I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 98 You, Are You Really Han Chinese?

Chapter 98 You, Are You Really Han Chinese?
On the iron-clad battleship, eighteen giant cannons were fired at the same time, and eighteen fire snakes sprayed out from the slightly inclined barrels.

Bang bang bang!
Accompanied by a series of sharp roars, a half-foot-high wind and waves suddenly rose on the calm sea.

Immediately!

The slave cavalry suddenly heard a loud noise, and before they could react to what happened, they were overwhelmed by a large area of ​​raging artillery fire.

The flames were raging, and the smoke was billowing.

Eighteen hollow-core howitzers exploded on the ground, bursting out with huge air waves, shrapnel flying across, and iron nails wreaking havoc, like eighteen demons from hell.

Turned into some stumps, broken arms, and pieces of flesh and blood, swaying all over the sky.

Many people were blown into pieces of rotten meat without even making a miserable cry...

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

"We've been beaten!"

The camp of 800 people instantly turned into a hell on earth.

After a while, those Jiannu cavalrymen who were not killed by the bombing suddenly reacted and fled in a daze.

The violent explosion and the hurricane-like air waves broke their hearts!

Immediately afterwards, before they could take a few steps, the second round of shells roared in.

Boom boom boom!
More people were once again covered by artillery fire.

Flames shot up into the sky, and thick smoke filled the air.

After two rounds of saturated bombing, less than half of the elite cavalry with 800 people survived.

"Damn Ming dog!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Seeing the frightened war horses fleeing in all directions and galloping away, the remaining Jiannu felt desperate and couldn't help yelling.

In the vast snowy field, the weather was freezing cold, and they knew very well what the cavalry would face without their horses.

"Where's Master Niu Luer? Come on, everyone regroup and prepare to fight!"

"Retreat while fighting, don't collapse!"

After all, Jiannu elite cavalry, even though they were suddenly caught off guard by two rounds of volleys, they still reacted quickly.

They hurriedly took down their bows and crossbows, and quickly assembled into a battle formation. While guarding against the Ming army's ambush, they ran wildly on the way back.

Unexpectedly, before they could run dozens of steps away, the third round of shells roared again.

Boom boom boom!
Dozens more were killed on the spot.

Some who were not completely dead struggled on the snow, howling, begging those who were not injured to take them away and not to keep him.

Then, slowly die in despair.

The formation that had just assembled was completely disintegrated.

The remnants of the Jiannu cavalry understood that if a group of people gathered together, they would only become the target of the Ming army's artillery fire.

"Run for your life!"

Two or 300 people dispersed in a hurry.

There are also clear-headed people who shouted loudly to stop, but in such a situation, who can listen to it?

So, they soon paid a heavy price for their decision.

The musketeers who had been lying in ambush on the snow field for a long time lay quietly in the snow nest, and took the time to open the safety and push the bullets into the chamber.

Take aim, take a deep breath.

Pull the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

The slave cavalry who had lost their horses rolled and crawled on the endless snow field, which was actually easier to fight than rabbits.

Even those musketeers with average marksmanship can kill one person with two or three shots at a distance of three or four hundred steps.

In less than a dozen breaths, the battle was basically over.

There were less than 50 people left, and they still wanted to make a final struggle, assembled into a battle formation, and charged in the same direction.

As a result, he was directly smashed into a sieve by several rounds of volleys from a team of musketeers...

……

And under Black Dragon City, another battle is coming to an end.

The fifty slave cavalry who urged the savage tribe to attack the city were just four or five hundred steps away from the city when the camp was bombed.

They reined in their horses and turned around, all dumbfounded.

"No, we've been tricked!"

"retreat!"

A captain gave a low shout and ordered to retreat.

In the end, before they could run seven or eight steps away, fifty musketeers pulled the trigger on the tall walls of Black Dragon City.

One round of salvo knocked down half of them.

Another round of volleys killed another seven or eight people.

The remaining [-] or so riders fled in panic, galloping wildly, trying to break out of the encirclement due north.

Immediately behind them were more than a hundred warriors from the savage tribe.

The old patriarch of the savage tribe looked back on his galloping horse and saw that the camp of Jiannu cavalry had been covered by two rounds of artillery, with raging flames and thick smoke billowing.

This slave cavalry is finished.

The old patriarch patted his horse forward, made a strange gesture to the warriors of the savage tribe, and reined in the horse's head.

More than a hundred savage tribe warriors understood and reined in their horses one after another, allowing the horses to raise their hooves on the cold and hard snow, blowing out two balls of white hot air.

"Boys, the Black Dragon City is empty, let's go and attack the city!"

The old patriarch gave an order, and the warriors of the savage tribe galloped towards Black Dragon City.

"Aren't those barbarians crazy? How did they go back?" A slave cavalryman found out and asked loudly.

"Let them die, let's retreat for a while..."

There was a crisp sound of 'bang'.

The voice of the slave cavalryman stopped abruptly.

He was hit by a bullet in the front door, and he was thrown backwards. One foot was caught in the stirrup, and he was pulled by the frightened horse and galloped away on the snow.

On the vast snowfield, only a bright red blood stain remained.

Bang bang bang!
After several rounds of volleys, none of the slave cavalry remained, and all of them were killed by the musketeers who had ambushed in advance.

Dozens of war horses that had lost their owners ran for a while in a daze, then slowly stopped, looking back with lingering fear, just like some helpless children...

……

After the battle, after a cup of tea, the heavy gate of Black Dragon City slowly opened.

A musketeer walked out of the city gate quickly, bowed to the old patriarch of the savage tribe, and laughed in the unskilled savage tribe dialect: "The distinguished guests are coming, but we are still busy cleaning up the corpses of those slaves and animals. ,I'm so sorry!
Our Marquis said, you are distinguished guests, please come in.

Our Lord Hou has already prepared the food and drink, and we are just waiting for the distinguished guests to take their seats! "

As he spoke, the musketeer bent over in an inviting gesture.

The old patriarch of the savage tribe pondered for a moment, then simply got off his horse and greeted him back: "Warriors, the Han city lord invited us to drink and eat meat, let's go."

The warriors of the savage tribe got off their horses and silently followed the old patriarch into the city.

"Patriarch, E Wenchun?"

Cao Wenzhao led Mao Bijiang and other people to wait in front of the "Hou Ye Mansion", when he saw the old patriarch of the Savage Tribe, he said with a gentle smile, "Master Cao Wenzhao, Marquis of Liaodong, has been waiting for you here for a long time.

Old patriarch, warriors, please! "

Cao Wenzhao made a gesture to invite all the savage tribes into the house.

Unexpectedly, the old patriarch hesitated for a moment, and asked in a harsh voice: "Are you really Ming Han?"

Cao Wenzhao was taken aback for a moment, and said with a smile: "Yes, we are really Han people of the Ming Dynasty. I am Cao Wenzhao, Marquis of Liaodong. I am ordered by Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty to take a brief look at the land of Liaodong."

When the old patriarch heard this, his expression was solemn.

The old man reached out and took out a skin bag from his bosom, held it to Cao Wenzhao with both hands, suddenly knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists and said, "Kuwu Island, Nuer Gandusi, the deputy commander, E Wenchun, pays homage to Lord Liaodong Hou!"

(End of this chapter)

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