Chapter 125 Growth "Demon Method" The Meng Yuan soldiers who were fighting with the Red Scarf Army were stunned for a moment, and then screamed at the top of their lungs.
The demonic method must be a demonic method.
The copper bell can spit fire, and it can kill dozens of people at once.
If it is not a demonic method, what is it?
The Red Scarf Army worships the Great King of Light, who is the God of Fire.
In the face of unknown dangers, people's imagination will become extremely rich.
Soon, fear spread around the corpse.
The Meng Yuan soldiers pushed each other and scrambled to escape from the gunpoint.
"Don't panic, don't panic."
Commander Zhao Wandong waved his steel knife and hacked to death one by one the soldiers who dared to turn around and flee under his nose.
"Don't panic, press on me, press on and destroy their magic weapon.
It takes time for the demon to cast a spell.
If the magic weapon is destroyed, they can't do anything."
"Don't be afraid, rush forward, rush forward and destroy the magic weapon, Liu Er.
Have you forgotten how the adults treat you?"
"Follow me and grab the magic weapon with me," Liu Er, the leader of the servants, wiped the cold sweat from his face and greeted with a trembling voice.
Others can escape, but he cannot.
He was Judge Liu's servant.
From the moment he changed his surname, his life was sold to the Liu family.
If you turn around and run away today, you will never be able to hold your head high again in this life.
"Grab the magic weapon, grab the magic weapon," the other servants shouted, and followed Liu Er as they rushed towards the gate of the Municipal Bureau of Economic Affairs.
Judge Liu Jia has always been kind to his servants, so they are all willing to risk their lives to avenge their master.
Unfortunately, they faced Xu Da today.
He had long expected that the enemy might rush over to seize the artillery.
After the two bronze cannons were fired, Xu Da immediately mobilized a group of auxiliary soldiers armed with spears to block the gate of the Municipal Bureau of Economic Affairs.
He stabbed them with spears from a high position, forcing Liu Er and others to be unable to rush up the steps.
"Bang" "bang" "bang" "bang" more musketeers climbed onto the surrounding roofs and shot more than a dozen projectiles and four or five rods.
At a distance of less than twenty steps in total, they were firing almost at their opponents' heads.
The heavy axe-soldiers wrapped in infantry armor were immediately shot down by five or six more.
The remaining ones did not dare to wait for death on the spot, so they cheered and strode back.
He squeezed the other Mongolian soldiers who were following him and staggered around.
The infantry armor weighing sixty-four kilograms, the large axe weighing twenty-five kilograms, plus the armor-wearer's own weight, the total weight of each axemen is as high as more than three hundred kilograms.
He walked backwards and stepped on his own robe's feet, causing everyone to scream.
The soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty in the back row dodged one after another, no one wanted to be trampled to pieces by the heavy armored ax soldiers.
The stalemate on the battlefield was immediately shattered.
Yi Shuizi and Wu Liangmou led the sword and shield men of the Red Scarf Army and pushed forward fiercely.
Chen De and Xu Yi commanded the spearmen to respond from the flanks and pushed the eight hundred soldiers forward.
Many soldiers of the Yuan army were pushed back continuously, stumbling on their feet.
"No retreat, no retreat."
Commander Zhao Wandong waved his steel knife, trying to force his soldiers to regain their position through killing.
Lian Laohei, who had finally climbed up to the roof, quickly discovered this person among the enemy troops.
He placed the first and only large gun among the left army on the chimney, aimed at the man's chest and pulled the trigger. the trigger.
"Bomb" one, two or three cents of gunpowder and one or two halves of projectiles.
The sound when fired is no less than that of artillery.
Thirty steps away, Zhao Wandong, a member of the Han army from Qianhu, was beaten so hard that he flew backwards.
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A hole as big as a fist appeared on his chest, and blood and minced meat fell from the sky.
"Zhao Qianhu is dead" "Zhao Qianhu was struck to death by a demon with lightning."
The surrounding Mongolian soldiers wiped the blood and minced meat from their faces, spread their legs, and fled towards the city gate screaming.
The other Mongolian and Yuan soldiers who rushed along the street to respond were knocked off their feet.
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" Liu Ziyun and others finally completed the second reloading, pulled the trigger, and fired at the target closest to them.
This time, their accuracy was much better than before.
Seven or eight Yuan soldiers who refused to retreat fell to the ground almost at the same time, staring blankly at the sky, refusing to close their eyes.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way.
The cannon is coming."
Xu Da's shout came again from the door of the Municipal Economic and Trade Department.
The auxiliary soldiers blocking the front quickly revealed two passages.
The second son of the Huang family commanded the artillery cart, squeezed to the edge of the threshold, aimed the muzzle at the densest location of the enemy troops, and fixed the base with sandbags.
"Boom" "Boom" Before the panicked enemy troops had time to dodge, the two bronze cannons once again sprayed out nearly a hundred shotguns.
At a distance of more than thirty steps, in a dense formation with cold weapons, facing artillery was equivalent to death.
Immediately, another twenty or thirty people were hit by shotguns.
They either died immediately or covered their wounds with their hands, rolling and wailing in a pool of blood.
At this time, all the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers crowded in the front courtyard of the City Council no longer had the courage to persist.
Pushing aside his companions, he ran toward the city gate.
The reinforcements that poured in along the city gate were still trying to get closer to the vestibule of the Municipal Economic Affairs Bureau.
The two sides were squeezed into a pot of porridge on the narrow street, and no one could move another half step.
"Drop bombs, drop bombs freely."
Li Ziyu, who had just ran along the city wall to the enemy tower on the other side, saw the opportunity and immediately issued an attack order.
"Throw it where there are many people.
Light the grenade and throw it where there are many people."
"Chi chi chi!"
Hundreds of grenades emitting white smoke were thrown from the enemy towers and city walls, and smashed into the ranks of Mongolian soldiers on the street.
More than 20% were thrown out and about 75% exploded on the spot.
"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" thick smoke rose into the sky with flesh, blood and stumps, dyeing half of the sky above Hanxin City red.
"Thunder in the palm, thunder in the palm, the red scarf thief brought thunder in the palm."
Unexpectedly, the attack from behind and above the head was so fierce, and the Meng Yuan soldiers who had poured into the city immediately panicked.
Abandoning the bodies of his companions, he scrambled to flee out of the city.
Grenadier Deputy Qianhu Liziyu was not willing to give them a chance to escape.
He commanded the soldiers around him and bombed them indiscriminately from above.
The area near the city gate was blown up like hell, with mutilated corpses and large and small pits everywhere.
"Wang De, Li Qi, hurry up and clear the way.
Hurry up and lead the people to snatch the enemy tower back for me."
Wanhu Baoyin, the deputy of the Yuan army, was so frightened that he hid behind the soldiers while forcing the Han generals under his command to snatch it away with a knife.
The watch tower is on the city gate.
The two Han soldiers had no choice but to agree, and each led a group of confidants to rush to the horse paths on the left and right of the city gate.
More than a dozen smoking grenades rolled to their feet, but because the fuse burned too slowly, they only blew up a few soldiers at the end of the team.
The remaining Meng Yuan soldiers were overjoyed, holding their steel swords high, and rushed towards the city wall as fast as possible.
"Well done."
Hu Dahai and Ran Zaicheng were worried that they could not help.
They blocked the horse path on the left side by side and swept across with their steel knives.
Wang De, a member of the Han army, became a ghost under the sword just by meeting him.
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The twenty-odd dead soldiers under their command were chased and chopped down by Hu Dahai and Ran Zaicheng from the connection between the city wall and the horse road to the ground.
Wherever they passed, heads were rolling in.
Ivanov and a grenadier centurion named Zhou Xiao joined forces to block the middle of another horse path.
Slashing with swords and smashing shields, the opponent was unable to advance even an inch.
Upon seeing this, Grenadier Deputy Qianhu Li Ziyu immediately ran over with a dozen brothers to help.
They slashed at them from a high position, cutting down the Han army centurion Li Qi and others until they could no longer resist, and they rolled and crawled away from the horse path.
"Put down the iron gate, close the gate and beat the dog."
Hu Dahai suddenly had an idea.
He turned back from the horse path and shouted a reminder to the brothers in the enemy tower.
"I'll do it."
Several Red Turban soldiers closest to the winch quickly pounced on it and worked together to trigger the mechanism.
"Rumble" The iron-clad gate gate controlled by ropes and winches fell from the mid-air with a harsh whistling sound.
In an instant, the inside and outside of the city gate were separated into two worlds.
"Li Qianhu, can you divide your people into two waves?
One wave will deal with the outside of the city, and the other wave will deal with the city."
Hu Dahai quickly ran back to the watchtower and shouted to Li Ziyu who was returning along the horse road. proposal.
This suggestion was quite timely.
Li Ziyu immediately came to his senses and issued an order loudly, "Zhou Xiao, you lead a team of 100 people to block the horse paths on the left and right sides.
Zhang Bao, you lead a team of 100 people to deal with the enemy troops outside the city, and do not allow them to destroy the city."
Door.
Wang Jiucheng, take the rest of the group and continue to throw grenades on the street.
I will blow up all the Yuan soldiers within reach."
"Yes" the three grenadier centurions agreed in unison, each nodded to their brothers and went off to perform their tasks.
Soon, both sides of the city gate became completely forbidden areas.
All enemy troops who dared to approach were sent to the west by grenades.
The Meng Yuan soldiers crowded on the street had to turn around again and kill in the direction of the City Council.
After passing the Municipal Bureau of Economic Affairs, there was a city gate at the other end of the street.
They had not completely lost hope of breaking out.
However, Zhu Bayi, who has gradually become familiar with the rhythm of the battlefield, is not willing to sit back and watch the cooked duck fly away.
At Xu Da's suggestion, he placed bronze cannons, muskets, sword and shield soldiers, and spear soldiers in the vestibule of the Municipal Bureau of Economic Affairs.
Open in a crescent shape.
The two black cannon muzzles were aimed at the enemy troops fleeing towards them, and they sprayed out rows of shotguns without hesitation.
The bronze cannon that fires shotguns is far from accurate.
But within fifty steps, there will definitely be a dozen of them.
The Meng Yuan elite who were the first to cut a bloody path among their own people and rush forward were swept to the ground by artillery before they could get close to the main formation of the Red Turban Army, and their blood flowed into rivers.
The monkey armor, known for its solidity and expensiveness, was torn apart like waste paper by shotguns.
"Archers, seventy outside, covering fire" "Musketeers, within fifty, aim and hit" "The two wings of the swordsmen and shieldmen are on standby to cover the musketeers at any time."
"The spearmen were arrayed, ready to meet the enemy."
Zhu Bayi raised the tin trumpet to his mouth, and every command sounded powerful.
"Nuo" the soldiers raised their voices and responded loudly.
Then, under the leadership of generals such as Aslan, Liu Ziyun, Zhu Chenze, and Huang Laoer, they fired arrows, projectiles, and shotguns at the enemy troops coming along the street in waves.
No one is born a famous general, but in this era of alternating steel swords and artillery, countless generals are destined to rise into the sky with the help of the enemy's bones.
Maybe he was called Xu Da, maybe he was called Chang Yuchun, maybe he was called Zhang San, Li Si, Hu Wu, Zhao Liu.
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