Da Ming started to ascend the throne

"Yes, of course there is. The emperor will definitely send reinforcements today. Our place is a very important pass. Once it is breached, the Tartars will go straight to the capital."

"Be careful, old man!"

Li Qing suddenly yelled, and without hesitation smashed the firecracker in Wei Hui's back.

"Boom..."

"what……"

A tartar who climbed up the tower was quietly approaching Wei Hui with a machete in his hand.

Fortunately, Li Qing found out in time, and after throwing the firecracker with all his strength, it hit the face of the Tartar.

The dog thief screamed and fell off the top of the wall. He probably would be disabled if he didn't die.

After the fire guns banned the attack, a dozen or so Tartars soon climbed to the top of the city,

Wei Hui hastily ordered loudly:

"Brothers, shoot them with bows and arrows!"

Li Qing and others grabbed their bows and arrows one after another, and shot out a round of bows and arrows.

But all of them were crotched by these dog tartars with machetes and shields.

When Li Qing and the others reached out to grab the arrows again, they suddenly realized that they had run out of arrows.

"Brothers fought with them..."

Under the leadership of a centurion, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty rushed out of the tower and rushed straight at the Tartars who had just climbed up the top of the tower.

Taking advantage of the unsteady foothold of the Tartars, after paying the lives of two Ming soldiers.

Li Qing and others still killed or pushed all the Tartars who had just climbed up to the top of the city.

Wei Hui was injured and could not stand still, and there were five wounded soldiers who could not move beside him.

Everyone looked at each other. Although they didn't speak, they all knew that next year's day might be their memorial day.

Seeing many more Tartars climbing to the top of the wall, Wei Hui yelled at his subordinates:

"Come on, tie me to the flagpole, hurry up."

"Boss, this is not good, we can't do this!"

Wei Hui was furious:

"I would rather die standing up than lying down, so hurry up!"

Everyone knows that once tied to the flagpole, the boss can't even move.

But thinking of Wei Hui's words, they still chose to obey.

Just like that, Wei Hui, who could no longer stand, was firmly supported on the Daming flagpole by cloth strips around his waist and legs.

Move your upper body, Wei Hui nodded in satisfaction:

"Brothers, bring me a spear and come here, you go and defend the city."

"Yes"

Li Qing bent down and picked up a long gun and handed it to Wei Hui, his eyes were already full of tears.

Facing the Tartars who were several times larger than him, there were only 20 famous soldiers left, and they had no choice but to swear allegiance to the country to the death.

Their eyes were red and they were covered in blood, and the steel knife in their hands was also dripping with blood. None of them retreated, and rushed towards the Tartars with their weapons held high.

"Kill all the Tartars and defend Ming Dynasty"

……

The Tartars, who had always been murderous, suddenly felt fear for the first time facing such a group of people.

But relying on the large number of people, this group of beasts still raised their scimitars to the wounded soldiers of Ming Dynasty.

"Kill kill..."

"Lang lang..."

"Pfft..."

……

The two sides fought together instantly, and one of the Tartars saw Wei Hui tied to the flagpole.

He raised the scimitar and rushed over. Wei Hui just looked at him coldly, holding the spear weakly with both hands.

But when the tartar had just entered the range of his spear attack, Wei Hui suddenly raised his spear and quickly stabbed the tartar in the heart.

"not good"

How could the Tartars have imagined that a person who was about to die would suddenly burst out with such great strength.

It was too late to dodge, and he could only watch helplessly as the spear pierced into his chest.

"Pfft..."

"what……"

With a scream, the dog tartar died unexpectedly.

At this time, several famous soldiers who fought desperately with the Tartars fell in a pool of blood.

They fought through many rounds, and everyone still has injuries.

If their aura hadn't shocked the Tartars, the entire army would have been wiped out.

Li Qing slashed a Tatar to death with a knife, and the other Tartar's scimitar quickly slashed at his back.

Li Qing was powerless to fight at this time, he already felt the approach of death.

"Boy beware"

"Pfft..."

Li Erniu, who usually took good care of him, suddenly stood behind him.

The tartar slashed at Li Erniu's body, blood spattered immediately.