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Chapter 670: Welcome to Master Wang

The Siamese people with red eyes saw parabolic objects throwing over, and they were slightly stunned.

For them, every "thing" in the Ming army was terrible, but this thing seemed to be nothing strange. Could it be that it was to hurt people by smashing stones?

Of course, this is absolutely impossible.

How could they know that they were facing grenadiers. The organization of grenadiers was actually not many. The entire Lang Son Army had 5,000 or 6,000 people, but only 300 people, but these people had special training subjects.

Long-distance running with weight is a must, and queue drills are also a must. However, when others are practicing musket shooting, they are lifting weights. It is good, they are constantly connecting with arm strength. Naturally, special daily shooting training is essential, and they practice this almost day and night, so for them, throwing bullets has become a part of their lives.

Any mistake may be a death, because once the grenadier slips his hand, the bullet is not thrown out and explodes in his own queue. That means a large number of friendly troops were killed and injured. Therefore, the grenadiers' training is particularly harsh and no mistake is allowed.

In addition to a sword that can fight at any time, their assembly is full of bags on their chests, which is quite like a disciple of the Beggars' Sect... No, at least it should be the image of the Nine Bag Elder.

And now, it is time for them to show their power.

In an instant, the Siamese people understood something.

Then, in their team, there began to explode constantly.

One...two...two...twenty...fifty...one hundred...

Countless hand bullets exploded one after another, but these hand bullets were actually not so clever. They were just gunpowder and iron nails, which were quite like larger firecrackers, but the power of these giant firecrackers. With the iron nails and iron sand exploded at the same time, it was extremely terrifying...

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

The smoke of gunpowder boiled, the sand flew away, and the thick smoke had swallowed everyone dozens of feet away. Tens of thousands of iron nails and iron sand began to sputter around irregularly after the violent explosion, and suddenly, around this, people fell down one after another.

Even the people who were not stabbed into the flesh by iron nails were stunned. They all fell to the ground with their heads in fear, and they did not dare to show off.

I was still shouting to kill Zhentian just now, but suddenly, after the violent explosion, everyone became quiet.

Then there was the wailing sound from all directions. Some people were hit by dozens of iron nails, and blood was flowing out of the body. Some people were beaten beyond recognition. Some were close to the explosion point, so they were charred all over, and even the vine armor burned and the flesh was burned. With the screams, the smell of barbecue was smelled.

The Siamese people in the back team were also stunned. Even the elephant soldiers who were about to rush forward were shocked at this moment. The elephant began to become restless. Even the two giant elephants that were close to each other kneeled down on their front feet, and the elephant soldiers sitting on their heads were directly thrown off.

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Twist...

Countless iron nails sputtered far away, and some sporadic iron nails hit the iron shield directly, and the Ming army was unscathed.

But this did not stop. A team of musketeers came out from behind the iron shield and, with a command, another row of musketeers was released.

Slap sex...

After the gunman squatted down and retracted into the iron shield, the grenadier was ready and another round of hand bounces flew out.

This rhythm is flawless and without any pickiness. Shield soldiers, tree shields, musketeers fired volleys in the gap, attacking sporadic enemy enemies, and grenadiers directly used their hands to disrupt the opponent's position, and killed and injured the enemy enemies on a large scale. After a few rounds, there was no enemy within a hundred feet.

The Siamese lost countless bodies and immediately collapsed. The defeated soldiers in front of them rushed to the back team. The two sides trampled together. The elephant was frightened and no longer obeyed. She ran wildly in the team of defeated soldiers, trampling a person into meat paste.

The defeat is like a mountain of fallen, and this marching and war is all about breath. When the other party is afraid and leaves his back to himself, it is time to reap the results.

At this time, more and more Ming troops crossed the river. A group of Lang Shan Guard cavalry shouted together, and rushed out like arrows, holding machetes, killing wildly.

The other soldiers and horses pressed forward together, chasing the defeated soldiers with three or five people...

After Lang Son Wai crossed the river, the Shenjiwei was immediately followed. In the rolling smoke of gunpowder, figures appeared one by one and began to expand the results of the battle.

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Failed...

Just lost...

In fact, when the Ming army was approaching, Zhaolu Qunying did not fail to think that he would be defeated. But he never expected that he would be defeated so badly. He had spent countless scheming and countless manpower and material resources to create everything. As a result, the Ming army saw clearly that it was so vulnerable, not bad, vulnerable! Even the Ming army had not touched it, and it was over. He lost all his bets in one go. He was so thorough that he was reluctant to believe it until now. Should he believe that Zhaolu Qunying, like everyone else, was surrounded by the fear deep in his heart. He had abandoned the battle elephant and fled to the city with dozens of personal guards. Behind were the defeated soldiers, all over the mountains, and then there were the arrogant Ming cavalry, and the pursuers like waves.

"It's over...it's over..." Zhaolu Qunying didn't know what he was feeling. He had obviously had many trump cards before, and he was still the king of the West, forcing Wanbang to be impressed, but now he lost everything at once.

After arriving at the city gate, Zhaolu Qunying finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he returned to the big city, gathered the defeated troops again, and conquered some civilian power, he might be able to hold on for a while. As long as he persisted and persisted until the reinforcements arrived, he would have a chance...

Of course, this opportunity is just a glimmer of hope.

The city gate is open.

Zhaolu Qunying quickly entered the city, and the defeated soldiers flocked in. What greeted Zhaolu Qunying was a group of frightened Siamese princes and ministers.

How could they not pay attention to this battle? They had already stood on the city tower and saw clearly. Although they were just looking into the distance in a vague way, they were already clear.

"Meet the king..."

Zhaolu Qunying was too lazy to pay attention to them and shouted: "Close the city gate, close the city gate..."

"Master, no." The person who stood up to speak was also considered the elder Wu Tai of Siam. This Wu Tai was loyal to Zhaolu Qunying. Zhaolu Qunying respected him very much and led him as his right-hand man. Moreover, this man was extremely obedient to him and never disobeyed his wishes. But he didn't expect that today, Wu Tai was talking.

Zhaolu Qunying said angrily: "What did you say?"

But Wu Tai said with a delight: "King, once the city gate is closed, it is equivalent to giving all our soldiers to the Ming army. At that time, who will rely on to protect the Siam Kingdom? Please think twice."

The truth is that if the city gate is closed and the defeated soldiers cannot enter, it means that they have completely given up. But then again, if the city gate is closed and the defeated soldiers can enter, the Ming army can also come in. Zhaolu Qunying felt that Wu Tai was really confused and sneered: "If the Ming army breaks the city, you and I will die without a place to bury you and I will die."

But Wu Tai fell to the ground and said, "The old minister thinks that there is still a chance to save the current crisis."

Zhaolu Qunying's mind moved. He was indeed indifferent to his six senses. Now seeing this Wu Tai Zhizhu holding it, he couldn't help but ask: "What opportunity, you just say it's okay!"

Wu Tai still knelt at Zhaolu Qunying's feet and said, "Siam is a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty. What the Ming Dynasty hated was nothing more than a king. If the king did not adhere to the way of the vassal ministers, he should be punished. As long as the king died, the ministers and others could survive in the world."

When Zhaolu Qunying heard this, he was furious and wanted to pull out the knife from his waist, shouting: "A traitor, the king of Japan will take your dog's head!"

His sword had been pulled out, but Wu Tai was still kneeling at his feet. Zhao Lu Qunying was furious and raised his sword to kill him. However, at this time, the princes and ministers surrounded Wu Tai rushed forward, one holding a dagger and stabbed into Zhao Lu Qunying's waist. The other hugged his waist from behind, making him unable to move. Some of the others drew their swords, and some hugged his legs hard. Zhao Lu Qunying twitched, and blood was dormant, and another stabbed him in the chest. He screamed and spit out blood. A generation of heroes died.

All of this is just a moment.

Zhaolu Qunying's personal guards had not responded yet. In fact, even if they reacted, it was too late, because beside them, there were a group of city defense soldiers staring at them with malicious intentions.

Na Wutai slowly stood up, looked at Zhaolu Qunying's corpse, and his face was still calm.

All of this was naturally planned. At this time, loyalty was just a joke. The Ming army entered the city sooner or later. Instead of fighting with beasts, hundreds of people in his family were directly killed by the Ming army. It would be better to surrender immediately at this time. Zhaolu Qunying just turned his name to surrender!
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