The Ming army soldiers who rushed through the gap, under the command of their respective officers and guided by the battle flags of each team, either quickly advanced inward or occupied both sides of the gap in the city wall to cover their friendly forces entering the city to join the battle.
The musketeers formed a battle formation, with muskets in front clearing the way and muskets firing in rotation from behind, advancing along the streets to kill.
The sounds of gunfire, explosions, and screams spread from the south of the city and spread rapidly.
The Han soldiers inside the city were already weak in fighting spirit. With the city walls to rely on and the pressure from the barbarians, they could barely hold out. Once the city was breached, their psychological defenses would be destroyed. How many would be willing to fight to the death for the foreign race?
Starting from the south of the city, the emergency flag had spread to the north. The alarm bells rang loudly, one after another, and the panic in the bells was obvious to everyone.
"The city has been broken!?" The old slave stared blankly into the distance, his face full of disbelief, and was so shocked that he couldn't react for a moment.
There were two earth-shattering explosions, followed by columns of smoke rising into the sky, and then - the city was breached.
How much time did it take for a city as strong as Liaoyang to be breached? The only explanation is probably that a traitor opened the door.
But Haicheng was under tight siege, and Tong Yangxing and Shuotuo inside the city would not be unaware of the extent of the danger. Didn't they block the city gates?
Suddenly, a warhorse beside him neighed. The old servant woke up as if from a dream. He frowned gloomily, raised his whip and shouted, "Attack, attack with all your strength."
It's not in my nature to watch a city fall and not take action. Even if there's little hope, I must fight with all my might. Otherwise, why mobilize and personally lead the army?
"attack!"
"attack!"
The horns blared, the shield carts rumbled forward, the Jiannu roared and roared, and finally no longer cared about casualties. While the city had not yet completely fallen, they launched a fierce attack on the Ming army camp.
"The city has been broken?!" Shuo Tuo had an expression of disbelief on his face, staring fiercely at the Jurchen officer who came to report the news.
The Jurchen officer didn't dare to look at him, but lowered his head and said, "My Lord, the enemy has blown up the city wall and is pouring in. Our army is fighting hard to resist."
"Where is Prince Consort Shi Wuli?" Shuo Tuo asked. He guessed that Tong Yangxing might have rebelled, which was why the city was breached in such a short time.
The Jurchen officer was also unsure, so he could only report the truth: "My Lord, the whereabouts of our son-in-law Shi Wuli are unknown."
The approaching sound of gunfire and the frantic waving of flags confirmed the grim news of the city's fall. Not only Shuotuo, but the officers and soldiers around him were also overwhelmed with shock, unable to react for a moment.
Shuotuo only thought about it for a moment before making a decision. He drew his sword, pointed it with all his might, and shouted, "Warriors, follow me to kill the enemy and drive them out of the city."
"Roar, shout!" Hundreds of Jiannu soldiers howled loudly and rushed forward with Shuo Tuo.
Few believed they could drive the enemy out. But the city gates were already blocked, leaving no time for escape. Furthermore, there were trenches and camps outside the city, meaning leaving would be a dead end.
Shuo Tuo thought clearly that besides fighting forward, the only way out was to surrender and survive. But surrender was something he would never choose.
Boom! The falconet fired hundreds and thousands of lead bullets, sweeping across the enemy.
In the narrow streets, the power of the loaded shotgun shells was fully unleashed. Amid screams and wails, bloody corpses were piled up and countless people were injured.
"Fire!"
Amid the officers' roars, a row of muskets leveled themselves and unleashed a dense volley of fire.
Stepping forward, another row of musketeers emerged from the crowd, raised their guns, and took aim. After the whistle sounded, the gunshots roared and thick white smoke rose.
Bombarding, shooting, and stabbing with bayonets, the Ming army relied on its fierce firepower to advance rapidly.
Han soldiers led by the Zhenyi came to stop them, but they all suffered heavy casualties under the Ming army's three-pronged attack. When most of the Zhenyi were killed and the Ming army was no longer able to suppress them, the Han soldiers abandoned their weapons and either fled or surrendered.
"Those who surrender will be spared!"
"Abandon the troops and do not kill them!"
More and more shouts turned into calls for surrender. Most of the Ming army were Liao people, and all the Han soldiers were Liao people. Hearing the familiar local accent, who would resist to the end except for a die-hard traitor?
Zheng Xiaowu pulled back the bayonet, and with the splattering of dirty blood, a wounded Zhenyi soldier turned into a corpse.
Bah! Zheng Xiaowu could still spit and curse, feeling excited that he had killed a Zhenyi. He looked quite ferocious, but it turned out to be vulnerable.
After this battle, I can wear the medal and teach those new recruits with my head held high!
After taking a few deep breaths, Zheng Xiaowu quickened his pace and caught up with his comrades.
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