For the people in Anping Ji, when the Mataran people appeared in their sight, everyone felt the pressure, and the previous ambition disappeared in an instant.

Looking at the black and oppressive ground in front of them, everyone's faces became a little pale, and even the fire guns held in their hands by some people couldn't help but tremble slightly.

There are tens of thousands of people in the black pressure outside the group, and most of those Mataran people are only wearing shorts and shirtless, although they only have a short knife more than two feet long in their hands, but they are still extremely arrogant.

"Brothers, just put your guns in a moment as you did in training!"

Just as Li Chengkun's words fell, the Ma Da Lan people over there pulled out dozens of people from their team, including men, women, old and young.

"What are they going to do?!"

Sun Dacheng, who was loading the spare fire gun with a gun, was stunned when he saw this scene, and wondered.

Others were puzzled.

"Don't know?"

Li Chengkun was also confused by Ma Dalanren's actions, he frowned and thought in a low voice.

"What are they trying to do? It's hard to ......"

He was just halfway through his sentence when he suddenly paused, and his eyes instantly widened.

All saw that the dark-skinned Mataram men had raised the Mocha Sword, a steel knife with a large tail and a thin curved handle, which was not as sharp as the Malaykris sword and looked extremely crude, but it was the best weapon for decapitation, and although Mataram seemed to be a country, there were still many barbaric customs of primitive societies in many regions, such as "headhunting", in which they killed the heads of other tribes or strangers at will as a show of force or superstition as a sacrifice for showing off their strength or superstition. At this time, after they raised their Moka knives, they did not hesitate to directly cut the people in front of them into two pieces!

"Ah——!h

Sun Dacheng, who was standing behind the wall, could see it clearly, and at that moment, he only felt that his hairs suddenly exploded, and the cold air came out of his back and penetrated into his heart.

The moment the hairs stood up, a burst of flames instantly burned the chill in his heart, and the flame suddenly rushed out of his heart, only his head.

At this moment, a nameless anger filled his heart!

But the Matarans did not stop, they raised their Dutch spears, and carried the severed heads, and held them like that, shaking them from time to time. In the midst of their shaking, one can even see the appearance of the provoking head.

"It's Wang Daye!"

"And Song Gouzi......"

Every time they recognized someone, the dumbfounded crowd widened their eyes and stared at the Matarans.

"You Gui people listen ......"

The horse who carried the head of a refusing to bare with a spear showed off his might at a distance of about 100 fathoms (meters) from the collection wall.

"The Sultan has ordered you to go out of the city and surrender within an hour. Otherwise......"

He smirked and threw his head against the wall.

"Kill all of you Kafir!"

"Kill Kafeil!"

The Mataran people are calling the formation, and they are all calling the formation in the Mada Blue soil language.

"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill them all......"

Suddenly, at the moment when the head was thrown out and thrown to the ground, someone immediately shouted loudly.

"Kill them all, they all kill, all of them kill ......"

"Calm down, if you go out, you're in their ploy! I can't take revenge, and I will lose my life! ”

Although the brothers seemed to be full of fighting spirit, Li Chengkun knew that what they needed now was to defend. However, that doesn't mean you can't fight back.

"Li Liangdong, beat that turtle grandson to death!"

Before the captain gave the order, Li Liangdong, like everyone else, aimed at the enemy with a firecracker, and his gunning method was famous for more than ten miles in the vicinity.

Li Liangdong aimed at the Ma Da Lan man, breathing slowly, the originally Ma Da Lan Man who was showing off his might seemed to sense the danger approaching, turned the horse's head and fled backwards.

"Bang!"

The sound of the rifled gun was different from that of ordinary firearms, his voice was more muffled and deeper, and at the same time as the gun sounded, the horse beating blue man, who was fleeing in the distance, was suddenly pushed off the horse's back and fell to the ground.

"Fire! Aim to hit! ”

Li Chengkun gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

The gunner, who operated the artillery, immediately lit the ignition tube, and in the fierce sound of the cannon, two huge clouds of smoke swallowed up the two small batteries in the corners.

Cannonballs made of cast iron whizzed into the Matara Blue team, killing several people in an instant, and making the already chaotic team even more scattered.

"A soil chief is a soil chief!"

Looking at the Ma Da Lan Man who was blown away by just two cannons, Hong Yichu couldn't help but mock softly, and now he even regrets it a little.

Relying on these chieftains can't be a big deal at all!

"Don't you know that the more this happens, the more the people in the city will be angry?"

Glancing at the shabby market, Hong Yixun's gaze became a little complicated, it stands to reason that the people in the market are his compatriots, but he is helping the Mataran people.

"If you want to blame it, blame your Emperor Zhu for his treachery!"

Hong Yixun, who used this excuse to hide all his conscience, said to Su Dan beside him.

"Su Dan, I thought I could mobilize all the cannons and focus on its collection wall, this Anping market is just a small market, not to mention the short wall, and it is very thin, in my opinion, at most, ten cannons can destroy the city wall, and when the time comes, it is not too late to send a large army to kill it."

After saying this, Hong Yichu glanced at An Pingji, and a sneer appeared on his face, this time, I have to kill all these Han people to avenge my Hong family's family revenge.

Hong Yichu is the grandson of Hong Chengchou, when the Qing Dynasty would meet, he Hong Yichu was also a very prominent figure, he and the son of the blue flag Guzi Gu Erma - the daughter of the Fuguo Gongaoshan became a parent, and became a county horse.

If Daming didn't have Zhongxing, how could he have ended up in this position now.

In fact, when his father killed his father and his grandfather surrendered, Hong Yichu still had a trace of fantasy that at least the Hong family could keep their wealth. But in the end, everything disappeared when my father's boat sank into the river in the wind.

Knowing that it was Emperor Zhu's excuse to kill people, Hong Yichu immediately fled to Guangdong with his wife and children, and then fled from Guangzhou to Nanyang, and finally went to Matalan and became a staff member of Mataran Sudan.

Although for him, being able to live is the greatest wish, but what does his heart desire?

It's revenge for the Hong family!

Of course, Hong Yixuan would not dream of killing Emperor Zhu, but Zhu Cixuan, the lord of Gui State who was close at hand, became the object of his revenge, because he was the son of Yongli.

If Yongli knew a little about current affairs and ruled the world early in the morning, how could the Hong family end up where it is today?

With such a thought, Hong Yixuan naturally sprinkled all his grievances on Zhu Cixuan. Of course, he had other ideas in mind.

Hong Yichun also wants to use Ma Da Lan to achieve something big.

At least what compatriots, never in his consideration!

What's more, those people are Han people, and he Hong Yichu is a banner person!

That's right, I'm avenging the Qing Dynasty!

In fact, there is no need for Hong Yixun's reminder, the Mataran people also know how to attack the city with artillery, after all, they have had many conflicts with the Dutch, and even they came into contact with European-style artillery earlier than the Ming Dynasty. Compared to the defenders, who had only four eight-pound cannons, they had a full thirty cannons of various kinds, both self-cast and high-end European cast cannons bought from Europeans.

The wall of Anpingji is used to defend against the attacks of ordinary natives, and it can really be useful, everyone only needs to hide behind the wall and release the guns to repel the natives. But in the face of the artillery attack, it was vulnerable, almost at the moment when the Mataran pulled out the artillery, Li Chengkun already knew the result, he did not let the brothers fight hard, but asked the brothers to withdraw from the wall.

Just as everyone was withdrawing from the wall, with the sound of cannons, in the violent crash, the brick wall that seemed to be solid one and a half feet thick immediately became crumbling, and finally, after several rounds of shelling, with a cracking sound, the wall was punched out of a door hole half a foot wide.

"Aim for the notch, get on the bayonet!"

Sticking the bayonet into the barrel, Li Chengkun's eyes stared at the dusty gap, and then he turned his head to see Sun Laomao coming with a brother and carrying a box of grenades.

"Captain, as long as we hold this place, those natives won't be able to fight for a while, but we have to let them in, so that they won't use their brains elsewhere......"

"Old Mao, what do you mean?"

Although Li Chengkun is the captain, he is different from Sun Laomao, who is a veteran who has fought for more than ten years, and his experience is naturally far better than him.

"Captain, you see, our wall, it's okay to block a few chiefs, but if you touch a cannon, it's simply vulnerable, it's not good to keep on the wall, now keep an eye on the gap that has been opened, even if you block them, but if they open another hole from other places, when the time comes, we will not care about it, so, instead of this, it is better to let them in, let's hide in the set, and when they come in, directly bombard his mother with a grenade, kill him by surprise, and then bayonet to greet ......"

Sun Laomao said as he posed the shape of An Pingji with pressed bricks on the ground, and then gestured his thoughts with his fingers.

"I'll see it!"

Sun Laomao's suggestion made Li Chengkun's eyes light up, this is indeed a way.

"Anyway, it's just a sentence, let them in first, and then ...... Close the door and let the dogs go. ”

"Old grandson, you're the dog,"

Sun Laomao's words suddenly made the surrounding brothers not very happy.

"Yes, look at my mouth, this is called closing the door and beating the dog, as long as we beat the dog this time, I dare to say, those horses beat the blue people, and they dare not fight with us easily!"