Hangzhou, garrison city.

Shulu staggered out of the house on crutches.

Old, sleep less, every day at this time he gets up on time, dragging the injured leg when he played Jiaxing, sitting in the yard, reminiscing about the good times of the year, alas, it was a good day at that time, the flower world in the south of the Yangtze River can be robbed as much as you want, those Han women can do whatever they want, and they will be directly stabbed after drying, how refreshing it is.

But now, I can't do it if I want to!

He looked at the opposite room with some greed, Xiao Jie's granddaughter-in-law's delicate figure in the light, through a layer of window paper, it was so clear, and he could hear the cry of his great-grandson being awakened, which was also his main pleasure in getting up early every day.

"Alas, one generation is not as good as the next!"

Inexplicably, he remembered his grandson who had just been transferred to Ningbo to suppress bandits, and couldn't help but sigh and sigh.

At this moment, there was a strange whistling in the sky, he raised his head in astonishment, and as the whistling sound quickly lowered from far and near, the next moment the room where his granddaughter-in-law and great-grandson were located, suddenly turned into a flame, and in the disintegration of the house, countless dazzling sparks were like splashing iron flowers shooting in all directions, and almost every bit of fire fell into a raging flame.

"Enemy attack!"

He subconsciously threw himself to the ground, screaming heartbreakingly.

Almost at the same time, the entire sleeping garrison city, and even the entire city of Hangzhou, were awakened by this sudden explosion, and everyone got up in a panic, looking at the extra fires in the city in amazement.

"How?"

On a slightly raised high ground on the south bank of the Qiantang River, Yang Feng, who was standing next to the mortar, asked one of his subordinates with a cannonball in his hand, who was holding his telescope and staring at the city of Hangzhou on the other side, staring at the sudden extra fire in the city.

"Yes, Zhengzhong's battalion, it would be better if it was a hundred and ten steps further south."

The soldier who grew up in Hangzhou said.

Yang Feng adjusted the mortar as quickly as possible, and then loaded a shell again, and in an instant, with the flame of the muzzle, an 82-millimeter shell filled with steel balls, explosives, and aluminum phosphorus incendiary flew out, and fell into the Hangzhou garrison city with a unique sharp roar with a high-throwing trajectory.

"Yes, that's right, sister, brother has avenged you!"

Looking at the sudden glow of fire in the city, the soldier shouted.

"Huh?!"

Yang Feng glanced at this guy with a personal vendetta speechlessly, and began to load the shells as quickly as possible, ten soldiers with shells on their backs lined up to stand beside him, and kept passing over the assembled shells, these terrifying shells were like assembly lines, spraying from the muzzles of the guns at a speed of more than a dozen rounds per minute, and smashed towards the garrison city with a whistling sound.

At this time, the garrison city was already an apocalyptic scene.

The power of the eighty-two mortar is indeed not great, but it is on the battlefield, and it is definitely a big killer to bombard densely populated residential areas, not to mention that this is an anti-personnel burning shao bomb, in the power of the explosion to destroy the building, scattered shrapnel and steel balls to harvest life At the same time, the combustion of aluminum and phosphorus is also raging wildly, white phosphorus burns in the air, and the high temperature ignites the more terrifying thermite, forming a brilliant firework, but it is a firework that brings death, because no matter where they splash they will bring a magic flame like a maggot attached to the bone.

The whole garrison city was in hell.

All the alien rulers who were high up, all the tyrannical rulers, all the alien rulers who rode on the heads of the Han people in this city, were now turned into whipped dogs, screaming in terror and fleeing in all directions, dodging the falling cannonballs, dodging the terrifying demonic flames, dodging the raging flames that spread. There were people who were torn apart in the explosions, people who were splashed by the flames of the aluminium phosphorus burning ji, and then rolled to the ground with heart-rending screams, and many more who didn't have time to escape from the flames, crashing around with their bodies full of flames.

The entire city of Hangzhou was stunned, and outside the city wall of the garrison city, countless ordinary people watched silently, and no one stepped forward.

Forty shells, in a few minutes.

"Retreat!"

Yang Feng shouted, and his soldiers dismantled the mortars as quickly as they could, and also rushed to the small boat parked on the bank of the Qiantang River at the fastest speed, and went straight down the river to the mouth of the river.

However, in the garrison city of Hangzhou, the disaster did not end with his departure, in fact, the nightmare of the banner people continued.

Because the fire has begun to spread to the entire garrison city, the houses at this time are all wooden structures, even if the rich families are the same, wooden beams and columns, wooden doors and windows, especially in the south, for ventilation, most of the houses are even almost all wood. Like the rich and elaborate flag people, they all have to paint and hang curtains, it can be said that a spark with aluminum phosphorus burning is a fire, not to mention that Yang Feng poured a full forty cannonballs into this small city, and the houses that were ignited quickly ignited into a sky-high fire, and then licked downwind under the pressure of the wind, and then more houses were ignited.

Chaos and disorder amplified the catastrophe.

When the bannermen, who had not died from the shelling, found that no shells had fallen and gradually came to their senses, the fire was out of control, the gates of the garrison city were quickly opened, and the people inside fled like crazy.

"Fight the fire, hurry up and put out the fire for the flag man!"

Among the Han people who watched the excitement outside, I don't know who shouted first, and then everyone looked at each other, and then the smart ones suddenly woke up, and more firefighting sounds began to sound, and the crowd immediately rushed to the city gates.

The first flag man who rushed to the door heard this voice, and couldn't help but show a smile of relief, it was obvious that decades of national integration had not been in vain, and these minions had forgotten the hatred of the year after all, but then he found out that something was wrong......

"Bastard, you let me out first!"

He struggled his way out of the narrow gates, screaming in rage.

However, he couldn't get out, and hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in the entire city of Hangzhou all took action, holding various utensils in their hands, and ran to help the flag people to fight the fire, showing the gratifying results of national integration, but the problem was that there were too many of them, so many that all the gates of the garrison city were blocked, and the flag people in the city could not get out at all.

At this time, the fire behind them pounced like a monster that devoured everything.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Let the people inside come out first. ”

Zhang Shuke, the prefect of Hangzhou, shouted desperately behind the crowd, and the officials beside him drove the crowd weakly.

"Hurry up and put out the fire!"

More of the people around him happily rushed to the gates of the garrison city.

By this time the clever bannermen had already begun to climb the city wall and jump down, and it was better to break his leg than to burn it to ashes inside.

Fortunately, soon Zhejiang Governor Zhang Meng personally led a team of green battalions to arrive, Zhang Shu is the prefect of the Han people, in this case can only be caught blind, but Liaoyang Han Army Banner Zhang Mian can not care about these, he can not watch the masters burned to death in the city, with his order, his green battalion soldiers immediately brandished knives and guns to forcibly disperse a city gate of the people, and even Governor Zhang also took the sword to open the road himself, and finally cut a passage and rushed to the city gate, the flag people trapped there were taken out.

As soon as these men came out, they immediately cried out in their arms to their beloved governor.

"Quick, let's all go in and put out the fire!"

Governor Zhang, who had a white beard, held a blood-dripping sword, and while comforting the fledging bannermen, he shouted majestically to the people.

The people holding all kinds of fire-fighting utensils looked at the garrison city that was about to turn into a sea of fire, and looked at the corpses of the flag men who were burned into fried chickens inside, and they immediately lost their spirits, they were not stupid, and it didn't turn into barbecue when this fire went in, as for how many people died inside It was their business, anyway, there was a wall of the garrison city to block it, and it was impossible to spread to the outside.

"Let's all go in and put out the fire!"

Governor Zhang repeated it again, and when he saw that there was still no one moving, he immediately did not hesitate to raise his sword and cut down a common man to the ground, and in the latter's screams, he yelled viciously: "Those who dare to disobey the order will be punished as gangsters." ”

The people outside looked at each other, under the threat of the knives and guns of the soldiers of the green battalion, they reluctantly walked into the garrison city, and slowly began to put out the fire for the flag people, fortunately, at this time, the most fierce stage of the fire has passed, and the water source in Hangzhou is sufficient, and the people actually have sufficient experience in dealing with this situation, and the fire in the garrison city has gradually been controlled.

Of course, there are some things that are unknown in the process of fighting fires, such as......

"Quick, help Ye out!"

Shulu limped to the two young men who had extinguished the flames in front of the door and walked to his house, saying that his house had been burned to the ground, and that all the people in the house had been burned except for him who had survived by hiding in the water tank, and that even he was burned red by the hot water in the tank.

"Master, what's the matter with your leg?"

Two young men stepped forward to help him up, and one of them asked, looking at his lame leg.

"I was stabbed when I hit Jiaxing!"

Shu Lu said.

"Master, then you have killed a lot of people, right?"

"Of course, the heads of the barbarians who were cut off by the master back then are less than hundreds!"

Shu Lu said proudly.

Then he realized that something was wrong, and the two young men picked him up, not to go out, but towards the house where he was burning.

"You, what are you going to do?"

He shouted in horror.

"What? Bring you a good one for the people who died in Jiaxing! ”

A young man sneered, and the two of them lifted him up and threw him directly into the fire, and before Shu Lu could scream and get up, the burned roof just fell down, directly crushing him into the flames.

The two young men looked at each other, turned around and went out in tacit understanding, shouting for fire while rushing to the firefighting crowd in the distance.