My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 645: Coming from the West, Breaking the City in One Night

The densely packed stars form a long silver river.

"The night sky in the west looks somewhat different this way."

Gan Ning sat on the mast, looking up at the starry night sky. Occasionally, a seagull would cry, fly over from outside and land on his shoulder.

"Are you right?"

Gan Ning broke off a piece of dried meat and spread it on his palm. He looked at the seagull that jumped onto his wrist and pecked at it, and asked a figure passing by below.

"Hmph, my opinion is just average."

The man below walked to the bow, and the torch beside him illuminated Lu Meng's face. He looked at the distant coastline, replied to Gan Ning on the mast, flicked his cloak, walked to the side of the ship, jumped, and landed on a small boat on the sea. When he was heading to another warship half a mile away, Lu Meng's words were also conveyed.

"It's almost time. Don't let the barbarians wait any longer."

Gan Ning on the mast withdrew his gaze from the night sky, put the seagull in his hand on his shoulder, and stood up holding the mast.

When he raised his hand, the naval soldiers on the deck moved quickly, moving wooden barrels, pushing cannons and crossbows.

There are a total of fifteen warships spread out horizontally from the Tiger Tooth warship to the left and right, and in each warship there are soldiers of the Bingzhou Army preparing to land on the beach.

In the distance, on a Qinglong warship on the far right, Zhou Yu blinked under the helmet tassels fluttering in the sea breeze and whispered, "Go to the land of the barbarians!"

In an instant, a lighted lantern rose to the top of the mast.

……

"Sail!" Elsa, wearing slim leather armor, stood on the deck, turning her eyes away from the lanterns rising in the distance. She swung her red ponytail behind her head and drew the sword from her waist with great spirit.

On the deck below, half of the sailors were recruited from her hometown, Marendi Island.

They are all islanders and are extremely helpful for ships and navigation in nearby waters. Moreover, the oppression of Marendi Island by the Sakprut Empire over the years has made the islanders hate it to the core.

Now we hear that this huge fleet will cooperate with the main force in the east to attack Martin City, a trading port on the west coast of Sakpruit.

There was no need for Elsa to instill any profound principles in them; men came one after another to apply on their own initiative.

Under the guidance of this group of Marendi people who were familiar with the nearby waters, they successively broke through the defense lines of the Sakpruit fleet in the West Sea Islands.

"We will overthrow the tyranny of the Sakprut Empire with our own hands and let them also have a taste of what it feels like to lose a loved one."

Elsa pursed her lips, her eyes filled with tears and deep hatred.

She returned home that day, but unfortunately her parents were no longer there.

Just a month after she and her brother Barry fled Marendi Island a few years ago, her parents were killed by the Sakpruit army that suddenly broke into the town during a traditional festival.

Dozens more people died in the chaos that day.

“It’s time to settle accounts!”

Elsa pulled the rope and gracefully descended from the mast. At the same time, a warship named Pearl started moving.

Above is her brother Barry, a burly man with a battle axe in both hands, staring at the distant coastline, humming the song that their mother often sang to him and his sister.

Soon, a layer of mist gradually rose on the sea surface.

The warships pushed the waves, parted the water ripples, and sailed quietly in the sound of the waves.

……

Under the stars.

On the distant coastline, there are many spikes and chevaux de frise placed along the shore to prevent soldiers from warships from landing, and the Fifth Martin Corps is stationed nearby.

A total of 3,652 people. In Martin City, there are the Second Martin Cavalry Corps, the First Martin Corps, the Third Engineering Corps, and the Fourth Auxiliary Corps.

Right now, the west coastline has been tightly controlled. The news of the defeat of the West Sea Islands Fleet and the news of the defeat on the front line from Nongma in the east have forced Martin City to adopt the most rigorous defensive posture.

Two days after the battle in the West Sea Islands, the sea remained calm. After a few days of strictness, Martin City, which had long been accustomed to peace and leisure, returned to its former prosperity.

The nobles and merchants in the city continued to trade, and sometimes held banquets and invited Lord Sayyid Casanova to celebrate together.

Those who can stay in Martin City are naturally the direct descendants of Emperor Sakpruit or the people he trusts the most.

The stars twinkle in the night sky. In a nobleman's manor on South Street in Martin City, elegant and melodious musical instruments are played.

There was even more noise and bustle. Soldiers stood guard on both sides of the countless cobblestone paths outside. More than a dozen nobles in long silk tailor-made gowns attended the banquet with their beautiful female companions. They were soon warmly invited by the butler waiting at the door to enter the garden surrounded by colonnades.

There were birds singing and flowers blooming everywhere, and in the middle there was a pool of spring water. Several beautiful women wearing only thin robes were sitting by the pool, laughing and splashing water.

Several nobles were standing in front of several long tables, chatting and laughing. Occasionally they talked about the war in the east, with some worried looks on their faces.

“It’s worrying!”

"The last time, there were 230,000 soldiers who were defeated on the Satsuma Plateau. It was understandable that the soldiers were not used to the geography and climate, but 100,000 soldiers died in the battle north of Mondogo. It is hard to understand what your Majesty's generals were doing."

"Don't say too much. The lord is here today."

As they were talking, servants came over and whispered reminders to the nobles who were talking, and then they all retreated to one side.

Then a big-bellied but tall figure and an old man walked over.

The old man should be the owner of this manor villa. He was leading the way while talking.

"My Lord, can you please not close the ports on the west coast for the time being? I have a ship coming from the Mediterranean that has not yet docked."

"This is difficult to deal with. The fleet of the Western Sea Islands was defeated by the Seris people. We don't know when these vicious Eastern Seris people will come to attack us."

Sayyid Casanova was an attendant officer when Sakpruit started his rebellion. As the territory of the empire grew, he followed Sakpruit on his conquests as a close attendant, showing great trust and hard work.

After the establishment of the empire, Sakpruit trusted this confidant so much that he granted him the title of noble of Martin City. A year later, he became a lord.

Specialized in guarding the rear for Sakprut, it also managed the royal trade fleet.

Saiyi Casanova was naturally superior to other nobles. Even the generals of the local legions had to salute him when they saw him.

During the days when Martin City was on high alert, Sayyid Casanova was quite attentive and arranged many defenses, but when there was no movement at sea, he gradually relaxed.

In addition, he has been attending various banquets recently, and most of his energy has been spent on this.

"According to the requirements, the port will be closed tomorrow, but the Pulin family is also an old noble family and has made many contributions to Martin City, so let's wait a few more days."

Entering the colonnaded garden, Sayyid Casanova took the wine glass handed to him by the servant, accepted the compliments of the nobles, and made a promise with the old man beside him.

"It's best to tell your ship to speed up. The Seris are very ferocious and may attack us in a few days." The nobleman named Prin nodded repeatedly and said flatteringly, "No matter how ferocious the Seris are, they will be defeated when they meet the lord. I have been to the seaside and it is full of various fortifications. It is so strict that it can be seen that the lord learned a lot of experience in fighting when he followed His Majesty."

Sayyid Casanova has little interest in flattery, after all, he also came from this background.

But when he mentioned that he had followed Sakprut on his expeditions, he felt indescribable pride and couldn't help laughing.

He was very satisfied with what the old noble said: "I have followed your majesty on expeditions to various places, and I often heard your majesty and the generals fighting. I have watched it from the sidelines. The defenses on the coast were just orders I gave casually."

As soon as the words were spoken, the surrounding nobles praised and complimented him.

The stars and the moon hang in the night sky, under the same sky.

On the western coastline, the patrolling soldiers were already tired. Looking at the flickering bonfire of the military camp in the distance, the team of fifty people slowed down their pace, dragging their time, waiting for the change of guard.

Each patrol of this section of the west coast consists of five patrol teams, each with fifty people, and the patrol range is roughly within five miles.

The patrol team slowed down and simply stopped near the beach to rest, chatting casually about women to pass the time.

"The sea is foggy!"

Among the group of soldiers who were talking excitedly, a soldier facing the sea suddenly spoke.

But his words did not attract any attention. Fog at sea happens occasionally and is nothing strange.

However, when the soldier said the following words, "There is light in the fog...", the sound of the sea water rose up in the fog.

The other soldiers who were chatting and laughing quickly stood up and looked at the sea. In the white fog, the sound, different from that of the waves, became more and more frequent and clearer.

The fog kept changing, creating a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.

"careful!"

The leading soldier was an experienced veteran. Faced with the current situation, he naturally ordered his subordinates to take up weapons and quickly organize a formation.

Just as everyone was concentrating and holding their breath to stare at the thick and swaying fog, a sudden shrill scream of "Ah!" came from the right side of the coastline, scaring them so much that they almost jumped up and down on the spot.

His eyes then looked in the direction where the scream came from.

The next moment, the thick fog in front of them suddenly broke through, and ten small boats broke through the fog in a row and sailed quickly towards the shore. The soldiers of the Fifth Martin Legion on this side were about to draw their bows, but a figure stood up on the rushing boat, drew his bow and shot an arrow, which came towards them.

puff!
The arrow accurately pierced the forehead of the legionnaire who was drawing the bow. At the same time, ten small boats rushed onto the beach. The figure shooting the arrow dropped the bow and arrow, and successively drew two knives from his waist and swung them: "Kill!"

On the ten small boats, the soldiers from the East picked up their weapons, jumped off the boats, and rushed directly towards the patrolling soldiers on the coast with their shields raised.

The flash of knives and screams then rang out wildly along the fifteen-mile-long coastline.

Teams of Bingzhou Army soldiers jumped off their small boats in an agile manner and quickly joined the battle group in front. After eliminating the barbarian soldiers, they began to clear the spikes and chevaux de frise on the beach.

Soon, lit torches were waving in the night, and in the white fog, dozens or even hundreds of large ships passed through the fog and rushed towards the shallow water area.

A huge long gate dropped from top to bottom, revealing a large cabin. As war horses galloped out, soldiers from the Formation Trap, armed to the teeth, also came out one after another and assembled on the empty beach.

"Bingzhou soldiers!"

In the light of the numerous torches, a horseman galloped through the endless army formation, and he said in a loud voice: "We have already stood on the land of the barbarians, and they are still fighting with your majesty's main force. It is our turn to show the might of the Chinese army, turn into a sharp blade, and stab the barbarians in the back!"

"kill!"

In the firelight, the faces and expressions of countless standing figures could not be seen clearly, but at this moment, as long as there were no soldiers suffering from acclimatization, they were almost roaring with excitement and beating their weapons.

"kill!"

Sitting on his warhorse, Zhang Liao's beard was gently caressed by the wind. He raised the yellow dragon hook sickle in his hand and pointed it in the direction of the faint fire in the distance.

next second.

Countless figures took steps forward, forming a torrent and rushing towards the Fifth Martin Legion that had rushed over after hearing the news. In less than an incense stick of time, they had defeated the enemy.

After hearing the battle report, Zhou Yu stood on the deck and clenched his fists. When the wind blew over, he suddenly raised the banner in his hand and said, "Speed ​​is of the essence. Take down the barbarian city overnight!"

The army's mighty force continued to spread.

Martin City, which is only fifty miles away and close to the estuary, is still in a quiet state. When the first batch of fast horses entered the city with intelligence, the banquet in the noble manor in the city was halfway through.

Sayyid Casanova sat at the head of the table, and he enjoyed it.

As for the attack of the Seres, he gradually changed from being cautious to making casual arrangements, and was able to block the enemy at sea. That was a strong confidence.

The old nobleman who was sitting at the side also accomplished his goal by bringing his fully loaded ship back to shore, which might be another huge profit.

Just as he was thinking about giving something to the lord as a thank-you gift, there was a sudden noise outside, and then a servant ran quickly into the garden from outside, attracting the attention of the nobles who were having fun around.

"What happened?" Sayyid Casanova still had some rationality, and he asked the servant to speak quickly.

"The Seris are attacking!"

"what?!"

Saiyi Casanova pushed away the beautiful maid beside him and stood up. At the same time, the nobles around him also stood up, their faces as pale as paper.

At this moment, the sound of boiling fighting could be heard faintly in the night sky from afar.

Before they could run out of the garden, the sky above the city was reflected red by the flames.

On the streets outside, houses were set on fire. In the firelight, people were screaming miserably. As the streets stretched out, pairs of footsteps were heard crossing the gravel streets. The army from the east had already rushed into the city.

Then the horses' hooves rained down like raindrops, and they rushed past the running soldiers at an extremely fast speed. When they turned the corner, they met a group of soldiers guarding the city, and they launched a charge without saying a word.

The Yellow Dragon Hook Scythe was swung among the crowd, knocking the enemy's assembled formation all over the place, and the heavy blade slashed down, splitting the people in half.

The sudden fighting and chaos caused the lights in the houses on both sides of the street to light up. The civilians of Martin City in the house opened the windows and looked out. Arrows flew over, followed by screams.

The streets were littered with corpses. Zhang Liao, with a large force, led a team of cavalry and continued to gallop towards the government offices in the city.

Soon, a soldier brought news.

"General Zhang, General Gao found something good and asked you to come over and take a look."

The soldier then led the way, bringing Zhang Liao and a group of Bingzhou cavalry to a manor guarded by the Xianzhen Camp.

Between the firelight and the darkness is a luxurious building unique to the Western world.

(End of this chapter)