Chapter 71 Hesitation (Part 1)

Although the previous overwhelming shelling was still far from the north wall of Qizhou City, it had already caused Ni Wenjun and his men to panic.

Chen Youliang and others who suddenly turned around and came back were even more at a loss for the Ni family army.

In the battle, they would definitely be able to easily kill all the mobs led by Chen Youliang. However, they did not know where the Huai'an army had reached, whether Zhu Chongjiu's soldiers would come to the front of them immediately, and they did not know whether the Huai'an army came to compete for Qizhou this time, and whether the troops dispatched by the Huai'an army were 3,500, 30,000, or 50,000.

If it were the latter, I'm afraid that Yahachi Toru would retreat, and the Ni family army would not need to stay on the city wall for unnecessary struggles.

On the battlefield, a minute of delay can often determine life and death.

For the soldiers, the most terrifying thing is not that the coach made the wrong decision, but that the coach did not make any decisions for a long time.

Just when Ni Wenjun was hesitating about staying or leaving, Chen Youliang had already led his mobs to rush to the top of the city. The Ni army soldiers who were standing in front of him were either chopped over by him, or killed by Zhang Dingbian and Zhang Bixian, and were killed and retreated step by step.

"Ni Wenjun, why don't you run away quickly," Chen Youliang took advantage of the situation and acted obediently. He pulled away his already hoarse voice and laughed loudly, "Your Mongolian master has escaped. Why are you, an old dog, sticking to it? Get out of here with your tail clamped. For the sake of your colleagues for many years, I will spare you."

"Ni Wenjun, run away quickly, grandpa will spare you."

"Ni Wenjun, your master is gone. You, a slave, are you rushing to chase me."

Zhang Dingbian and Zhang Bixian were not fuel-efficient lamps. They rushed forward while yelling loudly.

"Ni Wenjun, hurry up and run away."

"Ni Wenjun, your master has already gotten out of here."

The surviving warriors all agreed, their voices were not loud, but every sentence seemed to slap Ni Wenjun hard.

"I will kill you first." Ni Wenjun was so angry that he was smoking and stared at his red eyes. He was about to fight with Chen Youliang. After walking three or five steps forward, he heard someone shouting in chaos outside the city wall, "Prime Minister, Prime Minister, go quickly, Huaian Army, Huaian Army come here."

"The Prime Minister is leaving quickly, the Mongols run away by themselves. Brothers, brothers can't stop the thieves at all."

"Prime Minister"

"Prime Minister"

One person shouted that Ni Wenjun could turn a deaf ear, but dozens of people warned him at the same time, which made him feel confused again in an instant. He staggered forward several steps, and finally stopped and gritted his teeth and ordered: "Retreat, retreat immediately, leave the green mountains, and don't worry about lack of firewood."

"Retreat, retreat quickly." The rebels waited for what he said. In an instant, they turned around and walked down the pillars on both sides of the ladder.

"Break the rear, leaving a team of people to break the rear," Ni Wenjun shouted in anger, and had to call the general himself, "Xia Liusong stays behind the rear, and the others, take their time one by one."

"Affect the order." Xia Liusong, the personal soldier who was named, had to agree, and bit the bullet and lead his brothers to fight against Chen Youliang.

Fortunately, the latter was at the end of his strength, and for a while, it would not have taken his life. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the two sides being in a stalemate again, Ni Wenjun decisively pushed away the brother blocking the road, snatched a ladder, and rushed down quickly.

"Ni Wenjun, don't run away if you have a habit. You are a coward who has a father and has no father to teach you." Chen Youliang saw Ni Wenjun disappearing from the city, and immediately chased him and shouted.

When Zhang Bixian and Zhang Dingbian heard about the other brothers, they were immediately excited. When the sword passed by, the heads rolled. Xia Liusong and others, who were responsible for cutting Ni Wenjun's back, lost their morale completely. They either turned around to escape, or were rushed up by the mobs beside Chen Youliang and were killed, and they were defeated.

"Go to die." Zhang Dingbian raised his sword and slashed centurion Xia Liusong off the city wall from behind. Then he put one hand on the ladder and prepared to rush out of the city and continue to chase the enemy.

"Come back." Chen Youliang grabbed his trippy silk ribbon and shook his head vigorously, "Don't force the stupid dog into the alley, let's turn around and welcome the Huai'an army."

"Well,." Zhang Dingbian hesitated for a moment and immediately understood what Chen Youliang meant. Ni Wenjun did not dare to stay on the city. He was afraid that the Huai'an army would come over and cut off his retreat and catch turtles in the jar, not that he or Chen Youliang. If everyone chased out of the city and chased Ni Wenjun in the wilderness where Ni Wenjun could run away at any time, the latter would no longer have any concerns. If he really bite him, he would be injured even if he didn't die.

When we go back to pick up the Huai'an army, the mission will be much easier. The officers and soldiers who rushed into the city have been retreated cleanly. Even if there are still some crooked things outside the West City, they should be the "tail" deliberately left by Yayahachituru. The morale and combat effectiveness are not worth mentioning.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dingbian was so impressed by Chen Youliang that he waved his bloody steel knife and shouted loudly, "Brothers, go and go with the third brother to welcome the Huaian army. We will join forces as soon as possible to kill the Tartars."

"Group of troops."

"Group of troops."

In the eyes of most of the Tianwan soldiers who survived, Chen Youliang was a golden armored god. No matter what decree was issued, he had to obey it unconditionally.

What everyone saw next also proved that Chen Youliang's judgment was indeed extremely wise. He walked from the enemy building in the north wall to the remains of the enemy building in the west wall. Except for the person who was seriously injured and waiting for the dead, everyone encountered no Yuan soldier who could stand up.

I got off the city from the horse road and chased along the city gate half a mile away. The obstacles that everyone encountered were insignificant. Just a little effort was needed to rush back, and the Yuan soldiers who had broken the rear immediately began to retreat, and neither the enemy nor us had much casualties.

"The old thief Yahataru retreated decisively." Zhang Bixian was so interested that he poked the knife to the ground and said breathlessly, "After all, he is the prime minister of a province. He doesn't even dare to see the Huai'an army, and he doesn't feel embarrassed."

"It's dark, he didn't know how many Huaian troops came." Chen Youliang also slowly stopped and shook his head gasped, "But I guess the old thief wouldn't really leave like that. With his character, he would rather give up some of his troops than give the Huaian army some disgust."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound like a bean-burning sound in the southeast. Afterwards, countless black shadows stumbled under the starlight, some heading north and some heading south. The crying of people and the cry of war horses were stirred up. In an instant, it seemed as if the gate of hell was suddenly blown up, and hundreds of ghosts ran at night.

"It was the Huai'an army, and the old thief set up a trap for the Huai'an army." Zhang Bixian was shocked and scared, looking at Chen Youliang's eyes, and cold sweat rolled on his back.

"Third brother, you are so amazing."

"General Chen, what should we do?"

Other soldiers spoke indiscriminately, and their smoky faces were filled with admiration for Chen Youliang.

"Don't worry, the old thief is reluctant to put in a lot of money." In the midst of anticipation, Chen Youliang waved his hand confidently, "There won't be too many people left. At best, it's just to give the Huaian Army a warning and make the Huaian Army feel that it's difficult to deal with. Let's hurry over here, just to give the Huaian Army a strong momentum."

As he spoke, he raised the steel knife in his hand and led everyone to the south. After walking two or three steps, he heard another sound of bean-burning sound, "Well, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe, whe,

Under the night sky, there were more people running, and the crying and crying became more and more terrifying.

"Room guns," Before everyone could stop and ask questions, Chen Youliang rushed to explain, "After all, it is the direct lineman who was personally sent by General Manager Zhu. This cooperation is much more skillful than our people. Even if the Mongolians sent cavalry, they might have gained any benefits. If."

"Wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu," the third wave of shooting followed one after another, drowning his words in the violent melody.

Immediately afterwards, there were the fourth wave, the fifth wave and the sixth wave. The Huai'an army sent many musketeers to land. The shooting rhythm became faster and faster. Soon, the echo and muskete sound mixed together, one after another, and continuous.

"This" Chen Youliang opened his mouth, but he could no longer say a word.

Influenced by the last mission to Yangzhou, his attention to firearms was the highest in the entire Tianwan Kingdom. The number of firearms equipped by his brothers under his command was one of the best in the entire Tianwan Kingdom, but he could not judge how many soldiers and horses he had to use and what tactics he had to use to make the firearms so cruel.

The speed is no less than that of a bow and arrow, and it is even half a point faster than a bow and arrow. If both sides have dense formations, they suddenly encounter

For the unprepared party, it was a massacre. Looking up, Chen Youliang looked at the starry sky again, and suddenly felt that his heart was heavier than lead blocks. Every time he beats, the sound was louder and louder.

"Bo, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow," Under the same starry sky, a rain of bullets flew past, fighting the Yuan army holding a shield to pieces.

"Squeak,." The Imperial Insult Captain Lu Si blew the whistle suddenly and ordered the musketeers in the team to exchange positions.

The first musketeer, who stood behind the spearman, immediately stepped back in small steps, and pointed the muzzle at the ground, poured out the gunpowder residue and even the lead bullet that could not be fired from the front of the muskete.

The second muskets moved slowly forward, exchanged positions with the first muskets that had regressed back, and then raised the flintlock gun to his shoulders and pulled the trigger at the Yuan army that was in a mess.

"Wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, wu, gunshots, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, snarl, slid, and escaping.

"Squeak,!" Another sharp whistle came from Lu Si's mouth, which sounded no different from the previous one. As the first batch of graduates in the martial arts lecture hall, he was extremely skilled in all kinds of orders.
Chapter completed!