Zhao Rujiao woke up and looked at the place where the loud noise was making. A few black smoke rose up. The enemy soldiers were in a panic, and the horses were storming and trampling on each other. His mount was also a little unrestrained, and he quickly tried to tie the reins. He was very surprised. Could it be that reinforcements had come? But how could they be so fast? Could it be that some accident occurred in the enemy soldiers and they were disturbing each other?

Suspicion, suddenly heard a loud shout in unison. A team of cavalry, holding shields in one hand and waving a long sword in the other. The middle was lying on the horse's back, and constantly firing musketeers and cannons, rushing in. The cavalry became closer and closer, and gradually could see their faces clearly. Zhao Rujiao saw it clearly. The first cavalry was the new general of Jinzhou, Huan Zhen. He could hardly believe his eyes. The reinforcements were really reinforcements!

The soldiers under Zhao Rujiao were exhausted and would definitely die. Now, they saw reinforcements suddenly coming. Although there were only a few people, only more than 2,000, they were like helping the twelfth month, and the remaining soldiers suddenly became strong again. Huan Zhen just threw gunpowder bags behind the enemy. Although the lethality was not very strong, these gunpowder bags were all added to iron slag, and the horses of the enemy were often injured, which became chaotic for a while. He took advantage of the panic of the Later Jin soldiers and rushed to the enemy's formation, tearing a gap, and attacked in, and rushed straight to the front of Zhao Rujiao. The cavalry divided into two wings, surrounded Zhao Rujiao and his 500 remaining soldiers in the center, raised musketeers and cannons, and fired them outwards.

Huan Zhen reached out and grabbed the reins of Zhao Rujiao's horse and shouted: "Go away!" Zhao Rujiao knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Although fighting with him might not necessarily lead to a successful breakthrough, if he did not fight, not only would he be unlucky to these 500 people, but even Huan Zhen's two thousand reinforcements would be exhausted. He nodded and shouted loudly to re-group. His soldiers fought hard for days and had already had no ammunition and shot out all the arrows, leaving only a long sword in his hand. Many horses had been shot to death and turned into infantry.

Huan Zhen also saw this and immediately ordered the Zhao army to protect the soldiers in the middle. There were two people who had no horses to ride. The iron cavalry of the Later Jin was indeed an iron cavalry, and the gunpowder bags were rioted. At this moment, he had calmed down and the feather arrows shot over like raindrops. The Ming soldiers had shields in their hands raised up to resist, but there were still some scattered arrows, passing through the gaps in the shields and hitting them. Huan Zhen knew that the Later Jin cavalry would launch a charge next time. At that time, the two armies fought hand in hand, and he would definitely not have the upper hand. He reached out and took out a special firework in his arms, shook the fire and ignited it. He saw a red fireball soaring into the sky. The enemy soldiers had never seen such things before. He was stunned. He heard a dozen roars of roars, and the flanks of the Later Jin cavalry were hit by another gunpowder bag.

The enemy soldiers exploded twice in a row. Although the people were already prepared, the horse was still afraid, not to mention that the gunpowder pack was added with iron slag. The horse was injured and began to jump in shock. Some cavalry could not control it, so they fell off the horse, and even stepped on his horse a few times. Huan Zhen took the opportunity and shouted loudly. His troops were carrying the Zhao Rujiao troops and rushed towards the most chaotic place of the enemy soldiers.

In his original intention, he wanted to be able to rush out quickly like the past. However, after just one pass, the enemy soldiers had already figured out the intention of the Ming army. When they saw the gunpowder bag coming again, they blew up a bunch of people. The cavalry on both sides immediately filled the gap, giving Huan Zhen no chance.

Huan Zhen secretly complained in his heart. He finally came here to rescue Zhao Lujiao. Are you going to die with him now? There is no way, so he had to fight hard. But if we talk about the real sword and gun, how could the Ming army get to the cavalry of the Eight Banners? It was not possible to rush out, but many soldiers fell down. He saw it and was extremely anxious in his heart, but if he didn't bite the bullet and break out of the siege, he would definitely die.

While he was wandering around and had no choice but to do anything, he suddenly heard a Liao soldier roaring loudly not far away, and his voice was very shrill. He could hear clearly in this noisy battlefield. Huan Zhen was shocked and looked back and saw that it was a subordinate of Zhao Ruo Sect, who was probably dead, and rode together with his soldiers. He thrust his body and fell to the ground. He took the opportunity to roll a few times and rolled into the Later Jin cavalry formation.

When the enemy soldiers saw such a fool coming to the door, they laughed and stretched out their long sword to cut them out, but he only rolled underground. The long sword was always a little short, and they could not cut him. A enemy soldier stomped his chest and abdomen, and the horse's hooves were half apart, and he was stepping on his legs. The Ming soldiers' thigh seemed to have been cut off, but he ignored it and tried to go deeper. Suddenly, his arms were opened, and Huan Zhen could see clearly that it was a gunpowder bag. With a loud bang, a fireball rose up. In the enemy formation, the horse neighed and was in chaos again.

Huan Zhen opened his mouth wide and stood there unable to move. Even when he was stunned, more than a dozen injured soldiers followed suit and snatched the gunpowder bags and fire notes on the reinforcements beside him. Some of them were reinforcements he brought, so he simply rushed into the Later Jin formation. Even if the man was cut to death, the gunpowder bags tied to his waist had already been ignited, and the body was dragged by the horse, and they were blown up. For a moment, the explosion was endless.

However, Zhao Rujiao woke up first and hurriedly ordered the soldiers to take the opportunity to break through. Although the Later Jin soldiers were fierce, they still had their lives. Seeing the Ming army's desperate spirit of bombing and killing the enemy, they did not dare to come forward to stop them, for fear that any Ming soldiers would suddenly go crazy and die with them. At that moment, they just chased behind them and shot arrows. Zhao Rujiao led the entire army out of the siege, ran wildly, and walked west for more than twenty miles, and arrived at an unknown hillside. Seeing that there were no pursuers behind, they stopped.

Not long after, Huan Zhen left a team to be supported, and Zhang Sishun took a detour and chased after him. He checked the injuries of the soldiers. Although his troops were only less than 300 left, Huan Zhen's subordinates also suffered heavy casualties.

After a short breath, Huan Zhen explained to Zhao Rujiao the reason why he came here. It turned out that since he set out from Ningyuan, he had asked Yuan Chonghuan to go first, and went on a journey day and night, and went twice the way. The soldiers took turns to sleep on the horse with cloth belts. Finally, he arrived at Santun Camp on the evening of the third year of the junior high school. He called under the city like Zhao Rujiao that day. He was not as easy to mess with as Zhao Rujiao. He directly asked his subordinates to take fifty steps back and throw gunpowder bags into the city with his homemade earth slingshot. Zhu Guoyan could not eat and hold this hand. He was so scared that he urinated and called Kaicheng in a stack of yellshots.

Huan Zhen also prevented him from taking revenge on suspicion, so he only rested in the outer city. While sending a wandering sentry to investigate the situation of Zhao Ru Sect, he knew that he was not allowed to enter the city in Zunhua and was forced to fight bloody battles under the city and could no longer support him. He set out again in the middle of the night. At dawn, when Zhao Ru Sect thought he was about to die, he finally caught up.

Zhao Rujiao escaped from death again. Fortunately, he looked at the disabled soldiers who had lost their hands and feet and were covered in bruises, and couldn't help but feel sad. However, he was a general after all, so he cheered up and said to Huan Zhen: "Hundred miles, the enemy attacked Zunhua Fangzheng. What do you think should you do now?" Huan Zhen pondered: "The enemy's troops are powerful, we cannot fight head-on." He reached out and took out a map from his arms, spread it out underground, and said: "I received a report when I was in Santunying yesterday. The commander had entered the pass yesterday. If he followed the original plan, he would go to Funing, Qian'an, and Yutian, it would take about the next day to arrive at Fengrun." Zhao Rujiao pondered: "There are nearly a hundred miles to Zunhua to Fengrun. Now Zunhua City is still defending. I think it would not be broken so quickly within a day or two."

Huan Zhen thought carefully, but could not remember when Zunhua City was cracked down on it. So he threw this problem aside for the time being and said, "Mr. Zhao, Zunhua cannot be guaranteed. Now we have only more than 3,000 cavalry in our hands. When the officials came, they ordered each cavalry to carry two gunpowder and several bullets. After a while, they rushed to kill, and a lot of them had been used." Zhao Shujiao sighed and said, "I know that the field combat power cannot be captured. I just want to do my best to rush into the city and defend it with my strength. How could I know that Lord Wang..."

He was very angry. Zhang Qihua interjected from the side and said, "Master General Town, we are really unfair to be subordinates! This time the Tartars suddenly broke into the border, and everyone rushed to help. King... Why should Lord Wang stop us outside the city? If it weren't for this, it wouldn't have hurt so many brothers!" He was excited. After speaking, his voice was already trembling. Several soldiers next to him agreed with him, and he said one by one, and he was gritting his teeth at Zhu Guoyan and the governor Wang.

Zhao Shujiao sighed, "What's the use of saying this now?" In fact, in his heart, Wei Shi was not hating the two of Zhu's bastards, but he believed that he had already sold his life to Yuan Chonghuan. Even if he died, he would not complain. Moreover, he was lucky enough to be saved now. The most urgent task is not to vent his complaints, but to consider how to protect the remaining 3,000 people, waiting for Yuan Chonghuan's reinforcements to be the best. He bent down and pointed to the map, and said, "Then let's go to Fengrun to meet with the commander."

Huan Zhen shook his head and was about to speak when he suddenly heard someone crying loudly not far away. Looking in the voice, it was a soldier of his subordinate who held a man in his arms, and kept calling out "Brother, brother!" Huan Zhen sighed in his heart and walked over and patted him on the shoulder. The soldier raised his head, tears rolled down, and choked and said, "Brother... My shield fell off, and my brother gave him his...Brother..." Huan Zhen squatted down and saw several arrows deep behind the man in his arms, and blood soaked his armor. He reached out to explore his breathing. He accidentally saw his face, and felt full of childishness. He had a thin beard on his upper lip, at most he looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

He knew in his heart that this young soldier was not going to succeed. Seeing his chest sank and breathing hard, his face became greener and greener, and he knew that it was probably the broken lung leaves and irrescueable. He silently pulled out his waist knife, gently placed it in his brother's hand, and turned around and walked away. After a long time, he heard a loud scream. When he turned around, he saw him lying in his brother's arms, with a smile on his face, and no longer twitching and struggling.

Zhao Rujiao called Zhang Qihua and asked him how many soldiers were injured and unable to move. Zhang Qihua was so embarrassed: "There are always three or four hundred people." Huan Zhen sighed lightly, pointing to Fengrun's location on the map and said: "There are always 160 or 70 miles to Fengrun. Our army will not be able to walk fast no matter how hard it is. If the Tartars divide their troops to chase them, they will be blocked halfway, and there will be only one dead end." Zhang Qihua said: "Master Huan, the enemy soldiers are attacking Zunhua, so they may not be willing to pursue them." Before he finished speaking, a scout, covered in mud and blood, stumbled over and shouted: "Report to the two masters, about 10,000 soldiers are chasing from the east, and now they are only ten miles away!"
Chapter completed!