The cannonball is directly inserted from the top, and the tail of the cannonball hits the firing pin to directly fire, and the speed is called a fast one.

Today's skilled tiger squat gun veterans, if they don't consider the consumption of ammunition and the cooling of the barrel, it is easy to fire about 1 rounds in a minute.

Cannonballs whizzed out one after another, drawing a perfect arc in the air, and plunged headlong into the tide of Japanese pirates' attack.

Due to iron deficiency, the Japanese pirates who only wore leather armor or even civilian clothes were harvested in pieces like wheat.

But even with such casualties, the Japanese pirates still did not stop attacking, screaming heart-piercingly, stepping on the bodies of their companions who had been blasted to pieces, with tears of fear streaming from their eyes, pale faces and staggering forward.

The slogans on the board kept ringing, and everyone went crazy at this moment, rushing forward desperately, rushing to the Ming army in red uniforms.

"Onboard, onboard!"

Listening to the heart-piercing shouts on the opposite side, the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion looked at the enemy rushing towards them like a tide, and there was no change on their faces.

They are not rookies who have just entered the camp, each of them is a seasoned fighter.

Not to mention these little pirate Douding who can't even make up a few sets of iron armor, even if they are facing the cavalry charge of the prairie barbarians, as long as their superiors don't order them to retreat, they will always stick to their front line.

Back then, when they or their ancestors were not on their side, they were holding bayonets against the heavy rain and fighting with the army of the Timurid Empire, fighting to the death.

At that time, I was outnumbered and outnumbered, that was God not helping me.

Under all kinds of disadvantages, the belief in the hearts of the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion did not waver, and no one proposed to retreat or turn around and run away.

For the sake of Daming, for the emperor, for the great-grandson, for the sake of the thousands of people and future generations of the Ming Dynasty, everyone is willing to fight to the death without retreating.

Today their weapons are updated, their combat power is stronger today, and the enemies they face today are as weak as ants. The right time and place are all on my side, and there is no such thing as retreating or fearing.

"Once!"

The sound of the treasured sword being unsheathed sounded. Hu Yu looked at the enemy who had approached more than 200 meters, raised the sword and pointed at the Japanese pirate army in the distance, and shouted orders to the machine gunner next to him.

"Shenwei heavy machine gun, fire!"

Chapter 300: Three months to perish Xiaowogua, no, one month is enough!

"Da da da... da da da..."

Before Hu Yu roared, the machine gun shooter, who had been gearing up for a long time, pressed the trigger hard.

Bullets flew out of the gun chamber one by one, and the tapered bullets rotated at high speed, rushing forward rapidly. The unburned flames in the bullets turned into two fiery long whips, which were whipped left and right under the slight swing of the machine gunner.

What is killing, this is killing.

The bullets are like the chains in Wuchang's hands, and the little pumpkins hit by the bullets will die when they touch each other.

Zhu Zhangui, who was watching this scene from the command position, closed his eyes slightly.

He vaguely remembered that in a movie, there were countless Yanhuang men who were slaughtered in this way by the Yangtze River in Jinling City.

Presumably the Yanhuang men at that time were more hopeless and helpless than this group of pumpkins on the opposite side.

"The world is divided into yin and yang, and all things have reincarnation. Your descendants treat my ancestors like this, and I, the descendants of those ancestors, treat your ancestors of the little pumpkin like an eye for an eye."

"The whole battalion is on fire!"

With two heavy machine guns firing wildly, the commander of the second battalion led by Zhu Zhangui pulled out the treasured sword at his waist, slammed it forward, and ordered the whole army to open fire.

The soldiers of the Shenji Battalion, who had long been divided into three queues and stood by, aimed at Xiao Wogua who was being crazily slaughtered by machine gun fire in the distance, and pulled the trigger without any emotion in their eyes.

"Bang bang bang..."

Intensive gunshots resounded all over the field, and the little pumpkins who were crazily masturbated by two heavy machine guns and artillery ushered in the most violent cold storm in Ming Dynasty.

No one is not afraid of death, and no one wants to die.

At the beginning, the little Woguas who were aroused by the blood or the threat of the chief, after being slaughtered by machine guns and cannons, were completely demoralized by the riflemen who joined last.

"Ya Ma stayed, no more fights, no more fights, adults of the Ming Dynasty, we will stop fighting, we surrender, we surrender!"

The little melons who were slaughtered in the front and about to be slaughtered behind saw the imminent threat of death from the hail of bullets. Regardless of the roar and shouts of the chief, they knelt on the ground and raised their hands in despair, or lay down on the corpse In the pile of blood and water, frantically kowtowed and begged for mercy.

It's a pity that no one took care of them.

The order received by the Shenji Battalion was to keep no prisoners. As the most elite troops of the Ming Dynasty, the loyal bodyguard of His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun naturally had to strictly obey the orders of the commander.

Not to mention that these little pumpkins knelt on the ground and kowtowed to surrender, even if they called their fathers and ancestors, it was useless.

Zhu Zhangui squinted his eyes, looked at the crowds kneeling down and begging, and those little pumpkins who were hopelessly howling in despair, without any disturbance in his heart.

Those people must have begged for mercy back then, but did they let those little pumpkins go?

Ai Gong once said that if China wants to rise, the first thing to do is to destroy the little pumpkin.

This is the deep blood feud between the two clans, and they also don't want to keep a white-eyed wolf by their side.

Zhu Zhangui is an extremely angry youth and is often called a brainless racist.

When Zhu Zhangui was on the street, he met a girl in a kimono wandering on the street. Zhu Zhangui didn't try to persuade her like ordinary people, but went straight up and slapped her and kicked her twice.

The latter incident was posted on the Internet, and Zhu Zhangui was violently attacked by the Internet.

Countless little fairies scolded Zhu Zhangui as ugly as it was, even though the uncles later explained for Zhu Zhangui that it was because his ancestors were killed by Japanese pirates, but there was still no relief.

In the words of those little fairies, what era is it now, what is important is the freedom of dressing, what you want to wear is a personal idea, and others have no right to interfere, let alone beat people.

Later, a reporter went to interview Zhu Zhangui and asked this question, Zhu Zhangui said directly, it is free to wear clothes, and I am free to beat people.

Although he squatted inside for a few days because of this, Zhu Zhangui didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.

In the past, countless Han girls desperately wanted to take off these clothes. Now some people put on the shameful clothes under the slogan of freedom to dress. Would they keep them for the New Year instead of beating them?

Even when Zhu Zhangui was released later, the girl brought the reporter and asked Zhu Zhangui to apologize and make compensation.

Zhu Zhangui was not even a bird about this, and finally said directly, it is a harmonious society that saved you, if the law allows killing people, you can't even leave a whole body.

Coupled with the previous fight with his roommate and the impact of this incident, Zhu Zhangui was directly expelled from the school.

The reason given was to affect the unity of the school and create a bad atmosphere in the society.

Thinking of all kinds of past lives, thinking of the bloody photos on the film and television and those materials, the chill in Zhu Zhangui's eyes became colder and colder.

What's the matter with killing the little pumpkin? Those who are not convinced, if they have the ability, they can travel to Daming and kill him.

"Cavalry Corps Attack!"

Seeing that Xiaowogua's front line was about to collapse, and there were already escapees behind Waguachao, Zhu Zhangui raised his hand to let the [-] battalion troops who caught up with them at noon to carry out the iron barrel encirclement and suppression.

In this expedition to North Korea, Zhu Zhangui brought all the strength of the navy, and [-] to [-] troops were directly pulled over by the navy at once.

The cavalry of the [-] Battalion occupy the most ships. After all, they not only have people, but also horses and various equipment.

"Everything is all..."

A bronze horn sounded, and Qian Yu, the commander of the 2nd Battalion of the [-] Battalion, who was riding on the Arabian donkey, raised his hand and raised the Qinglong Yuanyue knife in his hand, pointing forward slightly.

"It's time for brothers to make contributions, let me take the head!"

"Ahohohohohoho..."

The three thousand battalion of cavalry hidden behind the Shenji Battalion roared habitually. Under the command of their battalion commander and deputy battalion commander, they bypassed the troops of the Shenji Battalion in front from left to right, and surrounded them like a melon army.

Morale collapsed, collapsed!

The Japanese Legion didn't even touch the Shenji Battalion, and it collapsed across the board.

The battle ended when the last ray of sunlight disappeared at dusk. This battle of 10,000+ people can be said to be the fastest battle in history.

A flare was fired into the sky by the artillery, and the pale light illuminated a mountain of corpses in front of the Shenji Battalion.

"All bayonets!"

"Shh!"

Following the officer's roar, the soldiers of Shenji Battalion drew out their bayonets and put them on the muzzles of their guns.

"kill!"

The officer swung the command knife forward, and the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion walked shoulder to shoulder with their comrades, carrying rifles with bayonets attached, and strode towards the bloody slaughterhouse.

Under the illumination of the flares, the bayonets were shining brightly, piercing the corpses one after another.

Regardless of whether he was dead or not, all the soldiers stabbed him without hesitation as they usually trained.

On the city wall of Seoul, the king of Joseon and his soldiers stared blankly at the battlefield in front of them.

In front of them, the Japanese army, which they almost destroyed the country, was easily dealt with by the Great Ming Army.

The King of Joseon stared blankly at the soldiers of the Daming Army who were cleaning the battlefield, and his heart trembled wildly.

Is this the Great Ming Army? This is the Great Ming Army, which is invincible all over the world. It really deserves its reputation.

It is so easy to fight against the mighty Wa country. If they want to attack their Bangzi country, they will not be able to last for a few days.

"My lord, if I were you, I would not be here in a daze at this time, but open the city gate, lead all the courtiers, and go out to meet His Royal Highness Taisun!"

Qi Yuan, who was also shocked by the fighting power of the Shenji Battalion, saw that the battlefield below had begun to be cleaned, and his eyes inadvertently turned to the king of Joseon, who was at the side with his mouth open and his eyes round and staring in a daze.

Thinking that the other party had served him well during this time, he reminded him friendly.

The Joseon King was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Qi Yuan, his body trembled violently, and then he came back to his senses, and apologized gratefully.

Then he turned around and summoned all the officials who were also stunned, and asked them to open the city gate and go out to meet the Great Tomorrow Army.

At the same time, he also ordered a minister of the inner guard to select some of the most beautiful beauties with sticks, and wait for a while to use them when welcoming the banquet.

As for how to use it, without the King of Joseon's explanation, the Minister of Internal Guard turned and left without knowing it.

"Squeak!"

The city gate of Seoul, which had been closed since November last year, was slowly opened.

The first to come out was a group of stick soldiers. They quickly cleaned up the mess at the gate of the city, threw the bodies of the Japanese or their dead soldiers aside, washed the ground quickly with water, and spread a festive red carpet.

"Your Highness, the King of Joseon is here with his officials!"

Zhu Zhangui, who was sitting on a chair enjoying the atmosphere of the battlefield, was reminded by Hu Yu, and took a look at the King of Joseon who rushed over with a lot of people.

"Minister Li Fangyuan pays homage to His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, Longevity and Jinan!"

When Li Fangyuan, the king of Joseon, saw Zhu Zhangui wearing a brocade suit, he threw himself on the ground and knelt down regardless of the mess on the ground.

According to the Ming system, the king of Joseon was only considered as a county king in Daming, not even a prince.

Coupled with the fact that he is the king of a foreign country, his status will naturally be lowered by another level.

Taking a look at the old man in front of him, Zhu Zhangui nodded slightly.

"Get up!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Grandson!"

A group of people got up tremblingly.

With a flattering smile on his old face, Li Fangyuan took a slight step forward and started flattering.

Words like Ming Ming's army is invincible, His Royal Highness Taisun is resourceful, young and promising, and extremely heroic, are so disgusting, and the words are so disgusting.

Fortunately, this is not the first time Zhu Zhangui has heard flattery, and he is already immune to these words.

Chatted with him casually, and after some encouragement, let him go back to prepare Laojun's meals.

"Your Highness, the results of the battle have been calculated."

Not long after the Joseon King Li Fangyuan left, Jiang Huai, who had just rushed over with his soldiers, walked over with a notebook in his arms.

"speak!"

Zhu Zhangui, who was considering the next step, raised his hand casually.

Jiang Huai saluted with his hands up, opened the notebook in his hand and read: "In this battle, our army killed 32 people, injured 136 people, and beheaded more than 8 enemies. Except for 5000 prisoners, the rest have fled in all directions. Someone has been sent after him."

"There are also the emperor of Japan and others who were told by the lackeys. We didn't catch them, and they didn't find them in the corpses. They probably ran away when they lost the battle."

"There are still prisoners?"

Zhu Zhangui glanced at Jianghuai.

"It's the wounded soldiers who attacked Seoul during this period, and some Japanese logistics personnel..."

Jiang Huai quickly explained.

"There are still prisoners?"

Zhu Zhangui asked a second time.

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