I, the military god of the Tang Dynasty, have risen since I destroyed the Turks

Chapter 744 The Emperor's Restraint

"Yes, you are the Ming fleet?"

"Correct!"

Zheng Jing suddenly laughed, and his laughter was particularly hearty.

His eyes gradually blurred, "The Ming Dynasty's cannons are indeed as famous as they are said to be."

"grown ups."

The ship's doctor checked and shook his head, saying, "It's no use. We need to make medicine as soon as possible."

"Why?"

"Because his lungs were swollen."

The corner of Zheng Jing's mouth twitched and he asked, "What will happen if it's delayed?"

The ship's doctor sighed, "That's equivalent to being useless. I'm afraid he'll just have to stay in bed to recover."

He glanced at the side and saw someone wiping tears, so he asked, "Are you relatives?"

The woman cried, "He is my brother. We also have a sister who is only seven years old. He was playing in the town and disappeared. The government said they couldn't find him. His parents didn't care. This time."

The ship's doctor Fang Xi arrived and said, "Go over there."

He told the boatman to pack up, and then told the captain, "Tell the brothers not to forget to report this to the king."

The captain agreed, and then the people on the boat started to get busy.

"you."

Zheng Jing struggled to sit up and cursed, "Assholes, this is murder, a capital crime, don't you want to be forgotten?"

The ship's doctor said coldly: "If you want to die, then go ahead and die."

Zheng Jing was stunned. He murmured, "Is this the Ming Dynasty? The artillery of the Ming Dynasty is so arrogant?"

"Pass on my order. Line up the fleet, bring out the Western cannons, and fight back fiercely."

Zheng Jing was furious all of a sudden. He had come all the way here with tens of thousands of navy soldiers, thinking that he could reap some benefits. However, he ended up being bombarded by Li Zheng's Tang army cannons, making his scalp numb. How could he tolerate such anger?
So the order was given and the fleet slowly approached Xialing.

The dock of Xianxialing was crowded with people, and they were looking at the huge ships with a little fear.

"what is that?"

"so big!"

"Those artillery pieces are even more powerful than the ones we use."

Zheng Jing walked down from the big ship. He stared at the group of people with a grim smile and said that anyone who dared to block his way would be killed without mercy.

This made a man take a step back: "Don't worry about our business."

Zheng Jing slightly turned sideways, and the man said happily: "Quick, get out of the way."

He squeezed to the front and saw more than two hundred Western cannons.

"Western cannon?"

The man's eyes suddenly fell on the table, and then he saw the black iron ball in the barrel.

"Oh."

He was terrified and ran away.

Zheng Jing snorted coldly, and saw the soldiers coming forward and pushing the shells into the barrel.

Bang!
A ball of fire spread out, Zheng Jing's body swayed and almost fell to the ground.

“What a powerful force.”

The power of this cannon exceeded his imagination, so he decided to ride it in the future.

"Pattern."

Boom boom boom boom!
After four consecutive salvos, the opposing fleet was littered with corpses.

"grown ups."

Zheng Jing panted and said, "Continue."

The captain said bitterly, "Sir, you should rest."

"One more round."

Zheng Jing gnashed his teeth and said, "I want revenge, I want revenge!"

The captain whispered, "Sir, the enemy is coming this way. We can't stay here for long."

"One more round."

The captain wanted to refuse, but when he saw Zheng Jing's eyes turn red, he shut up. The fleet started again, and then there was another round of bombing to stop the smoke. But strangely, the Ming army on the shore did not panic at all. This made Zheng Jing wonder, are these people not made of flesh? They don't feel pain? But that's not right. According to common sense, the Tang army should have collapsed long ago when they encountered such a tragic situation. Zheng Jing was a little confused, but more excited.

"grown ups."

The Tang army on the shore raised their muskets and shields, and then pulled the trigger in unison.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dense bullets came through the wind and hit the wooden bed boards, making crackling sounds.

This is the sound of the flintlock, a weapon unique to the Ming Dynasty, which can penetrate wooden boards.

Shocked, sensing danger, he yelled, "Get down."

The captain of the ship also noticed it. He kicked Zheng Jing over and then pulled the sheet to cover him. Zheng Jing's mind was blank and he heard many screams. Those sounds made him feel uneasy.

Bah!
Boom boom boom boom!

The sound of gunfire on the shore was getting more and more intense, and there were half a dozen or so voices.

charge!

Boom boom boom boom!
The fleet stopped moving forward.

The ship's mast was broken, its sails were torn, there were holes in the hull, and thick smoke was coming out of the stern.

The captain took a look and then fainted. Zheng Jing stood up tremblingly, then looked at the Ming army in the distance and said four times: "Kill."

"kill."

Thousands of people rushed out shouting, "Be careful!"

The Ming army on the shore was still firing slowly, while in front, the Ming army's warships had adjusted their positions and pointed their artillery fire at the beach.

"fire."

With an order, the cannons began to spit out flames.

Boom boom boom boom!
The Ming army opened fire, and dense shells poured down, turning the ship in the waves into ashes in an instant.

Zheng Jing looked up at the sky, as if he saw himself about to be drowned, and his eyes became moist.

"I am so sorry. God is so unfair to me. So unfair."

Zheng Jing burst into tears and cried so hard that he finally passed out.

"Savior."

The military doctor on the ship came over hurriedly, but Zheng Jing was cold all over.

"It's over."

The military doctor sighed and said, "The general is injured and needs immediate treatment, otherwise."

"Prepare hot water immediately."

But when the hot water on the boat arrived, Zheng Jing's face showed pain, and he groaned: "It hurts."

The military doctor wiped his wound with hot water and said, "The wound is too deep. It must be cleaned as soon as possible."

"Purging."

Zheng Jing said with difficulty: "Apply medicine to him first."

A waiter came over with a basin. The military doctor reached out to take it, and suddenly there was a "plop" sound, and blood spurted out.

The man was stunned, and the military doctor was also confused.

The blood flowed quickly, Zheng Jing felt difficulty breathing, he coughed repeatedly, and then said: "What shoes, salt water."

Salt water was sprinkled on the wound, causing severe pain, and Zheng Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bandage him."

Just as a waiter finished bandaging Zheng Jing's wound, someone came from outside.

"Sir, let's run away."

"Escape, how to escape?
"Sir, please take a look."

The woman pointed outside, where there was the wreckage of a powerful ship.

"Those Ming troops are too powerful, sir, let's hide from them."

"Dodge."

Zheng Jing shook his head and said, "What's the point of hiding? Even if I die today, I will die at the hands of the Ming army. Instead of that, I might as well fight. Maybe I can even gain honor for my family."

"Then let's go find those vassal kings. They are the ones who are holding back the Ming Emperor."

(End of this chapter)