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1872: One can't escape

The power of artillery is actually much greater than that of grenades, not to mention that these grenades are the most honest ones. They lit the fuse and threw it down. Unlike the latest grenades produced in the Ming Dynasty, which have solved the problem of ignition, which is more convenient to use, and overcomes the problem of use in rainy days.

But the artillery did not defeat the offensive of Naoto, and these grenades that fell from the sky made Naoto collapse at this moment. Or in their opinion, the ability of the enemy on the opposite side to fly into the air is incomprehensible.

The tide surged in like a tide, but at the moment they retreated, they were bombarded by two consecutive rounds of gunfire above the city. The airships in the sky chased them unyieldingly and kept throwing grenades, until they blew up groups of children and Naomen into scattered fleeing soldiers, and then they stopped.

Yang Zhi sent a signal to recall the airship. Even if he didn't have too many grenades in his hands, he was chasing the enemy and the effect was no longer obvious. This kind of thing was more effective when the enemies gathered. Moreover, in order to pursue the airship, the height has dropped a lot. At this time, chasing the child Naoto, if it is too close to the fleet in the port, the enemy will come over with a round of thunder cannons or fire some crossbow arrows and fuck the airship, it will be really not worth it.

Seeing the enemy retreat, thunderous cheers erupted from the Yangquan city.

Murong Yuan walked over the city with a bloody knife and shouted loudly: "Have you seen it? Have you seen it? What's the terrible thing about the enemy? It's not that the two shoulders are pressed against one head, and if they are cut down with one knife, they will still be killed by blood."

Because everyone in the city was relieved by killing the enemy, everyone laughed at the blood-stained county magistrate Murong Yuan.

For these people, Murong Yuan is a good county magistrate who deserves admiration. He can kill enemies and make meritorious contributions with his sword, and can make peace with the people with his pen. He has always known to shout and rush to me with his sword, and he always shouts to rush to me with his sword. Such a person can naturally gain more respect and support from the people.

As for the brave general Yang Zhi, sorry, there are not many people who recognize him on the city. Of course, people like Yang Zhi have long passed the stage where these common people need to worship him.

Murong Yuan walked around the city wall and comforted the whole way. In the joy, there was always a lot of sadness. Although he killed the enemy cleanly and neatly, there were not many casualties on the city wall. When a team with no combat experience met a team of experienced murderers, they always had to pay the corresponding price to learn some bloody facts.

More than a hundred casualties were the shattering of more than a hundred families. Murong Yuan was more a civilian official than a general who regarded human life as a mustard. A few years ago, when the Ming Dynasty conquered Chu, the tragic phenomenon of Wanzhou was still unforgettable.

Yang Zhi looked at Murong Yuan walking over with a little desolate feeling and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? I feel a little uncomfortable?"

Murong Yuan nodded: "After all, I can't be a general who leads troops."

Yang Zhi laughed: "Your father-in-law said that your future ideal is to become the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty, but do you know that Jin Jingnan has only been the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty for a few years. How many people have died because of his decree? It is uncountable. Those who lead troops to fight are killed by their own hands, but you literati are killing people with pens. It is really hard to say if you kill more than who will kill more!"

After throwing the knife and sitting next to Yang Zhi, Murong Yuan was a little curious: "General, are you very familiar with Jiayue?"

Yang Zhi nodded: "I'm very familiar. Xie is the most powerful Da Shang family in Da Chu. When I was young, I was the most famous playboy in Shangjing. I beat him a lot of Qiufeng."

A man who thinks he is a playboy has long become a pillar of the country. Murong Yuan looked at the scar on Yang Zhi's face, which made him look even more manly. He couldn't help but think of this person's legendary career. Although Yang Zhi's experience is not as good as the magnificent legend of the emperor and the queen, it has now become a popular legend.

"I'll be busy with it next, you'll see more dead people." Yang Zhi looked at the spark in the distance and said, "The next time I attack, it will definitely be more violent."

"Do they still dare to come?"

"Why don't you dare to come! This is a war. You think it's a street fight. You can't take advantage of it, so you stop. They are here to destroy the destruction. The dead and how many people die are not within their considerations." Yang Zhi said. "You can't let go of your anger. Keep the dead and injured away from this place, so don't let their existence affect the morale of the young and strong. This is a good opportunity to consolidate the army. Look at those experienced veterans, you are not idle at this moment."

Murong Yuan looked at the city wall, and it was indeed the case.

"General, what am I going to do now?"

"Of course it's not to sit here, but to encourage them and to swear to them that the enemy is vulnerable." Yang Zhi smiled and said, "It's the most appropriate thing for you to do this."

"Go to do it right away." Murong Yuan jumped up and walked away quickly.

Yang Zhi looked at the busy people on the city wall with a smile. The first wave was the most difficult. Fortunately, with the guns and airships, the second wave would be much better, at least it would not be as busy as the first wave. With the first experience, the officers could roughly judge that those people were more courageous and more suitable to stand in front.

At the port, Wu Shu looked at Ning Zefeng and Duan Tiande angrily at the opposite side, "Is this what you call a militia?"

Duan Tiande smiled and said, "The leader Wushu has also fought with them personally. I think the leader knows the level of these people. They are indeed militia, but they are powerful because of their weapons."

"What weapons are those things that make loud noises?" Wu Shu said with lingering fear.

"The Ming people call them artillery, which looks scary, but in fact they are so powerful." Ning Zefeng said disdainfully: "Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang for a while, how many people died under the leader Wushu?"

Wu Shu thought for a while and nodded: "That's right."

"When the leader leads the team to charge again, the team will be dispersed. Don't always aim at a point larger, but expand the attack surface and bring more shields to effectively protect the body." Ning Zefeng suggested.

"There is a man on the city wall that looks amazing." Wu Shu remembered the Ming general who came and went like the wind.

"That person is Yang Zhi, who is the general of the Ming Dynasty and the godfather of the prince of the Ming Dynasty." Ning Zefeng smiled and said, "Master Wushu, if you can kill him, I think your tribes in Liaodong will at least not have to worry about insufficient money and food in this life."

"I can't beat him alone, but if I have a few helpers, it's possible." Speaking of money and grain, Wu Shu couldn't help but emit light from his eyes.

Duan Tiande couldn't help laughing as Wu Xiang held a huge shield in one hand and dragged a huge mace in the other and organized his troops to prepare for an attack again.

"Have you moved your stuff back? The fleet is ready to anchor, and my feeling of anxiety is getting stronger and stronger." Ning Zefeng asked.

"I have moved two units here. They are too big and not easy to move. I'm going to get two more units." Duan Tiandedao.

"No, since you already have two, it's enough. Is there a big difference between two more and two less? Let your people get on the boat and have a daughter, Naoto, start the second charge, let's leave." Ning Zefeng said decisively.

In the distance, Naoto, a daughter, really launched a huge charge again. However, this time Wu Shu accepted Ning Zefeng's suggestion. The entire team was very high and of course, and also ran very fast. They needed to quickly pass through the cannon firing world. Above their heads, the airship was following them, but they never threw down something that would explode. The enemy flew too scattered. Apart from listening to a sound, the results of the battle would not be too great. It would be better to throw down when they were siegeing the city and the team seemed more dense.

The artillery was still roaring, but it was obvious that it was no longer a threat to the birth of a girl.

The siege began again, and Naoto, who had a daughter, ran wildly and jumped up like a copy of the last attack, jumping up the city with a fearless spear. However, this time, the people below also picked up the weapons dropped by their companions on the ground and smashed them down the city wall.

And with the first experience and lessons in the city, the response was obviously more organized.

When both sides were more rational, the casualties of both sides immediately rose rapidly. Yang Zhi stood on the city gate building with his sword, watching Murong Yuan fight on the top of the city. He would not get started until the most dangerous time. Now he exists as a firefighter.

The nearby war situation did not attract much attention. After all, he had not seen such a strong war yet. Instead, Ning Zefeng's actions on the harbor made him pay more attention.

Because at this time, Ning Zefeng's warship was slowly withdrawing from the harbor.

"It turns out that he is as cunning as a fox. He abandoned these guys and ran away cleanly." Yang Zhi flattered his mouth, "But I don't think you can run away this time. Your brother is no worse than you."

Ning Zefeng's intuition has always been very effective, which has allowed him to escape danger many times in his past pirate career. This time, he still believed his intuition without hesitation and was ready to run away.

But it is obvious that luck seems to be no longer favoring him this time. More than ten warships have not yet fully left the port. On the distant sea surface, a series of bright light pillars pierced the darkness, making them so dazzling and dazzling.
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