The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

The dark clouds in the sky are getting lower and lower, gathering continuously on the earth.

There was thunder in the dark clouds. In this place near the sea, the sea breeze is most likely to cause heavy rain.

Raindrops began to fall from the sky, and thunder and raindrops arose at the same time.

The strong wind rolled the dark clouds and sprayed continuously on the sea.

Under the dark clouds, there were [-] sparse indigenous soldiers.

Like crazy, they waved the weapons in their hands and rushed towards the Han people in front of them.

This is only a defensive camp consisting of 300 people. For them, it is just a small slope.

They didn't take these people seriously at all, they thought that no one could beat them.

They are getting faster and faster, and they are getting more and more crazy.

But the charge formation had no rules at all, and the wooden guns in their hands were held in their hands at will, or dragged on the ground.

The shoes on their feet are lost without knowing it, and their hearts are filled with fanatical desire for profit.

Now they just want to rush over and kill all the Han people in front of them.

The square team formed by the Han people in these three formations raised the firecrackers in their hands and aimed at the aboriginal soldiers rushing forward.

If they were ordinary people, the enemies rushing towards them like a tide would have already spun their legs in fright.

But these Han people have been trained before.

"Fire!"

The commanders of these Han people shouted and were the first to fire the firecrackers in their hands.

With the firing of the firecracker, the bullets flew out.

The firecrackers crackled and rang continuously, and the lead flew in the air, interweaving with thunder and lightning a feast of death.

Blood began to pool on the ground, and the native soldiers who rushed to the front were shot and fell to the ground.

However, the native soldiers behind them did not see the tragedy ahead, they kept charging forward instinctively.

The loud sound from the firecrackers was also covered by the thunder in the sky, and no one would care about the native soldiers who fell on the ground.

They were stepped on the ground by the people behind them, and they still had a lot of momentum to charge.

After a round of firing, the three hundred strong men began to load ammunition and start firing again.

However, under the attack of these natives, the distance between them and these Han people continued to shrink.

Just when they thought they could smash the camp of the three hundred Han people, suddenly there were several loud voices.

Immediately afterwards, several black dots flew into the sky.

Those were eliminated by Sun Jie a long time ago, the empty thunder and the gas tank cannon.

They lined up not far behind the three hundred Han people.

Those bursts of air thunder were densely packed like wasps flying out of a hive at the same time.

The shell drew a beautiful arc in the air, carrying the breath of death, and landed in the camp of the native soldiers.

There was an explosion, and the fragments flew out, and there were people around who were covering their wounds and fell to the ground.

The screams were endless, the minced meat and internal organs were intertwined on the ground, and they were stepped into the mud by the people who came later, and the stench in the air became more and more intense.

This is hell.

Zheng Chenggong released the drone, because they have now come to the coastline and are ready to dock.

The UAV flew farther and higher, even in the wind and rain, it still maintained a certain stability.

The pictures sent back and the sound of guns and guns let him understand what happened.

"Everyone gathers urgently and prepares to land. The people are in trouble, and we must rescue them in time."

Zheng Chenggong stood on the deck, shouting loudly.

The messenger behind him also rushed into the cabin and delivered the news through the radio on the ship.

Of course, the radio stations on their ships were all allocated to them by Sun Jie.

The speed of these people was very fast, and within a short time, densely packed boats landed on the sea.

They are like arrows leaving the string, all sticking to the coastline.

Then they used all kinds of weapons and assembled on the shore.

The troops in Zheng Chenggong's hands were far less elite than Sun Jie's. The weapons used by the troops in his hands, in addition to the ones purchased from Sun Jie before, also included a considerable number of swords and spears.

But this does not affect their combat effectiveness.

Zheng Chenggong stood in front of these people, said a few simple rhetoric, and led them to attack.

There were about 5000 of these soldiers, and they were divided into two groups. One was led by Zheng Chenggong himself to rescue the Han people, and the other was led by Zheng Zhibao and went directly to the headquarters in Malari.

These people were as fast as chicken blood, especially Zheng Chenggong, who was extremely fast on this rocky beach.

Just like a rabbit, he is fast to the extreme with an MG42 machine gun that Sun Jie gave him.

His personal guards were distributed around him, and several of them carried MG42 magazines and bullets on their shoulders.

The distance between them and the native soldiers was getting closer and closer, and they were within the range of the machine gun in the blink of an eye.

It's a tangled bush.

The native soldiers on the opposite side were already stunned by those shells, especially those in front. They didn't know where the shells came from. They were frightened by the tragic scene and ran around on the ground, fearing that they would be affected.

They fled in all directions, wishing they could use both hands and feet.

After Zheng Chenggong saw this scene, he would not give up this great opportunity.

He immediately cleaned up the bushes in front of the machine gun, and then hurriedly fixed the machine gun in his hand on the ground.

The guard next to him also hurriedly loaded the bullets in his hand into the barrel of the gun.

Zheng Chenggong's face was gloomy and cold, and his gaze was like a falcon.

With a sinister smile on his mouth, he pulled the trigger with his index finger.

The sound of chainsaws began to spread in the heavy rain, and the tracer bullets guiding the direction fell like shooting stars among the indigenous soldiers.

Metal bullets penetrated the chests of these people, cutting off their vitality.

Either hit the heart and directly blow the heart into a blood mist, or hit the lungs, or hit the abdomen.

No matter where it hits, no one will survive.

The soldiers behind Zheng Chenggong also rushed towards the native soldiers under the leadership of their respective commanders.

Zheng Chenggong used it as a cover, and the machine gun in his hand never stopped.

This is not a war at all, but a massacre.

Cannonballs and firearms keep appearing here.

This place has become bloodier than a slaughterhouse, and the rainwater collected on the ground has long since turned red.

The smell of blood in the air was so old that even the strong sea breeze couldn't dissipate it.

Malari, who was at the end of the line, heard the sound of guns and guns.

He stopped and came to a high ground.

Holding up the binoculars and looking forward, in the field of vision, streaks of fire appeared in front, like thunder in the sky, constantly washing the earth.

"What's going on here? Where did it come from? Why was there such a violent explosion?"

Malari seemed to see a ghost, and the binoculars in his hands trembled with fear.

The sea breeze blowing from the front carried a strong smell of blood, making him sick.

He covered his mouth and nose, resisted the uproar in his stomach, and jumped off the high ground.

He stopped all the subordinates in his hand, and led them to escape to the headquarters without even thinking about it.

Although he had [-] native soldiers in his hands, he didn't think that these soldiers could block the violent explosion ahead.

He is very clear that if he passes now, it will only lead to a dead end.

In fact, there are quite a few artillery pieces in the city where the Governor's Mansion is located.

However, these artillery pieces are relatively heavy, and they were not carried when they came out this time.

As a soldier, he has a deep understanding of the power of artillery, and he also deeply understands that it is impossible for people like himself to survive the artillery.

Now that artillery suddenly appeared in front, it means that Sun Jie is likely to get involved. Since enemies can appear in front, who can guarantee that there will be no other directions?

The most urgent thing is to defend your own place first.

Their combat effectiveness is not good, but when it comes to escaping for their lives, they are indeed excellent.

They gallop across the ground, very fast.

But they didn't expect that just when they were about to enter the city, Zheng Zhibao suddenly came behind them.

Zheng Zhibao's eyes brightened instantly when he saw Malari and the others dressed completely differently from the indigenous soldiers.

He immediately understood that these people who came over must be those hateful colonists.

The heavy rain made it difficult to see their faces clearly, but Zheng Zhibao was able to tell their origins based on their clothes.

Without saying a word, he began to let his soldiers chase them.

He also held a 98K, aimed it forward, and pulled the trigger.

Metal bullets flew out of the barrel and hit a soldier.

The soldier was not far from Mallari, just in front of him.

Because the gunshots were covered by the thunder in the sky, it gave people the impression that after a flash of lightning and a thunder, the soldier suddenly fell to the ground.

There is a black hole on the back, and blood is continuously flowing out.

Malari looked at the corpse on the ground in panic, at a loss.

"Hey, what's going on here? Who can tell me!"

At this moment, the whistle of bullets rang in his ears.

A soldier in front of him fell to the ground again.

He finally reacted and suddenly looked back.

He saw a large group of menacing soldiers.

He panicked, he was in a hurry.

"Run for your life, run quickly, go back quickly."

Mallary yelled.

It was nearly two hundred steps away from Zheng Zhibao, and it was still raining heavily.

What kind of weapon is it that can be used in this heavy rain?And can it hit this far?

You must know that the matchlock guns they used could not be fired in the heavy rain.

Matchlock guns that don't fire, not even fire sticks.

Zheng Zhibao smiled evilly, reloaded the 98K in his hand, raised the gun again, aimed at a soldier, and then pulled the trigger.

After the gunshots, another Frankie soldier was killed on the ground.

Only a few people own 98k, and most of the rest use those old firecrackers and spears and swords.

So the 98K gunshots seemed very thin, but the soldiers he led rushed forward with crazy steps.

The rain in the sky was heavy, continuously flowing down Malari's face, making it impossible for him to see how many people were coming in front of him.

In panic, he could only keep running, and he could only throw down the corpses on the ground.

The Frangji soldiers around were like him, running back like crazy.

They didn't think about resisting at all, because they were scared out of their wits.

"What the hell is going on? Are these people the ones on the sea? Are they finally going to act? Damn it, they should have thought of it a long time ago."

Malari suddenly realized, and finally figured out what was going on.

From his point of view, all of this was arranged, and this was Sun-jae's killing of him.

Because of the distance and the fact that Malari was very close to the city, by the time Zheng Zhibao and the others came up to them, Malali and the others had already fled into the city.

Although some soldiers remained, they were not many, only a few hundred.

Looking at the closed city gate, Zheng Zhibao had a lot of sneers on his face.

If it was before, it would be a headache to encounter such a thing, but now, it is just a common thing.

There is enough gunpowder in the army, and it is not a thing at all to blow open the city gate.

So, he began to order the soldiers in his hands to pile up gunpowder under the city gate.

Malari also came to the city wall, a bastion building whose defensive capabilities were far from inferior to that of Zeelandia.

He spotted the soldiers busy outside the city gate in an instant.

Although I don't know what they piled there, I can guess their intentions.

"Hurry up and shoot them, hurry up, don't let them go on like this."

Malari was on fire, and the sweat on his forehead mixed with the rain from the sky, flowing down crazily.

As soon as the words fell, a soldier next to him raised his matchlock gun.

It's a pity that the fire rope has already been doused by the heavy rain in the sky, and there is no way to use it.

Even the cannons on the city wall were difficult to release smoothly in the heavy rain.

Finally fired a cannon, but also because of too much moisture in the air, resulting in an extremely limited range.

Just as Malari was in a hurry, a loud noise came from the city gate.

Immediately afterwards, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and the city walls were like undulating tarpaulins.

Mallary understood in an instant what was going on.

I saw fireworks flying there, bricks and tiles splashing everywhere.

The broken bricks and sawdust that flew over hit some soldiers around him.

These deadly things harvested the lives of his soldiers, ruthless and cruel.

The heavy rain suppressed the dust and mist there, and dense figures rushed out from the rain curtain.

"Damn, damn Qin people, these yellow-skinned monkeys, really damn!"

Malari cursed loudly.

How could he not understand what had happened?
"Quick, back, back, back!"

Malari frantically fled back and threw away the city wall.

The soldiers behind them didn't care about anything and ran wildly.

The wounded soldier moved very slowly, praying for someone to rescue him, but no one cared about him.

At this time, who can take care of them?
The corpses on the ground gradually cooled in the rain.

Zheng Zhibao stepped over the city wall, aiming the 98k in his hand again.