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Chapter 382 Zhenjiang Fort Purgatory City

Zhenjiang Fort is already an Asura Field.

On the city wall, there were scenes of joyously beheading people everywhere. When the head was cut open, blood flowed all over the ground, and there were pools of blood everywhere on the city wall.

Under the city wall, there were dead bodies all over the place. The blood flowed out and stained the ground. The moat outside the city wall was already blood-red, so that when the water in the moat flowed into the big river, it formed a sharp contrast. Half of the water in the river was clear. Yes, half of the river is red.

"Quick, quick... Quick, the commander has an order to hang the decapitated corpse on the top of the city, hurry... the commander has an order to hang the decapitated corpse outside..." The orderly squatted halfway Then, under the protection of the city wall, he galloped to deliver the military order.

Ermao, a small bannerman, heard the order from the messenger, and immediately tied the decapitated corpse with a rope. This end was tied to the wall, and then thrown out, the corpse was hung outside the city wall.

After several people worked together to throw the corpse out of the city wall, they sat down on the ground with their backs against the walls and began to rest.

Ermao moved a few times, picked up the head from the pile of blood, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and smirked with satisfaction from time to time, the head seemed to be still warm.

Soon, the city wall was covered with headless corpses, and it was easy to tell from the clothes on the corpses that these corpses were soldiers of Houjin.

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"Mao Wenlong, you bastard, Mao Wenlong, I'm going to kill you... Come on! Come on..." Amin was trembling all over, cursing and cursing incessantly.Outside the city wall of Zhenjiang Fort, there were already densely packed headless corpses, all of them Houjin's corpses.

The Houjin generals who followed A Min were also stunned. Mao Wenlong not only cut off the head, but also hung the body on the top of the city...

"Come here, attack the city, attack the city, kill Mao Wenlong for me, there will be a big reward for killing Mao Wenlong, Mao Wenlong, you will die..." Amin was furious as thunder when facing the headless corpses all over the city wall, knowing that There will be no results in the siege, but the siege is still roaring, and the emotions can no longer be controlled.

"Master, you can't go! You can't go, let's go, we can only send more people to death..." A servant howled and hugged A Min's leg, not letting A Min move.

"Get lost..." Amin couldn't stand Mao Wenlong's provocation any longer, and couldn't bear his violent temper anymore. He kicked away the crying coat who was blocking him, and couldn't control his emotions and mind anymore. , There was only one thought in his mind, which was to capture the city and kill Mao Wenlong to vent his anger.

This kind of rage not only concealed the fear in his heart, but also concealed the trembling all over his body.

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The horns sounded again, urging Hou Jin's soldiers to prepare to attack.

Mao Wenlong looked through the binoculars for a long time, and after listening to the Tartars blowing the horn for a while, he opened his eyes and smiled, and said: "Then Amin is really a foolish fool, give me this shock, and immediately come to attack the city again, hehe, Ben Shuai Zheng can't wait for it... Sigh, I don't know how many heads will be given to me this time..."

"Commander, according to this style of play, the Tartars will never be able to get close at all, as many as they come, they will die! The more they come, the more they die, then Amin really has no brains. Immediately come to die... It's cheaper for us..."

"That's right, the Tartars don't have cannons, so they rely on their bows, arrows, knives, and guns to attack the city. Pooh..." A general spat at the Tartars who came to attack the city with disdain.

Zhang Heng also joined in the chat and said, "Commander, actually, the Tartars also have some cannons, but they are all useless things, and if they are used to attack the city, I am afraid that the Tartars themselves will not dare to use them..., hehe , our Frang machine cannons are far and accurate. If the Tartars want to use cannons to attack the city, it is a wrong calculation and a wrong dream..." Zhang Heng also sighed, this way of fighting , has been completely changed. Without cannons, you can't get close to the city wall, and you can't get close to the city wall. How can you talk about siege?But making cannons is not something that can be made casually, especially for the nomads in the north of Ming Dynasty, if they want them to build cannons, it is conceivable..., this link after link, it can already be seen that, The history of the Central Plains being harassed and plundered by the northern nomads may be gone forever. From then on, it will be another new world!Zhang Heng also suddenly understood these insights, but these thoughts are just buried in his heart, and he will not tell others because they are too weird.

"Senior Zhang is right. If we say that we still have some treasures that have not been used, then the tartars are so unbearable. Hehe, Staff Officer Zhang! I think those treasures of yours may not be useful today... "Mao Wenlong saw the sharpness of this new style of warfare with his own eyes, and he also felt a lot of emotion. At the beginning, he planned to use some secret weapons, but judging from the current situation, it seems that it is unnecessary.

"The next official is all at the command of the commander-in-chief. The commander-in-chief can use it whenever he wants..." Zhang Heng clasped his hands and replied.

Mao Wenlong smiled, looking very relaxed.

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The horns have sounded for a long time.

Houjin's siege began again, and the tide-like crowd, carrying the siege equipment, roared at the top of their lungs, and rushed towards Zhenjiang Fort.

It was still the same weird scene. On the city wall, there was no one to be seen at all, while below the city, there were screaming and exhausted Tartars rushing and roaring to attack the city.

Behind the walls, there are a line of soldiers sitting against the walls.The hoarse shouting outside seemed to have nothing to do with the people below the battlements.

"Ermao, the Tartars are attacking the city, are you afraid?" The little flag also leaned against the city wall to rest, listening to the roar outside, felt that there was nothing to do, and started chatting.

"Boss, I'm not afraid at all. Really, I feel very happy. Didn't you say that the tartar is scary? Why am I not afraid at all now? The tartar is not difficult to kill! I just lit a few grenades, Throwing a few grenades, and up to now, I haven’t had a face-to-face meeting with the Tartar, and now I have the head of the Tartar again... Boss, did you fight like this before?” Er Mao ignored the blood on his head and kept pressing He held the head tightly in his hands, as if he was afraid that the head would fly away, while holding the head, he was talking to his superior.

"Hey, in the past we fought with the Tartars, where was it so easy? Listen to the shouts of the Tartars outside, how lively? But what about us? Hey, sitting here and chatting.... When it comes to the old days, it was different. We are all going to fight to the death, and we all see blood. It is common for a small flag like us to fight a battle and lose a few brothers. This time we used a new way of fighting, and none of our brothers were lost. , were not injured, this was never possible in the past, hehe, thanks to these babies... Alas, it would be great if I had these guys earlier..." Xiaoqi happily patted the grenade on his body, and then sighed , an unbearable look.

The screaming outside was louder and louder, but the world inside the city wall was "quiet".

"That's right, baby, thank you, Your Majesty. It wasn't His Majesty who taught us this way of fighting. It wasn't His Majesty who gave us so many grenades. We dare to fight like this? Dare to spend such a capital? Thousands of grenades were thrown at one time." , This is all money, without His Majesty's money, who would be willing to do this?" An old soldier immediately took up the conversation and started chatting, as if the shouting outside was a thousand miles away from them.

"That's right, Lao Song is right. After fighting for so many years, it's the first time I've felt so relaxed. We don't need to worry about the outside. We'll just sit and chat under the walls of the city wall. When the higher-ups call out, we can click a grenade and throw it out. Just settle the matter, and then take the head, this battle was fought... tsk tsk, this is the first time I have encountered such a thing..." After hearing what the old soldier said, the little flag also opened up the conversation box, and talked about it, regardless of what was going on outside. What kind of thrilling, what kind of siege scene.

"Boss, I feel full of energy now, and I want to find a man to practice. I haven't even seen a man so far. It's a pity..." After Er Mao finished speaking, he held his head and looked back. Looking at the battlements, the battlements blocked his view, he had no idea what was going on outside, what was going on outside the city walls had nothing to do with him, he couldn't see it, and he didn't care, all he had to do was sit under the battlements, chat and wait.Waiting for the general flag, Baihu shouted, and once the order was shouted, he took down a few grenades, unscrewed the cover, ignited, and threw them out. Ermao thought that fighting was as simple as that.

Facing Ermao's remarks, Xiaoqi and the old soldier both smiled helplessly, and looked back at the walls of the city wall at the same time. In previous years, they fought wars, where they were so relaxed, and where there would be situations where they had nowhere to use their strength. The first time is not to sit down and rest after a battle, feeling weak, just like dying.

An old pawn was cleaning his knife. Seeing that his team was chatting happily, he also interjected: "It's really boring, the knife has been sharpened for so long, it's still useless..."

"If you have strength and no place to use it, come and help me use a fork..." a soldier wearing half armor in front complained.

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The battle situation is still the same as above.

There were still sparse gunshots, and a few scattered arrows shot out, which could be regarded as an attack from within the city.

The Tartars rushed under the city wall without resistance, still climbing the city with ladders and shooting arrows for cover.

However, there seemed to be no one guarding the city wall at all. Except for the occasional figure, the city was almost an "empty city".

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Amin led all the generals, and saw the tide of people approaching the city wall, and the ladders were put on the city wall. In his memory, the thrill of the city being about to be broken came up again.

A wrapped slave cried so much that his nose and tears were streaming down his face, he knelt on the ground, hugged A Min's feet, and begged unceasingly.

"Master, I really can't go! We can't go, we don't have cannons, so we can't get close! Master, it's too late to withdraw the troops now. If it is later, it will be too late. That Mao Wenlong deliberately hung his body on the city wall to provoke the master on purpose. Master, don't be fooled..."

There are still some people who came to Jinli's understanding, but obviously they couldn't dissuade A Min who was furious.

Amin's face was already covered with veins, and he was furious. If it weren't for the coated servant under his feet, he would have been of some use. According to his temperament, he would have been chopped off with a knife.Seeing the ladder climbed up the city wall, Amin felt the fluke, the thrill of breaking the city, come up again.However, even so, it still couldn't hide the slight trembling of the fingers.

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"Grenade, ten steps, three-stage strike, throw..." the general flag in charge of a section of the city wall shouted.

Ermao, a small bannerman, skillfully lit a grenade and threw it outside, without looking at what was going on outside, but decided how much strength he used according to the order of the general banner.

A burst of iron bumps flew out, like the first time, and hit the heads of Chengxia Tatars. However, the Tartars who had seen the thunder plowing scene for the first time finally understood what these iron bumps were, and they were never seen again. A person picked it up curiously, but turned around and ran away.

"Boom..., boom..." A thunderous explosion sounded immediately under the city wall.

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There was just a burst of thunder, and according to the usual drills, this kind of three-stage attack involves throwing grenades three times in a row, each time getting farther away.

However, this time, after throwing the first batch, the general flag yelled wildly: "Damn, the Tartars are running, hurry up, just intercept with forty steps, intercept with forty steps..." The general flag passed through the periscope, already Observing the situation outside, those Tartars started to run back when the first batch of grenades were thrown down, so, regardless of the order of the three-stage attack, they directly shouted forty steps.

Ermao's team was still throwing grenades in the three-stage strike method as they usually practiced, but amidst Lei Li's explosion, they suddenly heard the general flag yelling that the Tartars were about to run away, so they directly intercepted them with forty steps , puzzled for a moment, and added more force to the grenade that was about to be thrown.

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There was a burst of thunder, gunpowder smoke rose, and Zhenjiang Fort was once again covered by smoke.

The servant who had been hugging A Min's feet stopped crying, looked at Zhenjiang Fort in despair, looked at the gunpowder smoke, and murmured: "It's over, it's over, it's over..."

Looking at the people running out of the smoke, Amin's face was ashen, and he clenched his palms tightly, the slight trembling became violent.

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Mao Wenlong squatted under the walls of the city wall, and said contemptuously to his subordinates: "Tartars have learned how to run now, is this still a Tartar? Don't Tartars boast that they are invincible? Why are they shrinking their eggs now? "

One of the generals laughed and said, "Commander, with our style of attack, no matter how hard he is, he can't resist the Tartars. If the Tartars don't run away, what can they do? Doesn't the commander want the Tartars to be unable to attack forever? In this way, their 2 people, I am afraid that they will all be here at noon today..." The general of the department laughed relaxedly and happily, and there were still explosions and gunshots outside from time to time.

The generals and their entourages began to laugh at the shame of the Tartars fleeing. Today's battle completely overturned the process of fighting in the past. In the past, these generals and entourages would be sent to various dangerous places at any time. The location is used to make up for the gap, and it is filled with life, and it is life-saving. It is like today, and I will follow my master here to watch the scene, listen to the sound, and then talk about it and it will be over.

"It's changed! This world has changed..." Mao Wenlong listened to the teasing of his generals and entourage, looked at the Tartars who were running back in the distance, and muttered to himself as if he had realized something.

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Amin's face was ashen, and he didn't say anything to the soldiers who fled back. If it was in the past, it would definitely be a severe punishment, but today, Amin doesn't know how to punish them, because they are not brave enough ?Or are they afraid of death?Or are they not working hard?

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"The Tartars are retreating now?" Ermao threw a few grenades, but didn't hear the general flag shouting again, so he stopped and asked in bewilderment.Seeing that no one answered him, he was ready to stick his head out to see what happened.

However, he was immediately scolded by his own little flag: "Er Mao, you don't want to die..." Er Mao suddenly remembered something, and immediately retracted his head.

In some watchtowers, the sound of gunfire can still be heard, and arrows shot down from the watchtowers can still be seen. These gunshots and arrows are aimed at the Tartars who are still fifty paces away.

The battlefield, which was still shaking the sky just now, became strangely quiet again.

On the city wall, it was still the same as when the city was besieged before, no one could be seen, as if this was a dead city.

On the walls of this dead city, there are so many headless corpses hanging on the walls. The walls are covered with dirty blood. Even at noon in the midst of the sun, the city looks eerie. Under the city walls, there are corpses all over the place. , The river flowing with red blood makes this dead city look more "real", a dead city, a dead city, a purgatory city appear under the scorching sun of the world.

"All people are of one heart... Mount Tai can be shaken! Only loyalty and righteousness..."

"Rush to the bullfight... The Lord will kiss me..."

"Better than your parents... violate the military order..."

I don't know who led the singing. In "City of Purgatory", a heroic military song was sung, and in an instant, countless thick voices rose up, filling the entire world in an instant.

"Hahaha..." After a burst of heroic laughter.

"Don't you mean no clothes? I'm in the same robe as my son..."

"Don't you say no clothes? Same Ze with Zi..."

"Don't you say you have no clothes? You wear the same clothes as your son..."

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One after another high-pitched and thick military songs sounded, and the sound became louder and thicker, over the city walls, over the dead bodies, over the valleys, over the hills, and went straight to the sky.

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It was getting dark, and a flock of black birds hovered in the sky.

The loud noise of the war during the day has long since stopped, and the dead bodies under the action of the high temperature have already made these messengers of death salivate.

Amin sat alone in the handsome tent, and through the gate of the handsome tent, he could see Zhenjiang Fort in the distance. Zhenjiang Fort looks so quiet and weird.The headless dead corpses hanging on the city wall, under the cover of night, looked extraordinarily gloomy, and the scarlet lights occasionally swept across the dead corpses below the city, making the city even more terrifying. Under the light, a ferocious face was revealed from time to time, and a lifelike city of purgatory reappeared in the world.

Amin, who had been staring blankly at Zhenjiang Fort, suddenly fell backwards in horror, and shouted in horror and misery: "Ghost..., ghost!..."

(End of this chapter)