The magic weapon exploded!
How can Yu Guolian, who is studying the magic weapon somewhere, be better? Half of his body was blown to pieces!
The shotgun soldiers surrounding him were also in tragedy. One or two hundred deadly "magic fragments" swept over their flesh and blood bodies, knocking down more than twenty of them in one go. Some of them died on the spot, and some of them did not die for a while, but were stabbed by fragments in their bodies, which was really painful! Not only does it hurt, but the wound is bleeding profusely! This kind of blow was simply not something mortal flesh and bones could withstand. Those unlucky ones who had not yet breathed their last breaths all let out bursts of heart-rending screams... It was so miserable!
And those who were not dead or injured were also frightened by these horrific scenes!
How can we still use magic weapons when we are fighting such a good fight with mortals? Magical weapons are used by gods. Are you not violating the rules of heaven by doing this?
Just as I was thinking wildly, this "magic weapon" came again!
"Fa Bao!"
Zhuge Military Advisor's shouts rang out again, and at the same time, another copper chamber pot was thrown from the tower of the north gate of Guiyu City!
Now the shotgun soldiers of the Qing army are no longer in action...the magic weapon is not over yet! They are all mortal beings of flesh and bone, but they cannot withstand the continuous attacks of magic weapons.
"Run!"
As soon as someone shouted, the group of shotgunners, who had become frightened, turned around and ran away like athletes participating in a running race when they heard the starting gun. However, some people still ran a little slower... Before they could take a few steps, there was a heat wave and deadly shrapnel coming from behind!
Although the damage caused by this "magic weapon" was much smaller than the previous two, it still knocked down five people, and three of them were not killed at once, and they let out bursts of painful screams!
"It hurts! It hurts..."
"Help! Help me!"
"Woooo..."
The crying sound reached the ears of the fleeing shotgun soldiers, causing even greater panic. Everyone ran away as fast as they could, and many even lost their shotguns!
The musketeers on the Guiyu capital wall had already finished loading their ammunition at this time. About thirty turtle-dove-footed muskets were placed on the crenellations and fired out another round of deadly lead bullets, knocking down four or five runners again. Slower Qing army shotgun soldiers!
"Win, win, win, hahaha..."
Zhu Hesheng, who was standing on the tower with a chamber pot in his arms, was so excited that he almost danced when he saw the Qing army leaving corpses on the ground and escaping.
The dead bodies of the Qing army's shotgun soldiers lay on the ground outside the city. They looked like they were thirty or forty old!
How many people are there in total? This is more than half of the casualties. If they don't go back to rest and replenish, it is impossible for this team of shotgun soldiers to go to the battlefield.
If there were no shotgun soldiers to help, how could Deng Guangming suppress the thirty or so turtledove-foot heavy muskets in the Guiyu capital?
This battle to defend the city of Guiyu is finally won!
"Help! Help! Someone save me..."
When Zhu Hesheng was happy, he suddenly heard a very familiar voice calling for help... It was with a Henan accent!
Who is this?
"Pao Pao Zhu, it's your dad... He can't stand it any longer. Go and help first!"
Then the voice of Military Advisor Zhuge rang out,
Only then did Zhu Hesheng remember that the Henan-accented cry for help was from his cheap father Zhu Jushan in this life.
Of course we can’t ignore dad’s troubles! Zhu Hesheng is a filial son! How can you not care whether I live or die?
So I quickly carried the "magic chamber pot" through the city gate tower and poured it on the inside of the city wall. Only then did he realize that the Qing soldiers had the upper hand on this side of the city!
The Qing soldiers who had just been blown away by an exploding chamber pot somehow managed to come back and were now suppressing King Zhu Tian's men. One of the Qing soldiers, whose face was covered with blood, was particularly fierce. He danced up and down with a "Kandong big sweeping knife" and slashed so hard that King Zhu Tian almost lost the ability to parry.
"Commander, borrow a fire...quickly!"
Zhu Hesheng roared and pointed the mouth of the chamber pot at Zhuge Military Advisor beside him.
Military Advisor Zhuge took out a torch from a brazier and lit it. After lighting it, he remembered that King Zhu was still down there, and was about to remind Zhu Hesheng to be careful about throwing it away. Zhu Hesheng had already thrown the "Magic Chamber Pot" down...but fortunately, he didn't throw it at his father, but directly towards the city gate.
Only a loud noise was heard, and half of the people above and below the city fell to the ground. Even Zhu Hesheng himself could not stand still and fell to the ground.
Deng Zhong fell to the ground again! However, with his first experience, he used his palms to support himself when he fell, which saved his face which was already bruised and swollen.
When he got up from the ground again, the battle situation in Guiyu capital had reversed again. The Qing infantry soldiers who followed him in were killed and injured ten or twenty times. In addition, those who had been killed, injured or hacked before were killed and wounded. The dead and wounded were scattered all over the ground, and there were sounds of wailing and screaming. Everlasting. The Qing soldiers who were lucky enough not to die or suffer any serious injuries stopped fighting and just shouted "The magic weapon is powerful" and rushed towards the city gate.
Deng Zhong also knew that the situation was over, so how could he still dare to fight continuously? He quickly spread his legs and ran out of the city as fast as he could. As soon as he ran across the suspension bridge, he heard someone shouting "Qing Yao, Fa Bao". Before he could react, something hit him on the back of his head. Stars were shining in his eyes!
He looked back and saw a small chamber pot lying on the ground three feet away from him... The spout of the chamber pot was plugged with a wooden plug, and there seemed to be a hole drilled in the middle of the wooden plug. A rolled up piece of yellow paper was stuffed into the hole.
Is this a fatal magic weapon? Deng Zhong was so frightened that his hair stood on end and his calves were trembling!
The "righteous men" who chased him out of the city gate also saw this "magic weapon", so they all shrank into the gate - they all knew this was powerful and had to stay away!
But everyone waited for a long time, but there was no response from this magic weapon. It seemed to be a "dumb treasure".
Is it broken? Deng Zhong's reaction was quite quick, and he immediately thought of "the magic weapon was damaged". And he was quite courageous. Instead of running away immediately, he took a few steps forward, bent down and stretched out his hand, picked up the treasure and left!
Zhu Hesheng, who threw this "dumb treasure" from the city wall, also saw this scene. He quickly turned around and asked Zhuge Military Advisor who handed him this "treasure", "Army, military advisor, did you forget to light the fire?"
In fact, it is very common for soldiers to forget to pull the string when dropping bombs or to throw dumb bombs... After all, the battlefield is noisy and everyone is highly nervous, so it is normal for mistakes to happen.
However, Military Advisor Zhuge shook his goose feather fan and looked confident. He did not admit that he was wrong, but smiled and said: "Don't worry, young master, everything is planned by Pindao... This magic weapon It was Pindao who deliberately asked the military attaché to clear the dog to pick it up!"
"Deliberately... Young Master?"
Zhu Hesheng looked at Military Advisor Zhuge and said, "Commander, what do you call me?"
Zhuge Sanhe turned around, hugged his fists towards Zhu Hesheng, and said solemnly: "Young master, please accept Sanhezi's bow!"
Ah, is this the tiger's body shaking, the younger brother... no, is the younger brother bowing to his head?
...
"Failed, defeated...how is this possible?"
"Deng, Deng, Deputy Commander Deng, what did you say?"
"I said I lost, but I actually lost!"
"Here, what should I do?"
Deng Guangming and Xue Zhang, who were supervising and watching the battle in the rear, were dumbfounded as they saw the more than a hundred flag soldiers, shotgun soldiers and infantry soldiers of Duke Xushun's Mansion in front losing their armor and discarding their armor.
They can bring thousands of banner soldiers, government soldiers and one or two hundred civilians to attack Guiyu Capital. And there were only 300 thieves in the capital of Guiyu... As a result, the first battle was defeated, and it was a disastrous defeat. More than 240 people were sent to attack the city, and now they are running away one after another. At most a hundred came back, but more than half were gone!
Moreover, the leader Yu Guolian did not come back, and he also lost a lot of shotguns, armor, machetes and Manchu bows...
When Deng Guangming and Xue Zhang didn't know how to report to their superiors, a flag soldier with a bruised nose and swollen face, his head covered with blood, and whose helmet had been thrown away didn't know where he was, rushed over with a chamber pot in his arms. When Deng Guangming arrived, He knelt down on one knee in front of him, then raised the chamber pot high and shouted loudly: "Uncle, look, this is the kind of magic weapon that can explode. My nephew picked it up!"
