"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm rich, a good man, I'll give you as much as you want from me! ”

Shen Junmen was looking for General Liu of the Humen Battalion, who was now kneeling on a piece of beach and begging bitterly.

In front of him, four men with sharp blades in their hands were looking at him coldly, and there were three corpses lying on the ground.

Seeing that several men were looking at him with penetrating eyes, General Liu turned his head and cried to a short young man beside him.

"Ah Sheng, I'm your uncle, I've treated you as my own son since I was a child, you beg these heroes, as long as you're willing to let me live, everything is easy to say!"

The young man who was called Ah Sheng by General Liu laughed silently, "Of course you treat me as a son, because the fields and shops left to me by my father have been taken away by you, if you don't treat me as a son, how can you block the mouths of outsiders?"

There is also this position of general, which is also from our long house, not yours, second uncle! ”

Listening to this second uncle who gritted his teeth, General Liu seemed to have been stung by a wasp.

"The second uncle of the field and the shop will be returned to you, and the second uncle of the general will also be returned to you, Ah Sheng and I are your elders, and it is a big unfilial piety to murder the elders!"

Ah Sheng looked at General Liu, who was shaking in a ball, and laughed heartily a few times, "This general, you should keep it for yourself second uncle, this official of the Manchu Dynasty, I Liu Asheng is not appropriate, if you want to be the official of King Ming!" ”

"King Ming?" General Liu looked at Ah Sheng in horror, "You.... Are you rebellious? This is a great sin to wipe out the three tribes! ”

"Or else? The second uncle doesn't really think that his nephew is a fool, right? All the hard work to coax you out of the barracks is for your own personal vendetta?

The second uncle underestimated me, I, Liu Asheng, want to follow the king of Ming to recover the rivers and mountains and be a dragon hero! ”

The more he looked at General Liu's frightened expression, the more happy Liu Asheng became, as if he wanted to vent his grievances for many years.

"Captain Wu, this is the general of the Humen battalion, the Humen fortress is easy to defend and difficult to attack, there are four forts on the left and right to guard, the sea side is a gravel slope, there are many traps in the slope, and there are rolling wood fire mines on it, etc., forcibly attacking the dead and wounded, so if you want to take this Humen fortress for King Ming, you have to rely on my second uncle!"

Liu Asheng, who had a cheerful expression on his face, looked at a heroic-looking young man with a little flattery and said.

The young man with a heroic appearance is called Wu Wenyang, and his father is Wu Wenxin, the prefect of Yongxiang Prefecture in Jiaozhi Thanh Hoa, the unlucky prefect who almost died unjustly.

At the beginning, Wu Wenyang knelt down in public on the city wall of Huanjian Lake County and begged Ye Kai to save his family, and he successfully passed the assessment of the Young Guards.

However, in the end, he failed to stay in the Young Guards, but was selected by Ye Kai to enter the more mysterious and stricter Jinyi Guards.

The elite troops who were able to enter this elite army, which was only one or two hundred people and had only one or two hundred people, were all very outstanding talents in all aspects.

They may not be good at fighting in battle formations, but they must be the most powerful in fighting alone, or have expertise in some aspects, after two years of rigorous training, Wu Wenyang finally knew what King Ming was training them for.

Infiltrating, assassinating, poisoning, spying on intelligence, spreading rumors, harassing people's minds, and even engaging in small-scale special battles, they have to do all the bad things they can do behind enemy lines!

The most powerful of them is said to be Liu Chongli, the Marquis of Jialu who is missing a tail finger on his left hand, and he broke into the palace of Brunei with 50 men to kill the Sultan of Brunei and the Sultan's son, but it was written into the internal textbook.

And Wu Wenyang, who has accurate marksmanship, good martial arts, and strong psychological endurance, has also become one of the best, and his goal is to become a nobleman like Liu Chongli and become an existence that everyone looks up to.

"What do you want to do? What are you going to do? General Liu, who sensed that something was wrong, panicked, and he propped his hands on the beach and kept retreating!

Wu Wenyang tilted his head, and a Jinyi guard who was responsible for plotting against Liu Asheng walked over, picked up General Liu's hand and didn't know how to press it, and the thin General Liu suddenly screamed like a pig.

Liu Asheng turned his head to look, and the screaming Vice General Liu was sweating profusely in pain, kicking his feet frantically and digging a big hole in the beach, but this didn't seem to be able to suppress the pain he suffered.

"No one can say a word to our Jinyiwei, and no one can refuse Jinyiwei's proposal, General, you are not a tough guy at all, don't struggle, it's better to cooperate well, maybe there is still a way to live!"

Wu Wenyang said lightly, and in his gloomy words, he revealed incomparable confidence.

"Jin Yiwei?" General Liu screamed, and all kinds of terrifying legends about the former Ming Jinyi Guard poured into General Liu's mind, his eyes rolled and he fainted.

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"Boom!" A single shot of the battery hit the left side of the Great Horn Battery, and the huge cannonball shook the entire hill where the battery was located.

A soldier who was lighting a shotgun with a firewire screamed and rolled on the ground with his face covered, his face covered by the splattered rubble.

A soldier next to him was holding a lit fire thunder in his hand and was just about to throw it out, bang! A lead bullet directly swept the blood and water of his hand holding the fire thunder, and the fire and thunder that fell to the ground exploded instantly, and only a moan was immediately left in this small turret.

Dressed in steel armor and wearing vermilion lacquered UFO helmets, the Renaissance Army climbed a steep slope of more than 30 degrees and attacked the Big Horn Fort with difficulty.

The current Revival Army has a total of two sets of equipment, and it fights against the army with the majority of cold weapons, such as the old style of the Manchu Qing and Nanyang natives, which generally wear vermilion lacquered UFO helmets and armor.

If you are fighting against a European army with basic all-firearms, you will wear a black painted UFO hat and a simple Western-style military uniform, and basically no armor.

Because the current firing pistol technology is still very immature, flint is still the only reliable way to fire, which leads to a soldier having to carry a lot of gadgets, lead bullets, gunpowder, flint, etc., if you still have to wear armor, it will be too inconvenient!

When fighting an army with a mix of hot and cold weapons, you must wear a little armor to improve protection, but if you are fighting against a European army, it doesn't matter if you wear armor or not.

"Bang! Bang! "Before the soldiers who had just captured a small artillery position had time to repair, a dozen Qing soldiers suddenly appeared higher up, holding shotguns, condescendingly shooting, and throwing down a few fire mines, and suddenly two or three people fell in the attacking team.

"Bring the little prince over! Hurry up! Hurry up! A Baath Army captain shouted.

Behind him, a few soldiers who had taken an artillery crash course hurriedly hugged a short, thick, ugly and black thing.

The so-called little prince is not a person, but an infantry mortar cannon designed by the Machine Gun Department of the Army Academy of Fuxing University by Ye Kai and designed by the Machine Gun Department of the Army College of Fuxing University.

Or now it can actually be called a mortar, this kind of small cannon can only hold a maximum of five taels of propellant, and fire a small picric acid explosive bomb, which is actually about the same power as the picric acid bomb used by grenadiers.

But his range and projectile angle are much better than picric acid bombs, and they are very suitable for fighting in mountains, cities, watersheds or small groups of troops, especially when encountering an army like the Manchu Qing Dynasty, which is not very strong, the effect is very good!

In the Ming-Siamese War of 1791, the Siamese army, which had a better proportion of firearms than the Qing army, suffered a big loss from this thing!

On the Jiulong River Plain, where the land is sparsely populated, the water network is dense, and the transportation of cannons is difficult, this small cannon has repeatedly scattered the Siamese army and their war elephants.

So the soldiers of the Fuxing Army gave it the nickname of Little Wangye, which means that King Ming is the old prince of food and clothing, and this small cannon is the little prince who defeats the enemy.

On the top of the slope, a soldier of the Fuxing Army, who was always fighting with a dozen Qing soldiers in full swing, and they were condescendingly fighting, could not raise their heads a little, especially throwing fire and thunder from a high place, and the effect was very good.

At the foot of the hill, in just a minute and a half, the captain of the Baissance Army felt as if centuries had passed!

Finally, the little prince has assembled it!

Rumble! Rumble! The Qing soldiers at the top of the slope screamed and were blown into pieces of meat.

"Rush!" The captain drew his saber and rushed forward with a flintlock handcuff, a small platform on which seven or eight old guns were placed, and some Qing artillery was hurriedly loading.

The boss didn't even die, he looked at the captain with blood on his face and angrily, and rushed over with a howl!

As soon as the captain's right hand was raised, a blow struck him in the chest, and the captain glanced at his chest, but still rushed forward a few steps before falling limply to the ground.

The surrounding Qing artillery drew their waist knives, picked up the spears on the ground and rushed over, and the soldiers behind the captain hurriedly lined up their guns, and the Qing gunners were killed four or five in an instant, and the rest ran away with a howl.

The captain didn't chase after him, but looked at the flag soldier beside him with a happy face, and his tone was full of excitement like a male dog in heat.

"Hurry up and play the flag, let the 5.5-pound mortar cannon be transported up, here is just the right place to bombard the main artillery position of the Big Horn Battery, the first shift goes to the right to guard the trail, the second squad is responsible for guarding, Lao Tzu is going to make the first contribution!"