"Fire the bayonet!" This was Zhao Baoshun's roar.

The guard company and Zu Dashou had box artillery, but Zhao Baoshun's soldiers had nothing but rifles and grenades. They could only use bayonets to deal with the fierce Mongols.

Zu Dashou stood under the slope with two box cannons. Whenever Mongolians appeared nearby, they would be greeted by precise bullets. After many years as a general, Zu Dashou did not let go of his skills.

Especially the box cannon, which is a skill gained from burning incense sticks in the middle of the night. As long as you raise your hand, no Mongolian can escape.

It has a twenty-round ammunition capacity and a powerful nine-millimeter bullet. This has become a nightmare for the Mongols!

However, there was only one Zu Dashou here, and many Mongolians climbed over the ditch and crossed the wall on foot. They also held rifles with bayonets in their hands and charged into the settlement howling.

I have been angry with the Han people for several years, and today I want to be completely released. Killing the Han people in front of me, capturing their women alive, and taking away their wealth is what a Mongolian should do.

Instead of being like a coward, staying in that ungrateful place in southern Xinjiang, without enough food or clothing all day long.

At first, a few settlement soldiers fought against a Mongolian, and the Mongolian soldier was quickly killed. They calmly looked for the next opponent, but slowly, more and more Mongolian soldiers came in, and these Mongolian soldiers kept throwing grenades.

At such a close distance, not only many Ming troops were injured, but many Mongolians were also injured.

However, the Mongols didn't seem to care how many people died. They shook the grenades desperately. Then they rushed forward with bayonets. Many times, they would even be blown up by the grenades they threw.

A grenade exploded less than ten meters away. Zu Dashou felt his body was hit hard. When he wanted to kill a Mongolian, he found that he could no longer lift his left arm.

Reluctantly, he raised his right hand and killed an outcropping Mongolian. Another Mongolian jumped down from the wall. The tall and powerful Zu Dashou was knocked to the ground.

The sharp dagger stood in front of his eyes. The Mongolian held the dagger in both hands and pressed it down desperately.

Zu Dashou grabbed the Mongolian's hand with one hand, but he couldn't lift his left arm. He felt that his strength was disappearing little by little. Could it be that I was going to die here?

At this moment, the Mongolian man's head suddenly exploded like a rotten watermelon. White brain matter and red blood sprayed all over Zu Dashou's face.
Chapter completed!