Chapter 384: The Purgatory City of Zhenjiang Fort

Zhenjiang Fort is already a Shura field.

On the city wall, there were scenes of joyful cutting off people's heads, and the heads were cut open, and blood flowed all over the ground, and the entire city wall was full of pools of blood.

Under the city wall, there are dead corpses in a place, blood flowing out, staining the ground, and in the moat outside the city wall, it is already blood-red, so that when the water of the moat flows into the big river, there is a sharp contrast, half of the river is clear, and half of the river is red.

"Quick, quick...... Quick, the marshal has an order, hang the body with the severed head at the head of the city, ......hurry up, the marshal has an order, hang the body with the severed head outside...... "The herald was half-squatting, under the protection of the battlements of the city wall, rushing to pass the military order.

Ermao, the man with a small banner, heard the order of the herald, and immediately tied the corpse with a rope that had cut off the head, tied this end to the battlement of the city wall, and then threw it out, and the body hung outside the city wall.

After several people threw the body out of the city wall, they sat down on the ground with their backs against the battlements of the city wall and began to rest.

Ermao moved a few times, picked up the human head from the bloodstained pile, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and smirked with satisfaction from time to time, the head seemed to be a little warm.

Soon, the walls were covered with headless corpses, and it was easy to tell from the outfits on those corpses that they were all soldiers of the Houjin Dynasty.

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"Mao Wenlong, you brute, Mao Wenlong, I'm going to kill you...... come here, come on, come on......" Amin trembled uncontrollably, and his mouth was full of curses and curses. Outside the city wall of Zhenjiang Fort, there were already densely hung headless corpses, all of which were the corpses of their Houjin.

The Houjin generals who followed Amin were also stunned, Mao Wenlong not only cut off the head, but also hung the body at the head of the city......

"Come on, give me a siege, siege the city, kill Mao Wenlong for me, kill Mao Wenlong with a heavy reward, Mao Wenlong, you can't die well......" Amin faced the headless corpses on the city wall, irritable as thunder, knowing that the siege would not have any results, but he still roared and attacked the city, and his emotions could no longer be controlled.

"Master, you can't go, you can't go, let's go, we can only send some more people to death......" A slave howled and hugged Amin's legs, not letting Amin move.

"......Get out of here" Amin couldn't stand Mao Wenlong's provocation anymore, his irritable temper couldn't hold back anymore, and kicked away the bag that was crying and blocking him, and he couldn't control his emotions and mind anymore, and there was only one thought in his heart, which was to capture the city and kill Mao Wenlong to vent his anger.

In addition to hiding the fear in his heart, this kind of thunder also has to hide his trembling all over his body.

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The horn sounded again, urging Houjin's soldiers to prepare for the attack.

Mao Wenlong held the telescope and looked at it for a long time, and after listening to the Tartar blowing the horn for a while, he smiled and said: "Then Amin is really a brainless reckless man, give me this excitement, and immediately come to attack the city again, hehe, this handsome can't ask for it...... Alas, I don't know how many heads I will send this time......"

"Dashuai, according to this style of play, the Tartars can't get close to the edge at all, and they will die as much as they come, and the more they come, the more they will die, then Amin is really brainless, and he will come to death immediately if he provokes Dashuai...... It's cheaper for us......"

"That is, the Tartars have no cannons, so they rely on their bows and arrows, swords and guns, and they still come to attack the city, I ......" A general spat disdainfully at the Tartars who came to attack the city.

Zhang Heng also participated in the chat: "Dashuai, in fact, the Tartars also have some cannons, but they are also some things that are not in the climate, and they are used to attack the city, I am afraid that the Tartars themselves will not dare to use ......, hehe, our Franco cannon, and the fight is far and accurate, if the Tartars want to use the cannon to attack the city, it is a wrong calculation, a wrong dream......" Zhang Heng also sighed, this way of fighting has been completely changed, without cannons, you can't get close to the city wall, and you can't get close to the city wall, how to talk about siege? And to build cannons, it is not easy to make them, especially these nomads in the north of the Ming Dynasty, if they want to build cannons, it is conceivable...... this link after ring, it can already be seen that the history of the Central Plains being harassed and plundered by the northern nomads is afraid that it will never return, from then on, it is another new world, these feelings, Zhang Heng also suddenly understood, however, these ideas, that is, buried in the bottom of his heart, will not tell others, because it is too weird.

"Staff Officer Zhang is right, if you want to say that we still have some treasures that we haven't taken out to use, then the tartar is so unbearable, hehe, Staff Officer Zhang, I see, your treasures, I'm afraid they won't be useful today......" Mao Wenlong saw the sharpness of this new method of warfare, and also had a lot of feelings, at first he was ready to put some secret weapons to use, but, according to the current situation, it seems that it is not necessary. ,

"The subordinates are all under the orders of the marshal, and the marshal can use it whenever he wants...... Zhang Heng replied.

Mao Wenlong smiled, looking very relaxed.

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The trumpets have been sounding for a long time.

The siege of Houjin began again, and the crowd of people like a tide, carrying siege equipment, roared with exhaustion, and rushed towards Zhenjiang Fort.

It was still the same strange scene, on the city wall, there was no human figure at all, and under the city, there were Tartars who were screaming and roaring to attack the city.

Behind the battlements of the city wall are a line of soldiers sitting against the battlements of the city wall. The hoarse shouting outside didn't seem to have anything to do with the people beneath the battlements.

"Ermao, the Tartars are attacking the city, are you afraid?" The little flag also rested against the battlements of the city wall, listened to the roar outside, felt that he had nothing to do, and began to talk.

"Boss, I'm not afraid at all, really, I feel very happy, didn't you say that Tartars are terrible? Why am I not afraid at all now? This Tartar is not difficult to kill, so I lit a few grenades, threw a few grenades, until now, I haven't taken a picture with the Tartar, and the head of this Tartar is now in hand again...... boss, did you fight like this before? Ignoring the blood stains on his head, Ermao kept holding the head tightly in his hand, as if he was afraid that the head would fly, and talked to his superiors while holding the head.

"Hehe, in the past, we fought with the Tartars, where there was such a light, listen to the Tartars outside, how lively is the shouting? But what about us? Hehe, sitting here and chatting...... to talk about the past, that's not the same, we all have to fight to the death, all of them are swords and knives, like us with a small flag, a battle, folding a few brothers are common things, this time we used a new way of playing, not a brother was broken, none of them were injured, this was in the past, it was impossible, hehe, thanks to these treasures...... Alas, if only there were these guys earlier......" The little flag happily patted the grenade on his body, and then sighed, looking unbearable.

The shouts outside were loud and loud, but the world inside the city walls was "quiet".

"That is, this baby is good, thank you very much, it wasn't Your Majesty who taught us this way of fighting, it wasn't Your Majesty who gave us so many grenades, we dare to fight like this? Dare to make such a cost? Throwing out thousands of them at a time, it's all money, who is willing to do this without His Majesty making money? A veteran immediately picked up the conversation and began to talk, as if the screaming outside was a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

"That's right, Lao Song is right, after fighting for so many years, it's the first time I've been so relaxed, and we don't have to worry about it outside, let's just sit under the battlements of the city wall and chat, wait for the shouting above, click on a grenade and throw it out, and then collect people's heads, this battle is fought...... Tsk, it's the first time I've encountered this thing......" That Xiaoqi listened to the old man's words, and also opened the chatterbox and pulled it up, no matter what kind of thrilling it was outside, what kind of siege scene it was.

"Boss, I feel full of energy now, I want to find a tartar to practice my hands, I haven't even seen a tartar until now, it's a pity......" Ermao finished speaking, holding the head, looking back at the city wall battlements, the city wall battlements blocked his vision, the situation outside, he didn't know anything, what was like outside the city wall had nothing to do with him, he couldn't see it, and he didn't care, it was sitting under the city wall battlements chatting and waiting. Waiting for the general flag, hundreds of households shouted, once the shouting was ordered, take down a few grenades, unscrew the lid, ignite it, and throw it out, Ermao felt that fighting a war was so simple.

In the face of Ermao's rhetoric, Xiaoqi and the old pawn smiled helplessly, and looked back at the battlements of the city wall, in previous years, they fought, where there was such a light, there would be a situation where there was no place to use, that time it was not a weak sit down after the battle to rest, it was the same as a death.

An old soldier was wiping his knife, and seeing that his team was chatting happily, he also interjected: "It's really boring, the knife that has been sharpened for so long is useless......

"If you don't have the strength to do it, come and help me make a fork......," complained a soldier in half armor in front of him.

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The battle is still the same.

It was still the sound of gunfire, and a few arrows shot out, which was considered an attack from within the city.

The Tartars rushed to the bottom of the city walls without resistance, still climbing the city with ladders and shooting arrows for cover.

However, it seems that there is no one to defend the city wall at all, except for the occasional figure, this city is almost an "empty city". ,

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Amin led the generals, and when he saw the tide approaching the city wall, the ladder was set up on the city wall, and in his memory, the pleasure of the city about to be breached came up again.

A clothed servant cried so much that snot and tears flowed all over his face, knelt on the ground, hugged Amin's feet, and pleaded incessantly.

"Master, I really can't go, I can't go, we don't have cannons, we can't get close, master, it's still too late to collect troops, no matter how late, it's too late, then Mao Wenlong deliberately hung the corpse on the city wall, so as to deliberately anger the master, master, don't be fooled......"

There are still people who have come to understand in Houjinli, but obviously they can't dissuade Amin from being angry.

Amin was already full of green muscles on his face, and he was so angry that he couldn't do it, if it weren't for the fact that this clothed slave under his feet would still be of some use, according to his temperament, I am afraid that he would have been cut with a knife. Watching the ladder on the city wall, the trace of luck in Amin's heart, the thrill of breaking the city, came up again. However, even so, it still couldn't hide the slight tremor of the fingers.

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"Grenades, ten steps, three hits, throw ......," shouted the general flag in charge of a section of the wall.

Ermao, a person with a small banner, skillfully lit a grenade and threw it out, not looking at the situation outside at all, but deciding how much strength he would exert according to the order of the general banner.

A burst of iron bumps flew out, like the first time, and smashed on the heads of the Tartars under the Chengxia, but the Tartars who had seen the thunder plow scene for the first time finally understood what these iron bumps were, and no one was curious to pick them up, but turned around and ran.

"......Boom, boom, boom......" A thunderous explosion immediately sounded under the city walls.

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There was a burst of thunder just now, and according to the usual drills, like this three-stage attack, they all threw grenades three times in a row, each time farther than the other.

However, this time, only the first batch was thrown, and the general flag shouted wildly: "**, the Tartars are running, fast, directly intercept in forty steps, intercept in forty steps, and intercept ......" The general flag passed through the periscope and had already observed the situation outside, and those Tartars began to run backwards when the first batch of grenades were thrown, so they shouted forty steps directly regardless of the order of the three strikes.

Ermao's team was still throwing grenades in the way of three-stage strikes as they usually practiced, but in the explosion of the thunder plow, they suddenly heard the general flag shouting that the tartar was going to run, and directly intercepted it in forty steps, puzzled for a moment, and added force to the grenade that was about to be thrown.

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There was a burst of thunder, the smoke rose, and Zhenjiang Fort fell into the smoke again.

The minion who had been holding Amin's feet stopped crying, looked at Zhenjiang Fort in despair, looked at the smoke of gunpowder, and muttered: "It's over, it's over, it's over again......

Looking at the person running out of the smoke, Amin blushed and clenched his palms, and the slight tremor became intense.

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Mao Wenlong squatted under the battlements of the city wall, and said disdainfully to his subordinates: "The Tartars have learned to run now, is this still a Tartar?" Aren't the Tartars boasting of being invincible? Why are all the eggs shrinking now? ”

A subordinate general said with a smile: "Dashuai, with our way of playing, he can't resist even if he has a copper head and an iron arm, and if the Tartar doesn't run, what else can he do?" Didn't the big handsome man want the Tartars to be unable to attack all the time? In this way, the 20,000 of them, I'm afraid that they will all have to be left here at noon today......" The general laughed lightly and happily, and there were a few explosions and a few gunshots outside from time to time.

Ministers, relatives and followers have begun to laugh at the ugly state of the Tartars escaping, today's battle, completely overturned the process of the previous war, in the past, they these generals, with their personal entourage, will be sent to various dangerous areas at any time, to make up for the gap, that is to fill with life, to fight for life, there is like today, just follow their own marshal here to see a scene, listen to a sound, and then pull it is over.

"It's changed, the way of the world has changed......" Mao Wenlong listened to the laughter of his generals and his entourage, looked at the Tartar who fled back in the distance, and muttered to himself.

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Amin blushed, facing the soldiers and generals who fled back, he didn't say anything, if this was in the past, it would definitely be a severe punishment, but today, Amin didn't know how to punish them, was they not brave enough? Or are they afraid of death? Or are they not working hard?

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"Tartar is retreating?" Ermao threw a few grenades, but he didn't hear the general flag shouting again, so he stopped and asked in wonder. Seeing that no one answered him, he was ready to stick out his head to see what was going on.

However, he was immediately scolded by his own Xiaoqi: "Ermao, you don't want to die......" Ermao suddenly remembered something and immediately retracted his head. ,

In some of the arrow towers, you can still hear the sound of guns being fired, and you can also see the arrows shot down from the arrow towers, and these guns and arrows are heading towards the Tartars who are still staying fifty paces away.

The battlefield that was still killing the sky just now was eerily quiet again.

On the city wall, there was still no one in sight of the previous siege, as if it was a dead city.

On the walls of this dead city, hang this dense headless corpse, the city wall, full of blood, even in the middle of the sun, it makes this city look gloomy and terrifying, under the city wall, the corpses in a place, the river flowing with red blood, makes this dead city seem "real", a dead city, a dead city, a purgatory city appeared under the scorching sun of the world.

"Ten thousand people are united...... Mount Tai can shake the ...... of loyalty and righteousness"

"Angry bullfighting...... The Lord will kiss me......"

"Better than parents...... Violating military orders......"

I don't know who led the singing, but in the "Purgatory City", a heroic military song was sung, and in an instant, countless strong voices stirred up, instantly filling the entire world.

"Hahaha......" After a burst of heroic laughter.

"Do you say you have no clothes? ...... with the Son"

"Do you say you have no clothes? ...... with the son"

"Do you say you have no clothes? Clothed with the Son......"

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A high-pitched, rich military song sounded, and the sound became louder and thicker, over the city walls, over the dead bodies, over the valleys, over the hills, and straight to the heavens.

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It was getting dark, and in the sky, a flock of black birds was circling.

The loud noise of the war during the day has long since stopped, and the dead bodies have long been salivated by the heat that has made these death messengers salivate.

Amin sat alone in the handsome tent, through the gate of the tent, you can see the Zhenjiang Fort in the distance, the Zhenjiang Fort has been lit, there is still nothing to see on the city tower, Zhenjiang Fort under the scarlet light looks so quiet and weird. The headless corpses hanging on the city wall, under the cover of night, look like a god, the scarlet light occasionally sweeps the dead corpses under the city, which makes the city look even more terrifying, the blood-red river, the floating corpses in the river under the illumination of the light, from time to time show a hideous face, a living purgatory city reappears in the world.

Amin, who had been staring at Zhenjiang Fort blankly, suddenly fell back in horror, and shouted in horror and misery: "Ghost ......, ghost ......"