If there were no cavalry teams to attack this time, perhaps the first thing that collapsed would be themselves.

According to Li Xiao's order, the cavalry team did not chase the defeated soldiers, but turned around to the west wall, and then walked from the west wall to the north wall, preparing to attack Li Xiao's infantry, who was fighting to the death inside, and attacked the Tatars who were attacking the north wall.

"All cavalry set out and try their best to block Li Xiao's cavalry!" Jiala'er truly loved Bali, regretted it, and shouted this sentence at the top of his lungs to the more than 300 cavalrymen beside him.

The Tartar cavalry immediately roared and rushed forward.

It's too late.

The cavalry of Li Xiao's army, who had fully accelerated, turned around from the west city wall and tried his best to charge, was like a fierce and vicious huge spike, and pierced into the back of the Tartars formation under the northern city wall.

The back. The chrysanthemum!

The Tatar army formation on the northern city wall, which was also like a huge piece of bread, was immediately cut open by this sharp knife.

The Tartars finally collapsed.

They were like Tartars on the south wall, and they turned around and fled in panic.

At this time, the cavalry sent by Jialaerzhen had just arrived.

At this time, Li Xiao's cavalry had re-entered the fort, and the gun and shield battle formation in front was also re-arranged.

Several cavalrymen who could not hold their mounts rushed straight towards the re-launched gun-tip forest and were immediately stabbed through all their horses.

The remaining hundreds of cavalrymen, seeing the unfavorable momentum, had no choice but to draw their swords and retreat back to the Tartars's formation.

Li Xiao, who had been killed in blood, also did not seek pursuit.

Because at this time of the battle, no one in Li Xiao's army had such physical strength anymore.

On the city wall, the remaining Ming troops who were captured were at a loss, and they knelt down and surrendered to Li Xiao's army.

This battle of life and death only takes a moment, and the victory and defeat only takes a moment. The extremely difficult and dangerous battle to defend the city was finally over.

Jia Lae Zhen Ai Bali, the fierce look in his eyes was gone, and he looked dull and asked someone to count the number of soldiers in the entire army.

Soon, the result was reported that among the remaining infantry in the entire army, except for the more than 300 cavalry, the remaining Jurchen soldiers were 460, the Mongolian soldiers were 246, and the Han army was 285.

A big defeat!

A complete defeat!

Unexpectedly, with thousands of elite troops, Jiala Ezhen, the most valued confidant of the banner leader Dege, who had been through the battlefield for a long time, would be defeated by the commander of the Ming army, Li Xiao, so cowardly.

Such shame is enough to sweep away your past glory!

Li Xiao, if we fight again tomorrow, I will not kill you, a dog thief, into meat sauce, and I will never be a human being!

"I passed this general order to abandon the people of the Ming Dynasty, escort the baggage and retreated, and returned to Datong Town to meet with the banner master." Jia Lae really ordered, and was weak.

"master......"

Seeing that Jialae Zhenai Bali was so depressed, Niulue Zhenta Lamu, Chabulu and others all had tears in their eyes and sobbed in their throats.

Only Niu Luezhen Baiktu, who had defeated the battle earlier, and Zhifu, the deputy chief of the Han army, also had a look of dismal expression on his face, but Aibali could feel that these two people were not much sad.

Aibali knew the current thoughts of these two people. Because everyone was defeated, no one would easily laugh at him as the defeated general. Ban Zhifu of the Han army made a lot of efforts in this battle, so it was difficult for him to take him to take his life.

At dusk, Jialaerzhen Aibali led a group of remaining Tartar soldiers, escorting food, supplies, and the flags slowly retreated south in a scattered manner.

Seeing the enemy leaving in such a mess, there was a cheer that almost broke the eardrums at Jinjiazhuang Fort.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Kill the Tartars and gain fame!"

"Kill the Tartars and go to heaven!"

From this arduous battle to defend the city, Li Xiaojun's army, who finally survived, roared out his joy. Some soldiers also thought of this heavy casualties and injuries, and the brothers who had been together day and night were now separated by yin and yang, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Li Xiao, surrounded by laughter and crying, stood silently at the top of the city.

Standing with a knife in one hand and pressing the stool with the other hand, he was already watching the Tartars leave, looking at the dilapidated walls of Jinjiazhuang Fort, the corpses of the people stacked like mountains everywhere, and there was unhidden sadness on his strong and resolute face.
Chapter completed!