Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 128 The Autumn Wind Sweeps the Fallen Leaves

Zuo Jun came very quickly, and even said that he couldn't wait.

The clouds in the sky, like fish scales, are layer upon layer, and you can't see the edge at a glance. The blue sky is extraordinarily clear and bright.

"Is Lao Tzu so weak?"

Zhu Yixi climbed to the top of the city and had a panoramic view of the surrounding area for more than ten miles.

"Attack—"

Whoosh, the flag bearer was waving, and after a while, the Qin army outside the city received the signal and left the camp in a mighty manner.

I saw layers of Qin troops forming a square formation, with relatively neat steps, high morale, majestic red and black jackets, and red flags fluttering in the wind, giving off a sense of a strong army.

In order to distinguish, our own army wears red triangle scarves around their necks, making them even more fiery red.

Zhu Yixi nodded, then looked up.

I saw the left army with a huge army, walking out with great momentum, with chaotic flags of various colors and uneven uniforms.

Most of them are black and gray shabby jackets, some are just wrapped in a few single clothes, and the red and black military robes of officers and soldiers are small, less than [-]%.

The footsteps are disordered, the army is weak, the steps are chaotic, and the weapons are worrying.

Zhu Yixi didn't see much of the shotgun firearms that the Ming army depended on.

"This is worse than breaking into a thief. I will believe it even if it is said to be a thief."

Zhu Yixi shook his head when he saw it, full of disdain.

Such a birdman deserves to be called the Ming Army?

It's no wonder Daming didn't die.

Zuo Liangyu also looked up from the heights, and when he saw the well-groomed, brightly armored, and imposing Qin army, he took a breath instantly:

"These tens of thousands of people are well organized, and the military is at its peak. How can it be that they are fledglings?"

Especially in the central army, tens of thousands of people marched like thunder, in uniform, shouting slogans straight into the sky, and shocked most of the left army at once.

"What are they shouting?"

Zuo Liangyu's fat body stood upright, listening intently.

"It seems to be defending Daming, who else is waiting for me."

Zuo Menggeng was taken aback for a moment, then leaned over to listen.

"This trip, I'm afraid we came by mistake."

Before the battle started, Zuo Liangyu felt a little lack of confidence: "Zhu Yixi has fought against intruders, it seems that it is not a fake."

"Father, we haven't started fighting yet, how can we grow others' ambition?"

Zuo Menggeng was quite speechless, he hurriedly said: "In the Ming army, after Sun Dushi was defeated and died, how can there be soldiers and horses in the whole south as good as us?"

"Now that our army has the upper hand, we can't defeat the intruders, and we can't defeat the Ming army?"

Without waiting for Zuo Liangyu's reaction, the newly appointed General Pingze went down to the city wall aggressively, rode his horse, and left in command of his troops.

Zuo Liangyu was helpless, and ordered in a cold voice: "Take care of him, and if there is any mistake, you will come and see him."

"As ordered!"

Immediately, thousands of members of the headquarters followed suit.

Zuo Menggeng didn't think much of it when he was on the top, but when the leader faced him, he felt palpitations.

The rows of troops were astonishingly powerful. Facing them, he was like a sailboat on the waves of the river, swaying from side to side, frightened from the bottom of his heart.

"Kill—" But no matter what, the military flag with the word "Zuo" has already appeared, so it is difficult to gather it.

While boosting morale, he led the troops to charge again and again.

As he went into battle in person, the huge and bloated left army finally quickened its pace and was about to get close to the Qin army.

Zuo Menggeng stopped slowly, with a serious face.

"What is this?"

I saw that suddenly, rows of muskets appeared in the Qin army, which were stronger than blunderbusses, and they were operated by two people, which was extremely conspicuous.

"Boom--"

Accompanied by the sound of huge gunshots, the infantry who ran too fast fell straight back, and hundreds of people fell in an instant.

Zuo Menggeng was taken aback, and looked up, the shotgun actually punched out a hole the size of a bowl, bleeding profusely.

"What kind of shotgun is this, so powerful?"

Zuo Menggeng was startled, looking at the rows of "shotguns" like spears, he thought: "If our army has one, wouldn't we not even have to be afraid of trespassers and trespassers?"

"Come on, let me all go, the shotgun can only fire one shot, and the rest is wood!"

"After the victory, Wuchang City was looted for three days—"

These words immediately awakened the shocked Zuo army, and plundered Wuchang, which made their blood boil even more. It was the number one city in Huguang.

All of a sudden, those who were not afraid of death screamed and rushed towards the strange musket.

"Crackling-"

I saw that one row of muskets retreated, and another row moved forward and pulled.

Attacked again, with heavy casualties.

"Three-stage shot?" Zuo Menggeng knew a lot after all, and he knew it immediately, and he was shocked.

At this time, the crackling sound was endless, and almost no one approached.

The power of raising a gun is no less than that of a cannon, and it is extremely fast.

Just like setting off firecrackers, the crackling sound is endless on the battlefield.

A quarter of an hour later, the battlefield was full of wailing, and many left soldiers had already hesitated to move forward, no matter how urged Zuo Menggeng was, they couldn't do it.

"What the hell, you can do what you want?" The general of the Zuo army repeatedly scolded and insulted, without giving the young master any face.

Zuo Menggeng was scolded so badly that he didn't even dare to speak back.

"I can't beat it, I can't beat it, keep the green hills, don't worry if there is no firewood, I will withdraw!"

Within a hundred steps of the Qin army, a terrifying vacuum zone was formed, and no one who entered survived, which greatly affected the morale of the left army.

"Is this not going to work?"

Zhu Yixi squinted his eyes, I haven't fired the cannon yet.

"Let the cavalry battalion arrest the general who is flying the Zuo character flag. This kid is either Zuo Liangyu's son or a relative."

Zhu Yixi looked at the stagnant Zuo Jun, shook his head, and ordered.

"The left army is too useless, there is no advantage in numbers."

There is no challenge, which makes Zhu Yixi deeply understand why the Qing Dynasty swept Jiangnan.

This is a bad era.

"The whole army is attacking, I can't wait that long."

Waving his arms, Zhu Yixi shouted loudly: "This kind of garbage soldiers are not worth my time wasting."

In an instant, the Qin army made a big move, and the battalions no longer cooperated with the Chinese army. Instead, they became a pack of wolves who left the team one by one, running eagerly, going deep into the flock, and catching prey.

The chaotic and demoralized Zuo Army was suddenly stunned by such an all-out attack.

Fear, anger, fear...

So, I don't know when to start, to run away for consensus.

Run away, run away.

Zuo Menggeng didn't care about anything else, he turned his horse's head and wanted to go back to the camp.

It's just a pity that his armor and war horse are too eye-catching, and a cavalry hastened to stare at him.

"It's a big fish—" Li Jingwu was overjoyed, and hurriedly followed.

Zuo Menggeng looked back and saw more than a hundred riders chasing him closely, with excitement on his face.

"Damn-"

Zuo Menggeng gritted his teeth and whipped the horse vigorously.

After a while, he looked up and saw that he was less than a hundred steps away from the camp, and he was overjoyed.

"If you want to escape, there is no way—" Li Jingwu was furious, only ten steps away, he took out the ax on his horse and swung it forward.

"Pfft-"

The horse's hoof was chopped off, and Zuo Menggeng fell straight down, bloody and bloody.

"You are mine!" Li Jingwu grabbed it with one hand, placed it directly on his chest, and left happily.

"Meng Geng, Meng Geng!"

Zuo Liangyu was on the high platform and witnessed her son being arrested. For a moment, her heart felt extremely cramped.

"Zhu thief, I and you are inseparable!"

Zuo Liangyu gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and led his confidant army, quickly abandoned the camp and retreated at all costs.

On the battlefield, tens of thousands of left troops fled in chaos, all directions.

Zhu Yixi looked at it, just like wild boars everywhere, Fang kept capturing and capturing them, the scene was extremely joyful.

"Huh? Zuo Liangyu ran away?"

Zhu Yixi squinted his eyes and saw that the Zuo Jun camp was in chaos, but Zuo Liangyu's handsome flag was still flying.

But he felt that the old fox might have run away.

(End of this chapter)