When the soldiers on the ship arrived in the north, they learned Zhu Yousong's intention to distribute cotton clothes.

After Yuan Keli boarded the boat, he stroked the barrel of the cannon on the dragon boat, feeling excited. He is a man of knowledge, and if such a cannon is used well, its power on the battlefield is immeasurable.

"These are all bought by His Majesty from Fanren?"

Yang Xiaomiao, who has become the admiral of the water division, said with pride: "We made it ourselves!" ”

"What?!" Yuan Keli exclaimed, but it startled Yang Xiaomiao, the big sea owl. Although this old man is close to the age of sixteen, he has a high status, he is a newly promoted Ping Liaobo, why is he so unstable, it is better for us to be a pirate. How did he know that Yuan Keli had a social heart in his heart, and he knew how excited he was when he knew that Da Ming could build such a cannon.

At this time, the soldiers came to report, Phi Dao was in front of him, and Yuan Keli reluctantly left the gun barrel and came to the bow of the ship. Everyone followed him, and from a distance, the dock was crowded with people.

Mao Wenlong's subordinates are all arrogant soldiers, and none of them will obey Mao Wenlong. So when Yuan Chonghuan killed Mao Wenlong, Kong Youde's people rebelled one after another. Similarly, Mao Wenlong also has a most convincing person, that is, Yuan Keli, who carries him in one hand.

Knowing that it was his old handsome and bringing troops here, Mao Wenlong's heart was very complicated. On the one hand, he respects Yuan Keli, but the long-term occupation of Phi Dao has developed some of his thoughts. In his heart, Phi Dao is his, belongs to him alone, and he doesn't want anyone to come and get involved.

But these thoughts, when I saw the mighty fleet, vanished.

In the past, it was difficult for the Ming Dynasty to control the island, and even forcibly emigrate to the shore. But with such a sailor, which island in the world dares to have a different heart? Letting go of his strange thoughts, Mao Wenlong was relaxed. When he came to the port, he watched the familiar figure walk off the deck surrounded by everyone, Mao Wenlong knelt down on one knee and said, "The last general, Mao Wenlong, has seen Yuan Gong." ”

"Haha, Zhennan, I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect us to meet one day." Yuan Keli picked up Mao Wenlong, looked at it, and said with a smile.

"Seeing that Yuan Gong is as healthy as ever, the last general will be relieved."

The generals behind Mao Wenlong were also shocked by these warships, but they didn't notice that their handsome man was extremely humble today.

Since Zhu Yousong swept the cave and cleared out the Jin merchants who sold intelligence in Shanxi, the Jurchens have returned to the state of being blind and deaf. They are bloodthirsty and murderous, but apparently have not yet realized the importance of intelligence.

It wasn't until Phi Dao under their noses that nearly a hundred warships came, and the Jiannu outpost on the beach discovered the enemy's situation.

The Jurchen horsemanship is the best in the world, but from Liaodong to Mongolia, it takes several days for the fastest horse to run away. In addition, the return of the army is even more time-consuming. This strange army is destined to turn the birthplace of Jiannu Nuzhen, and their nest is turned upside down.

The defenders on Phi Island were also the first to taste the support from the imperial court, and they had been fighting alone all along.

The black-pressed ships approached the coast, and the so-called warships of the Jurchens were as ridiculous as a few wriggling bugs in front of these behemoths. You don't even need to waste artillery fire, just hit it and grind it into powder.

"This kind of rich battle, I Mao Wenlong has never fought in my life!"

Not to mention him, even Qin Liangyu, who had been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, couldn't help but shake his heart. Yang Xiaomiao gave an order, and the command flag of the fleet was unfurled, and all the ships crossed the position, and the black cannon ports were aimed at the Jurchen warriors on the shore. Although these people have never seen such a big ship, they are born with warlike and murderous genes, which makes them fearless and even eager to try. After all, after getting off the boat, the Han people are still vulnerable two-legged sheep in their eyes.

These ferocious alien warriors are waiting for not the fighters who fight against them, but the cannonballs that rain down.

This is the big rear, and no one would have thought that there would be a day when it was bombed. Naturally, there will be no protective measures, and the animal skins on the Jurchen warriors can block swords and arrows, but they can't block artillery. After a while, the coast was in shambles, full of fire and smoke, like hell on earth. Severed limbs and stumps flew sideways, charred flesh and gunsmoke mixed together, exuding an indescribable smell.

The Jurchens had no skills, but they could only sit and wait to die, there was no opponent in front of them, but they fell one by one. The Tartar leader was stunned and roared in tears. The voice was tragic and desolate, and a sense of despair permeated them.

The Ming army on the ship, except for the Fujian sailors and the pirates who were recruited. The rest of the white pole soldiers and the Phi Dao soldiers all suffered great losses under the hands of the Jurchens. Seeing these invincible and invincible opponents at the beginning, and their miserable deaths, a sense of revenge rose in their hearts. They have wanted to kill each other for decades, and they have long been undead rivals. One of Qin Liangyu's younger brothers died at the hands of the Jurchens.

No one here will give birth to the so-called sympathy, if they have seen the miserable situation of the Han people in Liaodong. All the Jurchen warriors on the opposite side, the steel knives in their hands were stained with the blood of the Han people, and they enjoyed the looted wealth, women, and slaves, and they should have thought that one day they would pay for their blood debts.

After a carpet bombardment, the huge deck protruded from the ship and reached the ground. The white-pole soldiers, who had long been ready to attack, armed with long-pole guns, stepped off the warship with agility. These native soldiers in the southwest mountains will never run when they can, and if they can, they will never go. Screaming and rushing towards the Jurchens who had long since lost their combat effectiveness, each head could be exchanged for an attractive bounty, and they couldn't wait.

The Jurchens once cut off the heads of those they humiliated and invaded without mercy, and at that time they only thought of pleasure, but now they experienced the feeling of those who were killed by them. The instinct to survive makes them struggle to clench their cutlass and fight again. But with a poke of spears and scythes, the white-pole soldiers harvested their heads in the most efficient way.

Qin Liangyu saw that his subordinates were busy collecting heads, and they all had a lot of heads pinned to their waists, for fear of being looked down upon by the Ming army who were traveling with him. She reprimanded loudly: "Pass the order, this time go behind enemy lines, and don't receive rewards based on your head." But in this rear, you can plunder the Manchurians to your heart's content, and the Manchurian property you have robbed belongs to yourself. If there are Han Chinese who are like-minded, remember to take them back to the ship. ”

Mao Wenlong even ordered that all people, young and old, regardless of men and women, should be killed. Everyone is a feud for generations, so why pretend to be merciful.

As soon as this order was handed down, it immediately exploded. Excitedly, the white pole soldiers, like a pack of wild dogs, rushed into the interior of Jianzhou, howling.

On this day, Jianzhou is destined to be a river of blood flowing into the sea.