The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 71: Fighting to Death
"kill!"

As the sun was at its highest point in the sky, the ferocious soldiers of the Blue Banner bit their swords, carried long ladders, and pushed various siege equipment, vowing to break through Jingbian Fort.

The shouts of killing were heard everywhere, and the birds in the sky were frightened. They flapped their wings and flew away without looking back, staggering.

The sky was filled with arrows, hard boulders and rolling logs. The two sides fought back and forth, holding their breath, neither side was willing to give up, and a brutal offensive and defensive battle began.

"Fourth Uncle, be careful!"

Situ Jianrong exclaimed, and then used the "Inner Eight Route, Outer Nine Route" Songshan sword technique to knock down the sudden arrow.

Five whole days passed, and the Later Jin army came like a tide. Their fearless fighting style even frightened Situ Jianrong, the elite disciple of the Songshan School.

Fights in the martial arts world are mostly fought one-on-one, with each fighter displaying exquisite sword and palm techniques and competing in internal strength. Fights involving dozens or hundreds of people can cause a sensation in the martial arts world.

It was not like a life-and-death war where thousands of lives fell in an instant. Every time the enemy killed one, there was another, as if they would never be killed enough. A feeling of despair gathered in my heart.

"Master, you guys go down and rest first, leave this to me."

Looking at the exhausted Situ Jianrong and other elite disciples of Songshan School, "Big Yin-Yang Hand" Le Hou immediately rushed into the crowd.

The surging internal force surged out, turning into yin and yang, condensing on his hands. With a casual wave, the thick armor became like paper and his chest collapsed.

In a moment, more than a dozen Jiannu soldiers who climbed onto the city wall were all killed by him.

"Where are the people? Where did they go? Quickly shoot the arrows and don't let the Tartars come up."

"Those who can't use a bow and arrow, throw them with stones. I'll kill one for each one I kill."

On the city wall, Ouyang Zerong, the garrison commander of Fuzhou Guard, was wearing a black armor and wielding a goose-feather knife in his hand. His sharp sword skills were like a rushing river, and he killed one person with every blow.

Being able to become a garrison commander, Ouyang Zerong is not a good-for-nothing as people say, but has some skills.

With sufficient resources and instruction from famous teachers, Ouyang Zerong, who is around 40 years old, is brave and vigorous on the path of martial arts. He has already reached the fifth level of martial arts and should not be underestimated.

"My lord, all the brothers are dead."

Deputy General Yan Qingshan ran over holding a bloody, chipped goose-feather knife, wiped the blood off his cheek, and said in great sorrow.

A total of three hundred servants of high rank acted as a fire brigade at all times, rushing to the front line under the leadership of Yan Qingshan. Wherever the situation was critical, they would be there.

A few days passed and three hundred people were dead on the battlefield.

"They are all dead. Killing so many Jiannu is worth it."

"Brothers, have a safe journey. Don't worry. I will come down to accompany you later."

Upon hearing this sad news, Ouyang Zerong was in a daze and muttered to himself.

Ever since Fuzhou Wei fell, thinking of the tragic end of the Ouyang family, where such a large family disappeared into thin air, Ouyang Zerong decided to die.

These days, Ouyang Zerong, a dignified fifth-rank garrison commander, is constantly fighting on the city wall, just to kill one more slave of the Later Jin Dynasty and avenge his family members who were killed.

"Are you all ready?"

Amid the shrill shouts and cries of killing, Ouyang Zerong, with disheveled hair, forced himself to stay alert and spoke abruptly, holding the goose-feather knife in his hand.

"My lord, everything is ready."

Hearing this, Deputy General Yan Qingshan nodded heavily, looking at the surging Later Jin Jiannu, a deep hatred flashed in his gloomy eyes.

"Lord Beile, we can't fight any further." "If we continue to fight, our Bordered Blue Banner will be wiped out."

At the same time, in front of the central army's banner, the Niulu Zhangjing and Jiala Zhangjing of the Bordered Blue Banner gathered together. All of them had a gloomy face, and water was about to drip out of them.

After filling the trench at the cost of thousands of Han civilians' lives, the soldiers of the Bordered Blue Banner, who had been suppressed for three or four days, howled and rushed towards the impregnable Jingbian Fort like wild beasts out of a cage.

Five days later, the 7,500-man Bordered Blue Banner was beaten to a bloody pulp in Jingbian Fort, and all the Niulu were killed in the battle, resulting in complete loss.

At this moment, there were less than 5,000 people left in the entire Bordered Blue Banner, which was a heavy casualties.

"Lord Beile, we cannot retreat. We only have one last step left. As long as we work harder, we will be able to capture Jingbian Fort tonight."

With a full beard and a ferocious look, Oboi stared at everyone fiercely. After looking around like a lone wolf, he tried to persuade them with all his might.

Abahai, who was known for his bravery, would not allow himself to fail. He would conquer the Jingbian Fort in front of him even if it cost him lives.

"No need to say anything, I have made up my mind."

"Aobai, you will be the vanguard and take Jingbian Fort for me. If you fail, you will be beheaded."

Amin, wearing a dark blue armor and a black helmet, pondered for a moment, then pressed his hands down and gave a firm order.

The Eight Banners system had a strict hierarchy, and except for members of the Aisin-Gioro family, everyone else was exploited. For Amin, the Niulu under his command were the source of his power.

Under normal circumstances, Amin might have withdrawn his troops in order to preserve his strength. But this time it was impossible. He had signed a military order and vowed not to return until he had conquered southern Liaoning!
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The low sound of the horn echoed between heaven and earth. The soldiers of the Bordered Blue Banner, who had had a full meal, rushed towards Jingbian Fort with a fearless attitude of death under the leadership of Oboi.

Ignoring the rain of arrows, everyone jumped over the obstacles one by one and headed straight for Jingbian Fort.

"Third Master, the Tartars are coming."

After an incense stick of time, Situ Jianrong, whose arm was broken, covered his bloody wound and just opened his mouth to remind him when Oboi chopped off his head.

Pillars of blood sprayed on the brown city walls, adding a sense of heroism.

"Killing my nephew is seeking death!"

Looking at the tragic scene before his eyes, "Big Yin-Yang Hand" Le Hou's eyes were bloodshot, and veins were bulging on his bloody face, like a devil from hell.

Le Hou had high hopes for Situ Jianrong, the third-generation elite disciple of the Songshan School. Now, as he watched him die miserably, how could he not be angry?
"boom!"

Le Hou of the Songshan School and Aobai of the Bordered Blue Banner started fighting in an instant. Their sharp sword skills, yin and yang palm techniques, and exquisite footwork turned into afterimages all over the sky, dazzling everyone.

The violent roar was deafening, like the sound of a drum, and the explosive energy splashed in all directions, hitting the solid city wall.

In an instant, the large bluestone mined from the deep mountains broke into pieces and turned into debris that flew all over the sky.

All the soldiers within a radius of ten feet retreated hastily, tumbling and crawling, for fear of being caught in the crossfire and being beaten to death by them.

After a cup of tea, "Big Yin-Yang Hand" Le Hou stood on the city wall like a statue, his eyes wide open, blood gushing from his neck, and he gradually lost his breath.

"He's a man."

Enduring the pain in his body, looking at Le Hou who was fighting to the death, Aobai bowed and said.

(End of this chapter)