. Arrows shot from such a distance could not be protected even by European plate armor, let alone light armor. The sound was endless, and rows of Qing soldiers were shot to the ground one after another like felled wheat.

Almost in just one or two breaths, no one around Hahamu was standing. Even he himself was covered with arrow shafts like a hedgehog. The flesh and blood surged up, and what the powerful shooter shot directly broke through the keyhole, went straight into the body, and penetrated from the other side of the body.

Hahamu turned into a bloody man, and he couldn't stand still. The flag soldiers behind him saw Angbang Zhangjing suddenly raised his head and yelled angrily, and swiped forward with a knife in one hand, cutting off all the arrow shafts all over his body. Break, and then step forward, step by step.

He actually wants to kill the enemy!
This move was like a shot of chicken blood, instantly igniting the emotions of the Qing troops. The Eight Banners soldiers behind who were not affected by the arrow rain immediately went crazy and let out a wild beast-like howl, wielding guns and knives, and followed Haha Mu. Pushing forward hard from behind.

Although Wang Yongqiang was shocked by Hahamu's actions, he immediately pouted contemptuously, and threw the spear in his hand towards the sky.

The archers immediately retreated quickly to the sides, jumped from the breaks on both sides, and gave way to the slope.

Immediately afterwards, countless soldiers in iron armor emerged from the slope. These soldiers wore half-length iron armor, eight-petal iron helmets on their heads, and held long spears and knives in their hands. They were all soldiers of the Yan'an Camp with excellent equipment and high morale .

"My sons, let the Tatars see that our Shaanxi soldiers are not cowards!" Wang Yongqiang's eyes were hot and his blood was surging. He had already recognized that the Qing army general in front of him who was fighting to the death was the one who led his troops to defeat the king a few days ago. One of the Qing generals in Mucheng, Yongzhen, met his enemies and became extremely jealous: "One head is worth five taels of silver, and there is no upper limit! Kill him!"

He pulled up the spear, shook a gun flower, jumped his feet, and jumped up into the sky, almost jumping down from the top of the slope towards Hahamu. The soldiers behind followed him like a dragon out of water. There are jumping figures on the slope, and more people coming up from behind, like a rolling crowd, one wave after another.

Hahamu's eyes were already covered with blood, and he could see things blurry. Almost instinctively, he cut the long knife in his hand diagonally from bottom to top. Wang Yongqiang easily turned around to avoid it, and the spear turned into a long stick. The whip was on Hahamu's face, and he was knocked to the ground head-on. Several Qing soldiers rushed forward with roars, and one was knocked down by Wang Yongqiang's spear. drowned.

Hahamu struggled on the ground, trying to stand up, but was kicked on the head by Wang Yongqiang, and passed out.

Wang Yongqiang squatted down, cut off the head on the ground, tied the braid on the back of his head as a rope, tied it to the blade of the spear, raised it high, and shouted in the crowd: "Here is the head of the chief. Won't you just bow your head and accept the surrender?!"

If it was the Ming army, when they saw the head of the general at this time, they should immediately lose their fighting spirit and either kneel down and surrender, or flee in all directions, so Wang Yongqiang felt that this move should be very useful.

Unexpectedly, when the Tartar soldiers saw Hahamu's blood-stained head, they became angry like a dead father. , desperate to die together, but also to pull a few backs, and immediately pushed back the Ming army's offensive.

Gao Youcai ran past Wang Yongqiang with his face covered in blood, not knowing whether the blood was his or someone else's, and shouted at him at the top of his voice: "Marshal Zhen, the tartars don't like this, hurry up, or wait until the clearing Army reinforcements come up, this hole may not be saved!"

Wang Yongqiang pretended to be defeated, his face was dull, he became angry from embarrassment, and his bloodiness also came up. He stretched out the spear, and threw the head on the blade of the spear as a hidden weapon, and shouted in his mouth: "In this case, boys, let me kill you!" go up!"

The two streams of people collided together on the slope, the sound of shields clashing, the sound of weapons piercing into the flesh, and the screams of pain, all mixed together, like a tragic symphony, played in the city of Xi'an. head.

Wang Yongqiang has a full 2 troops in this gap, of which nearly 5000 are soldiers from the Yan'an Camp, while Hahamu has only 2000 soldiers. Although in terms of individual martial arts or teamwork, Wang Yongqiang's Ming army They are all far behind the Qing army, but the soldiers can't stand the large number of people, and they beat the old master to death with random punches. In addition, the Ming army rushed straight down from the top of the slope. The army was several times larger, and often a dozen people surrounded one or two Qing soldiers to hack and kill.Soon, more and more people rushed into the gap from outside the city, and the scale became bigger and bigger. Hahamu died again under Wang Yongqiang's hands. The dragons had no leader. Back away slowly.

Soldiers and horses from outside the city poured into the city one after another, spreading like a torrent, flowing along the streets and alleys to every corner. The sound of fighting was everywhere, and hand-to-hand street fighting began.

Meng Qiaofang still didn't give up, his fleet of soft goods was still being loaded, and a large amount of property was being moved, and he had to wait a little longer before leaving through the east gate.So he tried his best to gather all the troops he could gather, and sent them to all the streets to block them for a while.

Wang Huan had already reached the gap at this time. Instead of rushing into the city, he stood at the break of the ruined city wall and looked carefully, observing the position of the bomb crater on the ground and the location of the collapsed city wall, thinking about something.

Across a moat, the Fengzi Battalion's armored Kuizhou army still maintained a complete square formation without any changes, as if they were preparing for battle and waiting for something.

Chen Xiangce galloped up to the top of the wall, dismounted beside Wang Huan, and whispered something in his ear.

Wang Huan sneered and said, "Did he not move?"

Chen Xiang nodded, and said: "Looking at the posture, I am preparing to leave. After all, the movement of Hong Tianlei is too loud, and it is hard not to be frightened."

Wang Huan squinted his eyes and looked at the city of Xi'an. Although Wang Yongqiang had stipulated three chapters in advance that he was not allowed to set fire to murder after entering the city, but the city was about to break down, there were still many fires in the vast city, billowing thick smoke.

"This Wu Sangui, who sees the opportunity quickly, doesn't even want Hahamu, the Shangguan?" Wang Huan snorted: "I don't know how he made up a lie to explain to Dorgon when he went back."

Chen Xiang remained silent, he had positioned himself as Wang Huan's shadow, and shadows could not make a sound.

A group of Ming soldiers stood on the dilapidated tower of the west gate, pulled up the flags of the Qing army at the top of the city and threw them away one by one, and replaced them with banners embroidered with "King". up.

An armored Ming soldier came out of the city. He was covered in blood, but he was very energetic. He had three small yellow flags on his back. He should be Wang Yongqiang's personal soldier.

"My lord, General Wang has surrounded the entire city, and the Tartars in the city are holding on to the city, and the city cannot be let down. General Wang asks for instructions, can you ask Hong Tianlei to enter the city to help?" The soldier knelt on one knee and reported.

"Sure!" Wang Huan spit out a word, and then said calmly: "Tell Wang Yongqiang, there will be no survivors in the city, not a single one!"

(End of this chapter)