After shooting again and again, the number of 500 guards was getting smaller and smaller, but they still saved the defeat again and again, and killed the coalition forces that rushed up again and again. Even Hong Jin himself rushed to the battlefield several times, holding a long knife in his hand, and cut off the heads of at least seven enemies, and the blood on his body looked like a killing god.

From the city gate to the center of Hanoi, the streets are littered with the corpses of soldiers and some of the wounded who fell to the ground wailing. The blood that flowed from them gathered together to form a stream of blood, red and red, and it looked so oozing.

It was precisely because of the heroic resistance of Hong Jin's subordinates that the opponent's attack speed was greatly slowed down. It wasn't until he saw that the time was running out that he retreated with less than 4,000 soldiers to the most prosperous place in the city, which was also the place where the Jiaozhi Palace was originally located.

After the first battle, only 4,000 of the 10,000 people came back, and more than half of the people were left outside, among which there may have been some scattered soldiers and seriously wounded soldiers, but sixty percent of the strength was lost, which was enough to see how fierce the battle was this night.

Under the onslaught of the army led by Sehi, Hong Jin, who numbered only 10,000, finally retreated, but it was already dark at this time.

After defeating Hongjin, Saihi was confident and personally led the coalition army, beating the war drums and shouting to kill the commercial street under the banner of the Lancang Kingdom and Jiaozhi. From a distance, the streets are full of momentum.

Directly in front of them is the busiest commercial street in Hanoi and the most valuable in their eyes.

I heard that the goods of every shop in it can attract merchants from other countries to rob, and I heard that there is a Yang family bank there, and the money in it has already piled up.

"Let the brothers rest, eat well, and strive to take this place in a battle." The corners of his mouth couldn't help but lick up, revealing a cruel smile, and Sehi said this to several captains beside him.

"The general is mighty!" Several captains clawed at the horses' farts from time to time. Although they also lost seven or eight thousand men in the battle last night, it was only one-tenth of them with 70,000 horses. I heard that the number of mercenaries left is only six or seven thousand, so where will it be in their eyes, and even they can't help but think that maybe the next charge can occupy there, and then the gold and silver treasures will not be left to them to take them.

The coalition forces temporarily halted the attack, and took this opportunity to retreat into the shopping street with 4,000 soldiers. Almost all of them have blood on their bodies, and they have won the respect of mercenaries with their strength.

"Bring them the prepared breakfast and let them have a good rest." Song Zhe, who was standing on the tower and watching all this, couldn't help but nod silently, this time Hong Jin's performance still satisfied him. I believe that after this incident, the combat power of these 4,000 people will also rise to a higher level.

Fortunately, although the commercial street was only three miles long, it was wide enough, and it was connected to the palace square, but there was enough space for these soldiers to renovate. At this point in the battle, the next step is to see the real mercenaries show their might.

At eight o'clock in the morning, when the hands of Song Zhe's watch pointed here, Lan on the opposite side

The coalition forces of the Cang Kingdom finally made a move. They knew where their advantage was, so when they started, they pushed from the north and south sides of the mall.

Crowded, the allied soldiers opened the way with the iron shields they had prepared, and after hiding their bodies behind the shields as much as possible, they began to move forward with heavy steps, looking down from under the towers, giving themselves a sense of impending wind and rain.

The staff of the shops of the Yang family in the commercial street have all withdrawn and retreated to the palace, and the auxiliaries and temporary auxiliaries who stayed here. They were either holding eighty-one bars in their hands, or holding bows and arrows in their hands, gasping heavily. But all of them, without exception, were full of excitement and enthusiasm in their eyes.

They are all teams that have experienced the battle of extermination, and winning more with less is commonplace in their eyes, but before this battle spirit is approaching, they still can't help but be excited and excited. Some people still have shaky hands, after all, this time it is a passive defense, which is still rare in the history of mercenaries.

On top of the two building posts in the north and south, there are only fifteen Leng Feng in the first building post, to say that this point of strength will not even make a splash on the battlefield, but here, they have undoubtedly become the absolute main force. I don't know how many warriors are looking here on the streets now, treating them as the anchor of the sea and the weather vane.

In the building post in the north, Song Zhe slowly put down the telescope on his chest, and a solemn look appeared on his face. This time, the enemy was clearly prepared, not only with an iron shield made of pig iron at the front of the team, but also with a clear presence of Overseers at the back of the team.

The role of the Overseers was to prevent the soldiers from retreating, and it was clear from this that they were prepared to be heavily wounded by muskets. It has to be said that such an enemy is somewhat terrifying. At least they have the advantage in numbers, and if they don't recklessly storm, I'm afraid it will be a bloody battle, after all... After all, the number of mercenary soldiers is too small, and there is only one cold front platoon and two auxiliary battalions with guns.

There was a little worry in his heart, but when he thought that the telegram had been sent out, and the sixth young master should be rushing here with reinforcements, he was a little more confident. What if there are few people, even if he is the only one left, then he will fight until the last breath.

A breeze blew by, bringing a chill to the city of Hanoi in the morning in January, which seemed to have become a drum to blow the horn of war, and the coalition forces began to move, moving forward from the north and south directions, and the black iron shield rushed to the front of the line like a black torrent.

"Charge!" Sehi's voice was like a cry from hell, and it set the pace of war.

On the top of the building, Leng Feng platoon commander Liu Jian put his hands on the 12.7 mm heavy machine gun, the muscles of his arms bulged slightly, his eyes sprayed with strong fighting intent, and his mouth opened slightly, ready to spit out a "type" word at any time.

Even if it is the first wave of the enemy's impact, of course, it will be suppressed as much as it can, and this has a bearing on the morale of both sides. Although the opponent had been prepared for a long time, especially since it had been proved that the black shield made of pure iron could block bullets fired from a distance, it would take more effort to suppress the morale of the opponent.

The good thing about black shields is that they are thick and heavy

Blocking bullets, but also the heavy weight of the bullets, makes them very slow. The long dragon composed of two black shields entered the range of the two towers in the north and south respectively as if they were wriggling.

has already entered the firing range, and the fourteen cold fronts around him all set their eyes on the platoon commander Liu Jian, as if the soldiers who are about to set off are waiting for the military horn.

"Hit!" The powerful sound came out of Liu Jian's mouth, and the 12.7mm heavy machine gun in his hand was like a tongue of fire that took the lead in making a heavy metal striking sound, like a pianist playing a beautiful music, and the bullets poured down from the sky frantically.

The other fourteen Leng Feng around him also took the squad machine gun or the 95-type to hit the enemy group below, at this time they changed their usual giggling appearance, and everyone's face showed a solemn and serious expression.

"Da Da Da..."

"Horn Horn..."

Although there was only one platoon of Leng Feng soldiers, because they had four 12.7 mm heavy machine guns and ten Type 95 squad machine guns, their firepower looked fierce, and there was no sense of contempt because of the small number of people.

The bullets fell from the air and landed on the black shield, where they shot one bullet after another. But most of them were actually blocked, and only a handful of enemies were unfortunate enough to be hit by an unintentional part of their bodies, falling to the ground and wailing.

"Hahaha, see no, our iron shield can block the opponent's musket. Now I command, all speed up the charge. Behind the coalition forces rang out the sound of General Sehi's laughter. Although Fan Yuhai had told him before that Jiaozhi had blocked the attack of the musket with those iron shields, after all, he had not seen it with his own eyes, and he lacked confidence in his heart.

Now that the facts were in front of him, he was unfazed, and began to approach the Overseers urging the soldiers forward.

"Bastard." Liu Jian saw through the window of the building post that the enemy had actually resisted the attack of the musket, and he couldn't help but glare angrily. He finally knew why the Sixth Young Master had asked them to practice their marksmanship hard. In the past, when he heard others say that there may be something that the bullet could not hit, he was still unimpressed, but after the facts were laid out in front of him, he knew what it meant to be far-sighted.

"Change the gun, aim and hit, and once there is a gap, change the machine gun and strafe." Liu Jian, who quickly changed his strategy, said as he took the Jiuwu in his hand, changed it to a single shot, and aimed at a coalition soldier below who was exposed to his knees and hooked the board machine.

"Horn." The bullet flew out, streaked through the air in a dazzling color and burrowed into the fleshy knee, and suddenly an enemy with an iron shield fell to his knees, and before he could stand up, he was trampled on the ground by the advancing soldiers behind him, and soon became a piece of flesh.

The cold front soldiers began to shoot like a platoon commander, and the effect was indeed good, and one after another the advancing enemy would always be shot and fall to the ground at the first time after revealing a flaw. It's just that there are too many enemies, and not at all a platoon of fighters can block its advance.