Wang Quan's Huai Army muskets fired rounds of bullets, and the archers shot out rows of light arrows. The new coats did not have any armor on them, only one shield, but the simple wooden shields could not stop the bird gun projectiles and could not resist the light arrows falling from the sky. These new coats were all the Ming people who robbed by the Qing army this time. After Dorgon shaved their heads, they were naturally impossible to equip them with armor.

This time, Dorgon had massacred 500,000 or 600,000 people in the Ming Dynasty and plundered more than 500,000 people, of which 200,000 adult males were included. Dorgon incorporated all these people into the new coat of arms and held them behind them with armored soldiers, forcing them to attack.

A young man, who looked about twelve or three years old, raised his wooden shield and blocked several arrows, but a bird gun projectile penetrated the shield and hit his arm, and the wooden shield fell to the ground. In a blink of an eye, another arrow shot the young man, and the thin boy fell down screaming.

"Pillar!" A middle-aged man rushed up and hugged the boy, and was shot by arrows in a blink of an eye. When the middle-aged man fell down, he still protected the boy with his broad back until he was shot into a hedgehog.

"Son!"

"father!"

"Brother!"

There was a burst of crying sounds from the Xinbao crowd, all of which were familiar to the Ming officers and soldiers.

"It's a sin! They were all the people of my Ming Dynasty!" Seeing Baoyi tragically died under muskets and bows, Lu Xiangsheng closed his eyes and cried.

"Supervisors, but they are fake Tartars now. If we don't kill them, they will rush up and kill us without hesitation!" Li Guodong replied.

"I don't know how that child is going," Yang Lukai said in the direction of the middle-aged man who was just shot to death. "My father was at the cost of his life, just to keep his child alive."

Baoyi Aha and others who were beaten to death by arrows and projectiles finally couldn't hold on and turned around and fled.

The Han flag soldiers behind immediately rushed up and chopped melons and vegetables, killing the retreating coats one by one, forcing the remaining coats to continue attacking.

The moment the Qing army retreated, a figure suddenly emerged from the sandbag castle and ran towards the pile of corpses all over the ground.

"Xiao Wu, come back quickly!" The Ming army general flag in the basin shouted anxiously. The man continued to run forward as if he hadn't heard it, rushing into the pile of corpses. The figure opened a corpse, picked up a young man covered in blood from the pile of corpses, turned around and ran towards the basin quickly.

"Swoosh swish swish swish" The arrow shot from the Qing soldiers pierced into the back of the figure from behind. The Ming soldier was caught in several arrows, but hugged the young man tightly. He ran to the gate of the bastion in one breath, then slowly fell down, and handed the half-grown child in his arms to the hands of other Ming soldiers.

The Ming army in the fort pulled the seriously injured brother back to the bastion. The chief flag officer asked angrily: "Why are you going to save a little Tartar?"

The soldier named Xiaowu replied weakly: "Sir, my son was enslaved by the bandits back then. He was pushed by the bandits to attack the city and shot to death by arrows. The bandits were defeated, and Bei Yi was lucky enough to escape. Thank you for the command of the king to take over. Bei Yi was able to survive until today. Today, this young man is about the same age as the son who died in Bei Yi back then. I don't know if this child is still saved. After all, he was enslaved by Jiannu..."

A Ming army stepped forward and stretched out his fingers to look among the half-grown child: "This child is still saved!"

Xiao Wu closed his eyes with relief when he heard that the boy was still saved.

The young man was sent back to the village, and Lu Xiangsheng and Yang Lukai both came up. Seeing the young man slowly awakening, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad, where is my dad?" The boy opened his eyes and cried and asked where his father was.

"Your father is gone." Yang Lukai sighed.

The boy suddenly knelt on the ground and cried loudly: "Dear soldiers, save my mother! My mother is still with Jiannu! Every night, a group of Jiannu bullies my mother! My father is gone, and I can't lose my mother anymore!"

Li Guodong came over. Xiaowu just rescued the child with his own sacrifice. Li Guodong did not advocate this behavior. After all, on the battlefield, the first thing to do is to save his life. As for saving the people who are being held by the enemy, that is not something that should be done when the two armies confront each other. Even if the enemy escorts the people who are being held by the enemy, no matter how women, children, old and weak, they should fire without hesitation and not let the enemy's plan succeed.

However, since the young man has been rescued, Xiao Wu has also sacrificed himself. This matter will be a typical example in the future. Xiao Wu who sacrificed will not receive any honors as the price for his mistakes. However, the pension for the deaths will still be paid to his family. It is said that Xiao Wu has no family anymore and is only alone, so let's raise the young man.

"Child!" Li Guodong pointed to Xiao Wu's body on the ground, "He is your savior. He sacrificed himself for you! From now on, he will be your father!"

The boy knelt in front of Xiao Wu's body and cried bitterly. Li Guodong patted his shoulder again: "Child, if you want to rescue your mother, then follow us! Do you have the courage to kill Jiannu?"

"Jiannu is too fierce, I can't beat it...but, but I want to rescue my mother..."

"If you want to rescue your mother, then follow us to kill Jiannu! If you defeat Jiannu, your mother will come back. Will you use a bird gun?"

"Yes, my dad once taught me a little."

While talking, a shout came from outside: "Jiannu is here again!"

"Prepare for the fight!" Li Guodong shouted.

The young man said, "Dear soldiers, I will follow you to kill Jiannu!"

"You have injuries on your body, and it's not too bad. Let's go down and recover from it first. Also, this braid cannot be left anymore!" Li Guodong said, suddenly pulled out the knife, cut off the rat-tail braid on the back of the boy's head with one knife, and threw it on the ground.

The Qing army's offensive this time was very fierce. With a bastion and the bird gunners and crossbowmen behind it, they could not stop the Qing army's attack at all. The Qing army, which was attacking like crazy, quickly attacked the bottom of the bastion. Someone had waved his hoe and iron pickaxe and began to dig sandbags, trying to destroy the bastion.

"Kill slaves!" A shocking shouts sounded from behind the castle. Countless Ming troops suddenly rushed out of a passage between the buildings. In front of them were a row of swordsmen, and behind them were all spearmen.

The spearmen held a spear more than ten feet long, arranged neatly in formation, and ignored the front and rushed forward. The arrows shot by the Qing army were blocked by the sword player in front with a generous shield. After a while, the spearmen rushed to the top of the trench and pierced the spears into the trench regardless of everything. Only a heart-wrenching scream sounded in the trench. The Qing soldiers who jumped into the trench were stabbed one by one into blood gourds.

A sound of horse hooves sounded, and the light cavalry of the Eight Banners galloped over and over again. They rode on the horse's back and shot round after round of light arrows. The arrows fell into the formation of the Ming army's spearmen. Although there were swords and cards shields blocking them, many arrows fell into the crowd of spearmen. These spearmen were temporarily adapted by Wang Quan using refugees. There were almost no armor. The arrows shot into the human body, making waves of arrows thrust into the flesh, and many people screamed and fell down.

"Let me go!" Lu Xiangsheng roared.

Two thousand crossbowmen of the Tianxiong Army suddenly emerged from the roof, and the crossbow machine in his hand aimed at the Meng Eight Banners Cavalry and Archer. The crossbowmen pressed down the hanging knife at the same time, and rows of crossbow arrows woven into an airtight net in the air, covering the Meng Eight Banners Cavalry and Archer.

The wailing sound of war horses and the screams of people mixed together, and the Mongolians on the horse's back fell off the horse like dumplings. For the Mongolians with only light armor on their bodies, the crossbow arrows were like shots and shots in one arrow. Their light armor was almost as good as paper-paste in front of the crossbow arrows.

The bird gunners of the Han flag of the Qing army picked up the bird guns and shot rows of projectiles. The archers of the Manchu Eight Banners took off their longbows and countered a row of arrows to the roof. However, for the Ming army with buildings, the casualties were not very large. Instead, the flames that were constantly spit out from the shooting holes of the building, overturned the Qing army's bird gunners and archers one after another, and even the most elite archers of the Manchu Eight Banners were overturned a lot.

In the trench, there were densely packed with corpses, most of which were Baoyi Aha's corpses, and a few Ming army spearmen who were shot to death rolled into the trench. The corpses in the trench became higher and higher, and the trench was quickly filled.
Chapter completed!