After the Changxing Army finished executing a group of Jurchens, it did not stop, and continued to execute the next group of people.

Mang Gurtai at the head of the city was so angry that he shouted, "Aibali! What are you dog slaves doing, so slow! ”

"Master! The minions are coming! The minions are coming! Aibali agreed, and a hundred young men from the city came who were ready to carry the materials for defending the city.

He also wanted to catch some women and children, but Mang Gurtai was in a hurry, and he could only use the young men under the city to make up the numbers.

The young men were a little overwhelmed by what to do when they were taken to the city, and they couldn't figure out what was going on.

But they all sensed that something bad was going to happen to them.

Mang Gurtai shouted loudly at the head of Fuzhou City: "Zhang Dou Xiaoer! Stop! If you don't stop, these people will fall to the ground! ”

After shouting, Mang Gurtai waved his hand, and a hundred young men were escorted to the battlement. The moment the steel knife pressed the neck, the young people knew that something was wrong, and many people cried.

"Sir! We are obedient people! It's the Shunmin who helped Dajin defend the city, is the lord mistaken! ……”

The Changxing army outside the city was not moved at all, and was already executing the third batch of Jurchens. Seeing that the Changxing army did not stop, Mang Gurtai waved his hand, and suddenly hundreds of heads flew to the city.

The blood spurting from the headless corpse was more than three feet away, and the Jurchen armor soldiers laughed and threw the headless corpse from the city, as if they had accomplished what a remarkable achievement.

The execution of the Changxing army paused for a moment and then continued, Mang Gurtai's eyes were red, and he ordered: "Escort another hundred Han people to the city!" Slow! ……”

I saw that the cavalry in the Changxing army came to the city again, and took out an iron horn as just now and shouted: "Add another thousand people, and the Changxing army said to do it!" After shouting, he left without looking back.

The execution of the Jurchens by the Changxing Army was still in progress, and Aibali escorted 100 young men to the city.

This time, the young men had already understood their situation, and the blood at the mouth of the battlement was still emitting a pungent smell, and many people were so frightened that they were paralyzed on the ground and refused to take another step forward.

In front of them being forcibly pulled up by the Jurchens to the battlements of the city wall, the Jurchen armor soldiers had already stood behind them with their knives unsheathed.

Seeing that Mang Gurtai's face was getting colder and colder, Tun Bulu hurriedly knelt down in front of Mang Gurtai, kowtowed, and said: "The master can't be killed, if you kill it again, you will fall for the trick of the thief Zhang Dou." At that time, the city will be separated from Germany, how can you hold Fuzhou City! ”

Aibali said disdainfully: "It's just mud, as long as you put the knife on their necks, are you afraid that they won't help?" Lord Belle! You give the order! ”

Hearing the words of the two confidants, Mang Gurtai was entangled for a while. Now that he can't kill the Han people, he will fall for Zhang Dou's strategy, and he will fall into passivity no matter what he does.

Compared with Zhang Dou outside the city, Zhang Dou will definitely not be able to compare with himself. Not to mention Zhang Dou's revenge in the future, he can't afford even the resistance of the Han people in the city. Once the Han people in the city rebelled, the Changxing army took the opportunity to attack the city, and Fuzhou could not hold it at all.

If you don't kill the Han people to vent your anger, the morale in the city will plummet. Even his own Jurchen people can't protect him, so what else can he use to defend the city? How could a demoralized soldier hold the city of Fuzhou?

Mang Gurtai was in a dilemma, and could only watch as the Jurchen women and children were slaughtered in groups. Only at last did he shout: "Aibali!" ”

After waiting for a long time, Aibali finally waited for the call of his master, and couldn't help but reply loudly: "Lord Belle! How are these mud knicks executed? The minions can't wait! ”

The Han people who were held at the head of the city immediately trembled when they heard Mang Gurtai's words. Some people even cried out, and the pressure of death made people can't help but be afraid.

Mang Gurtai glared at Aibali and said, "Kill what kill!" Ben Baylor was just joking with the minions. If you don't let people go, you will be shocked by a tael of silver per person! ”

Hearing Mang Gurtai's words, Aibali could hardly believe his ears. He asked uncertainly, "Master!" Are you really going to put it down? ”

"Put! Let you put it away, what so much nonsense! Mang Gurtai rebuked angrily.

Aibali did not dare to delay, and immediately let go of the Han people who were held at the head of the city. Hundreds of Han people were in great distress and hurriedly knelt down to kowtow to Mang Gurtai. Thanks to Lord Belle for not killing, the smile on Mang Gurtai's face was more ugly than crying, and he waved his hand to let the Han people go down to rest.

The Han people went down to the city with great gratitude, but they didn't even dare to ask for the silver, and ran away without a trace.

They no longer dared to come to help defend the city, and they almost helped with their own lives, and they would not come back even if they were killed in defending the city.

Who believes it if it's a joke! The screams of the hundreds of people who went to the city before and the blood stains on the city all showed the end of those people.

In the days that followed, the shadows moved rapidly, not only spreading the news of what was happening inside and outside the city, but also telling the story of the lives of the people of Eternal Island.

The Han people in the city have heard that there is such an army that will slaughter Jiannu for the sake of ordinary people like them, and will throw away all the military exploits they have for the sake of ordinary people like them.

This famous Changxing Army took root in the hearts of the people of Fuzhou City at once, and people couldn't help but imagine what the Changxing Army was like, and what kind of paradise Changsheng Island was.

What made Mang Gurtai depressed was that while the Changxing army began to attack the city with heavy artillery, it also dug trenches in Fuzhou City again.

Mang Gurtai finally saw the fierceness of the artillery fire of the Changxing army, and dozens of artillery pieces outside the city lined up in a row, bombarding the city wall of Fuzhou for a while. If he hadn't strengthened the city wall many times, the city wall of Fuzhou would definitely have been destroyed by the Changxing army.

The ten 12-pounder marching guns brought by the Changxing Army this time were all retreating guns, and the heavy barrels were fixed on inclined tracks.

The recoil force of firing causes the gun to slide along the track to the back of the gun, and then the weight of the gun itself back into place.

This type of gun eliminates the need for a lot of manpower to reset the gun, and it also allows the gun to be in the same position every time it fires, increasing the accuracy of shooting.

The only drawback was the increased weight of the artillery, and the gun carriage needed solid ground to walk.

Even if Changsheng Island uses the internal mold water cooling technology to greatly reduce the weight of the artillery, it can make the 12-pounder gun a marching gun, and no matter how large-caliber the artillery is, the Changxing Army has no way.

Mang Gurtai watched the Changxing army advance the trenches towards Fuzhou City in a circle, and he couldn't sit still any longer.

"Love Bali! You take people out to rush once, and you must not let the Changxing army dig down! Mang Gurtai ordered.

"Huh! Slaves obey! Aibali knelt down and said yes.