I have to say that desire is the source and driving force of human progress, and the generals of the Liaodong Army, who are the best at preserving their strength on weekdays, burst out with huge energy driven by desire and hope.

Wearing iron armor and holding a long knife, Zu Dale led three thousand soldiers to rush to the front, but when he rushed into the collapsed gap surrounded by dozens of family members, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

What awaited him here was not the sacrifice of the Tartars, but a large mass of grotesquely burned corpses and wailing wounded everywhere.

"This ...... This ......"

Zu Dale, who was the first to rush into the collapse mouth, stopped in shock after looking at the scene in front of him, and looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, only feeling some convulsions in his stomach for a while.

At this time, the Ming troops behind also poured into the collapse, and their reactions were similar to Zu Dale's.

Suddenly, a "vomit" sound sounded, and a soldier suddenly bent down, opened his mouth, and spit out all the food he had eaten in the morning.

"Wow...... Vomiting ......"

As if it was a signal, the sound of vomiting soon rang out one after another, but almost half of the soldiers who saw this scene vomited.

It can't be said that the mental endurance of these soldiers is too poor, before the appearance of the Jiangning army, the Liaodong army was already the most elite army of the Ming Dynasty, and it can be regarded as accustomed to fighting with the Manchus, but even so, such a scene is something they have never seen.

In the past, fighting was nothing more than a scene of white knives entering and red knives out, and stumps and broken arms flying flesh and blood, but such a large area of corpses of different shapes that were burned black, and accompanied by bursts of barbecued meat The scene has exceeded the bottom line of their hearts, and the cruelty of the so-called "civilization" from the future is vividly displayed in front of them at this moment.

However, this situation was soon broken by a few screams.

"General be careful!"

I only heard a loud scream, and a family member next to Zu Dale suddenly pushed Zu Dale next to him, and then a miserable scream sounded.

"Ah......h

It turned out to be a flying axe that flew out of nowhere, and the sharp flying axe hit the face of the family who pushed Zu Dale away with a rotary blow, and he stayed in place but was hit by the flying axe, and blood splashed out, the family Ding screamed, and the long knife in his hand was thrown far away, and the whole person took several steps back and fell heavily to the ground, and his whole body twitched a few times before he didn't move.

"Little Dezi!"

Zu Dale roared, and immediately turned his head to look in the direction where the flying axe came from, and saw a heavily armored Tartar less than twenty steps away from them, jumping in a shape, jumping behind a section of ruins, only to see his right hand skillfully poking back, and a heavy iron bone appeared in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Zu Dale's eyes turned red.

This young family member is one of his distant nephews, Zu Dale took him with him as a family member, in order to cultivate him well, but he didn't expect to die today in order to save himself.

"Brothers, kill me!"

Zu Dale, who only felt that he was hot, raised his long knife and rushed towards the city wall.

"Kill!"

Under the leadership of Zu Dale, thousands of Liaodong troops who entered the city wall first rushed towards the city wall, and the Tartars on the city wall were not to be outdone and won, and the shouts of killing and screams soon became one.

The red-eyed Zu Dale took the lead in rushing to the city wall with dozens of family members, and at this time he only had one year to break the Tartar who killed his nephew into ten thousand pieces.

Soon, he immediately saw the Tartar on the city wall, this Tartar was unusually burly, and he was wearing very fine and thick iron armor, which was also obviously different from the iron armor worn by the usual Tartar, it appeared thicker and more ornate, and shone in the winter sun with a faint metallic cold light.

At this moment, the Tartar rushed towards him surrounded by dozens of Tartars.

And when Zu Dale met the gaze of this Tartar, he immediately felt an incomparably ferocious and brutal look, a barbaric aura that made people's whole body chill.

I don't know what the reason is, he didn't even wear a helmet, and at a glance his head was not only blue and miserable, but also smooth around him, only a handful of hair the size of money on the back of his head, knotted into a braid, very, very small, hanging down the back of his head, like a long mouse tail.

The Tartar held a shield in his left hand and a huge tiger head gun in his right hand, which looked particularly hideous.

At first glance, when he saw this Tartar, Rao is Zu Dale's hatred was not only stunned for a moment, but then he immediately remembered his nephew who died tragically by his side, and his anger surged back into his heart, only to see Zu Dale yell, "Dog Tartar, go die!" ”

He raised his long knife and slashed at the tartar.

"Dang!"

A piercing metal impact sounded, and the long knife in Zu Dale's hand slashed heavily at the shield in the Tartar's hand, and the huge impact did not make the Tartar take half a step back, but Zu Dale was so numb by this impact that the whole person also took several steps back.

"This tartar has a lot of strength!"

Zu Dale couldn't help but be taken aback, he had always been known for his strength in the army, but he didn't expect to have the upper hand in the battle with this Tartar today, but this also aroused his competitive spirit even more, and he raised the long knife in his hand and continued to split.

only heard the sound of dangdang, and the two quickly exchanged hands several times.

When they fought, the two sides were not idle, and the Tartars on the city wall and the Liaodong army that rushed up also stood together.

But after a few moves, Zu Dale felt the opponent's strength surge, and finally with another piercing impact, Zu Dale's tiger mouth was cracked several times, and the long knife in his hand was knocked into the air by the opponent's tiger head gun.

Seeing Zu Dale with the middle door wide open, the other party laughed evilly, brandished a tiger head gun and slashed down at Zu Dale.

The tiger head gun of the Tartar is different from the tiger head gun used by the Han people, which is generally pointed, but the Tartar likes to put a crescent-shaped blade under the muzzle.

After installing a sharp blade, this kind of gun becomes stabbing and cutting, but it also becomes difficult to master because of the unstable center of gravity, but anyone who can use this tiger head gun well is definitely a murderous guy.

Looking at the tiger head gun that was slashed at him, Zu Dale, who couldn't dodge anymore, closed his eyes helplessly.

"Dang!"

Just when Zu Dale closed his eyes and waited for death, a crashing sound sounded in his ears, and the expected tiger head gun was not chopped down, but was blocked by a stainless steel shield.

Then a young and handsome face appeared in front of him, only to see the other party grinning, showing a mouthful of white teeth, only to see him say: "General Zu, are you okay!" ”

"Who are you!"

Seeing that the general of the Ming army, who was supposed to die under his own gun, was actually rescued, the Tartar shouted angrily.