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Chapter 137 Jianzhou Rebel Army
The Zhengbai Banner Niulu surrounded by rebellious slaves formed a square formation, with spears and swords in the front row and archers in the back row.

Unable to see the enemy's position in the dark, they could only shoot at the army of slaves with the firelight of the house.

"Forward!" Niu Luerzhen commanded the phalanx to break out in the direction of the city gate.

The spears, swords and shields pushed forward, forcing the slaves to retreat in unison.These slaves came from various races and tribes. Although their individual combat strength was not weak, they lacked the tacit understanding of working together to fight. When the Jin soldiers made such a breakthrough, they immediately retreated dozens of steps, and there was a gap in their encirclement.

"We also formed a phalanx to block them!" Seeing that Niu Lu was about to break out, Wang Dalang anxiously took the lead with his comrades in the Ming army, "Brothers, do you still remember our Ming army formation?"

"Of course I remember!" The other prisoners of the Ming army moved closer together, and also used various weapons to form an iron wall, desperately trying to block the golden soldiers inside.

Wang Dalang was wearing the armor stripped from Jin Bing, holding a red tasseled spear and a shield.Beside him, his comrades with similar equipment fought side by side with him, forming a formation in the first row.

Behind Wang Dalang, there are archers holding longbows. They tried their best to shoot upwards at the golden soldiers inside the encirclement, blood for blood!

In such a chaotic and invisible situation, the backward firecrackers of the Jin people were not as effective as bows and arrows, and the Ming army prisoners just shot all the arrows they could find.

"Let's join!" More than a dozen Mongolian slaves joined the bow and arrow troops in the formation of the Ming army, holding short bows with ox horns they had snatched from no one knew where.

These Mongolian slaves are natural marksmen, and with the help of firelight, they can shoot directly at the gold soldiers who are rushing through the gaps in the shield soldiers in the front row.

"Fight back!" Wang Dalang rushed forward with his soldiers and counterattacked the golden soldiers!

"Kill these slaves!" Niu Luerzhen was also envious, and put on the stick himself.

Two armies collided with each other in the narrow street, like two torrents colliding together!Spears were broken, shields were pierced, soldiers in the front row attacked each other, and soldiers fell in pools of blood one by one.

hateful!When Wang Dalang saw that his comrades who had fought side by side with him for many years were killed by a golden man, his heart was like a drop of blood.When the two armies fought, it was the Ming army that suffered.They became slaves after the Battle of Sarhu, and they were all skinny and skinny. Compared with the strong Jin soldiers, they suffered a big loss in shape!

"Stop them even if they die!" Wang Dalang gritted his teeth.

Just when the camp of the Ming army was on the verge of collapse, several burly men stood out from the crowd of slaves and squeezed into the Ming army in the front row.They are more than two meters tall, standing out from the crowd, with hideous tattoos on their faces, and heavy iron chains on their hands and feet!
"Give us a spear." One of the giant men spoke Chinese in a low voice, but it was obvious that they were not Han Chinese.

"It's the Jurchen slaves of the East China Sea! I know them. Their tribe was crushed by the Jurchens of Jianzhou. They also became slaves and worked in the quarry!" Among the slaves were Han Chinese who recognized these giants.

"Give them weapons!" Wang Dalang saw that the Jurchen slaves of the East China Sea had also joined his camp, so he asked a few thin slaves to hand them spears and shields.

Donghai Jurchen held a ten-meter-long spear in her hand, and swept across with great force!
Boom!Several golden soldiers were hit by spears, as if struck by lightning, they withered down.Donghai Jurchen was condescending and served as the forward of the Ming army's phalanx, helping the Ming army's phalanx to stabilize the camp!

"These savages are really powerful." Wang Dalang couldn't help admiring.

There are also many Jurchen tribes, and the Jurchen tribes in the three regions of Jianzhou Jurchen, Haixi Jurchen, and Donghai Jurchen are the most powerful.However, the Donghai Jurchen tribes did not form an alliance group like Jianzhou and Haixi Jurchen, and were finally annexed by the Eight Banners army dominated by Jianzhou Jurchen. Many Donghai Jurchen tribes also became slaves of Jianzhou Jurchen.

With the joining of the Jurchen slaves from the East China Sea, the uprising slaves' confidence doubled, and even the Jurchen from Haixi joined the riot to overthrow the Jurchen nobles in Jianzhou.

When the sun of the next morning pierced the darkness covering the land, the riots in Hetuala gradually subsided.

On the streets of Hetuala, there are cold and lifeless bodies everywhere, including golden soldiers, slaves, Jurchen nobles, and civilians.The once prosperous house almost disappeared in this catastrophe.These luxurious mansions are generally only worthy of the Jurchen nobles, and they have also become the first targets of the uprising slaves to vent their anger.

A Niulu stationed in the city of Hetuala was completely defeated by the slave army. Some defeated golden soldiers fled Hetuala in a panic, and completely handed over the old capital of Hetuala to the slave army.

The victorious slave armies of various ethnic groups elected Wang Dalang as their leader, and started a new round of revenge against the city of Hetuala.Many Jurchen nobles hiding in cellars and sundry rooms were picked out by their usual slaves.

Dozens of Jurchen nobles were pushed to the center of the city, kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy and howling.

"Boss, what are we going to do with these people?" Some slaves were sharpening their knives, as long as Wang Dalang nodded, their heads would all fall to the ground.

"Kill them all. As for their family members becoming slaves, let them also experience our pain!" Wang Dalang's eyes turned hard.

"Han people, I want to kill our slaves with my own hands, do you have any objection?"

Several Donghai Jurchen giants dragged a pale golden man to Wang Dalang, and asked Wang Dalang like grabbing a chicken that had no power to resist.

Wang Dalang looked at the golden man, but he was the supervisor of the Jin man's quarry. He probably treated these Donghai Jurchen brothers too badly, and was hated by them.Once something happened, these Donghai Jurchen brothers went directly to copy the quarry supervisor's family.

"My lord, please spare my life, my lord, I'm just working for the Dajin court, I can't help myself!!!" The supervisor of the quarry saw that Wang Dalang was a high-ranking slave, so he hurriedly asked Wang Dalang for help.

"This man is mean to you, you can deal with him as you like, don't ask me." Wang Dalang is grateful to these Donghai Jurchen brothers, and doesn't care about them killing a mere quarry supervisor!
"We'll kill him right away." Several Donghai Jurchen threw the quarry supervisor to the ground, two of them held him down, and one raised the ghostly sword.

"Wait a minute." Wang Dalang stopped them.

"Huh?" Donghai Jurchen looked at Wang Dalang dissatisfied.

"I don't want to interrupt everyone. After you kill this beast, I hope you can join us and join us in the Ming Dynasty's Fu Liao Army!"

(End of this chapter)