"Old Miyamoto! I passed through Nagasaki last year and heard from Ming merchants who were based on outlying islands (see note 1) that the Kaiyuan Army was unparalleled in combat power, the Ping Liao Marquis was brave and invincible, and even the old Yihachi (Nurhachi) Huang Taiji was not. His opponent. Now you are rashly starting a war against Akito without the domain lord’s order, I’m afraid it’s inappropriate!”
"rude!"
"If they dare to kill Musashi, they are enemies of the Hosokawa clan! Kill them all, who knows? Fire!"
The old man pulled out the sword from his waist and slashed at the Hosokawa samurai who was trying to persuade him. He was held tightly by several people around him.
The warrior took a few steps away and complained in a low voice:
"Blinded by hatred, ignorant and fearless, the Hosokawa family is in great danger!"
The old man was so angry that he pushed away several warriors who were trying to stop the fight, pointed his sword at the Japanese gunner, and ordered the cannon to fire.
The third son of Miyamoto Katsunari was attacked by the despicable and insidious Ming people just now, and unfortunately died in a duel.
The elder saw with his own eyes that Musashi was cut into two pieces by the Yanling sword, and the upper part of his body fell on the deck, his eyes still blinking.
It can be seen that Musashi is still full of nostalgia for this world.
The revenge of killing a son must not be unavenged.
"Sink the lucky ship!"
The five Japanese gunners quickly raised their torches and lit the fuse behind the Franco machine gun's powder tank.
The surrounding samurai ronin took a few steps back and looked up at the scarred fortune ship twenty steps away.
The French cannon at the rear of the Fuchuan was ignited at the same time, and it was still fighting a trapped beast.
"Boom! Boom!"
Five three-pound iron balls stuck to the sea surface and hit the bow of the Fuzhou ship hard. Several shocking large holes were smashed into the deck, and wood chips like raindrops were splashed.
Two iron bullets fired from the stern of the Fu ship also hit the port side of the Zhuyin ship, but they were blocked by thick baffles and did not cause any damage.
The Fuchuan's mast was severely damaged, and holes were made on the port side and stern by shells.
The sailors who rowed hard half an hour ago were now mutilated corpses, floating quietly in the bilge.
The lucky ship in front of me completely lost its ability to move. In front of the Zhuyin Ship with sophisticated artillery, the bruised Dafu Ship became a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
The two ships were only ten steps apart. At this distance, the Zhuyin ship didn't even need to aim, it could just hit the target by firing.
"Aim at the bilge! Everyone is hiding inside!"
The Miyamoto family stood behind the Franco machine gun, waving their samurai swords vigorously, urging the gunner to fire as soon as possible.
The Japanese gunner quickly cleaned the barrel and replaced the solid iron balls with chain bullets.
The so-called chain bomb is an iron chain tied to two iron balls. Usually there are spikes on the iron balls, similar to a mace.
Within twenty steps, the hammer ball has more terrifying lethality. As long as a man or horse is hit by the chain bullet at close range on the battlefield, a large area will be swept away.
There was a deafening explosion of gunpowder, and five hammers roared into the bilge of the fortune ship. The iron chain easily broke through the hole-riddled bulkhead and swept towards the people hiding in the bilge with an unstoppable force.
The bilge stairs were instantly cut off by a high-speed flying hammer.
A fierce howl sounded from the bilge, and the human body that was hit was immediately cut into pieces. The sawdust flew around with the human flesh and fell into the waist-deep seawater. The seawater under the stairs was dyed red with flesh and blood, just like hell.
On the deck of the Vermilion Seal Ship, Mr. Miyamoto carefully watched the results of the bombardment, witnessing the hammers crashing across the bilge, looking at the shattered human body floating on the sea, not missing any detail of the bombardment.
"Keep firing! Get the red hairy wine!"
After three rounds of bombardment by the Zhuin Ship, the sea was shrouded in white mist from burning gunpowder, and the Miyamoto family clearly heard the sound of the lucky ship's keel cracking.
"Crack!"
The precarious port side finally could not bear the heavy deck, and a crack as wide as one person opened.
The surrounding seawater seemed to be boiling, rushing into the bilge.
There were more than a dozen ant-like figures floating in the space in the bilge of the fortune ship.
The gray-bearded Miyamoto Katsunari stood on the deck in the biting cold wind, raised a tall glass, and poured a cup of blood red into the sea.
The mellow wine from the distant Red Maoyi homeland quickly spreads on the sea.
"Musashi, father has avenged you!"
The Miyamoto family stood patiently on the deck, waiting for the lucky ship to disintegrate and sink.
He took a big bow from the warrior next to him and kept shooting arrows at the Ming sailors struggling painfully in the sea.
When no one floated on the surrounding water, the elder still felt uneasy and ordered the sailors to probe the side of the ship with scratching hooks.
"Check carefully, be careful of them hiding under the Zhuyin Ship! Don't miss any place!"
The Japanese sailors put away their expensive wine glasses at Miyamoto Katsunari again, with the pleasure of revenge filling their hearts, and turned back to the bilge.
Surrounded by endless sea water, Miyamoto Katsunari believed that if he fell into the water in such cold weather, his body would freeze in half an hour, and there would be no chance of survival.
Even if the God of Rizhao comes now, he can't save these damn Akito in front of him.
Suddenly, the sailor's panicked shouts came from behind.
"Lucky ship! Turtle ship! Black skull flag!"
There was a panic on the deck, and Miyamoto quickly raised his telescope and looked across.
Two miles away on the sea, twelve giant ships flying black skull flags rode the wind and waves and rushed towards the Japanese Zhuyin Ship. The naval guns equipped on the sides of the giant ships were larger than the giant red barbarian cannons.
Under the black skull banner fluttering in the wind, an officer in full armor, surrounded by soldiers, also looked over here with a telescope.
"It doesn't look like the navy of the Ming Dynasty, nor does it look like a Korean, look at it!"
The North Korean general put down his telescope, his face turned pale, and he looked at Miyamoto Katsunari, his body already starting to tremble:
"Open... open the original military uniform! He, they are Liu Zhaosun's people!"
The old body of the Hosokawa family was swaying in the wind as if it had been hit by a lead bullet.
"The country collapses! The country collapses!"
Suddenly, the panicked samurai ronin on the deck exclaimed together.
Like muffled thunder exploding in the ears, bursts of white smoke rose from the side of the giant ship.
Three iron balls weighing 15 kilograms broke through the smoke, roared in, and hit the sea on the port side hard. The iron ball splashed up huge water columns, which splashed down on the Zhuyin Ship from halfway up.
Miyamoto Katsunari was poured with seawater, and the bone-chilling chill seeped into his skin, making him terrified.
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"It's just Ningyuan, China's survival depends on it. If Ningyuan is not guarded, in a few years, our parents and brothers will all wear their hair in left pants!"
March 2, the first year of Chongzhen.
At dusk, the west gate of Ningyuan is Wengcheng.
Wang Zaijin, who was injured in his left arm, pushed away the soldiers who came forward to help him, pointed to the expanding gap in the city wall in the distance, and shouted loudly to the surrounding Ming troops.
"Liu Zhaosun has committed himself to the barbarians and is no different from an animal. He has just slaughtered Hetuala and Guangning. The next one is Ningyuan! I bear the emperor's favor, eat the emperor's salary, and die for the emperor! I swear to live and die with Ningyuan. ! We are at odds with Thief Liu!"
In the first year of Chongzhen, the Marquis of Ping Liao betrayed the Ming Dynasty and colluded with the Mongols and Jurchens. The Korean rebels attacked Liao and Shen, occupied Guangning, and led hundreds of thousands of rebels to besiege Ningyuan.
The barbarians from all over the eastern and western parts of Liaoning were all called "Khan of Heaven". Liu Zhaosun betrayed his country for glory and committed himself to the barbarians, which made all the gentlemen of the Ming Dynasty resentful. Wang Zaijin was one of them.
After Liaodong Jinluo finished speaking, he struggled to tear off a corner of his shirt, wrapped it around the still bleeding wound on his left arm, pushed away the soldiers, reluctantly lifted a stone under his feet, and staggered towards the city wall.
Zu Dashou, who was standing nearby, immediately raised his arms and shouted:
"Wang Jinglue personally carried the stones to seal the city wall. How can we, the people in the army, back down? It belongs to men. Follow me! Kill Thief Liu!"
After that, he also picked up a stone and trotted after Wang Jinglue. Two servants behind him quickly went up to protect him. When Zu Dashou saw no one around, he whispered angrily:
"Things with no eyes, get out of the way quickly. There are no original troops here. Protect me after you pass by!"
The two coaches' exemplary demonstrations greatly improved the morale of the soldiers defending the city.
After someone took the lead, the dark defenders huddled in the urn city bravely stepped forward and rushed towards the gap in the city wall.
The defenders carried it on their shoulders and quickly filled the gap dug by the Kaiyuan army with masonry and wood.
Not only that, they also killed more than a hundred foreign Mongols who had rushed into the city.
A black tiger flag that had just been erected at the top of Ximen City was chopped off by Zu Dashou with an axe.
The servants held up shields to protect Commander-in-Chief. Zu Dashou smiled at Wang Zaijin who was standing on the city wall:
"Wang Jinglue, the Liu bandits attacked the city several times, but were repulsed by our army. Their morale was greatly reduced, and they were about to reach the end of their strength."
Under the escort of the pacesetters, Wang Zaijin walked past the corpses. Looking at the broken Kaiyuan military flags under the city and the defeated Waifan rebels, he sighed deeply.
"What Zushuai said is that although the Liu bandits are large in number, they are still a mob and cannot bear a hard fight. As long as they are defeated one more time, they will inevitably collapse!"
The two of them burst into laughter.
At this time, the long-silent clanging sound under the city sounded again, and the Liao people who had not evacuated were still wielding axes and iron picks to dig into the city.
Zu Dashou said angrily: "These mobsters are so difficult to deal with! You can't hit them with rolling logs and rocks, how dare you be so provocative!"
After that, he asked Wang Zaijin to lead a group of servants out of the city from Shuimen to kill all the rebels.
Wang Zaijin naturally did not allow Zu Dashou to go out and take risks like this.
At this time, a middle-aged man who looked like a staff member came to Wang Zaijin and whispered a few words to Liaodong Manager. Wang Zaijin nodded and said with a smile:
"Do it immediately!"
During the tea time, the pacesetters climbed to the top of the city carrying quilts and mattresses. Under Zu Dashou's astonished gaze, the soldiers sprinkled gunpowder evenly on the quilts and mattresses, and finally wrapped them up and rolled them into a ball. .
"Throw it down!"
The defenders threw a bed of quilts down from the top of the city. In the dark night, the Liao people hiding in the blind corner were so cold that they huddled up in a ball. When they saw the quilts lying on the ground, they all came forward to snatch them.
"Throw the torch!"
Hundreds of torches dipped in tung oil were thrown together, and the bedding all over the place immediately burst into flames, and the city was suddenly in flames.
Hundreds of Liao civilians were immediately engulfed by the fire. The remaining people hurriedly hid under the carriage, letting the surrounding fire bake them, and did not dare to show their heads again.
"Put a match!"
Bundles of firewood poured with tung oil and sprinkled with gunpowder were slowly dropped from the top of the city with iron ropes, and one bundle after another landed on the roof of the carriage.
