The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 699 Raid
In the second half of the night, heavy snow fell, and Baxian Mountain became a desolate country. A meteor fell into the sea.

The eighteen-man assault force was divided into three teams and climbed up the steep and slippery mountain path.

The snowy night was so quiet that it was almost deathly quiet.

Occasionally, the dry and cold wind brought the sound of explosions from Choshu Domain dozens of miles away.

Standing on the mountain road, if you are lucky, you can see the burning fire in the distance. The hot air balloons of the First Corps are bombing the Shogunate fortress.

"Keep going! Fuck your mother, I'll burn you to death!"

Li Zicheng carried heavy equipment, including but not limited to a light mortar, dozens of incendiary bombs, two people's ammunition, and the ox horn bow that had been with him for many years.

Although his steps were heavy and he was panting with every step, when he heard the faint explosions, Li Zicheng felt a lightness of heart he had never felt before.

The mountain path extends upward from the foot of the mountain, close to the steep side of the canyon, and disappears into the vast night.

They hid the horses in the dense forest at the foot of the mountain. The tall Mongolian horses were too conspicuous, and the war horses could easily be frightened and fall off the cliff when walking on the mountain path less than two feet wide.

The squeaking beech trees and oaks by the roadside disappeared, replaced by lush and rustling towering pines and cypresses.

Snowflakes fell on the mountain path, and the undulating snowdrifts looked like skinned goats.

There is no need to kill all the Japanese. There are still good men and women in the temple, Jiang Liuer thought. It is enough to kill the daimyo of each domain and the shogun.

He looked around, hoping to find the shadow of a pine tree in the pine forest.

I hope this is the last battle. I heard that the White Lotus Sect has started causing trouble again.

If the emperor is gone.

A terrible thought flashed through Jiang Liuer's mind.

If the emperor was gone, would Da Qi immediately fall apart?

He mechanically moved his blistered feet, and the intense stinging brought him back to reality.

As he got closer to the Meneng Temple, a fear of death enveloped his heart.

They are descendants of the evil god and are born evil. It is only natural for the emperor to kill them. In the end, Jiang Liuer convinced himself in this way.

At dawn, the group arrived at the outskirts of Meneng Temple, and the mountain gate was closed like a river clam.

An owl stood on a fir tree, looking down at the crowd.

"Open your eyes." Wu Xiao drew out the goose-feather knife.

"The demon monk has a thousand transformations. Anyone who tries to attack you, regardless of gender, age or status, will be killed."

"Can I also turn into a night owl?"

Li Zicheng pulled the ox horn bow and aimed at the aggressive owl.

After saying that, he released the bowstring, and a huge arrow flashed across the night sky and hit the huge night owl directly. The big bird couldn't dodge in time and was hit by the arrow. It flapped its wings and fell into the snow, turning into a monk in a cassock.

Li Zicheng stepped forward and stepped on the monk, and Wu Xiao asked Jiang Liuer to question him.

“How many people are there in the temple?”

"idiot!"

"Where is Chunshen the old thief now?"

"idiot!"

"Do you have any muskets?"

"Baga! You guys are dead!"

Wu Xiao gave a wink, and Li Zicheng raised his sword and chopped off the monk's head.

The first bell of the temple in the morning came, as if ringing right next to my ears.

"It's three quarters past noon. Divide our forces into three groups and attack immediately!"

Wu Xiao gave some instructions to Jiang Liuer and Li Zicheng, and everyone divided into three groups according to the battle plan prepared in advance, preparing to launch an attack on the temple.

Jiang Liuer and Li Zicheng each led six soldiers to the wall and the main gate respectively.

After taking a few steps, Li Zicheng stepped on a twig and broke it. The others turned around and glared at him.

"Be careful, that evil monk has better ears than a dog, he should be inside."

A fox cried out in the yard, and then, somehow, it jumped onto the top of the wall and looked at Li Zicheng with its neck tilted.

"After turning into a night owl and a fox, I don't have time to play with you guys anymore, go to your mother's hair!"

Li Zicheng put down his ox-horn bow and ignored the fox. He ordered the six soldiers to push down a fir tree and use the trunk to make a simple battering ram. The six men carried the trunk weighing hundreds of pounds and rushed towards the temple gate with all their might.

boom! boom!
After two collisions, the soldiers' palms were all rubbed by the bark. The fir tree was covered with snow and mud, and it was heavy and slippery, making it extremely difficult to hold on to.

Li Zicheng pushed everyone aside and shouted angrily, "You are all useless people. Get out of the way! Look at me!"

Then he gathered his sleeves in his hands, moved them up and down, left and right, and yelled "Fuck your mother!" Then he picked up the tree trunk with both hands and slammed it towards the mountain gate. There was a loud scraping sound, and the stone elephant in front of the gate was knocked off its head. The fir tree weighing five or six hundred pounds snapped in two. Li Zicheng stumbled and sat on the ground, pointing at the mountain gate and shouting:
"You bastard, you bald donkey, get out here and die! The entire Great Qi Imperial Guard is here! Today I'm going to take your life!"

The monks inside heard a noise halfway up the mountain and looked out through the crack in the door. They saw a strong man like Li, who was as tall as a black tower, holding a broken tree trunk and rushing up with each step. He rushed towards the mountain gate without saying a word.

The two monks guarding the door cried out, "What a tragedy! What kind of god is this? Go and tell the master!"

After saying this, he closed the mountain gate tightly and locked it from the inside.

Li Zicheng ordered his soldiers to set up the mortars and fire two shots into the courtyard, causing continuous screams from the audience.

Seeing that the mountain gate had not been opened yet, Li Zicheng knocked on the door with his fist as big as a sandbag, like beating a drum.

At this time, Wu Xiao and others continued to throw Molotov cocktails into the temple courtyard, and Jiang Liuer led people to climb the courtyard wall.

Li Zicheng knocked for a while, but saw no movement from inside, so he turned around and said to his six soldiers:

"Gather all the gunpowder. I'm going to blow up the door."

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I don’t know if it was because Master Chunshen was too confident in his personal safety, or because Jiang Liuer had obtained the divine power of the emperor, but he lightly supported himself with the tip of his goose feather knife and jumped onto the courtyard wall.

The view inside the courtyard is unobstructed. Behind the high walls, the roofs rise and fall like waves, and there is no end in sight!
A group of monks in blue cloaks and warriors in red armor were attracted by the sound of knocking on the door coming from the direction of the mountain gate. They rushed towards Li Zicheng like a herd of frightened horses.

Jiang Liuer couldn't help but start to worry about his companions.

There were only three warriors near the courtyard wall, and they were now looking towards the mountain gate.

A shell whizzed into the chaotic crowd in front of the mountain gate, and a rain of blood rose around the landing point.

The warriors covered their ears and ran around like headless flies. The two blue-robed monks turned into broken corpses.

The courtyard wall where Jiang Liuer was located was covered with pine trees both inside and outside. There was a shallow stream at the base of the wall, which had long been frozen.

He took a deep breath and said to himself in his heart, you are the bravest warrior in the central guard, and Matsushita is here, they are just a few evil monks.

Then he took two guards with him, jumped lightly off the wall and landed at the corner. The three of them walked through the ice as hard as stone and the ice debris on the pine needles, walked a long distance, turned several corners, and came to the back of a luxurious-looking house.

Four burly monks stood at the door, holding samurai swords and working in groups of two, circling the meditation room.

"There's someone important in the room."

After Jiang Liu'er finished speaking, he took out two blowpipes from his sleeve and handed them to a soldier. The two of them stuck to the wall of the meditation room and slowly approached the monk from behind.

Another soldier skillfully loaded bullets into his flintlock rifle and kept watch on the surroundings.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
Two blowpipes were shot out, and the target who was about to reach Jiang Liuer fell down. The soldier drew out his dagger, stabbed the monk twice more, and quickly dragged the body into the shadows.

The second monk called out his companion's name, and when he realized something was wrong, someone grabbed his neck tightly from behind.

"Who's inside?"

"Baga, dead, dead,"

Jiang Liuer exerted a little force with his fingers and strangled the other person's neck.

The last two monks turned around and looked at Jiang Liuer.

Jiang Liuer and Zhan Bing raised their muskets at the same time and fired two shots. Before the monk could react, he was killed in the northwest.

After dealing with the monk, the three of them stood guard at the door as if they were facing a formidable enemy. However, after a long while, there was no movement in the meditation room.

Jiang Liuer gasped for breath and pushed the door carefully, only to find that it was locked from the inside.

Just when I was getting anxious, I found a very small window above my head.

At this time, a woman's scream was heard from inside the house.

Suddenly, a faint light streamed out from the high window of the originally dark Zen room.

"Who is inside?"

Jiang Liuer's cheek was pressed against the frosted and blood-stained door panel, just like resting his head on a woman's belly, listening carefully through her belly.

"It seems like there is an old monk chanting scriptures, but not Buddhist scriptures," Jiang Liuer said with surprise. It is very likely that they have encountered the old thief Chunshen.

"Go in and kill the bald donkey!" The soldier's voice suddenly became louder because of his excitement.

Jiang Liuer quickly covered his mouth.

"Wait until Li Zicheng and the others come in, then we'll attack together. You two go over and help them first!"

Jiang Liuer knew that there were more than 500 warriors and monks around the temple, and what they encountered now was only a small part of them.

Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet began to tremble slightly, and it seemed as if something was about to break out from under the pine needles.

Jiang Liuer looked at the two soldiers, and the three of them looked at each other.

(End of this chapter)