The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 631: The Final Kill of Taicang Prefecture

“Kill them!!!”

The golden sunflower cup with dragon ears fell to the ground, hitting the marble floor.

It was the sound of broken jade.

Two Miao Daos came at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, slashing towards the thin Zhang Yunxiu.

Li Zicheng opened his eyes.

"die!"

The slightly worn goose-feather knife, like a bloodthirsty silver snake, broke free from its scabbard, shining with a cold light.

The Miao Dao was cut in half, and the two servants covered their necks and stumbled down.

Kang Guangxu helped Zhang Yunxiu, who had just recovered from his shock, to his feet, stroking his beard and saying with a smile:

"I've said it before, this knife can cut through iron like mud."

Wang Heng took two steps back and hid behind the servants. "Alright, the precious sword left by Shen Lian is in your hands. Today, I will take him along with the sword!"

"Go together!"

The living room was suddenly filled with chaotic footsteps, and a group of servants rushed in like a tide.

From five or six steps away, he swung his axe and hammer and smashed them at the three men without saying a word.

Li Zicheng swung his sword to chop off the legs of the Eight Immortals table, pulled it over, and used the table top to block in front of him to protect Zhang Yunxiu and Kang Guangxu.

There was a sudden clanging sound in the living room, wood chips flew everywhere, and two Ru kiln bottles from the Jiajing period shattered to the ground.

Kang Guangxu shouted outside, "Master Wang, if you want to kill someone, just kill them. Why tear down the Wang family's wealth? If you tear it down like this, aren't you afraid that your father will come out and kill you?"

Wang Heng sneered, "Even if I tear it down, I won't leave it to you dogs!"

"I'm not only going to demolish it, I'm going to burn it all down. Burn the houses, the tea plantations, the fruit orchards... and finally burn Taicang City too! Let Liu Zhaosun eat dirt!"

Kang Guangxu stuck half of his head out and said to the group of servants at the door:

"Prince Wang, if you're so determined to die, then don't drag others down with you. The 80,000-strong Huguang army will be arriving soon. Why don't you leave a way for your servants to live?"

Wang Heng snatched a short crossbow from the servant and aimed at the half of Kang Guangxu's head that was exposed.

"What army? What army does Liu Zhaosun have? They sent only a few dozen instructors like you who are good at talking. Tang Zhentie will take care of them. You should just worry about how you die!"

"Wang Heng, you were highly regarded by the Emperor Retired back then. If you had behaved yourself, you would be a leader now. It's a shame you're dead. I still want to see you paint erotic paintings."

As Kang Guangxu spoke, he pulled out two flintlock lances from under his robe. Under the surprised gazes of Li Zicheng and Zhang Yunxiu, the eighteenth-generation inheritor of Vajra Powder began to skillfully load ammunition.

The flintlock was quickly loaded.

"Draw your mother!"

"Prince Wang, please don't be angry. How about this? I will count to three, and you will leave and let the three of us go. I promise to plead with the Emperor to let you leave Taicang alive. I will never kill you."

“One, two…”

Li Zicheng pulled Kang Guangxu hard, and there were two whooshing sounds.

A short arrow flew past his head, and another shot into the table and went out.

The lance exploded twice, making Zhang Yunxiu's ears buzz like thunder.

There was screaming from the other side.

Li Zicheng handed the musket to Zhang Yunxiu.

Zhang Jinglue said anxiously: "General Li, I, I have never used this..."

Kang Guangxu pointed at the trigger and said calmly, "Pull here."

Zhang Yunxiu hid behind the eight-immortals table, tremblingly raised a loaded lance, gestured around in an African gun-holding posture, and finally closed his eyes.

The gun was pointed at Kang Guangxu.

Click the trigger.

The hammer with the flint hit the flint cover hard, creating a spark, which then fell and ignited the primer in the primer pool.

The fire is transmitted into the barrel through the ignition hole, igniting the black powder in the barrel and generating high-temperature and high-pressure gas.

Kang Guangxu pushed the gun away and shouted:

"Old Zhang!"

boom!
The huge recoil force was transmitted to the butt of the gun. Zhang Yunxiu's African gun-holding posture caused serious consequences. He was hit hard on the chin and fainted on the spot.

A servant who was about to rush forward had half of his face disappear and fell in a pool of blood.

Kang Guangxu calmed down and gave a thumbs up.

"Zhang Jinglie is mighty!"

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This backward non-rifled pistol is being gradually phased out, and the only ones left are as collectibles for personal collection.

The shape of this lance is very recognizable. The brass covers of the muzzle and handle are very delicately designed, each engraved with an angry black dragon with its bloody mouth wide open and spitting fire.

The black dragon relief was a common design on high-end Qi firearms. The workshop sporadically produced two hundred of these, which the retired emperor bestowed upon his civil and military officials.

Li Zicheng and Kang Guangxu were lucky enough to get two.

This gun is not only beautifully designed, but also powerful. Its range and accuracy far surpass those of a bow and arrow. It is incredibly powerful. Blowing off half of your head with one shot is no joke...

However, due to the large air resistance of spherical projectiles and the rapid decay of kinetic energy, their accuracy is shockingly poor compared to the popular rifled rifles.

Its only advantage is its power.

As the distance to the target gets closer, the accuracy and power increase dramatically.

In this kind of indoor combat, the flintlock musket can show its power.

When the smoke cleared, five or six servants lay dead, and the Eight Immortals Table was filled with arrows.

Kang Guangxu picked up a broken wine pot and poured half a pot of Maotai liquor from the 32nd year of Hongwu's reign to wake Zhang Jinglie up.

"Good wine, good wine..."

"Lao Zhang, stop drinking. We need to escape. Get ready."

Li Zicheng nodded to the two of them and was about to rush out in the chaos.

A nine-foot-tall, ferocious-looking servant stood at the door and roared:

"They've run out of ammunition. You guys, protect me and leave first! Everyone else, come with me and kill these three Tartar dogs!"

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Two servants rushed up from the left and right, wielding extremely sharp Japanese swords in their hands.

Kang Guangxu smiled and said:
"Prince Wang, you're still doing business with the Japanese pirates. Tokugawa Kusanagi owes you a lot of money, right? He even mortgaged his Japanese swords."

Wang Heng was supported by several servants and walked towards the yard. When he heard Kang Guangxu teasing him, he turned around and cursed:
"I'm going to Japan to enjoy my life. I'll leave this mess in Taicang to you. Kang Guangxu, you're just like your father. You're still stubborn even when you're about to die. You'll be at peace when you're burned to ashes."

After Wang Heng finished speaking, he turned around and left. The carriage had already been prepared at the gate of the courtyard.

The bandits lying in ambush outside the yard moved barrels into the yard one by one, and some of them took bows and arrows and walked towards the main hall.

Zhang Yunxiu smelled a strong smell of tung oil and shouted:
"Oh no, they're going to burn the house down."

Kang Guangxu said anxiously, "Li Zicheng, charge out quickly and use all your skills! Don't dawdle."

There were seven or eight servants standing in the room. Li Zicheng rushed forward, dragging his goose-feather knife.

Two samurai swords came towards him, and he rolled over on the ground, turned his back to the two men, and hurriedly ran towards Kang Guangxu. Two servants followed closely behind him. Just after he ran two steps, the man in front of him suddenly covered his lower abdomen and was kicked out.

Li Zicheng killed one person with a dragging sword. When he raised the sword again, there was a loud bang behind him. Half of the head of the remaining servant disappeared and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

Kang Guangxu continued to reload.

At this time, the burly head servant pushed away the trembling subordinates who were blocking his way, and rushed forward with a heavy mace.

The surroundings were in a mess, the whale oil lamps were overturned by arrows, and the curtains and the Wang family's ancestral statues were burning with flames.

The head servant swung his stick and smashed the pear wood armchair in front of him, then looked at Li Zicheng as if he were a dead man.

"You have good kung fu, but you still need to practice."

Li Zicheng raised his goose-feather knife and walked towards his opponent.

When the two sides were ten steps apart, they began to accelerate at the same time.

The mace rubbed against the ground, and the teeth made a crisp tinkling sound.

Li Zicheng made a sudden move and slashed with his goose-feather knife. The head servant had a similar build to Lin Yu and was very flexible. He dodged it with a slight movement.

The mace came down with a whistling sound, like a mountain pressing down on his head. Li Zicheng raised his sword to block it, and with a bang, flames flew everywhere.

The head servant caught a glimpse of Kang Guangxu aiming at him, and quickly raised his weapon, using his mace to block the attack. The lead bullet hit the mace, causing his palm to go numb.

Several servants behind him quickly shot arrows to protect him.

After a meeting between the two sides, Li Zicheng roughly figured out the other side's tactics.

The goose-feather knife slashed across the marble, sending up a string of dazzling sparks. Then, with a clang, the mace was knocked to the ground.

The head servant picked up a long spear, stepped forward, and aimed the spear tip at Li Zicheng's throat, with the spear tassel making a red swirl.

Li Zicheng slightly turned his body to avoid the spear tip, slapped his knife at the spear body, and with a flick of the front handle, the spear was knocked down again.

The head of the retainers raised his short crossbow and shot towards him. Li Zicheng tilted his head and barely avoided a poisonous arrow that flew past his face.

Without waiting for his opponent to shoot the second arrow, he flipped over the Wudang Qingyun Ladder and swept a fierce Tan Leg Whip towards the opponent's face.

The Tan Leg Whip and the Continuous Kicks are Li Zicheng's lifelong skills and are extraordinary.

His left and right feet follow him like a shadow, avoiding the real and attacking the fake. Even experts like Lin Yu and Wu Xiao find it difficult to defend against him.

The head servant stretched out his arm to block, but was knocked away by the brute force of a bull or bear.

The short crossbow shattered into pieces on the ground, and the nine-foot tall man's head smashed into the wall, leaving only his legs and feet twitching outside.

Li Zicheng stepped forward and patted the corpse:
"Brother, your kung fu is pretty good. I'll have to practice more in my next life."

(End of this chapter)