I'm a big dick

Chapter 201 Liaodong people, bloody battle
After this incident, Fatty Zhao lost his motivation to be a teacher.Then there are the topics that men like, the wind, the flowers, the snow and the moon, the oiran lady, bursts of obscene laughter and strange cries resounded in the house.

After eating and drinking enough, everyone left the restaurant, bid farewell with drunken eyes, and left separately.

"Didn't you drink too much?" Zhang Junneng squinted at Fatty Zhao, and joked, "Do you want to drink flower wine?"

Fatty Zhao waved his hand, and said, "It's just a day off, I'd better go back to wash up and get a good night's sleep."

Zhang Junneng nodded, and said with some emotion: "Xiaobao went to Liaodong with the observation group, and I don't know what happened?"

Fatty Zhao also felt a little strange that the three-person group became a two-person group.Just when he was about to speak, a voice yelling for business not far away attracted him.

"Thirsty water, thirsty water, sweet and sour thirsty water." A half-grown girl was hawking, and a middle-aged man was busy next to him, and what caught Fatty Zhao's attention was the girl's Liaodong accent.

The so-called "thirsty water" refers to fruit and vegetable beverages in the Ming Dynasty, such as Lingo (shaguo) thirsty water, papaya thirsty water, Schisandra fruit thirsty water, bayberry thirsty water, etc.

Zhang Junneng's eyes flashed, as if he guessed what Fatty Zhao was thinking, and said with a smile: "I'm thirsty after drinking, let's go, let's go and drink two bowls."

Fatty Zhao hesitated for a moment, but he still walked over and asked for two bowls of red bayberry water.

"He came from Liaodong?" Zhang Jun asked seemingly casually while drinking his thirsty water.

"Yes, yes!" The middle-aged man stopped his hands, and a smile appeared on his simple face.

Zhang Junneng nodded and asked, "How about it, is it okay?"

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and said, "We are visiting relatives, we have relatives to help us, and we can still have a full stomach."

Fatty Zhao drank up his thirsty water, took a deep look at the girl, casually threw a piece of broken silver into the big money collection bowl, turned around and left without saying a word.

"Guest officer, this is too much for you." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to greet him, asking for change.

Zhang Junneng waved his hand vigorously, and said, "Take it, let you keep it, don't need to look for it."

After a few quick steps, he caught up with Fatty Zhao. Zhang Junneng put his arms around his good brother's shoulders, and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's find a place to have a drink. I heard that there is a barbecue restaurant in the east of the city. good."

Fatty Zhao readily agreed, always smiling a little forcedly, "Come on, you don't know how much a certain drinker can drink, it's fine to drink two of you back and forth."

The two walked away talking and laughing, and the middle-aged man's thank you was faintly heard behind them.

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It's almost autumn, and it's still so hot!
Zhang Zhuzi stopped in front of the wooden gate, raised his arms to wipe his sweat, and then called out loudly, "Is there anyone at home?"

The time was short, and following the crisp response, Yingzi walked out of the house with her wet hair wrapped, and recognized Zhang Zhuzi through the gate of the fence, and hurriedly quickened her pace again.

"Brother Zhang, come in quickly." Yingzi opened the courtyard door, gave way with a smile, wiped his wet hands on his clothes twice, and was about to pick up the pocket that Zhang Zhuzi was carrying.

"Don't occupy your hands, I'll leave it at the door for you." Zhang Zhuzi walked over and put the rice bag by the door.

Yingzi hurriedly took the stool, poured a bowl of water, and took out a wet cloth to wipe Zhang Zhuzi's sweat.

"This food is distributed really fast." Yingzi finished his work, and asked with some surprise: "I guess it will be the queen of autumn!"

Zhang Zhuzi took two sips of water, wiped his mouth, and said, "I heard that it was shipped from the Nanyang Sea, not from our Daming."

Nanyang?I don't know where it is.Yingzi smiled, but did not continue to ask.

Zhang Zhuzi took out a paper bag from the cloth bag at his waist, handed it over, and said, "This is a medicinal material, prepared for the army. I asked someone to ask for a bag, boil it for the old man to drink!"

Yingzi reached out to take it, thanking you again and again, "Brother Zhang, thank you for taking care of me, really, I really don't know how to thank you."

"Thank you for what I'm doing, I'm from the folks in the village." Zhang Zhuzi stood up and said, "I heard that the imperial court will send a large ship to catch whales. Let's fish and farm, and work harder."

Suddenly remembered something, Zhang Zhuzi hurriedly said: "By the way, build a shed or a hut at home. The imperial court will send a batch of ducks to the islands, and they must be raised well. In the future, this day will be more and more difficult." The better."

Yingzi nodded vigorously, saw a hole in Zhang Zhuzi's clothes, and said with a smile: "Don't hurry, I'll go get the needle and thread, and mend a few stitches on your clothes."

"Don't bother." Zhang Zhuzi glanced down, and said nonchalantly, "I still have to inform others. The army is probably coming back soon, so I need to make more preparations."

"Did you win?" Yingzi stopped and asked with wide-eyed eyes.

Zhang Zhuzi nodded with a smile and said, "Although there is no definite information yet, Fort Lushun must have been defended. I estimate that Jiannu's casualties are indispensable."

Yingzi grinned and said, "Those ditches we dug are useful. I can see the sound of thundering during the army training, and I know it's not bad."

Zhang Zhuzi nodded repeatedly, smiled and waved his hands, turned around and limped out of the courtyard gate.

Staring at the lame but thick back in the distance, Yingzi pursed her lips and stood for a long time until the bumpy back disappeared into the distance.

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Outside Lushun Fort.

On the battlefield, the sound of shouts and screams became one, and was overwhelmed by the loud noise of explosions and the roar of muskets from time to time.

One side is attacking back and forth, and the other side is fighting bravely and tenaciously. The fighting is extremely tragic.

A soldier fell, and another soldier came up, the spear faltered, the light of the knife was cold, and the fresh lives seemed fragile at this time, and passed away in an instant.

Another row of firecrackers exploded, and hundreds of Ming army musketeers suddenly appeared from the flanking hillsides, firing countless lead bullets at Jiannu mercilessly.

In the handover with the Ming army in front, the Jiannu troops who were fighting were too dense.The Ming army almost didn't need to aim, they just shot row after row with muskets.

The white smoke continued to permeate and rise, and Jiannu kept turning their backs.Screams, horse neighing, one after another.There were horses that had not been shot dead, galloping and neighing wildly, adding to the chaos of the Jiannu battle.

These five or six hundred Ming army musketeers stood on the hillside, firing continuously in four rows, and maintaining the continuity of firepower.

"Quick, quick, push here, yes, right here." The officer commanded and shouted, and a dozen bomb grenadiers pushed and lifted, ready to take their positions after the battle.

Thunderbolts were put into the projectile cloth bag one by one, the fire wire was ignited, the hammer smashed the iron hook, launched, launched!

The dark cannonballs crossed the battle formation of the Ming army and smashed into the queue of Jiannu.Ten catties of stuff fell from the sky, and it would be dizzy if it was not killed.

Seeing the smoldering thunder under his feet, even the experienced and fierce Jiannu couldn't help howling in fear.

The explosions sounded one after another after the flash. Even Jiannu who was not hit by the shrapnel, those who were close lost their hearing, and their eyes burst into tears.

The booming thunder continued to be thrown, and after each roar and explosion, Jiannu was injured and fell down.

It was like a stone thrown into the lake, causing a circle of ripples, but it was a surge of flesh and blood.Jiannu's battle formation became more and more weak and sparse.

As the soldiers in front were consumed, the battle formations of the two armies broke away from contact and opened up some distance.

Thunderbolt's throwing slowed down, but Musketeers had room to perform again.

Under the command of the officer's whistle and shouts, a group of musketeers jumped over the pikemen with swords and shields and raised their guns to shoot; as soon as the thick white smoke filled the air, another group of musketeers stepped forward and raised their guns to fire.

Rows of lead bullets were shot at the enemy, and the battle formation slowly moved forward, followed closely by the grenadier vehicles behind the formation.The battle formation was like an unstoppable thick wall, pressing down on Jiannu again.

It's broken, it's broken!
Seeing this scene in the distance, Jierhalang felt his heart sink, realizing that failure might have become a reality.

This kind of confrontation is what Jierhalang tried his best to avoid. With the armor and equipment of the two sides not much different, shooting at a distance of 70 meters, the lethality of muskets is far better than that of bows and arrows.

Moreover, the battlefield is not wide, and the cavalry cannot be used.

The most important thing is that after the main road was cut off by the Ming army that suddenly appeared, Amin didn't think it was an obstacle that was difficult to break through, and there was no need for the whole army to return to the division.

But when Amin led a group of troops to attack the blocking Ming army, the Ming army in Lushun Fort suddenly dispatched, forcing Jierhalang to lead his troops to fight to prevent his brother's troops from being flanked.

But in this way, Jiannu fell into a passive position when fighting on two fronts.

After some fighting, Jierhalang found that the Ming army's muskets were sharp and the bombing was violent.

He retreated quickly on purpose to attract the Ming army to come forward, and then rushed back suddenly, risking death and injury from the lead bullets, and wanted to defeat the enemy with close combat.

But to Jierhalang's surprise, although the Ming army did not have the upper hand in close combat, it was not easily defeated.

Now, the two sides have formed this kind of combat situation again, and it is even worse.

However, after one's own army was hit and defeated, the morale was already low, and it might not be effective if they swooped and fought again.

"Hurry up and report to Erbaile, our army needs to take a detour and retreat immediately." Ji Erhalang called the soldiers, and ordered in a low voice: "If the loss is heavy, the Xianglan Banner may no longer be controlled by him."

Jierhalang knew his brother's temperament, plus his brother died in battle, if he didn't know how to use it, he might fight to the end.

But he knew that this side could not be stopped, and it was only a matter of time before the defeat.The battle on Amin's side is still going on, and there is still no sign of victory.

The consequence of procrastination is to be caught more and more tightly on the main road, and even the way out will be blocked.At that time, the only result will be annihilation of the entire army.

The personal soldiers led away, Jierhalang gritted his teeth and ordered, the archers shot at the enemy, the armored soldiers dismounted and prepared to fight on foot, and some troops were mobilized to climb up the hillside to intercept the roundabout enemy.

In terms of numbers, Jierhalang has already seen that the enemy has the upper hand, and now such a war of attrition is even more detrimental to his own army.

But he had no choice but to delay the time first, blocking the enemy for his elder brother Amin, and gaining time to retreat.

(End of this chapter)