Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The last soldier stood a little outside the city gate, and the sunlight from the east shrouded him behind him.

His back is golden, against the gloom of the front.

The Ming army was just a rush, and the corpses of more than 20 Harleh soldiers were left in the city gate, and none of them suffered any loss.

"Block the door!"

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

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

Those caravans in the city gate were long gone, only a long row of carriages remained.

On the head of the city, Wang Yan had already led people to kill, and the two invincible black thorns immediately retreated to the rear.

Their bodies are sweating like syrup, and if there are no reinforcements, they will die under a chaotic sword with at most dozens of breaths of effort.

The Harlem people on the front and back of the city were desperately running toward this side, but the Ming army prisoners of war stood on the spot, surrounded by the Harlem general and his men with the black thorns.

Before, they didn't know who came, but just now someone under the city shouted and blocked the door, using Da Ming dialect.

They are hesitating because there has never been such a rescue operation.

Regardless of whether you are reading historical books or folk anecdotes, it is impossible for a country to send troops for more than one hundred prisoners of war to the capital of an unpredictable enemy.

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 all leaned on the edge of the city, squatting there, not wanting to get involved in the fight between the two sides.

Wang Yan swung the knife out, the enemy in front of him screamed, a gap opened in his belly, and the internal organs scrambled to squeeze out.

After seeing the actions of the prisoners of war, he shouted: "Our ministry is ordered to rescue you, go down the city immediately, go down the city immediately!"

Those prisoners of war raised their heads who could not believe it, and Wang Yan continued to shout: "Da Ming is victorious!"

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

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

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

"Da Ming Wan Sheng!"

Zhao Xing yelled, and then rushed to the general.

The prisoners of war all got up one after another, crying with tears in their eyes: "Da Ming wins!"

We are just ordinary sergeants, but Daming sent these extremely elite troops to rescue.

Why?

Everyone finds it impossible, incredible!

But from this moment on, the word Daming was no longer an empty slogan in their hearts, but a country.

This country is deeply rooted in their hearts.

At this moment, they are willing to die for this Daming and that emperor!

"Da Ming Wan Sheng!"

They didn't obey Wang Yan's order, but followed Zhao Xing and pounced on General Halle and the more than thirty people around him.

After a wave of arrows, more than 30 people were left with more than 20 people.

Wang Yan went in first and swung a knife with his right hand to chop continuously.

Those black thorns rushed into the middle of the enemy army, and the two teams covered each other, but after ten breaths, they pierced through.

At this moment, the prisoners of war also rushed in. They picked up the long knives, and they only knew how to chop hard.

The remaining Hariths have been forced to the side, and they can only jump down after passing by.

But even if you can't fall at this height, don't try to keep your legs.

So they have to work hard.

And that General Harie was guarded at the innermost, he was a little worried, but more cruel and decisive.

"It's Ming Ren! Ming Ren is here!"

He stood there and looked at the city.

He saw the magnificent dome of the palace, but he still didn't see the army coming to help.

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

There will be no reinforcements.

At least there won't be until they are annihilated.

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

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

"Don't die!"

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

There were more than 70 enemy troops on both sides. After seeing the generals and subordinates being wiped out in a flash, some of them slowed down, and some fell over while running.

The enemy troops at the city gate are the elite, and these on the city head are just guard troops.

"Let the arrow!"

More than a dozen longbows shot arrows, and the enemy troops on both sides were brought down seven or eight.

At this moment, under the city, Xiao Guwei drove the cart with people and blocked it in and in front of the city gate, leaving only a gap for people to walk on.

The horses hissed uncomfortably, and they felt the killing intent.

Xiao Guwei squinted his eyes down the street and looked towards the city. He saw a few children peering at the side of the house, he smiled slightly, and then raised his hands.

"kill!"

With the long knife swinging, the power and skill of these black thorns are undoubtedly revealed.

Before it was too late to scream, the horses that felt the danger shook their heads, and when they gently lifted their front legs, the light fell.

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

The horse crashed to the ground, and then the remaining struggle dragged down many carts.

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

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

The horse of the last cart was not beheaded. Xiao Guwei stood on the side~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This horse was not a war horse, and had been frightened by the killing ahead, so he wanted to turn around and run.

But it was still dragging a big car, and it was very difficult to turn around.

"Bah!"

The car was full of big jars, and when the horse finished its turn, the two big jars fell down and fell apart.

The jar was filled with liquid and it smelled a little pungent.

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

General Halle was thrown to the ground by the prisoner of war, 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 leaping up.

As soon as he had the thought of rolling and avoiding, the prisoner of war sat down heavily on his waist and abdomen.

The huge impact squeezed the abdominal cavity, and after a series of transmission, the breakfast was squeezed out.

A pile of food residue mixed with gastric juice spewed out, and the prisoner of war half stood up, putting one knee on the general's abdomen.

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

The reinforcements were beaten back by the black thorns as soon as they faced each other. The will of the defending sergeant was not as determined by the fierce soldiers at the gate.

Wang Yan also saw this scene, he said: "Okay! Good job! Evacuate immediately!"

The prisoners of war wanted to come to help, but I didn't expect this team to rescue them to be so powerful.

No, it's very tough!

Zhao Xing has been in the military for many years and is very aware of the strength of the military.

According to his judgment, any person in this team was thrown into the ordinary guard, and the individual Wu Yong must be at least the top three.

And how did these guys with strong personal powers get together?

When did Daming have such a hundred households?

So far, the total number of black thorns inside and outside is exactly one hundred.