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Chapter 125: Growth

"Demon Law!" The soldiers of Meng Yuan, who were fighting with the Red Turban Army, were stunned for a moment, and then opened their throats and screamed.

Demon law, it must be demon law! The bronze bell will breathe fire, and it can kill dozens of people at once! What is this, if it's not a demon law? The Red Turban Army worships the Great Light King, who is the god of flames

In the face of unknown dangers, people's imagination can become incomparably richer. Soon, fear spread around the corpse, and the Meng Yuan soldiers pushed and shoved each other, scrambling to escape from the guns.

"Don't panic, don't panic!" Commander Zhao Wandong waved his steel knife and hacked to death the soldiers who dared to turn around and flee under his nose one by one. "Don't panic, press it on me, press it and destroy their magic weapons. It takes time for demons to cast spells, and if they destroy magic weapons, they can't do anything! ”

"Don't be afraid, rush up, rush up and destroy the magic weapon! Liu Er, have you forgotten how adults treat you normally?! ”

"Follow me, follow me to grab the magic weapon!" Liu Er, the leader of the family, wiped the cold sweat on his face and greeted him in a trembling voice. Everyone else can escape, but he can't. He is the family member of Judge Liu, and since the moment he changed his surname, this life was sold to the Liu family. If you turn around and run away today, you will no longer be able to hold your head up and be a man in this life.

"Snatch the magic weapon, grab the magic weapon!" The other family members shouted loudly, followed Liu Er and rushed towards the gate of the Municipal Yi Bureau. Judge Liu Jiaping is good to the family, so they are willing to risk their lives to avenge their own adults.

It's a pity that they are facing Xu Da today. It had long been expected that the enemy might rush over and snatch the artillery, and after the two copper cannons were fired, Xu Da immediately transferred a team of auxiliaries armed with spears to block the gate of the Municipal Exchange Bureau. condescendingly stabbed with a spear, forcing Liu Er and the others to rush up the steps at all.

"Phew!" "Phew!" Bang! "Phew!" More musketeers climbed onto the roofs around the house and fired a dozen projectiles and four or five strips.

With a total distance of less than twenty paces, they were firing almost against their opponent's head. The heavy axemen, who were wrapped in foot armor, were shot down by five or six more on the spot. The rest did not dare to wait for death in place, hula, and strode back. The other Mengyuan soldiers who followed him staggered.

Sixty-four pounds of foot armor, twenty-five pounds of big axes, plus the weight of the armorer himself, the total weight of each axe soldier is as high as more than three hundred pounds. stepped backwards on the feet of his own robe, and immediately stepped on it and wailed.

The Yuan soldiers in the back row dodged one after another, and no one refused to be crippled by the heavy armor axemen. The stalemate on the battlefield was immediately shattered, Yi Hammer and Wu Liangmou, the two sword and shield men leading the Red Turban Army, pushed forward with the momentum, and Chen De and Xu Yi commanded the pikemen to echo the flanks, pushing more than 800 Yuan Army soldiers back and forth, staggering.

"No retreat, no retreat!" Commander Zhao Wandong wielded a steel knife and tried to use the means of killing to force his soldiers to regain their footing. Lian Lao Hei Xun, who had finally climbed onto the roof, appeared from the enemy army, put the first and only big gun in the left army on the chimney, and aimed at the man's chest and pulled the trigger.

"Boom ——!" The gunpowder of one or two or three coins, the projectile of one or two halves, the movement when firing is no less than that of artillery. Thirty paces away, Zhao Wandong, a thousand households of the Han army, was beaten and flew upside down, and a big fist hole appeared in his chest, and blood and minced flesh crackled and fell from the sky.

"Zhao Qianhu is dead!"

"Zhao Qianhu was killed by a demon with thunder——!"

The surrounding Meng Yuan soldiers wiped a handful of blood and shredded flesh from their faces, spread their legs, and fled to the city gate screaming. The other Mengyuan soldiers who rushed over along the street to meet him hit a person on his back.

"Phew!" "Phew!" Bang! "Phew!" Liu Ziyun and the others finally completed the second load, pulled the trigger, and fired at the target closest to them.

This time, their alignment was much better than before. Seven or eight soldiers of the Yuan army, who would not retreat from the battle, fell to the ground almost at the same time, staring blankly at the sky, dead and dead.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! The cannon is coming! At the door of the Municipal Trade Bureau, Xu Da's shouting came again. The auxiliaries in front of them quickly revealed two passages. The second elder of the Huang family commanded the artillery carriage, squeezed to the edge of the threshold, aimed the muzzle of the cannon at the most dense position of the enemy army, and fixed the base with sandbags.

"Boom!" "Boom!" Before the panicked enemy troops had time to dodge, the two bronze cannons sprayed nearly a hundred scattered bullets again.

At a distance of more than 30 paces, the dense formation of cold weapons combat, facing artillery is equivalent to sending people to death. Immediately, twenty or thirty more people were hit by scattered bullets, or they immediately lost their breath, or they covered their wounds with their hands, rolling and wailing in pools of blood.

At this time, all the Mengyuan soldiers crowded in the front court of the Municipal Exchange Office no longer had the courage to persevere. Pushing away his companions, he ran towards the city gates. The reinforcements pouring in along the city gate were still trying to get closer to the forecourt of the city's change office, and the two sides were huddled into a pot of porridge on the narrow streets, and no one could move half a step.

"Drop the bomb, drop the bomb freely!" Li Ziyu, who had just run along the city wall to the enemy tower on the other side, saw the opportunity and immediately gave the order to attack. "Whoever throws it wherever there are many people, light the grenade and throw it at the crowded place!"

"Sneer—sneer——!" Hundreds of grenades emitted white smoke, threw down from the enemy towers and city walls, and smashed into the ranks of Meng Yuan's soldiers on the streets. More than 20 percent were smashed and extinguished, and about 7 and a half percent exploded on the spot. "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Thick smoke billowed with flesh and stumps, staining half of the sky above Han Shin City red.

"Palm thunder, palm thunder, the red turban thief brought palm thunder!" Unexpectedly, the attack from the overhead position behind him was so fierce, and the Mengyuan soldiers who had already poured into the city immediately panicked. Leaving behind the bodies of his companions, he scrambled to flee out of the city.

How can the grenadier deputy Qianhu Li Ziyu give them a chance to escape? commanded the soldiers around him, condescending to bomb indiscriminately. The area around the city gates was blown up like hell, littered with mutilated corpses and deep pits, large and small.

"Wang De, Li Qi, hurry up and open the way! Hurry up and bring someone to snatch the enemy building back for me! The Yuan army's deputy Wanhu Baoyin was scattered, and while hiding behind his own soldiers, he used a knife to force the Han generals under his command to seize the city gate and go to the enemy tower.

The two Han soldiers were forced to be helpless, so they had to agree, and each brought a group of henchmen to rush to the horse road around the city gate. More than a dozen grenades smoked and rolled to their feet, but because the fuses burned too slowly, they only blew up a few soldiers at the end of the line. The remaining Mengyuan soldiers were overjoyed, holding their steel knives high and rushing towards the city wall as fast as possible.

"Good time!" Hu Dahai and Ran Zaicheng were worried that they couldn't help, so they blocked the horse road on the left side by side, and the steel knife swept. Wang De, a hundred households of the Han army, just became a ghost under the knife just by looking at his face. The more than 20 dead soldiers led by Hu Dahai and Ran Zaicheng were chased and cut down from the connection between the city wall and the horse road to the ground, and where they passed, their heads were rolling.

Ivanov and a grenadier centurion named Zhou Xiao joined forces to block the middle of another horse road. The knife slashed the shield and smashed it, so that the opponent could not advance an inch. Seeing this, the grenadier deputy Qianhu Li Ziyu immediately ran over with a dozen brothers to help. Condescendingly, he slashed indiscriminately, and cut the centurion of the Han army, Li Qi and others, and fled from the horse road.

"Put down the iron gate, put down the iron gate, close the door and beat the dog!" Hu Dahai suddenly had an idea, turned back from the horse road, and reminded the brothers in the enemy tower loudly.

"I'm coming!" Several Red Turban soldiers closest to the winch pounced and pulled the mechanism together. "Boom!" The iron-clad gate, controlled by ropes and winches, fell from mid-air with a piercing whistling sound, instantly separating the inside and outside of the city gate into two worlds.

"Li Qianhu, can you divide your people into two waves, one for the outside of the city, and the other for the city?!" Hu Dahai quickly ran back to the enemy building, shouting yì at the plum fish who was turning back along the road.

This mention was quite timely, and Li Ziyu immediately came to his senses and ordered loudly, "Zhou Xiao, you take a team of 100 people to block the horse roads on the left and right." Zhang Bao, you take a team of 100 people to deal with the enemy troops outside the city, and they are not allowed to destroy the city gates. Wang Jiucheng, you take the rest of the people and continue to throw grenades into the street. All the soldiers who can reach me will be blown up to death! ”

"Yes!" The three grenadier centurions agreed in unison, each of them picked up his brothers, and went off to their respective missions. Soon, the inside and outside of the city gate became completely forbidden places. All the enemy troops who dared to approach were sent to the western sky with grenades.

The Meng Yuan soldiers who were crowded on the street had to turn around again and kill in the direction of the Municipal Change Office. After passing the Municipal Relocation Department, there was a city gate on the other side of the street, and they had not completely lost hope of breaking through!

However, Zhu Bayi, who had gradually become familiar with the rhythm of the battlefield, was willing to sit back and watch the cooked duck fly away? Under Xu Da's suggestion, the bronze cannons, muskets, sword and shield soldiers, and spearmen were placed in the front courtyard of the Municipal Exchange Bureau, in the shape of a glaive. The muzzles of the two black holes, aimed at the enemy fleeing head-on, did not hesitate to spray rows of scattered bullets.

The brass cannon that shoots scattered bullets is not accurate. But within fifty steps, it's definitely a dozen and a whole piece. The elite of Meng Yuan, who was the first to fight a bloody way from his own people and rushed forward, was swept to the ground by artillery before he could get close to the main formation of the Red Turban Army, and blood flowed like a river. The monkey armor, which was known for being solid and expensive, was torn apart like waste paper by scattered bullets.

"Archers, seventy outside, covered shooting!"

"Musketeers, within fifty, aim and shoot!"

"Blades and shields on standby! Cover the musketeers at any time! ”

"Spearmen in formation, ready to meet the enemy!"

Zhu Eighty-one raised the tin horn to his mouth, and every command sounded full of anger.

"No!" The soldiers tore their throats and responded with a bang. Then, under the leadership of generals such as Aslan, Liu Ziyun, Zhu Chenze and Huang Laoer, they hit the enemy troops who were surging along the streets.

No one is born a famous general, but in this era of alternating steel knives and artillery, countless generals are destined to rise into the sky with the help of the bones of the enemy.

Maybe it's called Xu Da, maybe it's called Chang Yuchun, maybe it's called Zhang San, Li Si, Hu Wu, Zhao Liu. Don't believe in Haojiesheng bullfighting, and watch the wind rise?!