The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 42
There is a big pit between the two sides, about three or four meters wide and no more than two meters deep.

There are a lot of barbs below, because they are not deep, and some Hou Jin soldiers are not seriously injured. If they have a chance to climb out, they may still be able to fight.

But at this moment, Zhang Jing took people back with a sinister smile.

"Kill the Tartars." He yelled, and the pikemen raised their spears and stabbed them indiscriminately into the pit.

There were screams and screams in the pit.

Bachihar on the opposite side was furious, watching the warriors of Houjin being massacred by the Ming people in front of him.

The only three subordinates around him could only curse wildly at this side.

In fact, the pit was only seven or eight meters long, but it was three to forty meters wide in front of them.

Except for their area in front of them, there is no pit at all in the rest of the place.

But Bachihar didn't know, and he didn't dare to try to go around. The ghost knows if it will be the same as under the city wall, with one pit connected to another.

The Ming army in front of them is too low-handed.

His nerves were almost driven crazy by the Ming army.

He has already vowed that if he can break this fort, he must kill all the Ming soldiers, men, women, and children, so as to vent the anger in his heart.

But right now, this Ming army must be defeated first.

He looked down at the pit, and there was a bit of space on the left and right sides, and there was no stabbing.

"Follow me, those who dare to retreat, beheaded." Bachihar was furious, and with a plop, he jumped directly into the leftmost corner of the pit.

Then he rushed forward quickly, stepped on the middle of the pit, and with his strength, his body shot up like an arrow.

The Ming army on the opposite side was poking joyously, but Bachihar jumped into the pit first and then rushed up.

"Kill the Tartars!" Zhang Jing yelled, and the Ming soldiers turned their guns around one after another.

Bachihar was very brave and rushed out of the pit like lightning.

He stabbed with several long spears on his back, he did not dodge, swiped with his right hand, blocked with the iron armor on his body, Dang Dang Dang, the three long spears in front were parried by him.

Puchi, someone hit him, and a shot was shot in his thigh.

Bachihar let out a muffled grunt, almost without a pause, and swept his long knife across.

Chi la, among the spearmen of the Ming army, two people screamed in an instant, one had his neck cut open with a knife, and the other had a gash in his face.

With a puff, someone on the right shot Bachihar's left shoulder again.

His body trembled, and he raised the long knife from the bottom up.

Dang, he cut off the long spear with a single knife, then turned around suddenly, squatted halfway, pounced, and stabbed a long spearman in the chest with a single knife.

When he turned around, he had already given up the long knife.

He quickly grabbed a spear and kicked the Ming army in the chest, causing the Ming army to fly backwards.

Puff, puff, two long spears stabbed him.

There was also a long knife underneath, which slashed at his foot.

He screamed in pain, but still raised the long spear that he had snatched from the Ming army, and stabbed it forward.

Heck, after stabbing through a Ming soldier, he stabbed a sword and shield player behind him, and pierced both of them on the spear.

"Ah—" he yelled frantically, pushing the spear back.

Most of the Ming army retreated one after another, plopping, and three or four people were pushed into the pit by him.

There were only more than 20 Ming soldiers. After Bachihar rushed up, regardless of casualties, he fought desperately, and hacked and killed several Ming soldiers in a row with his own strength.

Seeing that this Ming army was about to be defeated by him alone.

Sudden.

A cold light flashed in the air.

With a puff, Bachihar's rushing figure stopped abruptly and stopped in place.

All the Ming soldiers stared intently in horror.

I saw a feathered arrow piercing through the back of his head and piercing out in front of his face.

Someone shot an arrow through his head.

Bachihar's steely body stood in place, glaring at the Ming army.

He tried to turn around to see who shot him.

But halfway through, wow, a lot of blood spurted out of his mouth, boom, his body fell down like a mountain.

The Ming army cheered all around.

At this time, there were two golden soldiers beside him, one of them rushed up like Bachihar, and the other was still in the pit.

Zhang Jingzheng brought a few Ming troops to fight against them, and he couldn't resist at first.

Seeing that Bachihar was shot to death, Jin Bing collapsed instantly after two days.

"Dadan." Someone cried.

Puchi, another arrow shot in the air, and it hit the back Jin Bing in the face.

He let out a scream, and the Ming army rushed forward, stabbing with swords and guns, and chopped into a pile of mud.

There was also a post-Jin Bingfu who couldn't get up in the pit. Seeing that his companions were all dead, he cried and raised his hands to surrender.

But the Ming soldiers were furious, and they didn't care about Sanqi 21, they rushed over with their guns in hand, and stabbed them randomly again.

So far, more than 20 Jin soldiers who came over the wall were killed, but the Ming army also suffered more than 30 casualties.

Zhang Jing heaved a long sigh of relief as if he had escaped from death, and when he looked back, he saw Ding Yi holding a bow and riding a horse, and he did not know when he was behind them.

Zhang Jing took a few breaths, raised his knife sharply and shouted: "Lord Ding is mighty, he will surely win."

"Master Ding is mighty and will surely win." All the living soldiers of the Ming army shouted frantically.

These Ming troops now regard Ding Yi as a god.

Just now Bachihar was brave and invincible, and the more than 20 Ming troops were almost defeated by him alone.

Ding Yi suddenly appeared and killed him with one arrow, he was like a god.

At this time, Ding Yi has already formed an invincible image that is almost invincible in the eyes of many Ming soldiers.

Ding Yi came over on horseback, and said in a dignified manner: "The alley is almost full of beatings. You can ask someone to clean up the place again to see if there are no tartars who have climbed over the wall and slipped through the net."

"No." Zhang Jing immediately organized the remaining Ming army to search forward.

He originally wanted to follow, but was stopped by Ding Yi.

"What happened to the house in front of me that caught fire just now?" Ding Yi asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Jing said calmly, "The tartars just rushed into the house where Zhou Yong and his family were imprisoned. I saw that they were ferocious and slaughtered our brothers, so they set a fire and burned a few to death. Tartar."

Ding Yi's complexion changed slightly, and he said helplessly, "Then Zhou Yong's servants are all dead?"

"All of them died for the country." Zhang Jing said sadly.

Damn it, Ding Yi cursed in his heart, he didn't want to kill these people, he just wanted to make a good impression in front of everyone.

But of course he knew that Zhang Jing was also doing it for his own good.

Grief appeared on his face, and his voice choked up: "In this war, many brothers died for the country. We can't treat anyone badly. If there are family members alive, we should make good compensation."

"My lord is benevolent and righteous, brothers will definitely remember." Zhang Jing nodded heavily.

Of course, Zhang Jing didn't dare to think directly about Ding Yi's words, so he had to listen backwards. This was the result of repeated research and study by him and Zhao Dashan.

Zhou Yong's thousand households and two hundred households actually have family members in the fort.

At that time, their family members were locked up in one house, but the family members were not locked up because they were all women and children. They hid in another house with other family members.

Hearing Ding Yi's words, Zhang Jing thought to himself, I still forgot about a major event, the family members of Zhou Yong and others should also be wiped out.

When Ding Yi saw the hostility in Zhang Jing's eyes, he knew that this guy was trying to get his way again.

"Damn it." He kicked Zhang Jing's ass drum: "What are you thinking, hanging out with Zhao Dashan all day, what's going on in your head?"

"Go work hard."

Zhang Jing accompanied him with a smile: "Understood, I'm leaving."

Haha laughed and ran away.

After running away, he was still tangled in his mind. When Zhao Dashan came down from the tower, he had to ask him carefully, what did Dingtou mean, whether the family members should be killed or not?

(End of this chapter)