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Chapter 381 The Shura Field of Zhenjiang Fort

Sitting on the horse, Amin looked at the battlefield in front of him, and trembled uncontrollably. It was shock and fear, and it was the fear deep in his heart.Under the city wall plowed by thunder, no matter how powerful a warrior is, no matter how thick his armor is, he cannot resist such thunder and flint.

It wasn't just Amin who was trembling slightly, almost all the Houjin generals who followed behind Amin were trembling, but everyone pretended not to see it and suppressed their fear in their hearts.The weird situation in front of him made Amin no longer know how to fight. On the battlefield, those soldiers who attacked the city seemed to be frozen, not knowing whether to retreat or continue to attack the city.

The gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated, and the situation under the city wall of Zhenjiang Fort was already clear at a glance. Countless people were lying here and there, but none of them could stand.

The gunpowder smoke dissipated, followed by clearer groans of pain. Outside the city walls of Zhenjiang Fort, there was a Shura field.

The attack distance of the grenade is generally no more than [-] paces. If it is [-] paces away, the casualties are much less, and if it is [-] paces away, it is rare to see injuries.

The Tartars, who were still forty or fifty steps away, didn't know whether to continue forward or backward. They did not receive the order to retreat and retreated privately. They were going to be beheaded. It is really scary.

Just now, it was still a battlefield where killing noises shook the sky, but at this moment, it has returned to calm.

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Countless heads protruded from the city wall, looking at the results of their battles.

Not only the besiegers were in a daze, but the defenders were also in a daze.

Ever since Mao Wenlong stood up and saw the dead bodies all over the place, he was completely stunned there. This unprecedented style of play had already overturned his understanding of war.For the results of this style of play, Mao Wenlong himself did not believe it.

Zhang Heng has seen the effect of hundreds of grenades attacking at the same time in the imperial city, and he has seen sheep and wooden stakes after being bombed by hundreds of grenades. He had some intuitive understanding, so although he was speechless for a long time after being shocked by the results in front of him, he was the first to come back to his senses.

"Marshal, without further ado, it's time to throw the hook..." Zhang Heng reminded.

Only then did Mao Wenlong wake up from the results of the battle that subverted his understanding, and quickly said: "Yes, yes, yes, Mao Da, hurry up and ask the boys to throw hooks and hang up our 'war exploits'." Mao Wenlong woke up with a start. Those who are still demented around.

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief..." Mao Da was stunned by the way of fighting like a thunder plow. It was the first time he really saw the effect of thousands of grenades attacking at the same time. Facing the dead bodies on the ground outside the city wall, Mao Da Involuntarily swallowed their saliva. In the past, when facing the Tartars, they always wanted to fight to the death, making up their minds to fight to the death with the Tartars, but now, in just a few breaths, there were all the Tartars lying on the ground outside. , This style of play also completely overturned his understanding of how he fought in the past. When he heard his father calling him, he quickly agreed, and then shouted: "...Brothers, throw the hook quickly! No! Human head, our work will be for nothing, and the reward silver in hand will also fly away..."

With Mao Da's cry, the people on the city wall seemed to be awakened at the same time, and they immediately became noisy, and they started to act one after another, taking out the hooks they had prepared in advance, and throwing them down to hook those who had been killed or fell to the ground. Or a dead body.

The Ming Dynasty confirmed the military exploits, and the proof of issuing silver rewards was the head. Mao Wenlong fought countless times with the Tartars, and he suffered from this loss all the time, so that there were not many military exploits that could be confirmed. After several years of fighting, countless casualties, the confirmed results were only Hundreds of heads.Therefore, Mao Wenlong has learned to be good now, taking advantage of the monthly support of the emperor's silver, combined with this special hand grenade to defend the city, so he made many hooks specially used to hook the corpses under the city.Mao Wenlong made countless inferences. It is expected that the Tartars do not know this kind of warfare. Once they get close to the city wall, they are likely to suffer heavy casualties. Those civil officials will say that Mao Wenlong "only swims but does not fight", "wasting state money" and "powerless to restrain". If there is a real head, even the most picky civil servants will have nothing to say.

The people on the city wall all smiled and began to "harvest" their victory with hooks.

Among the people who fell to the ground under the city wall, apart from the dead bodies, some were only injured and hadn't died yet.Hooked into the skin and bones by a sharp hook, and pulled by someone, screaming to death.

The battlefield that had just fallen silent was once again filled with such heart-piercing, creepy cries.

The people on the city wall worked hard to reap their own "fruits", and they didn't care about the screaming of the people below, just pulling the rope with all their strength.

The attack distance of the grenade was only forty or fifty steps away. Some of the elite Tartars who were forty or fifty steps away reacted habitually and took out their bows and arrows to suppress them.

Amin led Hou Jin's generals, trembling in a daze involuntarily, seeing people on the city wall throwing hooks to pull corpses, and those who were not dead were dragged down and screamed miserably.The wailing woke up Amin, and Amin recovered from the "shaking", and shouted desperately: "Quickly suppress, hurry up, shoot the arrow, don't let them take the head... hurry up..." Hou Jin said to Ming It can be said that the court knows the basics, knowing that the calculation of credit in the Ming Dynasty depends on the head, so they also "protect" their own head very strictly. If you get a reward, if you lose a lot of heads, it will undoubtedly be a great stimulus to the morale of the frontier army of the Ming Dynasty. Snatch the head from the soldiers on your side, without him, and don't want your head to become the motivation to motivate the enemy to kill you.

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city ​​wall.

"Ouch... the Tartars shot people..." A soldier guarding the city cried out in pain.

The leader of this team, Xiao Qi, quickly shouted: "Hide, hide, squat down..." This Xiao Ban was so "involved" in pulling the corpse that the remaining Tatars [-] or [-] steps away The son didn't pay attention to the arrows, until a Tartar arrow bounced off the iron cap of one of his soldiers, and he suddenly discovered the situation, so he immediately shouted to take cover.

The soldiers who were busy pulling the "war results" squatted down one by one immediately and hid behind the battlements.

The soldier who cried out in pain just now was still holding the rope tightly in his hand, and he didn't intend to let go at all. The corpse hanging in mid-air was just like that.

"Ermao, how are you? Where did the shot go?" Xiao Qi hurried over and asked the soldier crying for pain with concern.

"Boss, it's all right. Fortunately, there is an iron pot on this head. If it weren't for the iron pot, there would be a hole in the head for the Tartars, but a slot would have to be made..." This soldier called Ermao hooked the "results of battle" "The rope was wrapped around himself, and he didn't mean to let go of his "war results" that had been hanging in mid-air.

After tying the rope on his body, Er Mao took off the helmet on his head, stroked the groove on the helmet, and said, "If it weren't for this iron pot this time, I'm afraid I would have been shot to death by the Tartars, thanks to this iron pot." Pot..., I will leave it as a family heirloom for future generations in the future, and tell them that you can be born because of the merits of this iron pot, pot, pot, I will ask future generations to burn incense and worship you day and night..."

The little flag smiled and said: "Ermao, the person you should thank is the commander-in-chief, your majesty. If the commander-in-chief hadn't bought you this outfit, would you be able to hold this iron pot on your head? It's worth money... I also want to thank Your Majesty, if it wasn't for His Majesty's money, it would be great if you could wear a broken felt hat now, look at you, and you still have to worship that iron hat for generations..."

After hearing this, everyone burst into "haha" laughter.

Ermao was embarrassed by everyone's laughter, pulled the rope tied to his body, and said: "You still don't help me, this is a head, it is a military exploit, but it is money. With him, there is money to go home and marry a wife." It’s over, don’t take over soon..., strangle me to death..."

Only then did the other soldiers of this small flag laugh and laugh, and under the cover of the walls, they laughed and pulled the rope on Er Mao's body together.

The little flag took Ermao's somewhat dented helmet, looked at it, and then looked at the city wall crest, which blocked the view, this little flag seemed to be thinking about something.

Everyone hid behind the city wall, "Yo he, yo ho" pulling the rope vigorously, pulling their own battle exploits. The corpse weighed only one or two hundred catties. With the joint efforts of several people, they quickly pulled up the city wall.

With a "poof...", the corpse was pulled over the wall and fell into the wall.

"hey-hey……"

"Yo ho..."

"Hey, Ermao, you're lucky. This looks like a tartar head. Looking at the outfit, I guess it's a bullshit. Tsk tsk, Ermao, let's make a fortune..."

After everyone pulled up the body, they found that the "military achievement" they pulled up was a Tartar head, which was much more valuable than ordinary Tartars.

"That's right, Ermao, your luck today is really good. You got an arrow in the head and you're fine. Just pull it casually, and you just pulled a tartar on the head. Ermao, did you step on dog shit when you went out today? How is it so lucky?" Okay..." Everyone joked happily.

The little flag also jokingly said: "Ermao, your luck today is really not covered. This arrow was shot by the elite Tartars. In normal times, your head must have a hole. Even with this iron helmet, at least You have to see blood too... Today's elite Tartars are probably frightened by our style of play, and they are a little soft, so their accuracy is a bit poor, and they don't have much strength... Hehe, otherwise, Ermao, this will , I’m afraid we’ll all have to hold your dead body and cry..." The little flag explained his guess with a smile. [About the iron helmets on the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, some people may think that the iron helmets appeared only during World War I and World War II, and they came from Europe. In fact, soldiers in the Ming Dynasty wore iron helmets, especially in the north. The frontier army, ordinary soldiers, and ordinary soldiers also wear iron helmets, which have a certain defense against bows and arrows. 】

"Hey hey, hey hey..." The guy named Ermao was embarrassed by everyone, so he kept giggling.

"Well, let me see! We won the battle today, and the commander-in-chief will definitely reward us. When we are going to eat meat later, how about letting Ermao eat first?" A veteran suddenly suggested.

"it is good……"

"it is good……"

The soldiers of this small flag applauded one after another.

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"What are you thinking? What are you thinking?..." Mao Daban ran over from the city wall with his back bent, kicked a soldier, and shouted loudly: "You guys are stupid, are you stupid? Why don't you hurry up? Pick up the corpse below, what are you smirking here? Can you laugh out your head?"

The soldiers of Ermao, the little banner, immediately stopped laughing, and quickly complimented Mao Mao.

Although Mao Da was kicking and cursing, he was obviously in a good mood today, and with a smile all over his face, after kicking the little flag's men and horses, he quickly ran towards the other side of the city wall.

The little flag immediately became busy with joy.

"Ermao, I'll give you the hook, you can throw it, you're lucky today, let me borrow your luck..."

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On the city wall, those who were busy pulling corpses were pulling corpses, and some people were attentively observing the movement below. In front of these people, there was also a periscope.

"Be careful not to show your head, the tartars are approaching, and they all retract their heads..." The man who used the periscope to observe the enemy's situation shouted loudly while observing.

"Attention the third flag, there are tartars thirty steps ahead, ready to throw grenades..." The person in charge of observation shouted loudly.

Ermao's small flag happened to be the third flag. Hearing Shangguan's order, several people immediately loosened the ropes in their hands, pulled out the grenade, and unscrewed the back cover.

"Attention..., 25 steps,... [-] steps..." The person in charge of the observation kept reporting the numbers.

The soldiers of Ermao, a small banner, skillfully lit the fuse with incense, and after a little identification of the position, they skillfully threw the battlements over the battlements.

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Anfektu is an elite soldier with three or four coats. When the shocking power explosion happened, he was just fifty steps away, avoiding the thunder and flint.However, when he saw Ming Dynasty soldiers hooking people with hooks, out of instinct, he began to suppress them with arrows to prevent the Ming Dynasty soldiers from taking their heads. However, as the Ming Dynasty Xiaoqi said just now, that A thunderstorm with shocking power really frightened him so much that he lost his aim a lot, and he was so weak that he obviously shot someone, but there was no result.

Anfektu walked forward instinctively, out of the instinct to prevent the heads on his side from being cut off, he walked closer and closer to the city wall, so that when he was approaching the city wall, a few iron lumps suddenly flew down from the city wall, Anfektu looked at the smoking iron lump, suddenly remembered something, suddenly roared in despair, and ran back.

"Boom..., boom..., boom..." After several grenades exploded at the same time, there was no such person as Anfektu in the world, only a strand of torn clothes fell from the air.

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Mao Wenlong was watching with great interest the people on his side reaping the "results of battle". He had played so many tricks and thought of so many ways, and now he finally saw the results.Seeing some scattered Tartars trying to prevent the people on the city wall from snatching heads, they curled their lips.

Mao Da walked around the city wall, came back again, and said, "Father commander, good thing, good thing, the brothers are all hooking up corpses, and they have already hooked up a lot... Hehe, father commander, this time, we can make a fortune." Well, I don't know how much money I have to receive...Your Majesty has always been generous, and we will definitely not miss our reward..." Mao Da turned around and got the latest information.

"Oh, hehe, is that right? About how many people died this time?" Mao Wenlong tried not to be too excited.

"Father, this time we are afraid that we will kill or injure a thousand or two Tartars... But we have to hook them up one by one, otherwise, I'm afraid the court won't take it seriously..." After Mao Da finished speaking, he read Look at Zhang Heng.

"General Mao, don't worry, the cause and effect of this incident, the process and the results of the battle, I will definitely report to the staff truthfully. I know how many Tartars died. However, the imperial court still has to look at the head to count the military exploits, haha So, General Mao, my report belongs to the report. At most, it is to let His Majesty know your loyalty and bravery, and know that you are fighting with your heart. To be honest, Zhang thinks that it is more realistic to hook more heads..." Zhang Heng Man said helplessly.

"It doesn't matter, Staff Officer Zhang, as long as His Majesty can understand the painstaking efforts of the minister, it doesn't matter if you have better military achievements or not. I, Mao Wenlong, have been here in Dongjiang Town for these years. A few more heads, a few less heads , we will continue to kill Tartars..." Mao Wenlong said.

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"Master, you can't attack the city! Master, you can't attack the city..." A servant desperately hugged his master's thigh, howling while hugging Amin's leg and not letting go.

"Master, I'm afraid it's really impossible to attack the city now. More than 1000 people have gone here. Although they are all coated, we have no way to get close to the city wall..."

Amin woke up from the trembling of death. When he saw the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty hooking the corpses with hooks, he immediately jumped into a rage. He wanted to continue to attack and snatch the corpses back. However, he was held back by his servants, and he couldn't even get close to the city wall. , What are you talking about siege the city and get back the corpse?Isn't it sending more corpses?
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"Huh... the Tartars seem to be scared, the people who sent them to death have all left..., isn't it cheaper for me, Mao Wenlong, to cut off the head..., it's so refreshing to cut off the head..." Mao Wenlong looked like the tide Those who returned were talking to themselves dissatisfied.

The entourage followed Mao Wenlong to see that the besiegers had indeed retreated, and only a dead zone was formed within fifty steps of the city wall, and a place of dead bodies was left in this dead zone.

"Mao Da..." Mao Wenlong suddenly shouted.

"My child is..." Mao Da replied immediately.

"Cut off the heads of the corpses that were brought up, and handle them properly. In the future, the court will come to look at the heads, and this credit will be given to me..." Mao Wenlong shouted loudly.

"My child obeys..." Mao Da immediately replied, there is no need to doubt this matter, isn't the purpose of pulling the dead body up is to cut off the head?However, Mao Da asked again: "Father, the head has been cut off, should the body be pushed down?"

With a smile on his face, Mao Wenlong watched the flow of people recede like a tide, and said: "No... I want to use the head to claim credit, and I want to use the rest to call the tartar back..."

"...Mao Da, you call your sons immediately, cut off the heads, and hang the corpses on the city wall for me. I want to show the Tartars the end of the siege. I want to see if the Tartars can do it." I can sit still..., the commander wants to let the tartars come back to die, the more they come, the more they die, the better...haha..." Mao Wenlong said in a "sharp voice".

Although the followers all crawled out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, they still felt palpitations when they heard the methods of their own commander. His own commander, in order to anger the Tartars and let the Tartars attack the city, did nothing. Needless to say.

"Yes, Father Commander..." Mao Da hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but reminded: "Marshal, it's still hot these days, this corpse won't take half a day, I'm afraid it will stink, if it hangs on the city wall, it will suffocate my brothers, besides, I'm also afraid of a plague..." Zhang Hengxin He felt a little nauseous, looking at the bloody scenes of beheadings everywhere on the city wall, he reminded him.

(End of this chapter)