The rise of the prince

Chapter 634 fierce battle
Li Xingzhou took people across the river in a hurry from the big boat. The side ladders were limited, and not many people could get on each time. Crossing the river was very difficult and inefficient.

Yan Shen was also admiral of the brave admiral on the Rui, and briefly told him about the situation, he was also very anxious, he raised his gun and was about to disembark with him, Li Zhou stretched out his hand to stop him, "No, you stay on the ship and follow the ship Don’t lose track of the army, it’s best not to let them enter the mountain.”

"How many shells are there?" Li Xingzhou continued to ask, and the soldiers of the new army behind him were crossing the river.

Yan Shen looked unwilling, but still nodded and agreed to stay, and then replied: "The two firepower ships are almost empty, and the ammunition boxes have bottomed out. The troop carriers behind still have a lot of shells, most of which are more than half."

Li Xingzhou nodded. Each of the two fireships had more than 20 cannons. In addition, they had always been the main force of the striker. Although they carried a lot of shells, they fought quickly.

"Although the eight troop carriers add up to have more guns, their firepower is scattered, and the fighting effect is not as good as these two ships." Yan Shen stomped his feet on the lower deck and said.

"You continue to take the fleet westward along the river. It's best not to let them escape too much." Li Xingzhou ordered, and then he took people off the boat from the other side, and further west is the high mountain in the northern section of Taihang Mountain. It would be a big trouble if they fled into the mountains, and it would be best to force them to surrender.

But then Li Xingzhou was taken aback, fuck, when did he become so greedy.

I thought there were hanging ladders on both sides, and it was tiring and troublesome to climb up. The efficiency of crossing the river was very limited. After working for about ten or twenty minutes, I finally crossed about 10 people to the north bank.

Time was running out, Li Xingzhou formed a team on the north bank, and then ordered Yan Shen not to take soldiers across the river, and immediately led the fleet to the west of the river to continue to attack the defeated army.

He didn't know if Wei Yubai's troops had crossed the river from upstream at this time, but that could only depend on luck.

"By the way, there are shoals in the upper reaches of this river. Be careful, don't run aground." Before leaving, he reminded again.

Yan Shen nodded, removed the planks between the ships, and went to reintegrate the fleet.

With 200 people, Li Xingzhou hurriedly marched towards the city of Nanjing after a little reorganization.

Soon, from a distance, he saw that the city of Nanjing was crowded with people, and the flat ground outside the city gate was full of people. The grass and shrubs were trampled into the soil, stepping on scum, and there were shouts of killing from the direction of the city gate. All around, the black-shirted cavalry dressed in red and black can still be vaguely seen in the innermost part, and hundreds of prisoners of war who came from the riverside are also desperately squeezing in.

The defeated Liao people rushed forward desperately, and it was so dark that it was impossible to see how many people crowded at the gate of the city, and it became a real bloody battle.

"Use the bayonet!" Li Xingzhou held the gun, and while running at a small pace, put the bayonet on the rifle. He was very nervous, because there were too many defeated Liao troops. "Shoot when you get close, don't accidentally injure your own people."

With more than 200 people, he rushed over aggressively from behind, and waited until a dozen steps away before ordering to stop and shoot a round of volleys.

The cyan smoke in the flames instantly blocked his sight. Li Xingzhou couldn't see the killing effect clearly, and he didn't know where his bullets went, but he could see a large number of enemies falling in front of him.

"kill!"

The musket had only one chance to shoot, and it was too slow to reload at such a distance. Everyone picked up their bayonets and rushed up, the bayonets saw blood.

In the chaos, Li Xingzhou didn't know who he stabbed at all, he only knew to stab forward with the soldiers.

As they stabbed forward with bayonets, facing a group of Jing troops who suddenly appeared from behind, these defeated troops also lost their positions. When they heard gunshots again, the shadows on the battlefield were awakened, and they became more frightened. Driven by desire, it still didn't collapse immediately.

Li Xingzhou led people all the way forward to kill, but there was not much resistance. Most Liao people stopped paying attention to resisting, but squeezed desperately towards the city gate, wanting to enter the city.

The scuffle lasted ten minutes
Li Xingzhou was gasping for breath, blood and sweat mixed together, his lungs were burning with pain, and his whole body was almost exhausted. He could only rely on his willpower to support him forcefully, and kept approaching with his gun.

Although he has been practicing Bajiquan all the year round, he has a strong physique at a young age, but the real situation is that if an ordinary person fights with all his strength, let alone a minute, he will be out of breath in a few tens of seconds, reaching the limit of his physical fitness, so what? It is impossible to fight dozens of battles and hundreds of battles on the battlefield, life and death are only in an instant.

He didn't know how many people he had stabbed, the bar and chest were already stained red with blood, the Liao people had no intention of fighting them, they just desperately wanted to enter the city.

Instead, it turned into a desperate confrontation between perseverance and fate. They wanted to kill the Liao people until they were afraid of giving up entering the city, and rescued Di Zhi.

The people of Liao didn't want to die, they just wanted to go to the city
After persisting for so long, everyone was stained red with blood, panting almost to the extreme, they had no backup, they could only grit their teeth and bear it.

But the defeated army was even more uncomfortable, because they threw away their armor and armor. Most of them lost everything they could in order to run away, and most of them had no decent weapons.

Finally, he moved forward a few more steps, and after killing a few routs, the routs on the outside finally couldn't hold on, and gave up entering the city and fled westward. A general trend soon formed, and the defeated Liao army under the city turned around and fled westward.

When the situation gradually became clear, Li Xingzhou took a few breaths while leaning on the barrel of his gun. When he looked up, he saw that the corpses of people and horses outside the city of Nanjing had piled up into a hill. The surrounding land was stained red with blood and steaming. His heart skipped a beat, and he shouted loudly: "Di Zhi! Are you fucking still alive? Make a noise!"

no one agreed
Li Xingzhou hurriedly led people to rush over to the bottom of the city. He saw someone pushing away the pile of corpses and crawling out of the city cave. After that, several people came out one after another. blood gourd.

"Ahem, my lord, I'm here, I'm fine." After a while, Di Zhi also crawled out, and everyone hurried forward to clear the pile of corpses, and let everyone who was stuck inside come out. In the end, only more than 50 people came out one after another. , almost everyone was injured, a few serious ones were still bleeding like a fountain.

Li Xingzhou hurriedly sent someone to help, bit off the bullet paper, sprinkled gunpowder on the wound, and then ignited it. Although this method is risky, it may cause the wound to be infected, but if the bleeding is not stopped in time, they will not even have a chance to survive and seek medical attention. .Burning with gunpowder at high temperature instantly carbonizes the wound. Although it is painful and heart-piercing, it can stop the bleeding.

Then he hurried over to pull Di Zhi out of the pile of corpses. Di Zhi was still alive, but a large piece of flesh was bitten off his left arm by the desperate Liao people, bleeding profusely, and a large gash was cut on his right leg. It was several inches deep, and the blood flowed down, and it couldn't stand anymore.

(End of this chapter)