Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 201 The Last White Soldier (15)

Also struggling was Ma Wannian from the west city, wearing Naifu's silver armor and holding a spear, standing on the top of the city at a loss.

This was Ma Wannian's first time on the battlefield. Fortunately, the white soldiers at the top of the city were all battle-tested, and they guarded the city wall without him needing to say much.

The white pole in his hand was sweating, Ma Wannian didn't have the courage to step forward to meet the enemy.

Swearing in front of grandma like yesterday, now it's as if I slapped myself in the face, it hurts hot.

"Master Xuan Fushi, the arrow feathers on the top of the city have no eyes, please go to the archery tower, it's safer there."

Because the west city is backed by mountains, the offensive is relatively weaker than the other three places. A white soldier saw his young Xuanfu envoy standing on the spot in a daze, and tried to persuade him.

The white soldiers all knew that their young envoy had never been on the battlefield, so no one laughed at him, after all, for a young man who had never seen the bloodiness of the battlefield.

Saying it is one thing, actually experiencing it is another.

Xuan Fu made the adults stand firmly on the city wall, which has already surprised many people. In fact, even the bravest soldiers, most of them will tremble with frightened legs when they fight the enemy for the first time.

There is nothing to be ashamed of!
The soldiers pulled Ma Wannian to help him to the watchtower, when suddenly an arrow feather shot from under the city wall in a parabola.

"My lord, be careful!" Unable to dodge in time, the soldier pushed Ma Wannian down with force, but he was shot by the arrow.

"Ah—" The arrow feather hit the soldier's left ear, the entire arrow had already sunk into the ear, and blood gushed out of the ear in an instant.

Ma Wannian was awakened by the howling, and hurriedly dragged the soldiers into the watchtower.

"Brother, brother!" Ma Wannian shook the soldier in his arms vigorously, and the soldier fell silent after struggling twice.

Ma Wannian took off his silver helmet, stretched out his right hand and slapped himself twice on the face, which startled the soldiers in the watchtower.

"My lord, why are you doing this?"

"It was I who killed him, it was me..." Ma Wannian murmured.

After speaking, he put on his silver helmet and got up to get out of the archery tower.

"My lord, it's your first time going up the city wall. The bandit army is attacking fiercely. You'd better stay in the watchtower!" The soldier urged Ma Wannian by the arm.

"The Ma family has been good for generations, and I, Ma Wannian, will not be a coward even if I die on the city wall!" The death of the soldier behind him made him feel extremely painful.

Maybe this is the feeling of losing his robe, Ma Wannian didn't hesitate any longer, he got rid of the dissuasion of the soldiers in the archery tower, picked up the white spear on the ground and rushed out.

"General Ai, these Tujia soldiers are very stubborn, you guys are tired, let's fight again tomorrow!" A general of the Western Army who had just returned from the battlefield panted to Ainengqi.

"Guila son, I have eight thousand elite troops to attack a small county town, but I haven't captured it in four days, how can this general have the face to go back.

Ge Laozi, you are tired, and those natives on the city wall are even more tired! "Ai Nengqi went up with two mouthfuls, beating his subordinates into silence.

"Send the order, the whole army presses up, and Lao Tzu's supervisory team, as long as there are retreaters, shoot them directly! I must give this general to capture this city before dark!"

Ainengqi was in a panic, he had sneaked in this attack.

It's okay to take down the city, but if he loses troops and returns without success, he can almost imagine the consequences of his godfather Zhang Xianzhong after he finds out.

——If it is severe enough to beat the buttocks of the forty army sticks, it will bloom, and if it is serious, this general will not be able to become a general.

In history, Zhang Xianzhong has always been moody and tyrannical. The eldest son didn't say hello when he saw him, so he could have chopped him down with a knife.

So much so that after decades of fighting, Zhang Xianzhong actually killed seven or eight sons and dozens of concubines. In the end, he could only rely on his four godsons to plunder.

Ai Nengqi knew his godfather well, but fortunately he was always favored, so he would never lose his life.

But this is enough for him to be depressed, this stone pillar is like the nemesis of his Ai family.

Ke killed his younger brother, Ke killed his son, and now he wants to kill him again.

The remaining 6000 soldiers of the Great Western Army swarmed Shizhu Town again.

"Third Brother, Zuo Ming's side is about to lose it!" Qin Gongming came from Nancheng taking advantage of the retreat of the Daxi Army.

"Third brother, your face!"

Qin Yiming's right cheek was mutilated by the blunt iron helmet, and blood was dripping under the iron helmet.

"No problem! Another 50 people will be transferred from my side to support Zuo Ming. What about our little nephew?" Qin Yiming looked at the more than [-] subordinates standing behind him, and said to Qin Gongming.

"I heard from the sergeant over there that our little nephew has already killed two thieves, don't worry about the offensive over there!"

"Good job! As expected of the descendants of General Ma!" Qin Yiming didn't finish his boast, but he saw that there were more thieves coming from under the city than before.

"The thieves are pressing up again. I'm afraid it's the last battle. Go back and help defend." Qin Yiming ordered dozens of his most capable men to follow Qin Gongming and ran to Nancheng.

"Gongming!" Qin Yiming shouted suddenly, and Qin Gongming turned around.

"If anything happens, I will be your brother in the next life!" Qin Yiming shouted.

"It's a deal!" After speaking, Qin Gongming ran towards his own city without further delay.

"Brothers, the thieves are so powerful, I am afraid that there will be no future in this battle. I have never liked to talk too much, so I will say a few more words today.

There are no soldiers who surrendered in the white-armed soldiers, there were none before, and there will be none in the future! "

Qin Yiming looked at the subordinates who had lost dozens of men behind them. In one day of fighting, there were originally five hundred soldiers, but now there are less than two hundred left. Almost every soldier has wounds on his arms, shoulders, and even his forehead.

"Fight to the death! There is death and there is no life!" the remaining 100 or so white soldiers shouted hoarsely.

"Kill the enemy!" Qin Yiming didn't say any more, and rushed to the top of the city first with a rolled sword in his hand.

After a quarter of an hour, the sky gradually darkened.

After a day of hard work, the Great Western Army finally climbed to the top of the wall, but none of the white-armed soldiers retreated, fighting with the Great Western Army on the wall.

"Kill!" Suddenly there was a different shout of killing from behind the Great Western Army, and the Great Western Army's offensive weakened immediately.

"General, there seems to be a change in the city!" A white soldier ran to Qin Yiming and shouted loudly.

It was already dark, and it was so dark under the city wall that it was impossible to see the situation clearly, only a noisy shout of killing could be heard.

Qin Yiming chopped off a Daxi Army soldier from the top of the wall with a single knife, and lay on the crenel looking down.

"Who will control the city?" Qin Yiming shouted.

"I am He Wenxuan, the general of the Beijing camp. I was ordered by the Holy One to lead [-] soldiers from the Beijing camp to call!"

"Heaven will not perish for my Qin family!" Qin Yiming yelled and fell backwards after hearing this.

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