"Forward!"

A group of Ming troops armed with firearms under the leadership of a small banner marched neatly to the city again, even if the fortress wall in front of them had been blown down, and most of the Jurchen defenders on it were buried in the ruins, the Ming army still did not take it lightly. They move in order, with a slow pace and a constant pace forward, always on high alert.

The violent explosion blew down a section of the fort wall about four zhang long in Yongdian East Fort, and about 100 Jurchen soldiers and Han Aha were brought into the ground by the falling fort wall, and then a large number of bricks and stones were buried. The lucky ones struggle to climb out, and the unlucky ones just can't get out again.

Dardai was also buried in the rubble, and the explosion occurred right under his feet. When the fortress wall fell, his whole body fell downward, and the feeling of weightlessness he had never experienced in his life, even if it didn't even have time to blink an eye.

"Uh..."

Dardai snorted as his body hit a protruding boulder as he landed. You can't open your eyes at all, because the air is filled with choking dust. He coughed violently, the more he coughed, the more uncomfortable it became, each cough inhaling more dust and making his back hurt even more.

It was as if he had been placed in a steamer, the temperature was getting higher and higher, and Dar Dai was close to collapse. Tears flowed from his eyes, he missed his Amma, he missed his Eniang, but he couldn't call out loud, he couldn't cry out loud, he could only curl up and bury his head in the pile of bricks, breathing desperately, breathing...

After a long time, the air seemed to be freshened, and every breath no longer made his lungs sad, no longer made him cough violently.

He struggled, supporting himself with his hands to crawl out of the masonry. He looked up at the starry sky, where the air was what he longed for.

He stopped moving, and his eyes became terrified.

He wanted to shout "no", but the crumbling iron pot above his head fell under the loosening of the masonry and fell impartially on Dardai's face.

"Hmm... uh..."

Dardai couldn't see anything, his head was locked in the pot, and the hot gold juice poured into his head from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.

There's nothing more terrible than this terrible way to die.

Before dying, Dardai seemed to use his last strength to shake off the iron pot from his head, but it was all in vain.

His mouth could no longer move, his head felt like it was cooked, and finally, his throat swallowed, and then, his body stopped moving.

In those tens of thousands of breaths before darkness fell completely, Dardai felt someone step on the iron pot on his head.

………

"Bang!"

The sound from under his feet startled Wei Xuewen, and he looked at it and saw that it was an iron pot with a buckle on his back. This iron pot is obviously used by the Jianzhou people to boil gold juice, because the bricks around the iron pot are full of smelly feces.

Wei Xuewen wrinkled his head in disgust, and his eyes were attracted by a dark figure in front of him. He hurriedly raised the long knife in his hand, and after stepping on the iron pot with his right foot to confirm that he could pass people, he immediately stepped over the iron pot with an arrow step, and waved the long knife in his hand to cut the Jurchen soldier who had just gotten up to the ground.

With a "poof" sound, accompanied by the sound of a long knife entering the flesh, the Jurchen soldier's left waist armor was cut open, and then the sharp blade cut into his waist.

After pulling the knife from the waist of the Jurchen soldier, Wei Xuewen kicked the opponent to the ground, and then walked to the Jurchen on the right who was half buried in the masonry.

"Kill!"

Throughout the gap, more than 200 infantry of the Ming Imperial Army continued to slash their guns at the Jurchen soldiers who had not yet reacted from the explosion.

Dozens of Jurchen soldiers were stabbed on the spot, and many of the female real soldiers clung to the dagger-like weapons that the Ming army stabbed into their chests.

Some of the imperial officers and soldiers were assassinated with so much force that the "bayonet" at the front end was either broken or fell off the shaft. As a result, officers and men had to use guns to end the lives of the enemy, and many officers and men would scold the people of the General Bureau of Manufacturing while dealing with the enemy.

They thought that the biggest reason why the bayonet was so useless was that the people of the General Manufacturing Bureau had swallowed up the silver allocated by Father-in-law Wei, otherwise the quality would not be so poor.

But they have completely wronged the people of the General Directorate of Manufacturing, and they have done their best.

Father-in-law Wei also noticed this scene and was a little disappointed with the cottage bayonet. To be precise, the kind of thing he asked the General Manufacturing Bureau to assemble for the officers and soldiers could not be called bayonets, because neither the style nor the craftsmanship could meet the standard of "three-edged bayonets."

This is mainly limited by manufacturing technology, the relevant drawings Wei Gonggong has been drawn to the General Administration of Manufacturing, if the time is enough, it is not difficult to standardize production within one or two years. But who made Gonggong Wei anxious, so the General Manufacturing Bureau made such a copycat version of the bayonet on the basis of the original "iron spear".

The bayonet originated in China, and it was during the Yongle period of this dynasty. The earliest bayonets were used for assassination with spearheads mounted on firearms, but with the test of actual combat, it was found that this kind of iron spear was not very easy to use, so it was gradually eliminated. The real bayonet should have been invented now, but it was made by the distant European Romans, and the father-in-law didn't know if it was mass-produced, anyway, he had asked Guo Jujing to write to his "colleagues" to look for the physical object of the "bayonet" in France, and if it could be found, it would be produced by the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau, and it would be twice the result with half the effort.

Now, how to say it?

If you can make do with it, let's make do with it first.

Although it will fall and break, it has generally played a role in six successes.

Gonggong Wei was still very satisfied, and he was very appreciative of the small banner that was under the command to clear the gap. In terms of appearance, that Xiaoqi is very handsome and extraordinary, and he has the style of his father-in-law Wei.

"This person is good, Jin Zongqi after the war." Father-in-law Wei is such a straightforward person, who he likes can be promoted on the spot.

There are two staff officers from the staff departments next to them who are recording the battle situation, one observing, one recording, and the relevant records made must be summarized to the general staff. One of them is a child recruited by Suzhou, and the other is the former secretary of Wusong Koushui Camp, surnamed Zhao.

After listening to his father-in-law's words, Counselor Zhao hurriedly said: "Father-in-law, Wei Xiaoqi is your nephew. ”

The father-in-law was stunned when he heard it: "What? Our nephew? ”

"Yes, my father-in-law doesn't know, if you count it by generation, your father-in-law is Wei Xiaoqi's cousin and uncle." Counselor Zhao said with a smile, he had a good relationship with Wei Xuewen in private.

"Oh?"

Only then did my father-in-law remember that he was afraid that this was the case, according to the "good friendship", he was really the uncle of that little banner.

"Okay, okay, my old Wei family is really full of talents, full of talents..."

Father-in-law Wei is sincerely happy, the younger generation of the family has become a tool, which is the most gratifying thing for him to be an elder.