"Kill them!
! "
The golden sunflower cup fell to the ground and hit the marble floor.
It was the sound of broken jade.
Two Miao knives struck at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, slashing at Zhang Yunxiu, who was slim and slim.
Li Zicheng opened his eyes.
"die!"
The slightly worn Yan Ling knife, like a bloodthirsty silver snake, broke free from the scabbard, shining in the cold light.
The Miao Dao was chopped off at the waist, and the two servants stumbled down while holding their necks.
Kang Guangxu helped Zhang Yunxiu up, who was just recovering from the shock, and smiled at him: "I have said before that this knife cuts iron like clay."
Wang Heng took two steps back and hid behind Jia Ding: "Okay, the sword left by Shen Lian turns out to be in your hand. Today, you will collect it together with the sword and the man!"
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"Go together!"
The living room suddenly became chaotic, and a group of servants poured in like a tide.
Five or six steps away, he picked up his ax and hammer and hit the three of them without any explanation.
Li Zicheng slashed off the legs of the Eight Immortals table with his sword, and blocked the table in front of him to protect Zhang Yunxiu and Kang Guangxu.
There was a clanging sound in the living room, sawdust flew everywhere, and two Ru kiln bottles from the Jiajing period were shattered on the floor.
Kang Guangxu shouted outside: "Young Master Wang, just kill people. Why demolish the family? The Wang family has hundreds of years of business and you are asked to demolish it like this. You are not afraid that Wang Xijue will crawl out of the soil and kill you!"
Wang Heng said with a ferocious smile: "Even if it is demolished, it will not be left to you bunch of dog Tatars!"
"I will not only demolish it, but also burn it to the ground. Burn the house, the tea forest, the fruit forest... and finally burn down the city of Taicang! Let Liu Zhaosun not get anything!"
Kang Guangxu stuck out half of his head and said to Wang Heng: "Young Master Wang wants to die, so don't drag others to be buried with you and let the people under him die in vain. The army will come soon. Don't you leave them a way to survive?"
Wang Heng grabbed a short crossbow from the servant and aimed at the exposed half of Kang Guangxu's head.
"Hahaha! Just like your father, you only have words! What kind of army! What kind of army did Liu Zhaosun send to Taicang? There are just dozens of instructors like you who only know words. Tang Zhentie will take care of them. I understand. You should just worry about how you will die!"
"Wang Heng, you were highly regarded by the Supreme Emperor back then. If you had not left Daqi, you would at least be a principal now. It would be a pity to kill you today. I still want to see you draw erotic pictures."
As Kang Guangxu spoke, he pulled out two flintlock lances from under his robes, and began to load them skillfully under the surprised eyes of Li Zicheng and Zhang Yunxiu.
The flintlock was quickly loaded.
"Young Master Wang, let's do this. I'll count to three. You guys get out and let us go. I promise to let you leave Taicang alive and I will never kill you."
"One, two..."
Li Zicheng pulled Kang Guangxu hard and made two whooshing sounds.
A short arrow flew past Kang Guangxu's head, and one shot into the table and penetrated out.
The two bangs of the lance sounded like thunder, making Zhang Yunxiu's ears buzz.
Suddenly there was a scream from the opposite side.
Li Zicheng handed his gun to Zhang Yunxiu.
Zhang Jinglue said anxiously: "General Li, I, I have never used this thing..."
Kang Guangxu pointed to the trigger position, and Yun Danfeng said lightly: "Zhang Jinglue, press here."
Zhang Yunxiu hid behind the Eight Immortals Table, tremblingly raised a loaded lance, gestured around in an African manner, and finally closed his eyes.
The gun was pointed at Kang Guangxu.
Snap the trigger.
The hammer struck the scythe cover hard with the flint, causing a spark to fall down and ignite the ignition powder in the ignition pool.
It is introduced into the inside of the barrel through the fuse hole, ignites the black powder in the barrel, and generates high-temperature and high-pressure gas.
Kang Guangxu pushed away the gun and shouted: "Old Zhang, don't point the gun at your own people."
boom!
There was an explosion and a huge recoil force was transmitted to the butt of the gun. Zhang Yunxiu was hit hard on the chin and passed out on the spot.
A servant who was about to rush forward saw half of his face disappear and fell into a pool of blood...
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At present, in various regiments, this backward non-rifled pistol is being gradually phased out, and all that remains is as a collection for personal collection.
The shape of this lance is very recognizable. The brass cover of the muzzle and handle is exquisitely designed. Each one is engraved with an angry black dragon, with its bloody mouth open and breathing fire.
The black dragon relief is a very common design on Qi's fine firearms.
The workshop made sporadically two hundred pieces, which were used by the Supreme Emperor to reward his civil servants and generals.
Li Zicheng and Kang Guangxu were lucky enough to get two.
The gun is not only exquisite in appearance, but its power cannot be underestimated. Its range and accuracy are far superior to those of bows and arrows, and its power is amazing. It is no joke to blow off half the head with one shot...
However, due to the large air resistance of spherical projectiles and the rapid decay of kinetic energy, compared with the popular rifled rifles, the accuracy is far behind.
In short, its only advantage is its high power. The closer it is to the target, the accuracy and power will increase sharply.
In this kind of indoor combat, the flintlock lance can show off its power.
When the smoke dissipated, five or six servants' corpses fell in the living room, and the Eight Immortals table was densely covered with arrows.
Kang Guangxu picked up a broken wine bottle and poured half of Maotai wine to wake up the unconscious Zhang Jinglue.
"Lao Zhang, we have to run for our lives. Get ready."
Li Zicheng nodded towards the two of them and was about to take advantage of the chaos and rush out.
A nine-foot-tall servant with a ferocious face stood at the door and shouted:
"They have run out of ammunition. You guys, please protect me and go first! Others, come with me and kill these Tatars!"
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As soon as he finished speaking, two servants rushed up from the left and the right, with extremely sharp Japanese swords in their hands.
Kang Guangxu hid behind and said with a smile: "Master Wang, you are still doing business with the Japanese pirates. The Tokugawa Kamesun owes you a lot of money. He has mortgaged all the Japanese swords to you."
Wang Heng was supported by several servants and walked towards the yard without touching the ground. When he heard Kang Guangxu making fun of him, he turned around and cursed:
"You're right. I'm going to the Japanese country now to enjoy my life. I'll leave this big mess in Taicang to you. Kang Guangxu, you are just like your father. You keep talking even when you are about to die. You will be burned to ashes later. It will make you feel at ease.”
After Wang Heng said that, he continued on his way. The carriage was ready at the entrance of the courtyard.
The gangsters who were lying in ambush outside the courtyard were busy moving barrels into the courtyard one by one. Some people took their bows and arrows and walked towards the main hall.
Zhang Yunxiu smelled a strong smell of tung oil and shouted: "No, they are going to burn the house down."
Kang Guangxu said anxiously: "Li Zicheng, hurry out and use all your skills! Don't wait any longer."
Li Zicheng looked at the seven or eight servants still standing in the room, dragged the Yanling knife, and went up to meet them.
Two samurai swords clashed towards him. Li Zicheng turned over, turned his back to the two of them, and ran hurriedly towards Kang Guangxu. The two servants followed closely behind him. After just two steps, one person in front suddenly covered his lower abdomen, and then Being kicked out.
Li Zicheng killed one person first with a dragging knife. When he raised the knife again, he heard a roar from behind. Half of the remaining servant's head was gone, and his body fell to the ground with a roar.
He nodded to Kang Guangxu.
The burly servant leader pushed aside the shivering servant in front of him, carried a heavy mace, and walked straight towards Li Zicheng.
The house was in a mess, the whale oil lamp was knocked over by bows and arrows, and the curtains and the Wang family's ancestral statues had begun to burn.
The head servant swung his stick and smashed a pearwood armchair in front of him, and looked at Li Zicheng as if he were looking at a dead person.
Li Zicheng raised his Yanling Saber and walked towards his opponent.
When the distance between the two sides was only about ten steps, they began to accelerate at the same time.
The mace scraped against the ground, its teeth making a clanging sound.
Li Zicheng was like a rabbit and a falcon, turned over and moved forward, slashing with the Yanling Saber. The man in front of him was similar in stature to Lin Yu, but his figure was extremely flexible. He dodged with a slight dodge.
The mace came with the sound of roaring wind, and Mount Tai pressed down on the top. Li Zicheng raised his knife to block, with a clang and fire splashing everywhere.
At this time, the servant leader caught a glimpse of Kang Guangxu aiming at him from the corner of his eye. He quickly raised his weapon and the lead bullet hit the mace, which made his hair numb.
The few servants behind quickly shot arrows to cover.
The two sides met each other, and Li Zicheng had already figured out the details of the other party.
He dragged the Yanling knife, and the tip of the knife scratched the marble, splashing a string of dazzling sparks.
The head servant swung his stick to block, and Yan Ling's sword slashed down violently. There was a clang sound, and the mace was knocked to the ground.
The head servant picked up a long spear and stepped forward. The tip of the spear went to Li Zicheng's throat, and the tassel made a red spin.
Li Zicheng turned his body slightly to pass the tip of the spear, hung up the front handle, and dropped the Yanling Saber again.
The head servant suddenly raised his short crossbow and fired towards him. Li Zicheng tilted his head and narrowly avoided a poisonous arrow that flew past him.
Before the opponent could shoot the second arrow, he flipped up the Wudang Qingyun Ladder and struck the head of the servant in the face with a sharp Tan Leg Whip Sweep.
This tan leg whip and chain kick are Li Zicheng's unique skills in his life. They are extraordinary. The left and right feet follow each other like a shadow, avoiding the real and hitting the weak. Not to mention this person, even a good player like Lin Yu and Wu Xiao cannot guard against it.
The head servant subconsciously stretched out his arm to block it, but was knocked away by a burst of brute force like a bull and a bear.
The short crossbow shattered into pieces, and the nine-foot-tall man's head hit the wall, leaving only his legs and feet still twitching outside.
Li Zicheng stepped forward and patted the body: "Brother, your kung fu is good, but you still have to practice in the next life."
