The last brave man stood a little outside the city gate, and the sunlight from the east came from behind him.

His back was golden, reflecting the darkness on the front.

The Ming army was just a rush, and the corpses of more than twenty Halie soldiers were left in the city gate, but they did not lose any of them.

"Clog the door!"

Xiao Guwei had already taken his men out of the city gate. In order to gain time, they didn't even have time to kill the last enemy.

The man stood there blankly, wondering why these enemies retreated.

The caravans at the city gate were no longer there, leaving only a long row of carriages.

On the top of the city, Wang Yan had already taken the men to kill him, and the two invincible black thorns immediately retreated to the rear.

Their bodies sweat like pulp. If there is no reinforcement, they will die under the knife for up to dozens of breaths.

The Halie people on the front and back of the city were running here desperately, while the Ming army prisoners stood there and surrounded the general Halie and his men with the Black Thorns.

They didn't know who was coming before, but someone in the city just shouted that they were blocking the door, using Ming dialect.

They were hesitating because there had never been such a rescue operation.

Whether you are reading historical books or folk anecdotes, it is impossible for a country to send troops to the unpredictable enemy capital to launch 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, not wanting to get involved in the fight between the two sides.

Wang Yan swung out with a knife, and the enemy in front screamed, a crack was cracked in his belly, and the internal organs were crowded out one after another.

After seeing the actions of the prisoners of war, he shouted: "Our army is ordered to rescue you, get off the city immediately, get off the city immediately!"

The prisoners of war raised their heads in disbelief, and Wang Yan continued to shout: "The Ming Dynasty is a thousand victories!"

Yes, for these former soldiers, nothing can cheer them up from numbness like this sentence.

As the highest official in the prisoners of war, Zhao Xing judged that this was really here to rescue them.

The myth became a reality, and the surprise made people want to go crazy.

"The Ming Dynasty has won thousands of victories!"

Zhao Xing shouted, then rushed towards the general.

The prisoners of war all stood up one after another and shouted in tears: "The Ming Dynasty is a thousand victories!"

We are just ordinary soldiers, but the Ming Dynasty sent these extremely elite troops to rescue them.

Why?

Everyone finds it impossible and incredible!

But from this moment on, the two words "Ming" were no longer an empty slogan in their hearts, but a country.

This country is deeply rooted in their hearts.

At this moment, they were willing to die for the Ming Dynasty and the emperor!

"The Ming Dynasty has won thousands of victories!"

Instead of obeying Wang Yan's orders, they followed Zhao Xing and rushed towards General Halie and more than 30 people around him.

After a rain of arrows, more than thirty people were left with more than twenty.

Wang Yan took the lead and slashed in continuously with his right hand.

The black skulls rushed into the middle of the enemy, and the two teams covered each other, but they killed each other in just ten breaths.

At this moment, the prisoners of war rushed in. They picked up the long sword. They were so unfamiliar with their sword skills that they only knew how to chop hard.

The remaining few Halie people were forced to the side, and they could only jump down after going over.

But even if you can't die of falling at this height, you can't keep your legs.

So they have to fight to the death.

And the general Halie was protected at the innermost point. He was a little nervous, but more ruthless and decisive.

"It's Mingren! Mingren is here!"

He stood there and looked at the city.

He saw the magnificent dome of the royal palace, but still did not see the army coming to aid.

Samarkand will not be attacked. This is the common argument of everyone, so it will develop rapidly, and those caravans will dare to enter and exit boldly.

There will be no reinforcements.

At least not until they are completely wiped out.

When the general bowed his head again, the soldiers in front of him all fell to the ground.

He raised his long sword to defend his last dignity, but a prisoner of war rushed over.

"I don't want to die!"

Wang Yan felt that the prisoner of war was a little too excited, so he cursed and then directed his subordinates to intercept and kill the enemy troops coming from both sides.

More than 70 enemy troops on both sides, after seeing the generals and their subordinates being wiped out in an instant, some of them slowed down and some fell while running.

The enemy troops at the city gate are the elite, and the ones on the city are just guardians.

"Shoot the arrow!"

More than ten longbows shot out arrows, and seven or eight enemy troops on both sides were knocked down.

At this moment, Xiao Guwei and his men drove the cart to block the city gate and the city gate, leaving only a gap that allows people to walk beside them.

The horses were neighing uneasyly, and they felt the murderous intent.

Xiao Guwei narrowed his eyes and looked into the city along the street. He saw several children looking at the side of the house, then smiled slightly, and then raised his hand.

"kill!"

The long sword was swung, and the power and skills of these black thorns were undoubtedly revealed.

Before there was time to neigh, the horses who felt the danger were shaking their heads and gently lifting their front legs, the light of the knife came.

The long sword fell down, the huge horse's head fell, and blood spurted out from the broken neck.

The horse fell to the ground with a bang, and then the remaining struggle dragged down many large trucks.

The smell of blood spread, and the children who were peeping screamed, turned around and ran away.

There was a group of people watching in the distance of the long street. They were outside the range of bows and arrows, so they felt safe.

The last cart of horses was not killed, and Xiao Guwei stood by.

This horse is not a war horse. It was already frightened by the killing ahead and wanted to turn around and run.

But it was dragging a big cart and turning around was very difficult.

"Bang!"

The car was filled with large jars. When the war horses finished turning, the two jars fell down and split into pieces.

The jar was filled with liquid and the smell was a bit pungent.

Xiao Guwei turned around, and the battle on the city was also at the most critical moment.

General Halie was thrown to the ground by the prisoners of war, and his head hit the stiff ground heavily, and his mind was instantly lost.

When he felt his danger again, he saw a prisoner of war jumping up.

As soon as he had the idea of ​​rolling away, the prisoner of war sat heavily on his waist and abdomen.

The huge impact force was squeezing the abdominal cavity. After a series of conduction, breakfast was squeezed out.

A pile of food residue mixed with gastric juice was spewed out, and the prisoner stood up halfway and pushed his knees against the general's lower abdomen.

The severe pain made the general lose his ability to resist. He screamed and turned his head to look at the dozens of reinforcements coming to the right.

The reinforcements were beaten back by the black thorns as soon as they met. The will of the soldiers guarding the city was not as determined as those of the fierce soldiers at the city gate.

Wang Yan also saw this scene and said, "Okay! Good job! Queue immediately!"

The prisoners of war originally wanted to help, but they didn't expect that this team that came to rescue them was so powerful.

No, it's very powerful!

Zhao Xing has been in the army for many years and is very clear about the strength of the army.

According to his judgment, any person in this team was thrown into the ordinary garrison, and his personal bravery must be at least the top three.

And how could these guys with strong personal force get together?

When did Daming have such a hundred-household office?

So far, the black thorns inside and outside have totaled more than one hundred people.
Chapter completed!