The last fierce soldier stood outside the city gate, and the sunshine from the East shrouded behind him.
His back was golden against the darkness of the front.
The Ming army was just a rush, leaving the remains of more than 20 Haley fierce soldiers in the city gate, and they lost nothing.
"Block the door!"
Xiao Guwei has evacuated the city gate with his people. In order to buy time, they even have no time to kill the last enemy.
The man stood there blankly, not knowing why these enemies withdrew.
The caravans in the gate had long been deserted, leaving only a long row of carriages.
At the head of the city, Wang Yan had killed people, and the two invincible black thorns immediately retreated to the rear.
Their bodies are sweating like milk. If there is no reinforcement, they will die under the random knife with a maximum of dozens of breath.
The Haley people in the front and back of the city were running here desperately, while the prisoners of war of the Ming Army stood in place and surrounded the Haley general and his men with the black thorn.
They didn't know who was coming, but just now someone at the bottom of the city shouted to block the door in Daming dialect.
They hesitated because there had never been such a rescue operation.
Whether you are reading history books or folk anecdotes, it is impossible for a country to send troops to the unpredictable enemy's capital to carry out rescue operations for more than 100 prisoners of war.
This is almost a myth.
No, in the eyes of prisoners of war, this is a myth.
The myth must be false, so the prisoners of war leaned against the edge of the city and squatted there. They didn't want to be involved in the fight between the two sides.
Wang Yan waved a knife, and the enemy in front screamed. A gap opened in his belly, and his internal organs crowded out.
When he saw the actions of the prisoners of war, he shouted, "our department has been ordered to rescue you. Go down to the city immediately, go down to the city immediately!"
Those prisoners of war raised their heads in disbelief. Wang Yan continued to shout, "Daming wins!"
Yes, for these former soldiers, nothing can cheer them up from their numbness more than this sentence.
As the highest ranking official among the prisoners of war, Zhao Xing judged that he really came to rescue them.
The myth became a reality, and the surprise made people want to go crazy.
"Daming wins!"
Zhao Xing shouted and then jumped at the general.
The prisoners of war got up one after another and cried out with tears in their eyes, "Daming wins!"
We are just ordinary sergeants, but Daming sent these elite troops to rescue us.
Why?
Everyone thinks it's impossible, incredible!
But from this moment on, the word "Daming" is no longer an empty slogan in their hearts, but a country.
The country is deeply rooted in their hearts.
At this moment, they are willing to die for the Daming and the emperor!
"Daming wins!"
Instead of obeying Wang Yan's orders, they followed Zhao Xing and rushed to general Haley and more than 30 people around him.
After a wave of arrow rain, more than 30 people left more than 20 people.
Wang Yan should go in first and cut with his right hand.
Those black spikes rushed into the middle of the enemy. The two teams covered each other, but they broke through after ten seconds.
At the moment, the prisoners of war also rushed in. They picked up the long knife. The knife technique was unfamiliar. They only knew how to chop hard.
The remaining harlems have been forced to the side, and they can only jump in the past.
But even if you can't fall to death at this height, you can't keep your legs.
So they have to work hard.
And the general Haley was protected inside. He was a little frightened, but he was more cruel and decisive.
"It's Ming people! Ming people are coming!"
He stood watching the city.
He saw the golden palace dome, but he still didn't see the troops coming to help.
Samarkand will not be attacked, which is everyone's public opinion, so it will develop rapidly, and those caravans dare to go in and out boldly.
There will be no reinforcements.
At least not until they're gone.
When the general bowed his head again, the sergeants in front of him fell to the ground.
He raised his long knife to defend his last dignity, but a prisoner of war flew over.
"Don't die!"
Wang Yan felt that the prisoner of war was a little too excited. He scolded, and then commanded his command to intercept and kill the enemy from both sides.
More than 70 enemy troops on both sides slowed down after seeing the general and his subordinates destroyed by the instant regiment, and some fell down while running.
The enemy at the gate is the elite, and these on the head of the city are only the guard troops.
"Shoot an arrow!"
More than ten long bows fired arrows, and seven or eight enemy troops on both sides were brought down.
At the moment, under the city, Xiao Guwei and his people drove the cart to block in and in front of the city gate, leaving only a gap for people to walk.
The horses hissed uneasily. They felt the killing intention.
Xiao Guwei squinted down the street and looked into the city. He saw several children poking their heads on the side of the house. He smiled and raised his hands.
"Kill!"
Waving the long knife, the strength and skills of these black spikes are undoubtedly revealed.
There was no time to hiss. The light of the knife came when the horses who felt the danger shook their heads and gently lifted their front legs.
The long knife fell, the huge horse's head fell, and then blood gushed out of the broken neck.
The horses fell to the ground, and then the remaining struggle dragged down many carts.
The smell of blood filled the air. The children who were peeping screamed, turned and ran away.
A group of people were watching in the distance of the long street. They were outside the range of bows and arrows, so they felt safe.
The horses of the last cart were not killed, and Xiao Guwei stood on the side.
This horse is not a war horse. It has been frightened by the killing ahead and wants to turn around and run.
But it also dragged a cart and turned very hard.
"Bang!"
The car was full of big jars. When the war horse turned around, the two big jars fell and fell apart.
The jar is full of liquid and tastes pungent.
Xiao Guwei turned back and the fighting at the head of the city was also at the most critical moment.
General Halie was thrown to the ground by the prisoner of war. The back of his head hit the rigid ground heavily, and his mind was lost for a moment.
When he regained his sense of danger, he saw a prisoner of war jump up.
As soon as he had the idea of rolling to avoid, the prisoner of war sat heavily on his waist.
After a series of conduction, the breakfast was squeezed out.
A pile of food residue mixed with gastric juice spewed out. The prisoner half got up and put one knee on the general's belly.
The sharp pain made the general lose his resistance. He screamed and looked at the dozens of reinforcements coming to the right.
The reinforcements were beaten back by the black thorn face to face. The will of the city sergeant was not as firm as those fierce soldiers at the gate.
Wang Yan also saw this scene. He said, "OK! Well done! Evacuate immediately!"
Those prisoners of war wanted to help, but they didn't expect that the team to rescue them was so strong.
No, it's very strong!
Zhao Xing has been in the army for many years and is very aware of the strength of the army.
According to his judgment, if anyone in this team is left in the ordinary guard station, individual Wu Yong must be at least the top three.
And how did these individuals get together?
When did Daming have such a hundred households?
So far, there are more than 100 black thorns inside and outside.