I saw that the city gate was like this. The eight family heads almost stared out of their eyes. Some of them swayed and almost fell off their donkeys.
"It's over, it's over, the accumulation of more than 250 years of my Fan family. It's all over now. Damn the Mongolian Tatars. I swear I won't let you rest." Old Man Fan beat his chest and stamped his feet, crying loudly. The nephews and nephews around him quickly tried to persuade him.
Several other family heads also roared angrily and cursed.
Zhang Shize and Yang Fan were eating happily when they suddenly heard crying outside. It interrupted Mr. Zhang's interest in eating and stuffing. I couldn't help but curse: "These old immortals, why are they mourning?"
Yang Fan glanced at him speechlessly, then licked off a small bunch of squid filled with sauce. Then he looked back.
I couldn't help but exclaim in my heart, fuck, fuck, fuck. Is this something humans do?
As the engineers moved open the broken city gate, the carriage drove into the city. Along the way, there were only four city walls. Apart from the buildings on the walls, only the Wenchang Pavilion in the center of the city stood naked. Extremely eye-catching.
"Damn it, no wonder these old men are crying so miserably. Was this family's family thrown down a mountain by a powerful man?" Zhang Shize was stunned in shock.
Only Yang Fan knew the reason. The Qianhu that An Sanxi killed back then was a disciple of the eight major business groups. Except for Lin Yueru's subordinates, the others who were chasing him were the swordsmen of the business group.
Lin Yueru had no personal enmity with him, it was just business. But these business group An Sanxi must be full of hatred.
He arranged for him to raid the headquarters of the eight major business groups. He must have thought that this was a deliberate opportunity for revenge. He won the gold medal and ordered the arrow to retaliate even more.
In fact, Yang Fan really didn't think so much. It is purely a cavalry force that is close and has strong maneuverability. The infantry army had just set off at this time and had just left Malanguan. After all, they were infantry, and it would be difficult to march in heavy snow and wind.
However, Yang Fan felt that although An Sanxi had wiped Zhangjiakou off the face of the earth. To vent the hatred in my heart. But he should not torture or massacre prisoners without his own orders.
After all, he knew that military law was strict and he valued military discipline. Moreover, Yang Fan's army has a modern military structure. The setup is complete and each authority department performs its duties.
The design of this set is to use rules and regulations to control people to death. If anyone goes out of line, nothing will be done. There are checks and balances on each other, and no one person alone can control this army.
The military supervision system will work to correct the wrong behavior of military chiefs at any time.
The army and his entourage came to Wenchang Pavilion. Yang Fan and Zhang Shize got off the carriage. The two of them looked at the tall bluestone fortress building in front of them with some depression.
"Has this been bitten by a fucking dog?" Zhang Shize said to himself as he looked at the female wall with gaps everywhere.
The walls of Wenchang Pavilion were piled with dead bodies. Yang Fan looked at them and glanced at them. It was obvious that dozens of cavalry soldiers were killed and could not be defeated. An Sanxi ordered to stop the attack.
It makes no sense because there are too many casualties. The entire city has been occupied, and these garrison soldiers are not the target of the battle.
Seeing His Excellency Wenchang's arrival of another large group of people, the people above immediately cried out in despair.
"It's over, it's over, the Mongols are back."
"This is too much, overwhelming."
Hei Yunlong was shot in the chest. Fortunately, he wore thirty layers of soft armor sewn from silk under his fish scale armor.
The bullet was fired from a distance, and its kinetic energy was exhausted. It blocked the steel-cored lead bullet, but the sternum was fractured. Finally saving his life, he tried to sit up.
Seeing that the female relatives were all kneeling on the ground crying, they smiled miserably and said, "Come here, two evildoers, help me up."
Hei Minglian and Hei Mingxiao limped over and helped their father up. Heiyunlong panted for a while. Came to the dilapidated Dokou.
Although this bluestone fortress is strong these days, it has been repeatedly bombarded by camel cannons, causing heavy casualties among the servants.
Especially the shotgun is so damn hard. With one shot, overwhelming steel balls and iron sand were sprayed towards the windows and mouths of the fortress. The steel balls were shot in through the windows and would even bounce off after hitting the wall. If you are not careful, you will end up becoming a sieve.
And that firearm that can shoot continuously is like the fire whip of the devil in hell. The bricks and shards are flying, and the dense bullets are so dense that people can't dodge them at all.
This kind of continuous-fire weapon fires dozens of rounds, and basically the person being targeted has no chance of survival. This is completely a surface-based anti-personnel weapon.
"What the hell are you calling for mourning? I was born as a member of the Ming Dynasty, and died as a ghost of the Ming Dynasty. If the earthen jar is not broken outside the well, the general will inevitably die in the battle. He died in the right place, how extraordinary, how extraordinary, magnificent."
Hei Yunlong was reciting his last words of life generously and boldly. He is uneducated and doesn't know a few words. But I have loved listening to storytelling since I was a child.
In his memory, those loyal ministers and famous generals all made such an impassioned speech in the end, and then left their names in history.
He was about to continue when suddenly Kuro Mingtaka poked him with his arm. Heiyunlong glared at the little brat.
Heiyunlong cursed: "You evil beast, why did you stab me?"
Hei Minglian and Hei Mingxiao looked strange and flushed, and said coquettishly: "Dad, why are you hysterical? There are many people watching below."
Bai Yunlong, who was dancing and performing impassionedly, looked down.
He saw two young and outrageous generals, dressed in the robes of a second-grade military attache, holding their hands behind their backs and looking at him with strange expressions.
Among them, the general on the left was wearing a python robe. He was suddenly excited, "Your honor!"
Behind them, a group of third-, fourth- and fifth-grade civil and military officials all looked at the dancing Heiyunlong with constipated expressions.
It can be seen from the clothing that some of these people are generals from the Beijing camp, some are censors, some are officials from the Sixth Ministry, and some are clearly factory guards.
Further back, there is a dense military formation, with spears like a forest, and the mandarin ducks' war coats are as red as blood, and they are as red as a sheet.
These soldiers had serious faces. They looked at the silence of the little hundred thousand people, and they all looked at themselves in confusion.
"Uh, this is" Hei Yunlong pointed downwards with trembling hands.
He Kui, the counselor of Xuanfu West Road, almost died of anger. Hei Yunlong was his subordinate. Today, his old face was really humiliated in front of all the officials.
"You black guy, you are talking nonsense, retract your dog paws. Uncle Dingyuan, can you point it out? Get out of here."
Heiyunlong was stunned just now, but he was so excited that he finally came to his senses. This is the attack from the 80,000 people from the Beijing camp. The Mongols ran away.
Black Cloud Dragon immediately ran down the fortress rolling and crawling, and knelt down in front of Yang Fan with a plop, wailing and crying.
"Uncle, you are finally here. The little ones are looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally you are here. I am clinging to this Wenchang Pavilion, and I really can't hold on any longer. If you don't come, I will prepare the whole family to self-immolate." Thank you, Emperor."
He Kui kicked him angrily. The bastard didn't know if he was acting or if he really had a mental breakdown. Holding Yang Fan's thigh and crying loudly.
It made Yang Fan so embarrassed.
