I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 105
Mao Wenlong roared 'ready to fight', and Fan Wencheng was shocked, and quickly turned his horse's head and ran back.

This reckless man, how can he fight?

However, after he ran two or three miles away, he didn't see any action from the Dongjiang Zhenming Army when he looked back, so he couldn't help feeling puzzled.

But he didn't know that when Mao Wenlong stood at the top of the city and looked far away, he noticed that there were abnormalities in the south and east sea areas.

Two strange big ships, with billowing smoke, were rampaging there.

The Jiannu warships were destroyed one by one, turning into balls of raging flames, and in the end, one after another, they extinguished on the surface of the sea, as if the lamps were exhausted.

Rescue came.

Those two giant ships should be the legendary 'iron-clad battleships', right?

Mao Wenlong quickly walked down the city wall, got on his horse, and immediately began to order: "Kong Youde obeys the order, and ordered you to lead your troops to set out from the east gate, go around to the line of Tieshan to seize the favorable terrain, and cut off the retreat of Jiannu!"

"Pass down my general's order to order Geng Zhongming and Shang Kexi to lead their troops out of the city from the south gate, and go around to Jiannu's left flank. Taking advantage of the terrain, they will block the attack step by step, preventing the Jiannu cavalry from leaving the battlefield quickly!"

"Others, follow me to attack from the north gate, and hit those pigtail heads head-on!"

Kong Youde regained his spirits immediately, regardless of the arrow wound on his body, he took the order happily and left.

This battle was too useless.

There are obviously more than 8 elite soldiers, but because they have been cut off food and grass, such good soldiers are hungry and can't stand still, and they are crushed to death by Jiannu [-] cavalry...

……

On the iron-clad battleship of the Ming Dynasty, Cao Wenzhao observed the defense of Jiannu on the coastline through the long-sighted mirror, with a strange smile on his face.

"These guys, why don't they look like Jian slaves?"

"Of course it's not Jiannu." While commanding the naval battle, Captain Chen Yin took a few glances at the coast and said with a smile, "It's the useless soldiers under King Koryo, pretending to be Jiannu."

"King of Goryeo? Isn't Goryeo an ally of our vassal state? Why did it collude with Jiannu to attack Phi Island?" Cao Wenzhao asked with a frown.

"Don't talk about King Goryeo's soldiers. Did Hou Ye find out? There are a lot of Japanese among these slave soldiers." Chen Yin said with a smile.

"The Japanese have never given up on me, Daming, and it is reasonable for them to collude with Jiannu." Cao Wenzhao nodded, and said coldly, "Our Daming is really a piece of fat.

Those so-called vassal states and allies want to pounce on them from time to time and take a bite. "

"People who are not of my race must have a different heart." Chen Yin said casually.

Cao Wenzhao nodded silently.

"Let's just have two warships..." Cao Wenzhao hesitated to speak.

He was still a little worried about Daming's iron-clad warships. After all, the other party had four or five hundred warships in this sea area.

There are more than a dozen cannons on each ship. Wouldn't it be troublesome if the armored warships were hit by a few shots?
"Don't worry, Lord Hou, their artillery can't hit so far," Captain Chen Yin said with a smile: "Even if a shell hits occasionally, it's just a tickle for our ship."

Seeing that Cao Wenzhao was not very clear, Chen Yin added: "Long Live God proposed that the first step of the so-called iron-clad battleship is to make its armor able to bear its own shells, so that it can be called qualified."

Cao Wenzhao gasped and stopped talking.

He is not good at naval battles, and is still in the stage of learning and observing.

"Send a letter to Captain Du Pingping, asking him to block the sea route, don't leave a way for Jiannu and Goryeo's warships, and try to annihilate their navy in one fell swoop!"

……

The naval battle continued, and in the big tent of the Jiannu Central Army, Azigbeile's face was ashen, and with a whip, he knocked a soldier to the ground.

Afterwards, it was a whip to the head and face.

While whipping, he said in a hateful voice: "Let you be smart, let you put on airs, and kill you dog slave!"

The whip whimpered as he swung it, and within a few breaths, the soldier's head and face were covered in blood, but he didn't dare to make a sound, so he had to wrap his hands around his head, rolling on the ground in convulsions.

Fan Wencheng, who was standing aside, looked embarrassed, and had no choice but to step forward to dissuade him: "Master Baylor, it's Xiaosheng's fault, I hope Lord Baylor will not blame others."

"If you want to smoke, you can smoke me."

Azigbeile kicked the soldier away, staring at Fan Wencheng in Confucian shirt with his blood-red eyes staring straight at him, with a look of disgust on his face, he roared angrily, "Get out, get out!" Stay away, don't dangle in front of me!
Han pig, trash! "

Fan Wencheng hesitated to speak, but finally did not speak.

Sighing, he turned and walked out of the Chinese military tent.

Although he voluntarily surrendered to Dajin, advised him, and devoted himself to it, at least half of the banner owners, princes, and Baylor among the slave nobles looked down on him as a 'second minister'.

Especially this Azigbeile, who looks quite noble, but is extremely tyrannical, slaughtering cities and villages at every turn, and harboring resentment towards anyone other than Jiannu.

"The Daming Navy only has two warships, what a shame! '

Fan Wencheng rode his horse and trotted all the way to the west coast.

He had to personally command the Jiannu Navy to sink the two warships of the Ming Dynasty in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Seeing that his strategy is about to take effect, not only can he successfully break through Dongjiang Town of Pidao, and pull out the fangs for Jiannu, but by the way, he can also destroy Goryeo, making this strategically important place the site of Jiannu in one fell swoop...

Thinking in this way, Fan Wencheng patted his horse on a high ground, only glanced at the sea, and was stupefied.

What's going on here?

Daming only had two huge warships, one was patrolling from a distance, as if nothing had happened, it sank the slave warships trying to escape;
The other one, like an iron-clad monster, rampaged among hundreds of warships and killed them.

And the combined fleet of hundreds of Jiannu and Goryeo had no power to resist such a huge ship that had no masts, sails, etc., and could only spit out billowing smoke.

On the battlefield of building slaves, there were also some passionate men who, seeing the huge Ming ship sailing across the river, simply commanded the ship to rush forward in an attempt to die with it.

It's a pity that the wooden warship that was twenty or thirty feet long collided with the iron-clad warship, and didn't even make a decent dent.

Instead, it was itself, because of the violent impact, the deck and keel of the bow were instantly shattered, turning into a pile of waste wood...

Fan Wencheng gasped and rubbed his eyes, still not convinced.

However, this is the case.

In the face of absolute power, the wooden warships of Jiannu and Goryeo were simply vulnerable.

"It's over, Master Dajin, it's over!"

Fan Wencheng suddenly turned his head and found that there was a group of men and horses at the west gate of Dongjiang Town. Under the cover of dozens of red cannons at the top of the city, they began to attack the flanks of Jiannu cavalry.

Those Han soldiers with pale faces were silent one by one, their eyes seemed to be able to spew fire, holding shields, spears and swords, they dealt with the cavalry steadily.

The two sides quickly stuck together.

The cavalry lost its greatest advantage.

"There are also three thousand elites of Lord Azigbeile, as a reserve team, they have not launched a charge yet."

"This battle should be saved!"

Fan Wencheng rode his horse and galloped, ignoring his face, and went straight to Azigbeile's camp of the Chinese army.

As long as Mao Wenlong can be completely defeated, Daming has two giant battleships, so what can I do!
Suddenly, a sharp whistling sounded, and a hurricane swept past.

On Daming's iron-clad warship, eighteen cannons fired at the same time.

Eighteen pointed hollow howitzers, like eighteen demons from hell, whizzed and spun at high speed, passing Fan Wencheng's head.

Target: Azigbeile's Chinese army camp!
(End of this chapter)