Chapter 272 Fierce battle is in full swing

Jining city.

As soon as the sound of the ox horn outside the city started, Ma Gan led three brigades of Central Army veterans to the top of the city.

There were also 800 Shandong civilians who came up with the city. Some of these Shandong civilians were from the military, some were from bandits, and some were peasant men who admired the reputation of the Central Army. Scarface had been conducting rigorous military training for several months, which was more than a few times stronger than the military army before the Ming Dynasty.

Ma Gan's original name is Ma Gan. Because he was as thin as a bamboo pole, Scarface gave him the nickname "Ma Gan".

Although he is thin and thin, he is powerful when he plays a big white wax gun. He can't even think of getting close to him. Speaking of which, the dozen or so spear instructors in Yanziji camp still learn the shooting skills from him!

Ma Gan poked the big white wax gun in his hand at the top of the city and shouted sternly: "Brothers, please cheer me up and let these Mongolian Tartars who killed thousands of swords see what are real men and what are real soldiers! When it comes to war, hehe, these Mongolian Tartars are still far from each other!"

"Aoah..."

The six hundred Central Army soldiers and eight hundred Minzhuang on the top of the city suddenly howled like wolves. This is a fine tradition that Wang Pu brought to the Central Army. Before the war, the generals always like to say a few words with meat and vegetables to encourage the morale of the soldiers. Moreover, this trick is very effective. Whenever the generals say a few words, the soldiers below will scream.

"Fuck it all."

With a wave of Ma Gan's hand, the Central Army soldiers and Min Zhuang on the city immediately began to get busy.

At this time, we can see the difference between the Central Army and the Civil War. Mongolian cavalry swept over like a tide, with a terrifying momentum, but the veterans of the Central Army seemed calm and calm, and shrank their bodies under the piles or thick door panels. They either closed their eyes to rest or took out cigarettes from their pockets to smoke.

Minzhuang couldn't do it anymore. He either shouted with excitement or shivered all over. The tension before the war strongly stimulated their nerves, making them feel restless and uneasy. Several Minzhuang even mentally lifted and put down the rock weighing more than a hundred pounds, put them down, and then put them down. At this time, the Mongolian Tartars were still hundreds of steps away...

"Look at your promising prospects, how many Mongolian Tartars are so scared?"

"You have the courage to be the Central Army. Don't be embarrassed and go there, stay there."

"What are you doing Ergouzi? Isn't it tired to carry such a big stone? Don't be nervous, come on, take a cigarette first."

"Boy, I'll follow me later and see how I killed people."

On the top of the city, the veterans shouted, scolded, mocked, encouraged and the heavy breathing of the people.

Outside Jining City, amid the deafening shouts, the Mongolian Tartars had rushed to within two hundred steps. Although the veterans of the Central Army did not get up, they could basically judge the distance between the enemy by hearing alone. They wiped out the cigarette butts in their mouths, and their eyes were already showing cold murderous intent, just like wild wolves before attacking, revealing their cold claws and sharp teeth.

In a flash, the Mongolian Tartars were only one hundred steps away from the city wall and entered the shooting range of the bow.

The two thousand Mongolian Tartars who were moving forward were immediately divided into two groups. One thousand Tartars pulled their bows and arrows and aimed at the top of the city. The other thousand Mongolian Tartars carried more than two hundred simple ladders and accelerated their final sprint! Not far ahead is Jining's moat. If you cross the moat, you can attack the city wall directly.

"The Tartars are about to shoot arrows."

Ma Gan slammed the big white wax gun in his hand onto the blue bricks and said sternly, "Don't let me hide for you. No one is allowed to emerge without my orders. Whoever appears will be chopped up!"

As Ma Gan finished speaking, a dense rain of arrows had already emerged from the Tartar formation. After rising to the highest point in the air, it was fiercely piled up to the top of Jining City with a shrill scream. Hundreds of door panels were instantly raised at the top of Jining City, firmly protecting 600 Central Army veterans and 800 Minzhuang.

“Tu tu tu tu…”

The sharp arrows fell like rain, shooting on the thick door panels, making a tick of noise.

The pole thrust his thin body as if it was like a javelin, and it was as motionless as a mountain. He turned a blind eye to the arrows that were falling like rain. Two sharp wolf-toothed arrows almost shot against his face, but he didn't even blink his eyelids, and he didn't use the big white wax pole gun in his hand to block it.

For veterans like Ma Gan, who have experienced many battles, they can judge whether the arrows shot by their voices will hit him. For those arrows that only pass by, he is too lazy to block them, and he is too lazy to dodge them! On the battlefield, wasting a little physical strength is shameful and irresponsible for his own life.

Although the veterans of the Central Army did not have the ability of Ma Gan, they knew what was going on, but those civilians were different. Their eyes when they looked at Ma Gan immediately became hot. The arrows were like raining, and this guy didn't hide or recognize them. He didn't even blink his eyebrows when he shot the sharp arrows before him. This is the Central Army!

"Ao..."

"Damn Mongolian Tartars, shoot at grandpa!"

"Mongolian Tartars, I fuck your eighteen generations of ancestors..."

Three Minzhuang couldn't resist the burning passion in their hearts. They lifted the door panel on their heads, and also thrust their chests up like numb stalks to make a hero. As a result, before a word was finished, the second wave of arrows shot through their bodies mercilessly. Two were shot through their chests, fell to the ground and wailed, and the other was shot through their foreheads and killed on the spot.

The nearby Minzhuang immediately became turbulent, and this was the first time they saw a scene of a dead person.

The nearby Central Army veterans had a cold expression and didn't even look up. For these veterans who had experienced many battles, it was normal to die. How could anyone not die in war? They died if they died. Anyway, the pension given by the Central Army was generous enough to ensure that their families had no worries about food and clothing.

Once you enter the Central Army, your life will no longer be yours.

Fear of death? Don’t join the Central Army if you are afraid of death. Go home and go to guard your wife and children.

In the distance, Sonamu, who was watching the battle, was a little confused. He heard Dorgon say that the defenders in Jining City were the Central Army of the Ming Dynasty. Sonamu knew that the artillery of the Central Army of the Ming Dynasty was very powerful, and the range was much longer than that of Mongolian bows and arrows. Why did the Korchin cavalry have already started firing arrows? The Ming army on the city tower has not fired fire and fight back?

Under Jining City.

Fifty cloud ladders were placed horizontally on the moat and instantly formed fifty bridges. The sweeping Mongolian taarers carried the remaining more than one hundred ladders and howled across the moat. Finally, they rushed to the foot of the city wall. The two hundred households in front roared, and more than a hundred ladders were erected at the same time.

The Ming army on the top of the city still had no reaction.

"Bang bang bang..."

More than a hundred ladders leaned against the city wall at the same time. Hundreds of fierce Mongolian Tartars were holding sabers and climbing up to the top of the city with their hands and feet. At this time, the shooting of Outer Mongolian archers finally stopped because the Mongolian Tartars had rushed to the foot of the city wall. If they shot again, they would hurt their own people.

Jining city.

Seeing that the Mongolian Tartars were about to climb to the top of the city, the pole finally moved, and the thin body jumped onto the dormitory in a lightning-like manner. The big white wax gun in his hand pierced out like lightning. The Mongolian Tartar who was crawling in the front had no time to dodge any action, and had already been pierced by a shot!

The sharp gun blade forced into the upper and chin, and came out from the back of the neck. The Mongolian Tartars' cervical spine was actually broken!

Ma Gan rubbed heavily against the Mongolian Tartar's forehead, kicked his body down, and knocked over the two Mongolian Tartars behind him. Then Ma Gan raised the big gun in his hand and shouted loudly: "Brothers, kill!"

Hundreds of door panels filled with wolf-tooth arrows swelled to the ground. Six hundred Central Army veterans leaped up from behind the Duoba. More than a hundred Mongolian Tartars who were crawling in the front had just protruded their heads. Before they could jump onto the Duoba, dozens of bright large guns had already stabbed from the front and left and right sides.

People were on the ladder, and there was no room for dodging. These more than a hundred Mongolian Tartars were either stabbed into honeycombs by long spears or turned over from the air. They fell down at nearly ten meters high. If they were not dead, they should be disabled.

The next moment, dense rain-like wooden rocks poured down from the city tower. The Mongolian Tartars who were climbing on the ladder and crowded at the foot of the city walls were either hit by the wooden rocks. More than a hundred Mongolian Tartars had been killed, and more were seriously injured. The wailing sound of the Mongolian Tartars suddenly resounded inside and outside the city.

Less than half of the Mongolian Tartars immediately lost the courage to continue the attack and retreated in panic.

In the distance, Sonamu was furious to see. He had known that the first wave of offensive would not have been able to successfully capture Jining City, but he did not expect that it would be disintegrated by the Ming army so simply. The Mongolian warriors had clearly climbed to the top of the city, but they didn't know what to do. In the blink of an eye, everyone rushed down!

"Where is Bat?" Sonam roared angrily, "Let Bat come to see me immediately. His people have clearly climbed to the top of the city, why have they been driven down again? What is the food for him, a thousand household chief? The two thousand brave and warlike Mongolian warriors can't beat just a few thousand Southern Ming barbarians. The faces of our Mongolian warriors were thrown away by him!"

A short, strong and solid Mongolian Tartar rolled and crawled in front of Sonamu and gasped: "Prince, give me another chance. This time, the slave will lead the team in person and will definitely win Jining City!"

"Okay!" Sonamu waved the sword embedded with the gems fiercely and shouted loudly, "Bat, I will give it to two thousand warriors, but listen well, if you can't get Jining City this time, you don't have to come back!"

"twitter!"

Bart's tiger roared and then jumped up, pulled out the scimitar and raised it over the top, and howled shrillly, "The heaven of immortality is above, the great Genghis Khan, our invincible god of war is above, the brave Mongolian warriors, let us follow the glory of the god of war and kill all the timid and cowardly Nanming barbarians, kill..."

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Two thousand Mongolian Tartars turned over and dismounted, pulled out their machetes, howled and followed Bat to Jining City. More than 400 Mongolian Tartars who escaped by luck also turned around and killed them again. Outside the Jining City Wall, the thousand Mongolian archers were shooting arrows madly at the top of Jining City.

Jining city.

Ma Gan casually turned the big gun horizontally. With a loud sound, a sharp wolf-toothed arrow was inserted into the gun barrel. The feathers at the tail of the arrow were still trembling slightly and buzzing. More than a dozen Min Zhuang, who were hiding under the door panel, witnessed this thrilling scene, and his eyes looked at Ma Gan even more hot.

It's so thrilling. If this look is a little worse, this wolf-tooth arrow will shoot through the throat of the numb rod!

"Brothers, bring the turbid oil up!" A trace of inexplicable hideousness flashed through Ma Gan's eyes, and he ordered coldly, "This time, let the Mongolian Tartars taste the taste of roasted human flesh!"

With the order of Ma Gan, hundreds of people carried more than a hundred barrels of turbulent oil to the back of the pile. Once the barrel lid was opened, the heat wave of smoke suddenly spread, and he could not gain a foothold within three steps!

Under Jining City.

Bart swept over like a tide with more than two thousand Mongolian Tartars. In less than a moment, he rushed to the foot of the city wall. In a short while, more than a hundred ladders overturned by the Ming army were erected again. Bart held a scimitar with a scimitar and climbed up to the top of the city like a monkey. His eyes stared at the Ming army general who was as thin as a bamboo pole on the top of the city, and his eyes showed violent murderous intent.

The slings standing upright on the top of the city seemed to be noticed, and suddenly lowered their heads, and the eyes of the two instantly met!

An inexplicable cold wave came like a tide. With years of valuable experience gained from wandering on the brink of death, Ma Gan knew that he had met a master this time, and this Mongolian Tartar was definitely an enemy of ten thousand people!

"die!"

Without any hesitation, Ma Gan threw the big gun in his hand out as a throwing gun!

The sharp gun blade tore the air, let out a sharp roar, and shot towards Bart's chest like lightning. A frenzy murderous intent suddenly burst out in Bart's eyes. He held the ladder with his left hand and poked out like lightning. He actually grabbed the big gun thrown by Ma Rou. Ma Rou's eyes contracted instantly. This Mongolian Tartar was so powerful!

"bite!"

Bart's big white wax gun with the inverted pole pierced deeply into the city wall. His short and strong body grabbed the end of the big white wax gun and paused hard. The next moment, Bart had already risen into the air with the rebound of the ash rod until he crossed the balustrade two meters high before he rolled down towards the city.

A group of people flocked to the scene, and more than a dozen sharp spears shot up like poisonous snakes.

Bart's figure suddenly shrank to the ground, barely avoiding the stabbing of more than a dozen guns. Before the group of Minzhuang took back the spear, Bart had already rolled over to the ground. A cold light flashed. The two Minzhuang in front had already cut off his legs by him, and he screamed and fell into a pool of blood.
Chapter completed!