minions live

However, before Xia Bangwei turned around, a messenger came running over with joy.

"General," he excitedly waved the paper in his hand, "news from General Lu on the East China Sea Barrier."

At the same time, from north to south, from sea to land.

The more than 9,000 troops that Yang Miao, Mo Canghai, Yu Haojiang, Huang Ming, Zhong Lifu and Lu Yulong had placed at other intersections when they came from Huapingyi Road all received the same windmill.

Call ~

Lin Hanmo, who was sitting farthest away, was the first to react.

Like the wind, he rushed to the soldier and snatched the letter from the soldier's hand with lightning speed.

Opening it hurriedly, there were two words on the huge letter paper.

Time!

Lin Hanmo was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed heartily.

Before he could stop laughing, he punched the small table in front of the three of them with a heavy punch.

The watchtower was narrow, so the table used by the generals was not large, but still sturdy.

However, with Lin Hanmo's punch, the small table immediately fell into pieces and shattered to the ground.

Lu Yulong and the other two were stunned. When they received the news, they immediately understood.

In the past two days, apart from going to fight, Lin Hanmo had been chatting and laughing with the two of them. On the surface, he seemed calm and normal.

But after all, including his grandfather Lin Daxiong, almost all the men of the Annan Hou Mansion are in Huayang County.

Nowadays, many are dead, some are out of touch, and I don’t know how many of them will be able to return to Star City alive after this battle.

Lin Hanmo felt regretful and resentful, and his stomach was filled with anger.

Now seeing Lu Fuhai's counterattack time, it finally broke out.

After coming back to his senses, Lin Hanmo looked shy and quickly apologized to the two of them.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

"However," he stared at the brightly lit Lu Zuohe below, "During the counterattack, the front line belongs to me, and none of you can steal it from me!"

Lu Yulong laughed and reached out to pat his shoulder.

"Don't worry, no one will rob you."

"But the Japanese pirates have built three bridges down there. In addition to the bridge in the middle that connects to the post road, the other two are almost completed."

Chabon's eyes lit up, "What Lao Lu said is that there is still some time before midnight, and the upper and lower bridges will definitely be repaired by then."

By then, the three of them will have exactly one seat each, so no one will have to grab it.

As for whether the Japanese pirates could repair the two bridges, they were not worried.

Just tell the soldiers on this side of the river to reduce their attack intensity.

If there is no obstruction, even if the river is wider, building a bridge will not be a problem.

"Come here, give me the order. Everyone should eat and drink quickly, check their equipment, and prepare for counterattack!"

The orders from the watchtower were quickly passed down.

All the soldiers were refreshed.

The deafening shouts of Xu Qianchang from the East China Sea Barrier rang out from the trebuchet position at the rear.

"You all listen to me. We will launch a collective counterattack at midnight tonight. The generals need to keep the three broken bridges open. All the targets of the trebuchets should try to avoid them and only hit the Japanese pirates on both sides of the river."

"Also, as long as you have the ability, you can fire as many stone bullets as you want. There is no need to keep the cubs alive."

Long-range attack trebuchets are usually large, heavy, and inconvenient to transport, making them almost impossible to use in counterattack and pursuit.

It's better to make the best use of everything now, throw out all the ammunition, and try to kill the enemy as much as possible.

"Do you hear that clearly?" he yelled.

The huge trebuchet position suddenly resounded with excited responses from the aimers.

"Clear."

Not long after, the energetic word "release" sounded from all directions.

----

Luzuo River.

Okamoto had just crossed the river and before he could clearly see the situation ahead, he was immediately stunned by countless falling rocks from the sky.

Boom boom boom.

The sound of dense heavy objects falling to the ground was heard.

The surrounding mountains were shaking.

The Japanese pirate soldiers were either directly hit by stones and died.

Or they would be blinded by the lime paste in the sky, unable to tell the direction, and end up spinning around like a headless fly and being knocked over by stones.

The most terrible thing is to be splashed by those burning rubber, which will stick to the clothes or skin, burning the skin and flesh to pieces, and will not stop.

"General," a soldier held his shield tightly and looked at the sky in panic, "There seems to be something wrong with the frequency and intensity of the enemy's attacks."

Every time the bridge was repaired before, Yun Chuiren's trebuchet strikes would come as scheduled.

The attack intensity at that time was also very strong, but compared with now, it pales into insignificance.

It doesn't matter if the rain hits the banana trees. The current trebuchets are like washing both sides of the Luzuo River with stones, rubber lime, etc.

snort. Okamoto snorted coldly.

He didn't know how many gravels he had scratched, and his head and face were covered with blood.

However, he was not surprised but delighted.

"Don't worry. A dog will jump over the wall if it's anxious, but a rabbit will bite someone if it's anxious. This is probably Lin Hanmo's last desperate counterattack."

"Please pass on the order and continue to widen and strengthen the three bridges to ensure unimpeded movement of the following troops."

"clear."

"Besides, the trebuchet won't last long, and the enemy is almost dead. Everyone is on board, and no matter who dares to retreat, they will be shot to death."

"Yes!"

"And more," Okamoto wiped the blood from his face heavily, gritted his teeth and looked at the deep and winding trenches ahead.

"If anyone sees Lin Hanmo, just tell him, and I will take his fucking head with my own hands."

The ordering soldier looked strange, but he still responded loudly, "I have the order!"

Time flies, and less than half an hour passes in the blink of an eye.

Okamoto, who was hiding in a temporary bunker, was distracted listening to the falling rocks outside and the moans around him.

"It's time for these stupid trebuchets to stop."

In this case, he didn't know how many times he shouted secretly.

"Don't worry, general," the guard next to him quickly complimented, "it will be soon."

But soon, Okamoto knew that he was wrong.

The attacks from the sky were still continuous, and the falling rocks, rubber, etc. seemed to be endless, and they kept hitting the Japanese pirate soldiers unable to get up.

Not to mention killing Lin Hanmo now, even if he wanted to move ten feet to the west, he would have to pay a lot of life and blood.

After another half an hour, Okamoto's expression gradually became serious.

"Something's wrong, something's definitely wrong."

As long as the trebuchet is not broken, it can fire continuously, but the crew members are human, and manpower is limited after all.

If Lin Hanmo only had three thousand soldiers and horses, excluding the small soldiers in the trench, the remaining people would not be able to support the attack intensity of this rock-throwing unit.

"Come here," Okamoto glanced at the hourglass and shouted impatiently, "inform General Tsukamoto of the battle situation here."

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Luzuo River, east bank.

After Okamoto crossed the river, Tsukamoto Taro was also unable to stay.

He personally went to the Luzuo River, and the watchtower was set up next to the strike range of the trebuchet on the other side.

There were countless rocks falling and thick smoke billowing on both sides of the river. Tsukamoto Taro tried his best to look around, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

"General Tsukamoto..."

I am really afraid of what will happen.

Tsukamoto Taro was worried that people from the rear would be sent to inquire about the battle situation.

As a result, Ishikawa Taki's personal guards came over in person.

"...Yesterday you said you had captured Luzuo Academy. What's going on now?"

The little guard's voice was eerie.

"Now the main force of the East China Sea Barrier is about to block the Dinghai Pier. The general wants to know when you will arrive at Huayang City."

Tsukamoto Taro knew Ishikawa Taki's worries and couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.

"Back to the General, there is a small situation here at Lu Zuo Academy. Lin Hanmo gathered the surrounding villagers. There are a lot of people on the other side of the river. In addition, many places on the post road have been dug up and ambushed. So..."

Speaking of this, his voice rose.

"But don't worry, General. Our brothers are overcoming all difficulties and going west with all their strength. As for Huayang City, it will soon fall into our hands."

Humph.

The little guard looked at the dense falling rocks by the river and didn't know whether to believe it or not. Anyway, his face became colder and colder.

"I want the exact time!"

Tsukamoto Taro secretly groaned and subconsciously glanced at the hourglass next to him.

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's almost midnight now. At noon tomorrow at the latest, I will arrive at the gate of Huayang City, otherwise I will come to see you."

The voice has not fallen,

dong dong dong.

The fierce sound of war drums came from far away from the other side of the river.

The personal guards of Tsukamoto Taro and Ishikawa Taki looked at each other, each of them doubting their own ears.

This is……

Attack the drum?

Is Lin Hanmo going to launch a full-scale attack?

On the fifth day of the new year, receive the God of Wealth.

I wish you all a prosperous new year.