My father Yong Le Emperor, you let me keep a low profile

Chapter 17 Killing here... (Kneeling for investment to follow up!)
"My lord, shall we start now?"

On the warship slowly approaching the pier, Wang Jin looked at the crowded pier, licked his lips, sharpened his sword.

I have been in the army for most of my life, and this is the first time I have been a bandit.

To be honest, I still feel a little excited when I think about it.

When the officers and soldiers have a lot of discipline, if they violate one of the military disciplines slightly, and serve them lightly with military sticks, the key point is to chop off their heads.

Bandits and robbers are different, they can come wherever they want.

Their Highness said, as long as they don't harm the Han survivors on the shore, let them come.

But only this time, whoever dares to ignore discipline in the future will be punished twice.

In other words, what should have been a military stick would have directly turned into beheading.

The original charge of beheading directly turned into a disaster for the whole family.

Zhu Gaoyu, who was looking at the pier with a puzzled expression, turned his head to look at the skull flag flying above his head, and then looked at Wang Jin who was excitedly rubbing his fists next to him.

He muttered suspiciously: "Can't they see that we are pirates?"

Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously replied.

"This is our first time here, and the warship we use is an official ship. How would they know that we are pirates?"

Zhu Gaoyu opened his mouth, looked at Wang Jin who was also puzzled, and thought for a long time before he patted his forehead suddenly.

The skull flag is the symbol of pirates in the west, and there is no large-scale communication between the east and the west.

When he hangs the skull flag, people in the West may be able to understand it at a glance, while people in the East may think it is a special totem.

After thinking about this, Zhu Gaoyu wiped his face in embarrassment.

It's so shameful to pretend not to pretend.

"Cough cough..."

Coughing a few times to cover up his embarrassment, Zhu Gaoyu looked at the pier and ordered: "Since they didn't see it, then get closer and launch a surprise attack directly."

"Also, tell those brothers who look like pirates to hide first, so as not to scare our prey."

"Hey, yes."

Wang Jin laughed, and turned around to let the flag bearers deliver the order.

"Strange, why do I feel something is wrong with these ships."

Among the crowd at the pier, the local old man felt an inexplicable panic in his heart when he saw the slowly approaching fleet and the faintly visible figures on board.

He has felt this way more than once.

Every time Chen Zuyi robbed, he would have this feeling of panic.

But the fleet in front of them doesn't look like pirates either.

Look at the huge battleship, it is very similar to the ship of Ming Dynasty.

The size of the fleet in front of him is not something that ordinary pirates can afford.

If there is such a fleet, who will be a pirate, transport goods as a sea merchant, and make a lot of money, isn't it good?

Not only the old man thought so, but most of the people on the shore also thought so.

It is absolutely impossible for a fleet of this size to be a pirate.

Although the flag flying by this fleet is a bit weird, it doesn't mean anything.

The tribe with many people present is even weirder than the one hanging on the opposite side.

The fleet is getting closer and closer to the pier, and the two sides can gradually see each other's figure clearly.

The small merchants and coolies on the pier were all excited.

Such a large-scale fleet is another considerable income.

Even excited, he even cheered and waved to the fleet.

The slightly neatly dressed soldiers on the boat looked at the cheering crowd on the shore, looked down at the bow and arrow weapons placed at their feet, showed a strange smile on their faces, and waved to the shore.

He was warmly welcomed by the other party when he went to rob, this was the first time he had heard of it.

Soon, the distance between the two sides was less than 20 meters.

Standing on the plywood with his hands behind his back, Zhu Gaoyu looked at the large and small cargo ships and the piles of goods on the pier, nodded in satisfaction and said: "Let's start, be careful not to hurt our goods!"

Wang Jin, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, took a step forward and drew out the steel knife at his waist, and slashed towards the pier.

"Give me the kill..."

"Let's do it, let's do it..."

The officers and soldiers, who were also waiting impatiently, screamed excitedly after receiving the order.

Although they were excited, they still remembered the orders from their superiors, and deliberately changed their accents when speaking, making themselves sound like idiots.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

The doors of the gun hatches were opened one by one, and the artillery was pushed up one after another amidst the soldiers' slogans.

"Give me the kill..."

Forgive Zhu Gaoyu for knowing too little Japanese, and the fleet does not have an interpreter in this regard.

Zhu Gaoyu could only hand over to these soldiers the half-baked Japanese he had learned from watching dramas in his previous life.

Because the number of sentences is too small, a group of people pondered for a long time before deciding on different meanings for each sentence.

Following the officer's yell, there was a burst of hi-hi-hi in the cabin.

When the fleet was about to start, the people on the shore were still waving their hands.

But waving it, they realized something was wrong.

"Hey, why did the small door on their ship open, oh, there is a black hole inside."

"Look, how the people on the boat raised their bows and arrows, and I've seen that pipe before, it seems to be Daming's musket."

"That... Is there a possibility that they are not merchants, but pirates..."

In an instant, the entire pier fell silent, and everyone glanced blankly at the person who said the fleet was pirates.

Then he took a look at the fleet that was already close at hand, and the crew members on the ship with grim smiles on their faces and their bows full of the moon.

"Mom, it's a pirate, run away!"

I don't know who yelled, and the pier suddenly became chaotic.

You push me, squeeze hard.

There were those who were unlucky and were pushed directly into the sea, and those who were even more unlucky were pushed to the ground and trampled by countless big feet, howling in pain.

"Boom boom boom..."

Zhu Gaoyu took away eight warships, and they were all large-scale warships. Each ship was equipped with about 20 cannons.

The scene of nearly 70 artillery bombarding together is so spectacular.

The extremely fast shells whizzed out, like a torrential rain, hitting the crowded pier.

In an instant, the blood fog flashed.

That's right, it's blood mist.

In those movies, being hit by shells and keeping the body intact is complete nonsense.

Solid bullets are not as weak as imagined.

Driven by gunpowder, the lethality at such a short distance is simply terrifying.

None of the guys hit by the first row of shells had a whole body. The better ones were missing arms and legs, and the worse ones had their entire upper body blown into blood mist.

The people in the back rows are not much better. Even if the people in front are blocking them, the aftermath of the shells can still bring huge damage to them.

With such a dense crowd, when a shell fell into it, more than a dozen people disappeared, and even several people were injured in different ways.

A salvo of nearly 70 artillery pieces directly caused hundreds of casualties to the pier.

So, here we understand a truth.

When you have nothing to do, don't get together, let alone watch the excitement.

The artillery was attacking, and the soldiers did not stop.

Arrows roared and flew towards the shore, constantly harvesting lives.

The fleet is equipped with not many muskets, and they are also roaring.

Although this thing is not accurate, it is good to listen to the movement.

After all, the other brothers were attacking, and he stood aside, so he didn't have the face to extend his hand when he distributed the money afterwards.

So knowing that the attack effect is not as strong as weapons such as bows and arrows, the musketeers still put their guns hard, bringing a different atmosphere to the chaotic battlefield.

(End of this chapter)