In the darkness, a dozen large triple-barbed wolf-toothed arrows were suddenly shot out, and the gunmen in the front row fell to pieces.
Lin Yu picked up his long pickaxe and rushed out from the side. The panicked gunman was unable to organize a counterattack and looked at the rampaging giant with horror on his face.
Wu Xiao took four soldiers, hid behind a row of horses, and skillfully shot the gunmen who tried to fight back.
In a matter of moments, more than a dozen people were shot to the ground.
The big triple-barbed arrows tore at the muscles, and those who were hit by the arrows all cried out in pain, rolled on the ground, and let out screams that didn't sound like human voices.
Lin Yu, who was wearing two layers of armor, looked like a violent giant beast. He led a group of Yang family servants and was responsible for flanking output.
Wei Zhao glanced at the big man Lin rushing in front, couldn't help taking a breath, and quickly called out to the two servants who stepped forward rashly:
"Don't worry, stay away from that guy!"
The guy was swinging a pickaxe that weighed more than 20 kilograms like the wind. Apart from a matchlock gun, the only other weapon left in the weapon of the Soldiers and Horses Division was a one-handed waist knife. Because the Soldiers and Horses Division deducted soldiers' pay, many people There is not even a waist sword, let alone armor. Only officers such as the corps commander and the general flag will wear it.
Since then, the long pickaxe in Lin Yu's hand has become a big killer. If they touch each other, they will either die or be maimed. The reloading of the matchlock gun is very slow, and in the dark night, such a giant steel beast suddenly appears. Normal people can't stand the sound of a mace as thick as a bowl blowing in the face with the wind. Many soldiers mistook Lin Yu for a sea monster near Zhangjiagang, dropped their matchlock guns, and fled back without their lives.
A servant of the Yang Mansion looked at the tireless Lin Yu in front of him, and then at the fire gunmen around him who were constantly being beaten away, and asked uneasily:
"Boss, what are we doing? We can't stand like this,"
Only then did Wei Zhao wake up from a dream. He turned his attention back from the mace that was constantly harvesting lives, and looked at the servants around him. He suddenly remembered his nickname Wei Yidao, so he looked at several people who were also stunned. His subordinates ordered:
"The mace in that guy's hand is too powerful. Let's stay away. Well, look for those who have been injured and go forward to touch them. Don't forget that my name is Wei Yida! A knife that kills people."
Led by Lin Yu Shen Lian, the remaining twenty people rose up bravely and killed all the No. 100 gunmen who fell at the end. There were two layers of corpses piled up on the narrow road, and the bottom layer was those who were killed by the explosion. Guard soldiers, the upper floor is the soldiers of the Bingma Division who were hacked to death and shot to death.
Tian Ergen looked at the defeat in front of him, with deep hatred in his eyes. He originally thought that this was an easy battle. Shen Lian and the others had already fled to Zhangjiagang and could be said to have entered a place of death. Unexpectedly, this dog thief actually killed so many people.
It is understandable that the guardsmen were defeated by them. Even the water camp soldiers and the Wucheng soldiers and horse division soldiers were no match for these dozens of people.
However, Tian Ergeng was not worried. In the three rounds of attacks just now, there were at least ten casualties on the opposite side. After a few more attacks, Shen Lian would have to jump into the sea and commit suicide.
Artillery from various branches in Tianjin are being transported to the port and are expected to arrive soon. Even if the dozens of people in front of them are gods descending to earth, they cannot stop the cannons.
Waiting for the Fran cannon to be in place, you don't even need to contend with this group of desperadoes anymore, just fire directly at the lucky ship at the dock.
As long as this lucky ship is sunk, this group of rebels will have no choice but to be surrounded in Zhangjiagang and wait to die.
Tian Qianhu looked at the night sky. The Chang Geng star (morning star) gradually rose in the east, and it would be dawn in less than an hour.
However, he thought that the factory boss would rush to Tianjin Wei at dawn. Such a big thing happened in Tianjin tonight. If Shen Lian could not be killed this time, the factory boss would never let him off lightly. He must be used as a scapegoat to vent his anger on the governor of Tianjin, Lu Tongzhi's uncle.
Tian Ergen knew very well that if Shen Lian was allowed to escape this time, he, the Qianhu of Jinyi Guards, would be in trouble, and he might even lose his life.
He knew Xu Xianchun very well. Mr. Xinchang was narrow-minded and a hundred times more cruel than Wei Zhongxian. If he knew that his nephew died in vain, he would not give up without killing a few people.
Thinking of this, Tian Ergen shuddered and looked back at the more than a hundred Dongchang fans behind him. Tian Ergen glanced at everyone and said to the fans whose faces were frozen black and blue:
"It's our turn. We are all old people. We won't give you any nonsense. I just want to say that there is no Shen Lian from Beizhen Fusi Baihu today. He is no longer your brother, but a traitor who has brought harm to the country and the people. He wants to kill Your family is nothing but a beast, so don’t take into consideration the past friendship, rush over, kill everyone for our family, and let the original thieves see our Dongchang methods."
The bandits agreed without saying much, and immediately pulled out the cold Yanling knives. Some people installed poisonous arrows on the short crossbows, and some began to load the three-eyed gun.
These one hundred Dongchang's most elite fans were selected by the factory's boss, Tian Ergeng, from three thousand Jin Yiwei. Not only were they skilled in martial arts, but they were also well-equipped, far superior to ordinary Ming army soldiers. Even more elite than Ye Bushou.
Tian Ergen watched these elite soldiers begin their preparations calmly. He believed that these one hundred soldiers were enough to kill all the remnants of rebellion on the opposite side. There would be absolutely no problem if one hundred people fought against more than twenty people.
Moreover, the artillery will arrive soon, and there is no possibility for Shen Lian to escape this time.
Tian Ergen nodded slightly, feeling proud of his thorough planning.
At this time, a fan suddenly screamed from the front.
"Tian Qianhe, lucky ship, lucky ship!"
Tian Ergen casually looked toward the shore. The smile that had just filled his face completely disappeared. In the dim light, Tian Qianhu could vaguely see the large fortune ship that carried the hopes of countless people like a huge ghost. , is slowly raising the sail.
"The lucky boat is running away! They picked up the anchor!"
More fans were lighting torches in front. Half a mile away, on the muddy boat, several people who looked like water ghosts were climbing up and down the mast.
"It's over! Shen Lian is running away!"
A very terrible thought came to Tian Ergen's mind.
However, he quickly calmed down.
There are ice floes everywhere on the sea. Even if you are sailing during the day, experienced sailors may accidentally hit it. Now it is all in the dark. Putting the ship out to sea at this time is no different from committing suicide.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Tian Ergen's mouth, and he ordered the Jin Yiwei fanzi who had been prepared in front:
"The rebels are exhausted, chase them and kill them all!"
Upon seeing this, the soldiers' morale immediately doubled. They jumped over the horses one after another, stepped on the densely packed corpses, and chased the lucky boat that was trying to escape.
Whoosh, two heavy arrows pierced the night sky, slamming into the two fans who were rushing forward. Fanzi suddenly stepped back as if he had been hit by a hammer.
Behind a pile of burning horses, Wu Xiao poked half of his head out, quickly looked into the distance, and then pulled out a heavy barbed wolf-tooth arrow and placed it on the taut bow.
The Hetian jade finger on his right hand was gently released, and with a buzzing sound, a heavy arrow came out of the string, passing over the layers of corpses on the ground, like a black lightning, only taking out the throat of the fan in front.
Na Fanzi sensed the danger and swung his sword in front of him. The heavy arrow hit the blade of Yan Ling Dao, making a crisp impact. The huge impact of the heavy arrow drove Fanzi's body to take a few steps back.
This heavy arrow was powerful and heavy. If an ordinary person had been hit by an arrow long ago, it would have been a knife-edge experience after many years of nine-death experience in Dongchang. A block at a critical moment allowed him to save his life.
"so close."
Before he had time to rejoice, a cold light flashed before his eyes, and a five-foot javelin suddenly shot out from the darkness in the distance like a black dragon. Before Fanzi had time to react, the fish scales on his front and back were penetrated by the javelin. He lowered his head and looked into the depths. The gunhead pierced deeply into his heart, and there was still an incredible expression in his eyes until he finally breathed his last.
In the darkness, the javelin thrown by Lin Yu hit the target with one hit. The giant held more than a dozen javelins in his arms and immediately moved to the side. As soon as he dodged, a dense rain of arrows flew from where he was standing.
Pei Dahu shouted to several guards in charge of the rear in the darkness:
"Lin Yu and Wu Xiao, leave them alone and lead your men to follow them quickly. The boat is leaving. If you can't get on the boat, you won't be able to leave!"
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