The wind swept in the sky, the white clouds galloped in the sky like a galloping horse, the banner was fierce, stretched and rolled in the wind, eight hundred Liang pirates, lined up in front of the artillery array, the roar and scream of the artillery on the opposite side, they stood solemnly and proudly. As if he turned a blind eye, heard but did not hear, he still stood straight, his spine like a pine bamboo, and the pitch-black muzzle of the spear on his shoulder was uniformly pointed at the sky.

When the last six twenty-four-pound artillery shells landed a mile in front of the Liang family's pirate formation, the soldiers only smiled contemptuously and haughtily at the corners of their mouths, as if they were laughing at the empty and useless intimidation of their opponents.

Looking at the smoke and dust that those eighteen-pound and twenty-four-pound heavy artillery shells fell on the Liang pirates in the distance, Zheng Wenxian felt cold all over, and the fingers holding the telescope had turned pale white due to overexertion. Although he was still trying his best to keep his composure, the ferocity of the other party's giant cannon really made him shudder, where did the Liang family move this giant cannon, such a long range, it was like a strong man with a long axe slowly cutting down a towering giant tree.

Although the giant tree was tall, it had no power to fight back, and could only watch as the long axe overflowing with cold light in the strong man's hand slashed down one by one, opening deep grooves one after another, and the sap flowed in the mooring place, like tears of sadness and despair.

Rumble! Rumble! Two more thunderclaps came from that distance, and the screaming cannonballs tore the air again, ignoring space and distance, and smashed the thick city wall, hitting two deep pits again, and in the trembling of the earth, Zheng Wenxian seemed to hear the painful groans of the rock-solid city wall.

"Young master, we must rush, let them blow up the city tower like this, I'm afraid that this place won't last long, I don't think there are many of them, if we can rush up and smash those two giant cannons, it's not too late for us to hold on." Zheng Jiaju raised his hand and touched his forehead, where a piece of oily skin was rubbed off, and it hurt hotly.

Zheng Wenxian was a little hesitant, in this castle, there were only three thousand descendants of the Zheng family in total, although the number of the other party on the shore was less than a thousand, but behind them was only a few miles away was the dock, and the warships moored there could completely use artillery fire to support the Liang family pirates on the shore.

"Young master, we can't hesitate any longer, let them bombard endlessly like this, it won't take an hour or two, this city tower will definitely be bombarded, let's watch it like this, the impact on morale is too great." Next to him, a distant cousin, Zheng Lianping, who was nearly sixty years old, but was still as strong as a fierce bull, also stepped forward to speak to Zheng Wenxian.

The pale eyebrows were raised like razors, and there was only indifference to life and death on his face, and his eyes were full of desire for meritorious service. His strong and powerful arms were covered with muscles as solid as stone, and his face was full of vertical and horizontal scars, and those interlaced scars seemed to remind people that the overly strong old man in front of him was definitely not a good stubble.

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Zheng Lianping is also a well-known figure in the Zheng family, a ruthless man who has been born and died by Zheng Lianchang's side for a long time, brave and good at fighting, and can be calm and calm in case of trouble, this time it was Zheng Lianchang who was worried about his son and the nest, so he specially kept him, hoping that in case of any eventuality, let him help Zheng Wenxian keep the nest.

Zheng Wenxian walked anxiously on the city wall and turned around several times, the hand on the handle of the knife on his waist loosened and tightened, and finally stood still, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay! Fifteen uncles, I will pluck out half of you, one thousand and five people, can you rush through? I will give you all the three hundred horses in the castle to form a cavalry. ”

There are only 3,000 people in his hands, and half of them are pulled out at once, this is no way, because you send too little, and when you impulse those Liang family pirates, I'm afraid there will be no more people left, so wouldn't it be a live target to clean up?

Although Zheng Wenxian still wanted to send more, but out of conservatism and prudence, Zheng Wenxian still decided to leave half of the people, at least, if after this wave of attacks completely failed, with 1,500 people and the cover of the castle, at least he could take advantage of the geographical advantage to defend until Zheng Bianchang came back.

"Enough, young master, our brothers are all blood surnamed men who have given their lives to the Red Flag Gang a long time ago, none of them are gutsless seeds, as long as they can rush to the front, under the melee, no one can do anything to our brothers. With three hundred horses, the little one was more sure. Zheng Lianping straightened his chest and looked proud, his scarred face twitched slightly, that was the excitement of a long-time warrior, and his eyes were full of ferocity and murderous intent, like a ferocious hungry beast, wanting to drink blood.

"Okay, I'll equip you with five hundred spears, a thousand short spears, and a war knife for each man. Fifteen uncles, help me clean up that group of Liang family mongrels well. Zheng Wenxian patted Zheng Lianping's shoulder with satisfaction and said viciously. Bring another hundred pounds of gunpowder, and no matter what, you're going to blow up those two cannons. ”

"Young Master, look at us." Zheng Lianping nodded, ran towards the ladder of the city tower, and shouted loudly, and soon, fifteen hundred fierce and fearless descendants of the Zheng family were assembled.

After only one round of artillery was fired at the castle, it was like a little fart child stealing firecrackers, which made people slap and then suddenly dumb up, and there was no movement, and here, the two giant cannons were still unhurried, from time to time from their cannon muzzles that were large enough to stuff into their heads, and from time to time they spewed out blazing white pipe flames and thick white smoke, accompanied by the thunderous roar, and the projectiles that spit out left hideous scars on the walls of the castle.

However, Liang Pengfei's attention was not here, he was holding the telescope in his hand, observing the cliff on the sea side of the Zheng family castle. The Cheng family's castle was not built entirely on a vacant lot, but was built between the towering main peak of Lantau Island and the high cliffs of the sea with the help of the narrow location of the shrimp whiskers.

In the direction that Liang Pengfei observed. Wu Qianjin, who had already climbed halfway to the cliff, spat on the already reddened slap, tightened the rope tied to his waist, and around him, there were several Liang family pirate climbing masters who were as light as apes, relying only on their arms and toes to master the balance, and continued to climb upward. Each of them also had a sturdy rope tied around his waist, which he used to drag his companions down after they had reached the top of the cliff.

"Your grandma, when do you have to climb this?" Wu Qianjin raised his head, looked at the cliff that still seemed to be towering and had no strength, and couldn't help but curse secretly, and took off the flying hook that had just hooked the cliff obliquely, aimed at a depression above the oblique, and shook it lightly after a few circles, and let go of his hand a little, he saw that the flying hook seemed to have eyes, flying towards the depression mark, with a crisp sound, it seemed that because of the problem of too much strength, it bounced up again, and then fell down. "I say!" Wu Qianjin, who is usually the first master of climbing and receiving the broadside battle in the Yu Liang family, rolled his eyes helplessly, and carefully took the flying hook back and tried again, after several times, the flying hook finally grasped it tightly, Wu Qianjin wiped the sweat on his forehead, and continued to climb up...... Just below them, there were quite a few pirates of the Liang family standing on a dozen small boats, all standing on the deck with their heads raised high, their mouths wide open, watching their companions climb on the cliff with the posture of looking at aliens, from time to time they were amazed by the movements of those companions, or they took a breath or two, and beside them, there was that kind of light and thick tube, which was the conscienceless cannon invented by Young Master Liang.

The guns of these conscienceless cannons have been bound by strong ropes, waiting for the Liang pirates who climbed to the top of the cliff to drop the ropes from above and transport them.

"Young master, the other party is moving." Bai Shusheng walked to Liang Pengfei's voice at this time. Liang Pengbing finally withdrew his gaze from observing the cliff and moved to the castle.

Liang Pengfei saw that after the gate of the castle slowly opened, a red crowd of people poured out of it, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl: "It seems that they have made us anxious." ”

"There are at least twelve thousand people, young master, shall we send some more people ashore to reinforce them."

"No, if there are too many of us, will they dare to come out and fight?" Liang Pengfei smiled and looked at the two 32-pounder guns and eight 18-pounder naval guns lined up in the middle of the line. "Although the number of people on our side is a little smaller, they are all the elites of the Lao Liang family, and these artillery pieces help each other, if you can't clean up the more than 1,000 people of the Zheng family, then don't mess up."

Liang Pengfei snorted his cigar, drew the short musket on his waist, walked to the front of the team, looked at these high-spirited subordinates, and shouted in his majestic voice between the shelling: "Listen to Lao Tzu!" I will give an order not to let the warship come to the rescue, do you have the confidence to destroy this group of Zheng pirates for Lao Tzu?! ”

"Yes!" Eight hundred subordinates, all like one person, the sound was almost overshadowing the roar of the thirty-two-pound cannon, Liang Pengfei nodded with satisfaction. At least the morale is available, these guys are really starting to have the temperament of a soldier, unlike in the past, Chun Crisp is just a group of pirate ruffians who are fighting for their own lives and playing personal heroism.

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"Step forward, move forward slowly, although their giant cannons are powerful, but there are only two, we are close to the range of eighteen pounds, and then start to move forward quickly, now we need to maintain our physical strength, for a while, we can have the strength to use a knife to stab those Liang family mongrels through each other." Zheng Lianping sat on horseback, waved the war knife in his hand, and shouted loudly to encourage the morale of his subordinates.

The opponent's thirty-two-pounder cannon was still wreaking havoc on the city wall behind him, and every roar made these Zheng family disciples tremble, although they were brave and fearless, but the problem was that that kind of artillery was beyond the power of manpower.

Although the cannonball seemed to have eyes, and always ran towards the city wall behind them, their careful liver was still in their throats, for fear that the other party's gunners would have any nerves, and rush down a little, in front of the kind of cannonball that was about to catch up with the size of their heads, not to mention the leather armor on their bodies, even if it was iron armor, it could be smashed into a thin piece of iron.

The scene was quite weird, the Liang pirates dressed in black remained immovable, the two heavy cannons in their formation were still unhurriedly bombarding the city wall several miles away, and on the opposite side, those red-clothed Zheng family pirates also walked unhurriedly, as if they were traveling leisurely.

Finally, when the other party approached a distance of less than two miles, the eight eighteen-pounder cannons seemed to hold their breath, and at the moment when Liang Pengfei gave the order to shoot, they sprayed out scorching pipe flames and white smoke, and the cannonballs drew a sharp arc and smashed down on the heads of those Zheng family pirates.

Because of the problem of the fuse, some cannonballs exploded in the sky above the Zheng pirates, and the iron pieces of the shell that were shattered by the force of gunpowder splattered fiercely in all directions, and those fragments that were sharp enough to be used to cut their wrists to commit suicide easily broke through the cloth strips wrapped around the heads of those Zheng pirates and the poor leather armor on their bodies, piercing their skin and bones, and twisting their internal organs and muscles into tatters.

The screams echoed with the explosion of the cannonballs, Zheng Lianping's eyes were red as if they were about to drip blood, and he swept the horses under him and beat those men mercilessly with the back of his knife, making them run forward and tell each other as fast as possible, instead of dying in a rush to escape.

Seeing that the whole team finally came to their senses in the interval between the artillery fire, these red-clothed subordinates began to raise the swords and guns in their hands, and charged forward with a crazy roar, Zheng Lianping breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and shouted to the temporarily formed cavalry standing on the left and right: "Rush to the left flank with Lao Tzu, rush forward, and kill those mongrels of the Liang family!" ”

Three hundred fast horses began to start, a distance of more than two miles, which was only an instantaneous distance for the cavalry, and they bowed their bodies tightly on the horse's back, and whipped the horse's stock with the war back in their hands, so that the war horse on their body increased its speed in the shortest possible time.

They pursed their lips tightly, because the fierce wind blew the muscles on their faces were also somewhat deformed and distorted, and their squinted eyes, the blood-devouring and frenzied cold light was like a series of electric lights flickering, they were like a blood-colored yaksha riding the rolling waves, as long as they could rush to the opponent's side, the flying iron hooves under them, and the incomparable war knife in their hands would set off layers of blood waves in the crowd, they had this self-confidence, and they also had this ability!

Gradually, those Zheng pirates who were running wildly had been pulled down a large distance by the galloping cavalry, and at this speed, no matter whether you were solid or flowering, there was no way to inflict intensive damage on them.

"Young master, did you let the artillery be reloaded with loose shells?" Monk Chen looked at the might of the three hundred cavalry, and couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster, he was not afraid, but the fighting passion in his heart had been ignited, but the perennial battle still made him make his own suggestions to Liang Pengfei.

"It's not time yet, it's too far for the shotshots to hit at all, and if they get closer, the shotshots can only hit one shot." Liang Pengfei shook his head and coldly ordered Brother Li Pao, who was already standing beside him: "Eight eighteen-pounder guns, all of them are aimed at cavalry, and they are equipped with chain ball bullets. ”

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(To be continued)