The roar was like the roar of tigers and the roar of dragons, and the weapons of the surrounding Ming army were clanking.
The rebel soldiers were all frightened by this terrifying aura. For a moment, they seemed to have their souls captured. They stood there blankly. Liu Zhaosun gently slapped the horse's belly. The horse neighed and rushed out like an arrow from the string.
The archer who was hiding in the dark and attacking with cold arrows raised his sword to block. Liu Zhaosun was already approaching. He picked up the archer and threw it into the air with one hand, slashing him with his sword. The poor archer had not figured out what was going on, but he had already split into two pieces. .
Sprays of blood fell on Emperor Wuding's long white hair, making his face look even more ferocious and terrifying.
He pointed his long knife at the Zuo Liangyu soldiers who were still in a daze, and the sound of dragons and tigers roaring broke out again:
"Will you surrender or not?!"
There was a crashing sound, and the rebel soldiers dropped their weapons one after another, facing Emperor Wu Ding, and fell to their knees in darkness.
"Zhang Dong!"
Zhang Dong led a group of Liaoxi soldiers and quickly stepped forward to collect the weapons.
Emperor Wu Ding rode up to Zhang Dong, faced the kneeling soldiers, and whispered: "Kill the servants first, leaving no one behind!"
Zhang Mazi nodded and left with murderous intent on his face.
Seeing that something was not going well, the servants of the Zuo family shouted and turned around and fled to the south, preparing to follow the defeated troops who had fled. Liu Zhaosun dismounted, raised his bow, and shot three arrows in a row, all of which hit the servant's back. Zhang Dong and Liaoxi soldiers took their bows and shot them. Within a moment, dozens of corpses of servants were left around the camp.
Liu Zhaosun looked down at the black mass of defeated soldiers kneeling in front of him, his eyes kept changing, and his fingers slowly pressed towards the scabbard...
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The night is vast.
At the west gate position of Linqing Prefecture City, the fighting on the battlefield has not stopped.
Huang Degong and Liu Zeqing, who suffered a sudden attack, experienced a brief period of confusion and finally managed to stabilize their front with the help of their servants.
Huang Degong and Liu Zeqing each sent their own elite servants to wildly chop down the defeated soldiers who were running and screaming in front. After killing and injuring hundreds of defeated soldiers, the Qi army's artillery fire at the top of the city happened to stop to dissipate heat, and the remaining troops retreated back to the moat. The military line was barely maintained.
Amidst the scoldings of the servants, the auxiliary soldiers held torches and pushed the red-coat cannons of the French cannons towards the moat, joining in the exchange of fire with the Qi army's artillery.
During Wang's Northern Expedition, Huang Degong purchased a batch of red cannons at a low price from British arms dealers in Nanjing. There are a total of twenty-three Hongyi cannons.
Huang Fatty had been reluctant to use it during the siege a few days ago - the four towns in Jiangbei were all conserving their strength, and Wu Sangui actually had the time to go to the capital to rob tombs - now he suddenly lost thousands of men and horses, and if he didn't fight hard, the entire army would be destroyed, and Huang Degong was also No longer hiding his strength, he immediately ordered his servants to push up all the artillery. Under the command of the British instructor, they bombarded the Guangjimen city wall two miles away. Both sides of the moat were suddenly filled with white smoke. When the Qi army shelled just now, Several British instructors accompanying the team had already calibrated the position of the city head. At this time, the gunners only needed to fire according to the calibrated position.
A ten-kilogram iron ball crossed the moat and hit the city wall of Guangjimen. A wolf-tooth racket hanging on the city wall was hit by a cannonball. Thousands of three-inch-long iron nails immediately shattered like raindrops. It was sprinkled on the surrounding fire gun soldiers, sweeping away the surrounding Qi troops like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
"Hit, perfect!"
Ruprecht Koren, the steward of the East India Company, faintly heard the screams of the enemy at the top of the city a mile away, and smiled with satisfaction.
Three years ago, after he was defeated by the Kaiyuan Army in the Battle of Tsushima, he was almost sentenced to death by the London House of Representatives. With a huge bribe in pounds, he escaped death and was sent to Macau in southern China, responsible for the not-so-important Chinese trade. , for two years he actively planned retaliation against Kaiyuan's army until he met Mr. Huang Degong, who was "determined to make the Northern Expedition and eager to restore the new order of the empire"...
The leader of Huang Degong's servants saw that the red-haired Yi did not save ammunition for him at all, and cautiously said to Huang Degong:
"Master, what should we do if we fight hard here and let Liu Zeqing take advantage?"
Huang Degong panted heavily, shook his fat body, and slapped the servant on the forehead: "Zuo Liangyu escaped, how long has it been? You still care about this, are we trying to save our lives? Do you understand, if you don't fire a few shots, everyone below will be dead?" The bombing camp was all gone."
The head servant wanted to speak, but suddenly he pointed in the direction of the moat and said loudly to Mr. Huang: "Sir, look! Liu Zeqing's archer is also up."
Groups of archers appeared on the battlefield. They carried bows and arrows on their backs and held two-stone horn bows in their hands. They stepped on the corpses everywhere, quickly crossed the moat, and took advantage of the cover of night to approach a position fifty steps away from the city wall. , the eight hundred archers were salt dealers recruited from Huaiyang by Liu Zeqing with a lot of money. They were paid double wages on weekdays, and all the proceeds from the robbery belonged to them.
The Huaiyang soldiers were ferocious in nature and eager to fight fiercely. They were one of the few elites among the king's army this time. Like Fatty Huang, these archers rarely appeared in city sieges on weekdays. Now was the time to fight. Seeing that Fatty Huang was not hiding, Liu Zeqing risked his own money, piled up all the elites in his hands, approached the city wall, and charged towards the city wall. Intensive projectiles were fired from the city head.
At the critical moment, the two military leaders who usually fought each other and even fought against each other consciously teamed up to survive. The artillery and archers cooperated closely. Huang Degong's Hongyi cannon was responsible for suppressing fire on the city head, while the Huaiyang archers came close to shoot and destroy the city wall. 's defenders.
The Linqing defenders suffered such a sudden attack, and the casualties at the top of the city suddenly increased.
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Zuo Liangyu's Chinese army tent, which is close to the Yaowang Temple in Linqing, is standing alone at the moment.
In the big tent, boxes and luggage were piled up. Liu Zhaosun opened a box and saw that it was filled with calligraphy and paintings.
There were a lot of gold and silver jewelry scattered on the ground, and some women's hairpins and jade pendants were still stained with dried blood.
Twelve guards from the Chinese Army Guards entered the big tent to guard, and the remaining Liaoxi soldiers were outside to guard the surrendered troops.
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Without looking at the gold and silver jewelry scattered on the ground, Zhang Dong stepped on an exquisite agate wrench and reported in a low voice the intelligence he had just collected to Emperor Wu Ding. Kneeling in the tent were more than a dozen Zuo Liangyu and Wu Sangui's family members. , there were several women and children among them.
"Your Majesty, Zuo Liangyu's entire army has been wiped out. At most two thousand people escaped. Huang Degong and Liu Zeqing joined forces and are still attacking Guangjimen."
Liu Zhaosun grabbed an inkstone on the desk and held it in his hand. With a little force, the inkstone was crushed into powder.
"How many more of them are there?"
Zhang Dong glanced at the scattered powder and said in a deep voice: "Visually there are still seven to eight thousand people. All the auxiliary soldiers and civilians have fled, and only a few servants and elite soldiers are still fighting."
Liu Zhaosun raised his head and looked around. His eyes fell on the mountains of antique calligraphy, gold and silver jewelry piled up in the big tent, and he suddenly showed an expression of extreme disgust.
Zhang Dong hesitated for a moment, then summoned up the courage to ask: "Your Majesty, our cavalry suffered serious losses in the night attack just now. Half of the men and horses were casualties and were lost. Huang Degong, Liu Zeqing and Zuo Liangyu are far more powerful than Zuo Liangyu. Is there still a fight?"
"Fight! Why not fight! They looted all the way and killed countless people. Even if they don't provoke me, I will kill them all! Zhang Mazi, you have to remember that I still owe the original army 53,700 soldiers. On the grave, I remember that all enemies must pay with their lives!"
Zhang Dong nodded. When the emperor said this, the hesitation in his eyes suddenly disappeared. He wiped the blood on his face and gritted his teeth and said: "Then, the general will lead the battle. These Liaoxi soldiers outside are useless. , we have to rely on our Central Military Guard..."
Liu Zhaosun patted Zhang Dong on the shoulder and interrupted his subordinates:
"Zhang Mazi, from now on, I will not let you die, not even one of you. You, stay here and wait for me to kill Huang Degong and Liu Zeqing."
Zhang Dong still wanted to argue, but Emperor Wu Ding waved his hand to signal that he should stop talking nonsense.
Zhang Dong knew Liu Zhaosun's nature. He looked back at a group of Ming army family members kneeling in the tent and asked Emperor Wuding what to do with these people.
Liu Zhaosun didn't even look at it, and said with an indifferent expression:
"Kill them all, leaving no one behind."
Zhang Dong's throat was crawling, because there were several children in the family who looked seven or eight years old, one of whom was said to be Zuo Liangyu's only son.
Emperor Wu Ding had already begun to put on armor. He selected a piece of fish scale armor from Zuo Liangyu's tent and put it on the innermost part, and was putting on the cotton armor.
Liu Zhaosun didn't even look back and said, "Zhang Mazi, when I let Wu Sangui go and Shen Lian spared Tianjin Guardsmen, what did they do to us? Have you forgotten all of them?!"
"To cut off the weeds, we must get rid of the roots. This is what I learned after killing more than 50,000 people. Kill! Don't be afraid of young and old, leave no one alive!"
Zhang Dong nodded heavily, said nothing more, picked up the Yanling Saber, and walked towards the back. Suddenly, there was a cry and howl in the big tent.
"I will obey your orders!"
Emperor Wu Ding began to put on his chain mail outside, and Tan Er came in carrying a long card. With a bang, a human head flew high into the air and rolled down in the corner of the tent.
Tan Er didn't dare to look over there, he just gasped for air.
Liu Zhaosun took the long card and scolded Tan Er to retreat.
He holds a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. A ten-pound hammer hangs on the left and right sides of his neck armor.
The Chinese Guards ignored the pleading sounds around him and stabbed Zuo Mengeng again. Zuo Mengeng's head was in a different place, and his head rolled behind Liu Zhaosun. His unblinking eyes were still staring at the god-like and strong Emperor Wu Ding in front of him.
Liu Zhaosun's expression remained unchanged, as if he was turning a deaf ear to the killing that was so close at hand. After putting on his armor, he made two gestures with the Yanling Sword and said angrily:
"It's lighter! Change!"
The guards carried a 20-kilogram pickaxe from Lishu Camp. Liu Zhaosun weighed it in his hand and shook his head again:
"Change again!"
The Yan Ling knife was swung down, and the bodies of the female family members fell to the ground with a crash. The huge candle shadow caused a burst of exclamation from the Liaoxi soldiers watching the excitement outside the tent.
The killing continues.
The two guards wanted to search again. Liu Zhaosun remembered the statue of Yue Wumu in the Yaowang Temple behind the tent, stopped the guards, and said loudly:
"There is no need to look for it anymore. Go to Yaowang Temple and bring the Liquan Divine Spear that Grandpa Yue has! I will use it to kill the enemy today."
The guards looked at each other and quickly went out to look for it.
"You, a tyrant and a beast, are worthy of Yue Wumu's weapons!"
An angry curse sounded in his ears, and Liu Zhaosun, who was originally calm and composed, suddenly stopped. He raised his head slightly and started searching in the tent.
Zhang Dong held down the woman's head, without saying anything, he raised his knife to chop, and suddenly the emperor's voice came from behind.
"Wait a minute, who are you?"
The woman suddenly raised her head. Zhang Dong was startled when he saw the woman's face. The Yanling knife in his hand fell to the ground and hit the scattered silver ingots.
"It's a shame that I can't leave a bloodline for Mr. Wu. From now on, the Wu family will be extinct. If you want to kill me, I'll kill you. Why bother asking!"
It turned out to be Wu Sangui's concubine. Liu Zhaosun's newly ignited hope was instantly wiped out. He waved his hand indifferently, signaling Zhang Mazi to continue.
Zhang Dong stared at the woman, motionless.
Emperor Wu Ding picked up the hammer, turned his back to the candlelight, and walked towards this side. His burly body cast a huge shadow on the woman.
He walked to Wu Sangui's concubine in two steps, and involuntarily picked up the hammer. The woman raised her head and glared at the white-haired tyrant, her eyes full of resentment.
The ten-pound hammer whizzed down, grazing the woman's loose bun, and hit the ground with a loud bang, creating a huge crater more than half a foot deep.
Everyone's attention was drawn here. At the last moment, Emperor Wu Ding moved the hammer away, causing him to stagger and almost fall.
"Zhang Yan?"
Liu Zhaosun stared blankly at this angry and resentful face. The woman in front of him who claimed to be Wu Sangui's concubine looked exactly like Gaoming's wife Zhang Yan.
"Who are you?"
"General Wu's wife, Chen Yuanyuan, daughter of Jianghuai people! Kill her if you want."
Zhang Dong was stunned on the spot. If the woman hadn't looked up at him just now, he would never have noticed it.
Two guards appeared at the door carrying the Liquan Divine Spear. Both of them were panting. The large spear on the statue of Yue Wumu in the Ximen Yaowang Temple in Linqing was as thick as the mouth of a bowl and weighed fifty kilograms. It was said that it was an adult. During the 19th century, the local chamber of commerce funded the production of fine iron...
Liu Zhaosun held up the spear with one hand and gently brushed away the dust on the gun body. With the help of the weak candlelight, after traveling for hundreds of years, the gun blade glowed with a cold light:
"It's a pity that a divine soldier and a famous general should hide you in a temple to collect ashes. Come drink blood with me today."
Emperor Wu Ding looked back at Chen Yuanyuan and said softly:
"Beauty should also be worthy of a hero. Wu Sangui is a shameless villain who has brought disaster to the country and the people and is greedy for money. He has been punished. You don't have to die for this kind of rat! I forgive you for your innocence."
After Emperor Wuding finished speaking, he put the Liquan Divine Spear on his shoulder, picked up the long card, and walked out of the tent alone.
The night is quiet, there are few people, and there are noisy wars.
Liu Zhaosun stabbed down the No. 64 Soul-Destroying Spear in one go, then leaned on the gun and looked at the Guangjimen city wall filled with artillery fire in the distance. Thinking of the majesty at the foot of Wudang Mountain in Junzhou, his big hand suddenly grabbed the Liquan that was gradually starting to burn hot. The divine spear roared into the sky:
"kill!"
Running towards Huang Degong's artillery position.
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