The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 462 Isn't This the Ming Dynasty I Know?
"The horse is back, the horse is back, come back quickly." Abate yelled frantically from behind.

Suddenly, a soldier next to him was shocked, then glanced at him, and fell to the ground unbelievably.

"Hiss..." Abatai gasped, only then did he realize that he was standing too close, so he quickly backed away.

Someone inside saw that he was a high-ranking official, and fired a shot at him, but the aim was not good, and he hit the soldier beside him.

Abate narrowly escaped death, startled and angry.

He yelled frantically in his mind, when the fort is broken, no one will be left behind, and all will be killed.

At this moment, he still couldn't believe it. Obviously, the people in this castle were all Ming people, how could they be like soldiers of the Ming army, and they could shoot guns?

The Han people are cowardly and incompetent, submissive, and easy to be enslaved. This is the consensus of their Dajin people.

Why did he dare to fight them when they were in Ding Yi's hands?

At this time, he thought of his father's old slave's words that all Ming people who dared to fight with us in the field will be killed.

Only in this way can we completely rule and enslave them.

Mu Zhahe fled back with his remaining horses in a panic. Of the 22 horses, only eight came back alive.

The rest were knocked down under the wall by Ming people's guns or spears.

That's right, there were Ming people who poked their spears out of the hole and knocked their horses over.

"Shoot, shoot in." Mu Zhahe was ashamed and angry.

Whoosh whoosh, the Mongolian soldiers shot another wave of arrows into it.

But this time no screams were heard.

Soon.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, the gunshots rang out again.

"Ah!" The archers in the front row fell down one after another.

"Hiss..." Mu Zhahe and other Mongolian generals were startled and frightened.

Many Mongolian soldiers retreated quickly.

Only when you retreat to 100 meters away can you feel safe.

Abate stood there blankly, who am I, where am I, and where is this?Momby asked three times.

Is this still the Ming country he knows?

It's a small bunker, not even a military fort, and a group of Ming farmers are in it.

After more than 500 of them, the Golden Warriors were beaten back 100 meters?

What's more terrible is that they lost more than half of the horses and weapons they already had.

There were screams everywhere in front, and the wounded soldiers who were not killed were all screaming on the ground, begging for help.

But no one of the Mongolian soldiers dared to step forward.

Ninety percent of the people don't have any weapons, so who would dare to fight empty-handed?

"I got it." Just then, someone strode over from behind.

"Wow" Mingren's child's tragic cry suddenly sounded.

Abate turned his head, with a grin on his face.

Mingren's mother and son were captured by them.

The woman was still young and pretty, and she stared at them fiercely with her eyes, showing no sign of fear.

Seeing her eyes, Abatai wanted to kill these Ming people and Ding Yi even more.

The same Ming people, in the hands of Zhu Youjian, are like a group of gentle little sheep, but in the hands of Ding Yi, they are like tigers and wolves.

This Ding Yi is immortal, and my Da Jin will never be able to make his mark.

"Hold them and let Ming people open the door, otherwise, they will be dissected alive." Abate said fiercely: "Who will explain the language?"

"Smoke" Mu Zhahe screamed.

Everyone looked up and saw the beacon smoke rising from Mingren's fort.

Abatai is in a hurry, time is running out, and he needs to catch the wise man who knows the way.

At this time, a Mongolian soldier carried the woman forward, and the Ming people did not fire any more guns.

Because another kid is still behind.

The Mongolian soldiers walked within 20 meters and shouted: "I will give you ten breaths, and open the door immediately, otherwise, the mother and child will be skinned alive."

It was quiet inside, and after a few breaths, someone said loudly: "Sister Li, I'm sorry, there are so many folks in the castle."

Speaking of which, the man began to cry.

Mrs. Li had no expression on her face, and said loudly: "Leave us alone, don't open the door." Tears also fell as she spoke.

Because her son is outside.

Abatai and others looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Strip that girl first." Mu Zhahe couldn't believe it, and said angrily.

Abate quickly reached out his hand: "No, bring her back."

The Mongolian soldiers brought Mrs. Li back again.

Knowing that there was no time, Abatai suppressed his anger and said softly, "Sister Li, right? We don't have to fight this fort. You have to cooperate with us. Your son, we can let him go."

Aunt Li turned her head and stared at him, not knowing what he meant.

Abatai saw something interesting: "Do you know the way to Beigou? Take us to Beigou, and we will let your son go."

Mrs. Li immediately said: "My hometown is Beigou, of course I know him."

"Okay, you take us there." Abate was overjoyed.

"You let my son go first." Mrs. Li said.

"That won't work." Of course Abatai refused.

"Hey, the post-gold Tartars have never been shameless, and their words don't count. Kill our mother and son." Aunt Li said sharply: "Lord Ding, you will avenge us."

Abatai blushed, no one in the world can compare to your lord Ding in terms of shameless deeds.

Mu Zhahe yelled: "Mice Ding is in Beigou, we've sweated profusely and beat the shit out of us, you're a lost dog."

"I think you are the lost dogs." Mrs. Li sneered: "Houjin is all mice."

Mu Zhahe was furious and swung his knife to chop.

"Stop." Abatai stopped him, looked at the thick smoke in the distance, and knew that time was running out: "You take us away, we let your son go, Ben Belle swears, okay?"

"You let my son go, and I swear that I will take you away." Mrs. Li said.

Knowing that she can't be fooled anymore, Abatai said softly: "I hope Madam will keep her word, the kingdom of Ming will be a state of etiquette, and the kingdom of heaven--"

"Don't worry, we smart people still have face, and what we say will definitely count." Mrs. Li said in a deep voice.

"Let's go, let her son go." Abatai said immediately.

"Qibeile?" Mu Zhahe looked at him, Abate glared at him, he had no choice but to wave his hand.

"Mother." The child threw himself into his mother's arms, crying.

Mrs. Li squatted down, with a loving smile on her face: "Xiu'er must study hard and serve Master Ding in the future."

"Mother, don't go, don't go." Xiu'er cried.

"Xiu'er, don't worry, this is Empress Jin Xungui, he must keep his word. After I take them out, they will come back."

"Of course, of course." Abatai hurriedly said, but a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, if I don't kill you, I'll be Qibaile.

"Let's go." Mrs. Li pushed Xiu'er away, but Xiu'er was still crying, but was driven forward by the Mongolian soldiers, and someone shouted in the fort ahead, so Xiu'er could only cry and run to the fort.

"Let's go." Abatai snatched a horse, hugged Mrs. Li by the waist, and brought it up.

"The cavalry go first, followed by the infantry, everyone is back to Gaizhou." Abatai shouted loudly.

He rushed out first, and there were only eight horses left, so he quickly followed.

The infantry ran along foolishly, and soon found that the horses in front were getting faster and faster, and disappeared after a while.

Only then did the Mongolian soldiers come to their senses, the officials abandoned them and ran away, and everyone cursed at them one after another.

They looked left and right, then looked at the beacon smoke in the castle, and quickly dispersed.

Some people directly surrendered to the Ming army, and some ran around, and were either beaten to death by the fort residents, or killed or captured alive by the Ming army who rushed over.

(End of this chapter)