On the chaotic battlefield, artillery shells were flying everywhere. Sun Yuanhua was not the only one who tried to aim beyond the range. After the Xinghe Army learned of Sun Lao's extreme attempt, many gunners who thought they were top-notch in skills were secretly competing with each other.
The second round of bombardment did not limit the direction, and the decision-making power was delegated to the soldiers on the position.
Xinghejun wasted the effort of the boss to teach everyone how to read and understand. Of course, it was not to get a bunch of parts that only knew how to obey.
Being part of a team, being an artilleryman. Always thinking about how to make the cannonball land accurately. What kind of artillery range can expand more battlefield advantages is necessary.
The cannonballs fall for maximum results, so it's not surprising that everyone tries to behead them together.
But no matter what, Sun Yuanhua's cannon was the command. The moment the cannon roared, it immediately awakened Jie Lei.
Today, the Xinghe Army is the catastrophe of Li Jiucheng's life and death!
Bursts of thunder fell, covering the thief's head position. How many of the personal guards who guarded the so-called 'Marshal Du' died inexplicably under stray shells.
Once the cannonballs fall, who cares about the heroes?
Li Jiucheng's body was broken in half in just an instant. Blood surged all over Zhu Wannian's face!
Seeing this arrogant 'Capital Marshal', this evil traitor who betrayed his country and his faith ended up like this. At this time, Zhu Wannian was opening his mouth, showing an extremely crazy smile.
His spirit was already boiling, savoring the taste of blood spreading in his mouth, savoring the joy of revenge.
The scattered shells don’t know which gun they came from. All we can know is what happened after the shells fell.
It only takes a moment for the cannonball to fall, and the human body's structure is simply vulnerable to any extreme force.
It's as if the torrent of history never pays attention to the ideas of the people.
Blood flew and splashed everywhere.
Zhu Wannian was hung on the commander's flag, not too far away.
The splattered blood dyed his body red, and then he licked it into his mouth to taste the flesh and blood of his enemy.
At this moment, the scholar could only feel the delicious taste of the blood of the rebels and bandits in his mouth. His mouth was wide open and he didn't know what he was laughing at.
"Be born a wonderful man, and die a fierce husband! This is not what we should do!"
Zhu Wannian's voice got louder and louder, and more and more shells exploded around him.
The crazy scholar with half his body dyed red, leaning against the handsome flag.
This picture shocked many traitors for a while!
"Be born a wonderful man and die a loyal husband...that's not what we should do!"
Zhu Wannian yelled this sentence over and over again, completely disregarding life and death!
Where did this cannonball come from?
How could this damn cannonball fly so far and yet kill the so-called 'Marshal'! ?
If anyone was to say who was the most flustered in this chaos, it must be Kong Youde.
Although ancient Chinese civilization is different from the feudal dynasties in the West that can shamelessly call themselves kings by guarding a castle, it is not so good.
In ancient times, in order to rule a larger territory, in order to give the people in the vast land more reasons to obey.
Religion has always played a considerable role. Kong Youde has qualifications and brains but does not have the courage. This is why Li Jiucheng acted as the leader and became the so-called marshal of the capital, as the first person in the team.
At this time, the tragic death of the so-called first person caused fluctuations, and Kong Youde felt a little guilty.
He was messed up.
In this chaotic world, if you are in chaos, your opportunities may be taken away by others.
The guards under Li Jiucheng's tent reacted very quickly. The young man named Fang Huai rushed out immediately with a spear. The spear directly penetrated Zhu Wannian, who was still laughing maniacally. After several consecutive stabs, he was cut off. The rope on his body lifted him up, swinging him around and then driving him to the ground.
"Monster! What spell did you use to harm my handsome man!?"
Zhu Wannian was a scholar, but he developed martial arts skills.
A mortal body will definitely feel pain if it is penetrated, and the blood will become colder and colder as it passes.
But Zhu Wannian still had a tough mouth. "Rebel! No matter how resounding his name is, he is just a traitor and a traitor! I am not the one who needs to harm him, but you are the one who is so eager to kill me... you must be scared, right?"
Zhu Wannian was seriously injured and could only squirm a little.
This squirming man of iron bones did not face the enemy who caused him to be like this, nor did he deliberately look for the direction of the Ming Dynasty's military formation.
He found a piece of wood that could support him, and regardless of whether it would hurt to use the piece of wood as a support, Zhu Wannian hugged the piece of wood and let the blood from the wound dye his clothes red little by little. He only cares about whether his waist is straight.
"You treacherous ministers and traitors! You have all seen the fate of the leader of the thieves. This is the power of God! You... surrender quickly... maybe you can..."
Such persistence may be meaningless, because the rebels were already in chaos at this time.
The moment before he lost consciousness, Zhu Wannian seemed to see a bright red flag running towards him...
Is it true that Li Jiuzheng's personal guards are busy seeking revenge because they are truly serving Li Jiuzheng at a stall where Li Jiuzheng has been torn apart by shells?
The fight for the title of revenge for the capital marshal may be just some preparation for seizing power.
The Rebels are not monolithic, never have been!
And as Li Jiucheng was half-gouged off by a cannon flying from the sky, the divisive nature of the team was infinitely magnified.
Li Jiucheng still respected Kong Youde in his heart, but the same could not be said for his generals.
"Retreat! All retreat! Don't go head-to-head with the Xinghe Army. Retreat! All units maintain their organizational structure and retreat in an orderly manner. Don't worry about the forward artillery formations trapped in the melee. Retreat immediately..." Kong Youde gave the order in the chaos. Gather people.
"What!? Do you want us to give up our elite artillery camp? How many bad horses does the Xinghe Army have? How many scoundrels do we have? Just give up?"
Kong Youde watched Fang Huai and himself push the cylinder, but he was helpless.
Romance always tends to exalt humble lives, but in fact, the truth that people will die when they are killed has never been shaken.
Did Li Jiucheng's violent death shock Kong Youde?
Kong Youde did not rebel voluntarily, he was just coerced by the tide. Does he still have a trace of conscience in his heart?
If it weren't for his cowardice, or if he wasn't still hesitant. Why did the title of 'Marshal Du' fall to Li Jiucheng, who was less qualified than him?
Kong Youde's will may not be firm enough, but Li Jiucheng's personal soldier in front of him is obviously trying his best to get the upper hand.
He couldn't suppress the opponent's momentum.
"Brothers under Marshal Du! Don't panic! Follow me and counterattack!!!"
At this time, Huang Dayong had left the artillery camp suppressed by subsequent forces and joined the cavalry led by Huang Dapeng and others.
With the next blow, he went straight to win the title of Commander!
(End of chapter)
