"Huai'an Army, Huai'an Army is here." Zou Pusheng shivered suddenly and slowly squatted on the ground, tears flowing down his pale face like springs.

"Huai'an Army is the artillery of the Huai'an Army. The Tartars are finished, and this time the Tartars are finished." Zhang Dingbian, Zhang Bixian and others also stopped and were ecstatic.

Such intensive bombing must have been carried out by the Huai'an army.

The officers and soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan also had cannons, but their cannons were known for being bulky, with a capacity of four or five thousand kilograms and could not move forward easily. The six-kilogram cannons in the hands of the Ni family army could not exceed ten of them at all, and it was impossible to have such a domineering momentum.

As if in line with their cheers, another row of shells came into the air and smashed near the crumbling West City Wall, blowing the Yuan army above and below the city to howl.

It must be the Huai'an army. Only their warships are equipped with such a large-scale cannon, and only the cannons on the warships. In order to avoid the hull being overturned by recoil, they can only be fired one after another at a certain interval. Therefore, the sound of the cannons fired is extremely rhythmic, just like the melody that everyone beats the Tang drums.

"Boom." A flowering bullet hit the enemy building in the north gate, completely flattening the enemy building that had already collapsed. Broken bricks and shrapnel were intertwined and splashed in all directions. Anyone who was affected would have broken bones and broken bones.

The soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan were caught off guard by the head-on bombardment, running around like headless flies, and no one knew how to deal with it.

A few minutes ago, victory was as easy as ripe apricots to them, but in just a few minutes, all that was left to them was flame and death.

"Stop, don't panic, go into the city, kill the city, Huai thieves come from the river, they will not be able to reach the land for a while." The Prime Minister of the Sichuan Province of the Mongolian Yuan replied that Yahachi Tulu was so angry that he smoked his orifices. The wheel knife chopped the two centurions running around and shouted loudly.

"Stop, don't panic, rush into the city. The Huai thieves are from the river and there is no time to log in."

"Stop, don't panic, rush into the city. The Huai thieves are from the river and there is no time to log in."

"Stop, don't panic. Even if you rush into the city, the Huai thieves are from the river and there is no time to land."

Answer: The son of Yahadulu, Sichuan Province Pingzhang Boluo Temur, led more than a hundred personal soldiers, and repeated the commander's orders over and over again.

Their father and son's judgment is accurate. Although the artillery fire of the Huai'an Army was fierce, the soldiers could not kill the city of Qizhou in a short time. As long as the Mongolian Yuan officers and soldiers controlled Qizhou before the Huai'an Army, they could rob the people of the city as hostages and defend with their superior forces. At that time, the Huai'an Army, taking into account Zhu Chongjiu's good reputation, may not dare to bomb innocent people. The supplies carried on the warships alone would not be enough to support the Huai bandits and the official army to fight a protracted war.

However, the huge gap within a few minutes made the Mongolian Yuan soldiers under their father and son unable to stabilize their minds at all. They just wanted to withdraw from the overwhelming artillery fire as soon as possible and stay away from the cursed place of Qizhou City as soon as possible. They followed the newly opened Ximen Road, like a frightened grasshopper.

"Come with me and block the city gate." Boluo Timur's eyes were so angry that he waved his sword and prepared to lead his confidants to block everyone's retreat.

But Yahachituru grabbed him from behind, his eyes full of disappointment, "Don't go, it's too late, withdraw your troops, pass my orders, and evacuate now."

"Grandma,." Borotemur jumped up and shouted in anger, "There are not a few ships in total, I don't believe that they can kill everyone with cannons."

"Retreat." Yahachituru raised his hand and slapped him, roaring angrily, "You bring your people first, I lead you to cut off the back, keep your feet steady, don't tremble too much."

"You,." Boluetemur was so beaten that he turned dizzy and glared at him with his neck.

"Major General, outside the city, outside the city." Shen Zhituohuan gently pulled his scoundrel tape and reminded him in a very low voice, "There is a fire on the outside the city. If we do not retreat, the situation of our army will be powerful."

"Ah,." Boluetimur woke up like a dream, turned his head and looked five miles away, and saw a strange fire rising from the ground under the stars in the sky. The location of the fire was the camp of the official army.

"Don't make a statement, organize the troops to retreat. There are 10,000 brothers left in the camp. Even if they are attacked, they will not be taken down by the Huai thieves immediately." The voice of Yayahachituru sounded again from his ears, and every word was full of anxiety.

The enemy is typically using a trick of attacking the mind. First, sending a surprise attack to the camp to set fire, and then bombarding the official army entering the city with random artillery. However, how could the soldiers of the Dayuan who were suddenly frustrated believe that their retreat was not lost? If the morale of the army collapses at this moment, even if there are only three thousand Huai thieves who have killed ashore, it is enough to make everyone die without a burial place.

"Affect the order." Boluo Temur had fought three or four years behind his father. His basic skills were very solid. After calming down a little, he immediately understood his father's good intentions. He quickly bowed and turned around to lead his confidants to organize the retreat.

With the concerted efforts of their father and son, the Mongolian Yuan officers and soldiers who had just captured the West City Wall and some urban areas rushed out of the city like a tide. No matter how powerful the artillery fire was above their heads, they could not stop for a moment. As for the injured soldiers, they did not hesitate to throw them near the city wall, and no matter how the latter begs or curses, they would never look back.

"The Tartars have retreated, brothers, come with me to kill Ni Wenjun." Chen Youliang quickly caught the fighter plane, jumped up again, and rushed towards the north city gate with shouts.

"Kill Ni Wenjun, kill Ni Wenjun." Zhang Dingbian, Zhang Bixian and others followed closely, and then there were only more than 70 remaining soldiers.

This remnant soldier, covered in blood, strided along the streets full of fire. He foreseeed the gangster who dared to make money in the country, so he stepped forward and chopped it into meat sauce with a random knife. When he met his own brothers, he pulled them into the team without saying a word.

"Kill Ni Wenjun, kill Ni Wenjun, don't let the Ni person escape."

"The Tartars retreated, the Tartars retreated, everyone went to kill Ni Wenjun and avenge their dead brothers."

The group of people walked and stopped, constantly dispersing the rioters and hooligans, and constantly gathered up the lost soldiers hiding in the corner. Before they could walk under the northern city wall, the number had increased tenfold. Even some of the lower-level officials of the Tianwan Dynasty and the noble servants of the high-ranking officials followed them, trying to get a dazzling letter of fame before the new owner of Qizhou City arrived.

Chen Youliang refused everyone and sent Zhang Dingbian, Zhang Bixian and Oupxiang's hard-core friends out to help them quickly rectify the team. When the horse roads on both sides of the north gate finally appeared in his sight, he immediately pointed the tip of the knife and shouted loudly, "Come with me and kill the thief."
Chapter completed!