The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

The city of Guilin was in chaos, with shouts of killing and clashes of weapons everywhere.

The uprising Green Battalion soldiers and the counter-insurgency Fubiao soldiers fought together, and the two sides collided fiercely and fought.

On the narrow and crowded streets, two armies collided head-on!
The fighting was extremely fierce, with spears and bayonets slashing, and countless arrows raining down above their heads.

People kept falling to the ground and dying miserably!

Relying on their superiority in strength, the Green Battalion soldiers who cut their braids and revolted rushed towards the governor's office like a torrent.

Countless soldiers and horses charged forward one after another!
These uprising green battalion soldiers showed quite impressive combat effectiveness in hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons.

The back presses the front, the sword and the gun are pressed against the back, constantly rushing forward, the toughness is amazing!
And the performance of the standard-bearers was also not bad. They were well-trained and fought in formations, constantly drawing new troops to the front, trying to stabilize the battle.

The streets, which were not considered spacious at all, were filled with the corpses of soldiers from both sides!
Blood soaked into the cracks in the stone road, and broken limbs and arms were everywhere.

The smell of blood is overwhelming!

Lu Maode kept pacing in the lobby of the Governor's Yamen, listening to the bad news constantly reported from below, his old face became more and more gloomy.

A heart is constantly sinking, sinking, sinking again, until it sinks to the bottom of the valley!
The rebel army was getting closer and closer to the governor's office, and there was no news of the soldiers and horses sent to seize control of the city gate.

Although Lu Yaode's [-] soldiers were brave and good at fighting, they couldn't take advantage of the Green Battalion rebels who had several times the strength.

In the chaotic battle in the city, the three thousand Fubiao soldiers were completely suppressed at a disadvantage!

This is still under the condition that the Ming army did not enter the city!

Lu Maode couldn't imagine how bad the situation would become once the rebels took over the Ming army and entered the city.

The faster and faster pace showed that Lu Maode was getting more and more anxious.

Looking at the burning Guilin City outside, he felt desperate from the bottom of his heart!

At this moment, a soldier came in crying to report.

"My... my lord, the big thing is not good, the eldest son died in battle..."

In order to ensure the absolute loyalty of the three thousand Fubiao soldiers, Lu Maode entrusted Fubiao to his eldest son, Lu An, who had been with him all the time.

The scuffle broke out tonight, and Lu Maode's son rushed to the governor's office with his troops immediately, trying to protect his father.

Then, he was sent by Lu Yaode to compete with the rebels for control of the city gate.

Now that the bad news came, Lu Maode only felt that the sky was about to fall!
Originally, there was no news from the other side of the city gate, and he still had some thoughts in his heart.

Now that the definite news came, Lu Maode was left with nothing but despair.

Wen Xu rode on horseback, wearing a thick cotton armor with a layer of chain mail inside, and rushed forward with his own soldiers.

As the galloping horse rushed back and forth several times, his whole body was covered with blood, as if he was a blood man fished out of a pool of blood.

On the vigorous body of the war horse, bean-sized blood beads rolled, dripped down with sweat, and splashed on the stone road.

Broken flesh and blood still hung in the gaps in the armor, and the saber in his hand had already slashed to the gap.

But even so, Wen Xu was still brave and led the team to charge forward, shouting loudly.

"Brothers, follow me to kill!"

"Master Da Ming is about to enter the city, now is our last chance to show!"

"Kill the Qing captives and make a great contribution!"

"..."

The shouts of killing on the battlefield shook the heavens and the earth, and the green battalion soldiers were pushed back continuously.

At this moment, a roar suddenly sounded from the direction of the city gate.

Huge flames shot straight into the sky!
The city gate, which was blocked by Lu Yaode with sandbags and bricks, was directly blasted open by the Ming army with a large amount of gunpowder.

In an instant, the earth and rocks collapsed, and the sky was full of smoke and dust!
A huge flame appeared in front of everyone's eyes!

The earth and rocks that had been thrown into the sky crashed down, and the smoke and dust lingered for a long time.

The next moment, the sound of shouting and killing sounded.

"Kill!"

"Kill the prisoner!"

"Expel the Tartars and restore China!"

"..."

Countless soldiers of the Ming army poured in from outside the city, Zhu Hong's scarlet armor was still eye-catching even in the dark.

The armor of swords and guns reflects a thick metallic luster!
The Ming army entering the city, led by the surrendered green battalion, shouted to kill, and rushed towards the battlefield where the fierce battle was raging in the city.

Get ready to seal the victory in one fell swoop!

The flag of Ming Dynasty has been flying over the city of Guilin.

But the battle situation in the city is still going on, as time goes by, the waning moon is slanting to the west, drooping a little bit.

The sky turned white, and the golden sun shone on the earth.

The dragon flag swept slightly in the morning breeze, carrying a rather strong smell of blood.

The Ming army entering the city rushed towards the Qing army in front of them like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Groups of soldiers of the Restoration Army wore breastplates and carried muskets with bayonets on their shoulders, and marched forward neatly.

They formed a neat phalanx, beat drums, walked down the street, and killed the Qing army in front of them.

"Fire!"

The commander gave an order.

boom!Boom!bang bang bang!

Amidst bursts of crisp musket fire, countless lead bullets shot towards the Qing army in front of them.

Under the neat three rows of the Ming army, the Qing army in front of them fell to the ground like cutting wheat.

The soldiers of the Qing army couldn't stand being unilaterally slaughtered like this, and took the initiative to charge towards the Ming army.

Amidst the shouts of killing, the crowd surged forward desperately!

The Ming army's response was still quite simple. The musketeers held back and did not fire, and waited until they put the killed Qing army close to their faces.

Pull the trigger and fire a salvo.

After the volley, a bayonet charge was launched!

The ferocious Guangxi soldiers were defeated in the blink of an eye in front of the neat forest of bayonets.

Countless rout soldiers threw away their helmets and armor, turned around and fled.

On the battlefield, the Ming army continued to advance towards the governor's office bit by bit.

The defeat of the Qing army became more and more obvious, and the resistance began to become weaker and weaker.

A large number of Qing troops were suppressed near the governor's office, surrounded by the Ming army and the Green Battalion in the city anyway.

As the Ming army sent men to persuade them to surrender, some of the Fubiao soldiers who were originally determined to resist also began to stand up and throw away their weapons to surrender to the Ming army.

……

Lu Yaode sat in the lobby, his official robes neatly dressed.

Wearing a red hat on his head, covering his money mouse tail, coupled with the bookish look all over his body, made him look a little dignified and majestic.

Rather than funny, wretched!

Hairstyles have a great impact on appearance. To give a typical example, no matter how good-looking a person is, they cannot withstand the disaster of the Mediterranean Sea...

In front of Lu Yaode, there was a stretcher.

A corpse was lying on a stretcher, and the white cloth covering the corpse was stained red with blood.

There is a faint smell of blood in the air!

It was Lu Maode's eldest son!

Looking at his eldest son's pale, bloodless face and holding his cold hand, Lu Yaode already had a will to die in his heart.

Hearing the shouts of killing getting closer and closer outside, Lu Maode sighed, and gave instructions to his entourage.

"Let's go. You should run away. If you can't escape, you should surrender to the Ming thief. You can always save your life."

With a look of hesitation on his face, he asked.

"Then... how about you, master?"

Lu Yaode waved his hand and said.

"An'er was left in Guilin, the old man should also go on the road in Guilin!"

"An'er, who can't be called me, is walking alone on Huangquan Road..."