The bloody street fighting in Dongchang lasted for five days, and the Yuan army, which knew that it was already a dead end, did fight to the end.

Not a single one of them was left alive.

Even if there were those who surrendered, they were also killed by the red-eyed Wu Yue army executed on the spot, in short, by the afternoon of the fifth day, with the last group of colored soldiers falling under the row of guns, the city was completely recovered, and the canal passage in front of the Wu Yue army was also opened, and twenty-four hours later, the first fleet full of artillery and fifty pounds of huge artillery appeared outside the city of Linqing......

But Zhang Dingbian still didn't capture the daimyo.

Although the Han army did strengthen the attack on the famous city, Zhang Dingbian would definitely not have fifty catties of siege artillery in his hands, and the Mongol army he had to face was three times that of Dongchang, and because of the limitation of transportation, the troops he could use were less than one-third of Lu Zhen's, so this result was not surprising. The same result also made Zhang Shicheng's side enthusiastic, in fact, at this time they were already the closest to success among the three, Zhang Shicheng didn't care about anything, together with his younger brother Zhang Shixin, he continued to take out the wealth accumulated over the years, plus those gentry who supported him, almost crazy to throw money out and continue to make more weapons.

Build more cannons.

Make more gunpowder.

pay the soldiers a higher salary,

Then Lu Zhen and Zuo Junbi did live up to expectations, they used fifty catties of cannons to blast the city of Linqing again, in order to be able to end the street battle as quickly as possible, even Zhang Shicheng also cast a terrifying fifty catties of mortars for them, and washed the city with expensive flowering bullets.

In the end, they succeeded in taking Linqing.

Zhang Dingbian still didn't win the name.

In this way, the overall situation has basically been decided, and Lu Zhen and Zuo Junbi, who really won this competition, sent Zhang Dingbian a show-off farewell letter, and took a boat along the canal to Haijin. Only five days later to capture Changlu, the next day to take Qingzhou, from Linqing only ten days after the departure of the Wu Yue Northern Expeditionary Army forward arrived at Haijin Town, the bombardment of fifty pounds of mortar instantly disintegrated the fighting spirit of the soldiers and civilians in the city, the city gate was opened by the Han soldiers that night, Wu Yue Northern Expeditionary Army continued to rush into Haijin Town, to dawn when the fortress changed hands, and then the army continued to move forward.

In the afternoon of the next day, Hexi Affairs.

"Marshal, the striker of the Wu army left Penglai seven days ago, led by Chang Yuchun and Li Wenzhong, and Xu Da led the follow-up main force also left Penglai the day before yesterday."

Zuo Junbi said to Lu Zhen.

"Seven days, should be early at this time?"

Lu Zhen said suspiciously.

Indeed, at this time, the southeast wind had turned, and the Wu army that set off from Penglai was a tailwind, even if those flat-bottomed boats were slow, seven days was enough for them to travel from Penglai to Haijin, and even theoretically it should be earlier than them, but why haven't they seen anyone yet?

"Forget it, leave them alone!"

Then he said.

Indeed, there is no need to care about these anymore, they have reached the doorstep, what do you need to care about other people, open the Hexi Affairs, and the army will be able to arrive in Dadu tomorrow, at this time, no matter how hard others work, the general trend is gone, the final winner of this competition must be them, the master of the destiny is Zhang Shicheng, and then they are all founding fathers, Chang Yuchun or Xu Da or Zhang Dingbian, these famous generals are all losers, and they all lost to them who were crushed by their strength.

"Just need to be careful of the Tartars escaping."

Zuo Junbi looked into the distance and said.

In the distance, a large number of Mongol cavalry surged in, the last of his struggle, and the last army he could muster.

Reinforcements, to be exact.

There is no real army in the capital, all the Yuan army can be mobilized to Wang Baobao and put it into the three places of Linqing, if it is not for the fact that there are people with color eyes and they have the same hatred and hatred, and Tu Timur can't even get those people, almost half of the Yuan army is currently a color people. And now these are actually summoned from the northern steppe, commanded by Naha, one of the main pillars of the Northern Yuan Dynasty in the original history, and the total number is only 20,000 people, which is the last struggle of Tu Timur, if even Naha is defeated, then his only choice is to escape, flee to Datong to join Polo Timur. The latter symbolically sent cavalry to attack Zhang Dingbian, and then was defeated many times in succession, and also simply withdrew, although this guy was considered to be dead and could not be saved, but he still had the last Yuan army in his hands that would not rebel, which was the last retreat of Tu Timur.

So Zuo Junbi's worry is also normal.

After all, the conditions for the return of the Mandate of Heaven are not only to conquer the capital, but also to capture or kill the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty.

"Then chase and kill, we will chase him wherever he flees!"

Lu Zhen said.

At this time, the Yuan army led by Nahachu had already begun to charge, these Mongol soldiers from Liaodong and the northern steppes were obviously stronger than those in the interior, 20,000 cavalry divided into three groups, in the front with a width of more than five miles, surging towards the Wu Yue army from south to north, with the tremor of the earth, like the furious waves of a tsunami, vowing to squeeze the Wu Yue army into the canal behind it.

The 50,000 Wu and Yue troops formed eight large hollow phalanxes, almost lined up on the plain, and on the canal embankment behind them, there was also a defensive line composed of 10,000 line infantry.

Lu Zhen and the others, who were also standing on the river embankment, watched the charge of the Mongolian cavalry.

The fifty-pound mortar cannon beside them suddenly let out a roar, and in the flames sprayed into the sky, huge flowering bullets, burning sparks with woodpipe fuses soared into the sky, and then fell in an arc, and the next moment the torrent of the Mongol cavalry exploded with flames, and at the same time the twelve-pounder field guns that were also on the river bank fired, and the solid shells whistled and swept the infantry in the formation and fell into the Mongol cavalry. In the explosion of the flowering bullet and the impact of the solid bullet, the Mongolian cavalry who had just begun to charge immediately flew with flesh and blood, but these people were obviously not the abandoned descendants of Baliqiao, despite the fierce artillery fire of the Wu and Yue army, they still braved death and frantically closed the distance between them and the infantry formation.

Then the six-pounder field guns in front of the infantry formation opened fire.

Twenty-four pounder mortars in the middle of the infantry formation opened fire.

The bombardment of hundreds of cannons of various calibers caused the Mongol cavalry to drop more and more fragmented corpses.

But the living are still charging, and behind them is Dadu.

They occupy the sign of this rich land.

The loss of most of them means that they completely lose this rich land that has occupied a hundred years, and then they are driven back to the cold and barren grasslands, driven back to their generations of poverty, from the conquerors who originally enjoyed everything, to a group of herders struggling to survive in the wind and snow, they have enjoyed this flowery world and they don't want to go back to that kind of life, so they have no choice.

The shells didn't stop them after all.

The cavalry at the forefront finally rushed through the interception of artillery fire.

Their descendants who killed five enemies at Bali Bridge will tremble for their ancestors.

The Mongol cavalry facing the bayonet jungle did not flinch in the slightest, and slammed into it with their spears, and then, less than five feet away, the bayonet jungle opposite them turned into an erupting volcano, and in the flames and smoke of flintlock guns, the Mongol cavalry at the front fell like a wavy line of wheat fields blown by a strong wind. The density of their formation and the proximity of the distance were incomparable, so that Wu Yuejun's bullets were almost not wasted, and the dead corpses of the cavalry and war horses with the inertia of galloping wildly, almost all of them fell in front of the tip of the bayonet, and the still living cavalry stood up blankly, and then the bayonet stabbed into their bodies.

Behind them, the cavalry, who were also charged, turned or crossed the dead bodies of their horses in confusion, and then behind the infantry line, one after another smoked grenades flew out, and in the light of the explosion they were slaughtered again, but the few cavalry finally ran into the infantry.

But it was the bayonet that hit.

Just when the cavalry on horseback was stabbing each other in the jungle with spears and bayonets, the infantry of the Wu Yue army, who had quickly completed reloading, pulled the trigger again behind the jungle of bayonets.

And then these cavalrymen also fell.

But the cavalry did not only charge at the front, but at the beginning of the frontal engagement, the other Mongol cavalry, as they were accustomed to, quickly inserted into the gap between the two phalanxes, and then fought their way forward under the flank of the infantry, aiming at the cannons on the embankment behind the formation, which were still firing continuously, and even cutting off the cavalry in front with cannonballs, which were so high that they could easily attack any target within four miles.

Although the bullets of the Wu Yue army on the left and right flanked also caused these cavalry to suffer heavy casualties, a large part of them still rushed past the interception.

Then they were met by a platoon of guns.

"Kill!"

Tokhtar's son, Harajang, shouted frantically and urged his horses to charge to the death against the long line of defense ahead.

Almost at the same time, there was a fire ahead.

The valiant cavalry beside him immediately fell in the splatters of blood, but the follow-up cavalry still moved forward as madly as he did, their spears raised, their proud cavalry was useless, the arrows had to be slowed down, the best archers on the galloping horses could not shoot the target, and even at a long distance they had to stop in pursuit of accuracy. The cavalry of the European breech gun era was even forbidden to use carbines in charges, and the bows and arrows of the Mongol cavalry were certainly no more accurate than the carbines, but slowing down or stopping in the face of thousands of muskets on the opposite side was no different from suicide, and the only way was to ram forward at full speed with the most heroic attitude, speed was the only thing they could rely on.

They don't even want armor for the sake of speed.

They are also adapting to the new war.

They are also experienced in a hundred battles, after the initial confusion, they also gradually understand how to fight the line infantry with cold weapons, using bows and arrows is suicide, they can never shoot a row of guns, wearing armor to slow down is also suicide, that thing is also meaningless in the face of bullets, the only option is to rush as fast as possible, rush up and solve it with spears and scimitars, as long as they don't let the infantry load the second round of bullets, they are the winners.

At this time, in the infantry formation behind, a phalanx had actually been rushed away.

This is not surprising.

The hollow phalanx can resist the cavalry to the greatest extent but is not immune to the attack of the cavalry, before the machine gun is born, the cavalry charge will not be outdated, not to mention that the Wu Yue army is only the level of the Napoleonic Wars, and the cavalry during the Napoleonic Wars has always been an important force on the battlefield, and the bravery of these Mongolian cavalry is not inferior to those cuirassiers of Little Nana, and it is normal for them to rush away one or two hollow phalanxes.

But it still didn't work.

Because all the cannons on the embankment turned almost simultaneously to the cavalry that broke through the phalanx, and then the fire of more than two hundred cannons instantly beat the follow-up cavalry all over the field, and the Mongolian cavalry, which had no follow-up, fell into a heavy encirclement, and then the reloaded infantry shot these cavalry who rushed into the formation from both sides, and even stepped forward with rifles with bayonets and stabbed them off their horses.

Cavalry without infantry follow-up is also useless.

Ha Razhang, who was spared in the first round of bullets, roared and whipped his war horse, and rushed frantically towards the river embankment with the cavalry that was also spared behind him, and at this time a scene that made him ecstatic appeared, and Wu Yuejun, who was facing him on the river embankment, obviously did not have time to load, because he was afraid and began to flee one after another, at this moment he subconsciously laughed wildly, and then rushed up the river bank with a spear like the wind......

Then he let out a scream and took the horse away.

The canal in front of him flowed quietly, as if the embankment had divided into two worlds, and on the surface of the canal, countless boats lined up in a dense long line of anchors, and on the boat opposite him, a man was smiling at him with his hands behind his back.

At the moment when the neighing of the war horse under his crotch stood up, a flame erupted beside the man, and the next moment Harazhang and the horse fell over under the huge impact force, and before he could struggle from the ground, a soldier of the Wu Yue Army who had fled appeared in his field of vision, and at the same time appeared in his field of vision, and at the same time, a bayonet stabbed in his chest appeared in his field of vision.

At this moment, the cavalry behind him also rushed up the river embankment, and then shattered in a storm of scattered bullets.

"Kill yourself!"

Lu Zhen, who was not far away, said disdainfully.

The embankment of the canal is not the last line of defense, the long snakes on the canal are lined up one by one, and each boat has two six-pounder guns for self-defense. Hundreds of cheap pig iron cannons were the last line of Wu Yuejun's huge formation. At this time, the Mongol cavalry who had tried to rush up the embankment had been forced to turn around and flee along the embankment, but unfortunately this was simply impossible, because they were still caught in the fire on the last side of the embankment and the hollow phalanx, and these poor Mongol cavalry were getting fewer and fewer in the escape, and soon the battle finally ended with the fall of the last cavalry.

Of the 20,000 Mongol cavalry, less than 8,000 fled the battlefield, and instead of fleeing back to Dadu, they fled southwest under the leadership of Nahachu.

It is estimated that I went to Baoding to travel too much.

"Forward, the goal is great!"

Lu Zhen sorted out his military uniform and said with satisfaction.