There is a way that is hard to buy, and you know it early.

The Earl of Charles's mansion was converted into a Purley County office, and the wine cellar became the top priority of the defenders' protection.

Immediately after that, the knight who heard his muttering and stepped forward to investigate was also pierced by lead pellets close to the throat, and the frightened soldiers tried to return fire with flintlock pistols, but the wall could not be penetrated and could not be close, and several rounds of kung fu corpses were piled up all over the tunnel.

The other two tunnels leading to the slum were lucky, one of them was dug under the house, and after climbing out of the ladder, two soldiers, led by the knight Miller, controlled the citizens of the house, and inquired and learned that the street outside had been blocked by the Ming army.

At this time, the best plan is to ask for information and go out of the city, but the general attack is imminent, and they have no choice.

When the follow-up sergeants climbed out one after another, the musketeers fired muskets on the second floor of the house at Makino Armor on duty, and the infantry immediately rushed out of the street to engage in street battles with the armorless armor guards.

For a time, although Miller and others had the advantage of troops, and there were musketeers who suppressed the shooting at the commanding heights, the Miao crossbow was still as strong as a ballista through the armor, and the spear and shuttle darts were thrown out together, although it was difficult to cause casualties to their elite forces, the poison on the head of the arrow gun made the winning bidder have no strength to fight again, and panicked so that they missed the best opportunity to break through.

Worst of all, the soldiers who should have been pouring out of the tunnel were gone, and in the end only about forty people came out of the road, while the guards guarding the streets gathered more and more, and the crossbowmen also suppressed the slow-shooting musketeers, so that they did not dare to take the lead.

He then asked people to go back to the tunnel to urge reinforcements, but only the sound of shouting and killing mixed with muskets and screams could be heard from the tunnel.

When the Ming sailors heard the gunfire outside, they smashed the earthen wall from the next door of the tunnel, dragged the follow-up reinforcements, and fought in the tunnel with three-eyed guns, short axes and short knives.

Can't get out of the street, can't retreat back to the tunnel, leaving a few corpses on the street and half a team of soldiers injured, their injuries are generally not serious, except for those big crossbows that look like ballistas and need to be pulled apart by many people, small crossbows, javelins, and pike darts will only be stuck on the cuirass, and then blocked by armed clothes, hurting the flesh but not worrying about their lives.

But just this injury has made them all soft-footed shrimp now.

Even Miller, when more armor heard the sound of muskets come to his aid, he was shot in the back of his thigh by a short crossbow from behind, there was no plate armor in that position, only his chainmail pants, the lock ring prevented the bolt from going deeper, but it did get stuck in the leg, taking away his inexhaustible strength and gradually destroying his fighting spirit.

The brief engagement had left Sir Miller skeptical of their victory, and he now only hoped that Sir Ness, who was in charge of bringing chaos into the city through the tunnels, would open the situation as soon as possible.

Even if you can't come to save him, I hope that Nice can open up the situation, so maybe the Ming soldiers gathered outside the door downstairs will temporarily give up on themselves because of the movement on his side? Or if it lasts over there, Earl Charles will lead his troops into the city or the fleet at sea will attack the city, whichever comes first, it will be a chance for him.

Otherwise, it is likely that after a while, the well-trained Ming infantry outside the city, but lacking the strength to attack the fortification, will rush in and kill themselves.

Miller stood up with the Morning Star Hammer dragging his injured leg and looked around the small room on the second floor, with short crossbow arrows stuck everywhere in the window frame and ceiling, three blood-stained flintlock muskets on the table by the window, a corpse lying on the ground with an arrow in the face, and a hapless ghost's helmet pierced by a large crossbow bolt the thickness of two fingers, and the whole person was nailed to the wall.

There was a coughing sound in the room, and the only bed sat against the wall a musketeer, his hands on his throat, the sackcloth around his neck was already red, and the culprit of the fatal wound lay quietly on the edge of the bed—a blood-stained, finger-thick crossbow arrow.

It looks like he won't live long.

The only musketeer, unscathed, seemed to have no desire to talk, and he looked at Miller with a godless gaze, and in the air of despair that exuded the whole room, he looked up and asked, "Sir, we're all going to die, aren't we?" ”

Miller shook his head, and could see that the musketeer was on the verge of a breakdown after the death of his comrades, and he shook his head firmly, "As long as Sir Ness crawls out of the ground, he can turn the situation around and hold out to the musketeer." ”

"Where's Sir Nice?"

yes, where's Sir Nice?

Miller wanted to ask this question, his people were dying, where was Sir Nice, who was supposed to come out a long time ago?

In fact, it was not only they who wanted to ask, but Sir Nice also wanted to know where he was.

He led his loyal and brave warriors along the tunnel, digging up the tunnel, knowing full well that they were below the slums, above which there should be a handful of two-story wooden and stone houses and more thatched huts.

When the plague broke out and they withdrew from the city, the thatched hut was a very serious epidemic area, and now I am afraid that there are not many people, and their breakthrough should be extremely easy.

Here's the problem, they thought that the thatched hut was like a garbage heap, and that there might be dirt underground, which might make them sick.

In the end, everyone can survive the current war.

But as soon as they began to dig upwards, they felt something strange, and the soil on it was very soft, as if it had been cut open and buried.

Then they dug up a thick layer of wet mud and planks, and when the planks were dug through, the earth above the tunnel collapsed, and buried a few soldiers who had dug hard in it, and the small cracks that were exposed first came in with a few three-eyed guns, and then put two rounds to kill the soldiers in front of them, and then put in a few wooden pipes.

A large amount of smoke was sprayed into the tunnel one by one, and you could still hear the Great Ming people shouting something above.

The smoke filled the tunnel, so frightened that Sir Nice hurriedly led his troops to retreat, the people in front ran back, and the people behind walked forward without knowing why, they were congested in the tunnels without knowing the direction and not knowing where they were, and they fled just to escape for their lives.

When Sir Ness came to his senses, it dawned on him and a few of the soldiers who had escaped that they were already at the river where the dumping tunnels had been dug out of the wasteland in the eastern outskirts of the city, much closer to their besieged camp than to the city.

Ying Ming in the city saw very clearly, there were no thatched houses in the city for a long time, all the houses were redistributed after the plague, those thatched houses that could not shelter from the wind and rain and were too dirty around were bulldozed, most of the building materials were made into city defense equipment, and the soldiers stationed there were burning fires.

They dug passages in the directions they heard on the ground, covered them with wet mud and planks to prevent the enemy from setting fire to the tunnels, and at the same time drove human blowers out of cowhide and wooden frames to blow smoke into the tunnels from the moment they collapsed.

Now Ying Ming could see that there was smoke rising from the ground on the riverbank in the east of the city, and a few unlucky ghosts rushed out of the smoke in embarrassment, discerning the direction and running towards the north.

"Let the cavalry get on their horses, or it won't be long before the enemy knows the news of the failure of the tunnel siege, and we can attack them."