The Mongolian cavalry saw the big gap in the south gate of Malian Fortress, and even knew that as long as they launched a fierce attack, the gap would only grow bigger and bigger. However, the Ming army's actions made it difficult to understand the details, and the gap looked like a beast.

Open bloody mouth.

They were wandering outside, and the Ming army ignored them at all. Once they were close to the range, arrows would definitely fly to Malian Fort.

After several tests, they still couldn't figure out the details of each other's background, and did not know how many people there were inside, and whether they could really eat this Malian Fort that collapsed the city wall.

"Kill!"

"Run!"

"Kill!"

...

The Mongolian cavalry dispatched several tentative teams, but they belonged to different tribes. Several irritable leaders made a bluff of their momentum to attack several times.

Whether it is the Ming Dynasty or Mongolia, obeying orders is the duty of a soldier.

Although they also have many leaders of the pro-war faction, the leader of this main force is Huang Taiji, who is the one who has the right to sound the horn of the offensive.

The moon gradually rose higher, facing several bluffs from the Mongolian cavalry, especially when several cavalrymen were clamoring at Malian Fortress together, the gate of Malian Fortress suddenly opened, and a series of red lanterns hung on it.

this……

When the Mongolian cavalry saw that Malian Fort opened the city gate on his own initiative, they were embarrassed to bluff again for a moment, so they had to go back to report the situation to Huang Jitai.

This has been the case since ancient times, and the head coach is often the key figure in determining the direction of the battlefield.

If it were the head coach with a reckless personality, he might have sounded the horn of the attack as soon as the wall broke out. However, Huang Taiji, who could become Altan's heir, was no longer a reckless person, but a cautious person.

After learning about Ma Fang's actions, he thought of more and directly issued an order and said: "If you send the order, all departments should be more vigilant and beware of Ma Fang sending people to steal the camp!"

"Yes!" Several Mongolian leaders exchanged glances, and then followed the orders in a regular manner.

Huang Taiji had not considered the possibility of Ma Fang's bluffing, but seeing that Ma Fang had not built fortifications from beginning to end, even if the city wall collapsed, he chose to make a fire and cook. This madman Ma was already waiting for him to attack him.

Now that the other party took the initiative to open the city gate, it made it clear that the other party was already stubborn and not afraid.

Although not attacking in the face of provocation was a bit of a dampening morale, if he fell into the trap and suffered a defeat, his position would probably be threatened by other brothers.

When Huang Taiji thought of this, he decided to continue to follow Ma Fang here, and his eyes surged with anticipation and looked to the south.

Time has come to the second half of the night. Wanquan Zuo Acropolis seems quiet, with only a small half-circular moon hanging in the sky, surrounded by starlight.

A Mongolian cavalry led by Zhao Quan walked south on the starlight and quietly came to the small woods outside Wanquan Zuo Acropolis.

As they faced the dilemma of Malian Castle, they came to Wanquan Zuo Acropolis this time and had already made a perfect plan, and the goal was to eat this city.

"Military advisor, are your believers really reliable?" Tulibadi was a brave young Mongolian man who looked at the towering city wall through the trees and asked with high fighting spirit.

"You can just let yourself be happy, just wait for the city to enter the city. You set fire to the city and cause chaos, and then defeat the Ming troops everywhere!" Zhao Quan had been planning tonight for many years and seemed confident to capture it.

Ticket guarantee.

Tulibaba asked his subordinates to check around, and his brows frowned slightly and said, "What's going on? Why haven't the fourth brother arrived yet?"

Zhao Quan also didn't expect that Hamu Du'er dropped the chain at this critical moment. He looked up at the time and said seriously to the Tulibaba: "I'm afraid the harvest in Dijinbao is too abundant.

Now, we have three thousand people here. Are you still afraid that we can't eat this city?"

"This is just a small acropolis in the Ming Dynasty. My three thousand men are enough!" Tulibata responded confidently with his courage.

In the original plan, they joined forces with Hamu Baduer. But this is the case on the battlefield. The plan has always been unable to keep up with the changes, and now they still have to continue to launch according to the established deployment.

At the third hour of the Yin hour, a large number of white lotus believers with red scarves suddenly appeared on the blue brick street of Wanquan Zuowei City, and they rushed towards the North City Gate together.

A goalkeeper guarding here suddenly turned against the water and actually helped the White Lotus believers and rushed towards the soldiers guarding the city gate.

After a sound of weapons colliding came from the city gate, the north city gate also slowly opened, and a firework bloomed in the bright night sky.

"Kill!"

When Zhao Quan saw this signal, he knew that the chess piece he arranged had played a key role, so he slapped his horse and rushed out of the forest and ran straight towards the city gate.

The soil power behind him was not slow to wait for the Mongolian cavalry, and they also slapped out of the forest.

"The Tartars are here, protect the city gate!" The general on the top of the city found the figure of Mongolian cavalry outside the city and shouted loudly.

Once Wanquan Zuowei City is lost, it will be unimaginable! Not to mention the strategic significance, the innocent people and the families of soldiers in the city will be unable to escape the bloodbath of the Mongolian cavalry.

The whole city was said to be big or not, and this sound quickly broke the tranquility of the city, and many families in the city lit up lights. However, the curfew in the military city is even more strict and ordinary people will not be allowed to take to the streets.

"Kill!"

When Zhao Quan saw the open city gate in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but flash an excited light, and he continued shouting loudly with his Mongolian waist knife in his hand.

He was an ambitious person and had always longed for Altan to enter the Central Plains. His military advisor could also be named a king and a prince and a prime minister, becoming a figure like Wang Shixian.

The most important thing is that he does not like the cold and monotonous life as the grassland. He yearns for the "painted boat rides in spring and dawn smoke, and the silk tubes brush the elm seeds all over the city."

It is precisely because he has been tirelessly giving advice to Altan, and even letting his believers act as victims, hoping to become the lord of the Central Plains one day.

"My sons, all you want is in the city, rush!"

However, the soil power bar exceeded Zhao Quan easily, and his eyes were also radiating, and he shouted loudly with his Mongolian waist and blade holding high.

He didn't have much ambition, just thinking about the women in the city and gold, silver and jewelry, and at the same time, he could satisfy his desire to kill, and was eager to lead his troops to bloodbath this Ming city.

The moon hung high in the sky tonight, and a blood-red halo appeared faintly. It was already a bloody night.

The Mongolian cavalry was very fast. Although the forest was several hundred meters away from the city gate, it seemed that in just a blink of an eye, the vanguard had already entered the city gate.

Of course, they also knew in their hearts that the gate of the city in front of them was actually just the gate of the city, and the main gate of the truly Wanquan Left Crusade was behind, and the main gate was nearly twenty meters deep.

Boom!
Chapter completed!