Emperor Wu Ding walked half a mile forward with his spear and shield in hand, and came to the horse sweating horse at the gate of the camp. At this time, a touch of fish belly white just appeared in the eastern sky, and a new day began. The breeze of July blew through the fields of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the surroundings were filled with the strong smell of blood. He stretched his face in the direction of the wind.
Some half-dead wounded Ming soldiers on the ground were still wailing. Liu Zhaosun did not look at them. Large groups of crows flew low in the chaotic and stagnant air.
"Why are there so many crows?" Liu Zhaosun said to himself, "Where are they flying to?"
This was Emperor Wu Ding's single-handed attack on the enemy camp. Although he was now a half-human and half-god with brute strength, he was still made of flesh and blood after all. Perhaps a cannonball could kill the emperor.
"They fly to the battlefield," Liu Zhaosun answered himself, "the god of death will accompany us all the way."
Liu Zhaosun had long heard that flying crows was a good omen, and he should be happy to see them. But what he felt was the opposite, and he felt uneasy.
Before the wounded soldiers died, the crows had already begun to eat human flesh.
Liu Zhaosun reined in his horse and looked around. There were thousands of miles of bare land on both sides of the canal. The land was barren, the rivers were dry, and hungry crows and egrets flew over following the corpses.
Because they voraciously devoured those who died of the plague, they eventually died of the plague.
Liu Zhaosun glanced at the dark bushes on the river bank. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that these were not branches and leaves of plants, but piles of raptor feathers and dry bird bones.
The bloody horse slowly rushed toward the Ming Army's Hongyi artillery position two miles away.
Emperor Wu Ding's upper body rose and fell with the bumps of the horses, and the Linqing battlefield gradually became clearer in his field of vision. The Ming army's royal divisions on both sides of the moat were like fallen trees. Thousands of corpses had fallen densely, and the living were still fighting.
More than a thousand well-equipped Ming army archers lined up in three or four columns, relying on shield vehicles for cover, and approached a trench more than fifty steps away from the front of the city wall. The trench that was originally more than six feet deep was now half filled with corpses. The archers stepped on the backs and chests of the dead, and launched them towards the city head one after another. Wave after wave of flying arrows fell towards Guangji Gate, and there was a faint sound. The sound of clanking metal.
In the gap between the rain of arrows, thousands of muskets stretched out from the crenellations at the top of the city and fired fiercely at the archers hiding in the trenches of the carts. The dense lead shot caused wood chips to fly across the carts, and some lead shot into the trenches. Dust suddenly flew up in the ditch, and blood splattered everywhere. The archer who was hit struggled for a moment and lost his breath. He was immediately stepped on by the teammates who came up from behind and became a new stepping stone.
Two miles behind the carriage and the trench, separated by a moat, two or three thin rows of servants stood. The servants held bows and knives, and they were all murderous. They were closely supervising the gunners in front and ordered the gunners to fire at Guangji Gate. Behind him stood a vermilion general's banner with a pole measuring seven feet tall. A bloated general was looking at the city wall in front of him with a smile.
Amidst the thunderous roar, iron balls were shot from the front of the Ming army's formation, slamming into the Guangjimen city wall two miles away. The bricks covering the city wall were hit by the ten-pound iron ball and immediately shattered and cracked. Bricks, stones and rubble fell down like raindrops, killing and injuring the defenders hiding behind Xuanhu.
The Qi army's artillery rested for a while and immediately began to attack again. The infantry field artillery on Guangji Gate was not as powerful as its opponents, but their rate of fire was amazing and their hit rate was extremely high. The gunners were defeated by the Huaiyang archers hiding behind the trench of the shield car. Threats, people were constantly shot by light arrows.
Suddenly, the thousand-jin gate of Guangjimen Wengcheng was slowly raised, and rows of Qi soldiers armed with long spears rushed out from it. Ignoring the dense rain of arrows, they quickly approached the archers hiding behind the shield carts.
The artillery of both sides gave up bombarding the enemy's artillery almost at the same time and began to target the opponent's infantry...
When he was only one mile away from the headquarters of the general army, Liu Zhaosun raised the Liquan Divine Spear and tapped the horse's belly with the tail of the spear, causing the horse to speed up and run in unison.
Several rangers soon appeared in front of them. Liu Zhaosun looked excited. He loosened the reins and gently pressed his helmet. This was what he did every time before charging into the formation, and it had long become a habit.
The horse accelerated, the spear raised, pointing diagonally at a panicked Ye Buzuan twenty steps ahead.
Go and see Emperor Nana Wuding: wearing a gilt helmet and chainmail. The sweaty horse is like a red dragon playing in the water; the Liquan gun is like pear blossoms dancing in the wind. Horses are like lions lifting the sky, and people are like diamonds standing on the ground. Wherever the gun comes, everyone is killed; when the horse arrives, everyone is killed.
Liu Zhaosun smashed the Liquan gun down, and Ye Buhou raised his knife to block it. The shock made his arms numb, and he shouted: "No!" Liu Zhaosun couldn't help but panic. Liu Zhaosun looked straight at Ye Buhou and stabbed him in the heart, hitting his ribs. sash. With one shot, the enemy was thrown under the horse with his feet in the air; with one shot, the enemy was killed.
At this time, the drums of Zuo Liangyu's camp behind him were loudly beating, and the shouts were loud, like the sky and the earth collapsing, and the mountains collapsing. Zhang Dong was shirtless, waving drumsticks, and beating hard in front of the golden drum. The surrendering Ming army also followed. chanted in unison.
Liu Zhaosun shouted:
"Emperor Wu Ding of Da Qi is here, why don't you, rats, die quickly!"
The servants who were in charge of the array turned around and saw the murderer. Their faces were all pale. Huang Degong stood up from the Grand Master's chair in shock and said incoherently:
"Stop, stop him! Kill this monster!"
All the servants shouted in unison. They were self-sufficient in numbers and did not take the coming generals seriously. At that moment, two generals on horseback came to kill them. Liu Zhaosun shouted and waved the Liquan Divine Spear like snowflakes dancing wildly. The two opposite The servant, carrying a raw copper stick and a meteor hammer tied to his waist, mounted his horse to meet the enemy, shouting: "Liaodong Tatars, wait! Your grandfather will take your life!"
He put down his raw copper stick, raised his meteor hammer, and struck it with one strike. Liu Zhaosun didn't even look at it. He fired his gun and the two families were hit like candied haws by a sharp gun. With another force, the servants and their horses had already flown out.
Huang Degong shouted from behind: "Whoever can kill this man will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver, no, a thousand taels!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Degong's general, General Fangyuan, rushed in front of Liu Zhaosun. With a strange cry, he waved his whip and pointed at Emperor Wu Ding and shouted:
"Liu Thief, let you taste the power of my double whips." The double whips came down with a buzzing sound.
Liu Zhaosun steadied himself on the horse and sneered:
"I'll give you a knife!"
When he saw the iron whip coming back, he didn't even dodge. He just caught it, knocked the opponent off his horse, and threw it with one hand. Before it hit the ground, the hammer flew out, and the hammer weighing more than ten kilograms was in his hand. Inside, it was like an iron ball rushing out of the barrel of a cannon, hitting the Ming army commander directly.
There was a clang sound, and before Fang Yuan landed, he was hit by the hammer again. He was already dead and could not die again.
Liu Zhao and Sun Ce immediately stepped forward, picked up the hammer with a long spear, glanced at the dark servants all around, and said angrily:
"Who else!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two cold arrows shot from behind him. Liu Zhao and Sun Cengma had already heard the sound of the wind. They spurred their horses to avoid the big arrows. The sweaty horse raised its front hooves high and jumped out of the circle. Emperor Wu Ding picked it up on the ground. He threw the iron whip with all his strength. The iron whip whistled and made wind, and it cut straight away. It cut off the head of a bow-wielding servant ten steps away like a drop of blood.
The servants had never seen such a scene before. They shouted and dispersed. Huang Degong, surrounded by servants, fled to the east in a hurry.
The artillerymen in front were still immersed in the joy of shelling and were unaware of the killings happening behind them.
Several gunners successfully attracted the attention of Emperor Wuding. They were all red-haired barbarians. They were gesticulating at the city head and turning the wheels of a red cannon.
They move slowly, have long beards, and their shirts hang down to their insteps, looking like two mathematicians.
Liu Zhaosun said in his heart: "I'm here, I'm here to help you correct the gun positions."
So he leapt on his horse and ran straight towards the cannon with his sword drawn. The two mathematicians died on the battlefield with the sword in hand.
