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

Human life is actually very fragile, just like the current indigenous soldiers.

The machine gun in Zheng Chenggong's hand spewed out bullets continuously, and the bullets shone with a metallic luster, carrying a murderous aura, piercing the chests of the indigenous soldiers and harvesting their lives.

"Da da da!"

Zheng Chenggong controlled the machine gun and fired forward in a fan shape.

The bullets are like rain, round after round.

This kind of scene is the same as the combine harvester harvesting wheat at the time of modern summer harvest.

Zheng Chenggong's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his index finger was tightly holding the trigger without any relaxation.

"what!!!"

"Help!!!"

The voice of the native soldier was miserable.

Under the heavy rain, the broken limbs gathered in low-lying places.

The native soldiers who survived fled around in the rain.

The soldiers in Zheng Chenggong's hands would not let them go, and rushed forward waving their weapons.

When Zheng Chenggong's manpower was mixed with the indigenous soldiers, his shooting frequency was much lower because of fear of accidental injury.

One of Zheng Chenggong's soldiers waved a broken iron knife in his hand, his eyes glowed red, and he slashed wildly on the neck of an aboriginal soldier.

The blade was too blunt to kill the native soldier for a while.

The native soldiers shouted frantically, screaming again and again.

Unsteady on his feet, he slipped and fell to the ground.

Zheng Chenggong's soldier struck again and again, as if he was killing a pig.

The screams spread far and wide in the heavy rain, making the people around tremble with fear.

But in Zheng Chenggong's ears, it was a beautiful voice.

He stood there, replacing the machine gun in his hand with a 98k, calling names one after another.

The native soldiers came like a tide and went away like a tide.

"Brothers, kill, kill these bastards!"

In the place where the Han people lived, there was suddenly a loud cry of killing.

Zheng Zhilong looked in the direction of the sound, and saw hundreds of people rushing towards us holding poles, sickles and various agricultural tools.

What's more, take a dung fork and a dung scoop.

What is martial virtue abundant?

This is called abundant martial arts.

"These people are really amazing!"

Zheng Chenggong said with a smile.

The common people were even crazier than Zheng Chenggong's soldiers, chasing the native soldiers like crazy.

A commoner with a dung fork beat a native soldier to the ground, and then used the dung fork in his hand to continuously poke his chest.

One after another, the internal organs were brought out by the dung fork.

The people holding the dung ladle directly smashed the dung ladle on the forehead of a native soldier. Although he was not killed immediately, the huge impact made him dizzy.

The dung ladle with the big dung was directly on the mouth of the native soldier, and the blood mixed with the dung and flowed down.

The people still didn't understand their hatred, and kept holding it with dung ladles.

The people next to him also came over and chopped viciously with the kitchen knife in their hands.

The aboriginal people hurt the Han people the most, and these people wished to kill all the aboriginal soldiers.

The heavy rain kept falling, the strong wind kept blowing, and there were more and more stumps and blood on the ground.

Zheng Zhibao led the soldiers behind him and chased the fleeing Malari.

Like a sheep seeing a wolf, Malari fled back to the Governor's Palace.

The Governor's Palace is a small castle with relatively tall walls.

When the gate was closed, Zheng Zhibao didn't let the soldiers in his hands attack immediately.

He looked at the closed door in front of him, with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Let's rush?!"

A follower rushed over and looked at Zheng Zhibao in high spirits.

Zheng Zhibao shook his head and said, "Don't worry!"

"Ah?! Why is this?!"

The follower looked puzzled.

"Why do you ask this? Go down quickly, focus on this place first, search around, don't give up any corner!"

Zheng Zhibao's eyelids drooped.

The follower wanted to say something more, but seeing Zheng Zhibao like this, he became depressed.

He had no choice but to take the subordinates behind him and follow Zheng Zhibao's method to go around.

Zheng Zhibao found a place to hide from the rain, and quietly looked at the Governor's Mansion in front of him.

In fact, if he led his men to charge at this time, there was a high probability that he would be able to break through the gate of the governor's mansion in front.

But he didn't want to.

Still the previous idea.

The number of soldiers in Zheng Chenggong's hands is too many, to an incredible degree.

If these manpower cannot be reduced, there will be problems.

Looking at Zheng Chenggong's posture before, he must be reluctant to do this like this, but Zheng Zhibao must do this.

This is an order given to him by Zheng Zhilong. If Zheng Chenggong can't do it, then Zheng Zhibao will do it.

He turned around, glanced at the soldiers who were fading away behind him, and sighed continuously in his heart.

These people are all good players, and many of them are Zheng Zhilong's old people.

But for his own benefit, he had to do so.

After the gate of the Governor's Mansion, Malari came to the city wall, looking at Zheng Zhibao and others in front of him, his face was full of confusion.

"It's not right. We were aggressive just now, and we have enough gunpowder in our hands. Our city gates and walls can't stop their bombing, let alone this small Governor's Mansion! But why didn't they respond? This It's not normal!"

Malari was full of doubts.

Doubts belonged to doubts, but he didn't let go, and hurriedly asked his soldiers to take out all the weapons in the warehouse.

In addition to the arquebus, the artillery from the fort on the city wall was pushed out and aimed at the people in front.

The rain in the sky gradually lightened, but Malari's worries became more and more serious.

When the rain in the sky stopped completely, Zheng Zhibao thought about the time and gathered some of the soldiers in his hands.

Now let these soldiers attack the city with bare hands.

The soldiers had long been filled with victory, and they didn't even notice that something was wrong with Zheng Zhibao's arrangement.

"Kill ah ah ah!"

"dash forward!"

Dozens of soldiers with long knives and guns rushed forward, screaming loudly.

When they had just arrived under the city gate, before they had any reaction, gunshots rang out on the city wall.

Gunshots rang out intensively, and these charging soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

In this wave, these dozens of soldiers suffered heavy losses.

Malari on the city wall was even more worried. He didn't understand why he would use such a clumsy method when he had the upper hand.

Just when he was puzzled, dozens and hundreds of soldiers rushed over.

Putting away the doubts in his heart, he hurriedly asked the gunner to fire.

These dozens of hundreds of soldiers were engulfed by artillery fire and suffered heavy losses.

"My lord, we have weapons, why don't we use them?! It's impossible to attack the city like this!"

A follower looked at Zheng Zhibao with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

He didn't understand why Zheng Zhibao would do this.

"What are our weapons? Besides the gunpowder, it is gunpowder, and the gunpowder has been damp just now, so it is not clear whether it can be ignited. If the gunpowder is damp and the battle fails, who can take responsibility?
All of our shells were left there just now, unless someone was sent over there, but there are more than 1 indigenous soldiers over there, how could they be transferred easily?

For so many years, you are used to fighting with the wind, and you don't know what the real war is like, this is not good! "

Zheng Zhibao's voice was very loud, roaring again and again.

The entourage was speechless, so he had no choice but to follow Zheng Zhibao's request and continue to organize his staff.

A strange scene appeared.

Looking down from the sky, soldiers are constantly dying, and the artillery on the city wall is constantly firing.

It was as if they had negotiated, and they cooperated well with each other.

Zheng Zhibao also understood that the soldiers should not be forced too much, otherwise there would be riots and mutinies.

Ever since, he stopped when he lost one-fifth of the soldiers in his hand.

To be honest, the lost manpower is still not enough, but that's all there is to it.

The dark clouds in the sky completely dissipated, and Zheng Chenggong came here with two hundred soldiers and artillery.

Looking at the corpses lying outside the Governor's Mansion, Zheng Chenggong understood what had happened.

Anger rose in his heart, and his teeth creaked.

"You, you, why are you doing this?!"

Zheng Chenggong came to Zheng Zhibao and asked with a gloomy expression.

Zheng Zhibao looked at him, and said in a very calm voice: "What to do? Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. There are no immortals in wars. You must accept the reality!"

"Asshole, what an asshole!"

Zheng Chenggong cursed and almost started to fight.

If it weren't for the fear of causing instability in the army, Zheng Chenggong would have rushed forward.

The soldiers led by Zheng Zhibao, seeing Zheng Chenggong coming, gathered together at once.

There was a lot of worry and panic on their faces.

Compared with just now, they don't have that firm belief.

Zheng Zhibao's actions just now severely damaged their self-confidence.

After all, these soldiers are not Sun Jie's soldiers, they are all old-fashioned feudal soldiers, it is enough to maintain this posture without running or turning back.

Looking at these demoralized soldiers, Zheng Chenggong felt like a knife was twisting his heart.

These people have followed him for a long time, they are all real people, but now they have become like this, how can they feel comfortable in their hearts?
"You have to understand, I did this for our family!"

Zheng Zhibao looked at Zheng Chenggong and said.

"Hmph, fart!"

Zheng Chenggong cursed, and then shook off Zheng Zhibao.

"The artillery is ready, build an artillery position, target the governor's mansion in front, and fire in a quarter of an hour!"

Zheng Chenggong shouted.

The voice was hysterical, and there was a lot of anger in it.

The artillery he brought moved quickly and began to build a position in front of the Governor's Palace.

Malari on the city wall looked at the artillerymen who were building artillery positions, feeling ominous in his heart.

The single-barrel telescope in his hand trembled with his hands, like sifting chaff.

"Quick, quick, let the artillery aim at the front, shell, shell!"

Mallari pointed in the direction of the artillery position and shouted.

The fort on the city wall began to turn, aiming at the artillery position.

However, it is several miles away from the artillery position, and there are defenses piled up with sandbags around it.

The cannons on the city walls are all bronze cannons.

The power is extremely limited, and some solid shells are used.

It is tantamount to a joke to deal with the natives, but to bomb the artillery positions several miles away.

"Boom boom boom!"

After a few rumbling cannons, black solid shells flew into the sky and headed towards the artillery positions.

It's a pity that the accuracy is so poor that many shells don't know where they flew.

Even if a few shells can fly to the place, they will fall to the ground without any lethality because of the loss of kinetic energy.

Zheng Chenggong looked at Malari on the city wall and the fort, and the resentment in his heart reached the extreme.

"fire!"

Zheng Chenggong came to the artillery position and shouted loudly.

The sound was heard throughout the position, and the artillery began to prepare.

"Bang bang bang!"

The continuous bang sounded in situ, like thunder from the sky.

The black cannonball flew towards the governor's mansion with the whistling sound and the cry of the god of death.

Malari on the city wall looked at the shells flying over and felt a chill in his heart.

"What kind of weapon is this? What kind of weapon is this? Why is it like this?!"

Mallary screamed loudly.

The firing rate of the cannon was too fast, and the scene when it was fired was too horrifying. The rumbling sound of the cannon and the flames ejected from the muzzle were like demon gods from hell.

"Sir, run!"

In a daze, a follower next to him hurriedly threw him on the ground.

Before he could react, the rumbling explosion sounded on the spot.

All of a sudden, the bricks and tiles crumbled, and the sky and the earth changed color.

The night is filled, and the smoke is full.

The flames from the explosion enveloped the city walls.

"Crash!"

There is rain falling from the sky.

This is not rain, but a mixture of flesh and bricks, falling continuously to the ground.

Malari reacted, and a small piece of intestine fell from the sky, hitting his shoulder accurately.

The strong smell of blood was so bad that he couldn't bear it any longer and vomited it out.

Malari can be regarded as experienced in many battles, but this is only relative to the indigenous people.

In previous battles to suppress the aboriginals, he had never encountered such a situation. Even with the powerful weapons in his hands, he was rarely able to directly blow people up like this.

This is a naked massacre, a massacre without any backhand.

"what!!!"

Malari yelled loudly that he was not injured physically, but his heart was seriously injured.

"Oh!"

As he was yelling, a gas tank shell landed not far from him.

The air wave generated by the powerful explosion instantly overturned him, flying him from the city wall and landing in the city.

Zheng Zhibao held up his binoculars and observed the scene on the city wall all the time.

When he saw that Malari was blown away by the explosion, he hurried to Zheng Chenggong and shouted: "The commander of the opponent has been blown away by you. Now we only need to concentrate on bombing the city gates, and we may capture him alive." , Capture the enemy commander alive, this is a great achievement!"

Zheng Chenggong gave him a cold look and said nothing.

"You child, why are you so confused! This is thanks to the door-to-door!"

Zheng Zhibao scolded loudly.

"I don't want this credit at all. I want them to be responsible for what they did just now, and to be buried with those brothers who died!"

Zheng Chenggong yelled at Zheng Zhibao almost hysterically, and then looked at the artillerymen in front of him: "Listen to my order, give me continuous bombing, don't leave any one behind, and raze the Governor's Mansion in front of me to the ground!"