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Wang Haiyang They don't plan to waste their sharp energy on a stockade, anyway, there is an artillery piece in the back, so let the artillery crew solve this trouble. They arranged for the infantry to rest and wait outside the camp, eat some dry food, and by the way, they rescued the wounded of the Ming army.

Most of the wounded were of little salvage value, but a dozen unscathed captives were captured, who were lying on the ground and pretending to be dead. The reputation of the wounded who were sent back to Qiongzhou for not mistreating the captives spread on a small scale, and some of the captives had been in contact with the wounded in the city before, and from them they had learned how to save their lives in the face of the short-haired muskets - play dead or surrender, in short, do not take the hard.

Beiwei interrogated a few with great interest, but did not get any more valuable information. They have long been aware of the various conditions in this water village, including the various situations in the city over there, and the plan has been drawn up, and now it is just a step-by-step implementation.

At half past nine in the morning, the artillery crew, which had been tossing for more than three hours, finally appeared with their lone seedling. The donkey brought on the boat from Lingao refused to go into the water, and Shen Yanei and others had to act as cattle themselves, humming and chirping all the way to drag the cannon to the front of the position, facing the gate of Baisha Village.

"Okay, let's scare them with a few high-explosive bombs, and if they still refuse to surrender or flee, put on incendiary bombs and burn them clean!"

Lin Shenhe was thinking about how to maximize the effectiveness of his labor along the way, although there was only one artillery, but there were plenty of shells. \\\23hh.cc\\\ If it weren't for Pang Yu and others insisting on using high-explosive bombs first, he would have wanted to directly use incendiary bombs and scattered napalm to deal with this kind of wooden camp, which is really a big killer.

The Ming soldiers behind the walled wall had no choice but to watch in horror at the short hairs outside and toss slowly. The 12-pounder bronze cannon did not look very powerful compared to the generalissimo and the like that were cast by the Ming Empire. The number of places alone doesn't seem to be enough to scare people. However, now these Ming soldiers are very clear - the firearms in the hands of the shorthair are absolutely different from what they know, and the power of those hand-held firearms alone is far beyond their imagination......

"Bang...... Bang ......"

The bronze cannons here were not ready, and several small cannons in the stockade fired first. It's just that it's still the same old problem - these Ming soldiers never seem to know what the actual range of their firearms is, and they hurriedly lit the fuse. The things that are shot, whether it is iron balls or broken iron sand, can't reach the gun position here at all, and it feels more for courage. \\\23hh.cc\\\

The artillery crew didn't pay attention to it at all, and it was still what to do. It's Hu Kai's itchy hands. Sneaking up close, he returned two shots, killed one of the gunners, and then fled back under the angry pursuit of the opponent's bow and arquebus.

"That's a lot of work. Let's see how we can do it......"

In the proud proclamation of the deep ya, the 12-pounder bronze cannon finally spoke. The shells fell into the Ming army's fortress. It was hard to see what was blown up, but the orange-red fireballs that rose up and the massive panicked shouts that erupted into the ground were a testament to the power of the shells.

One cannon, only one cannon was fired here, and the Ming army camp boiled like an ant nest that had been watered. Countless Ming troops opened the front and rear gates and swarmed out - not to attack, but to escape.

About seven or eight hundred Ming soldiers abandoned their camps. Weapons, flags. Even in uniform, a swarm of bees rushed in the direction of Qiongzhou Mansion. Only a moment later, the barracks, which had just been deep and steep, was completely open to the attackers.

They waited patiently for another twenty minutes, until no one ran out of the village again, and then they cautiously crossed their waists with their guns and touched the Baisha Village like devils entering the village. **dushuge.com**

Not all the people in the camp ran away, and there were still many old people, women and children, who saw the short-haired soldiers coming in. They took refuge in dilapidated houses. Or simply kneel on the ground and kowtow.

There was a mess of knives, spears, flags, and other things scattered on the ground, and some kind of rotten food was still boiling in a large cauldron. Hu Kai tasted a little bit curiously, and then quickly spit it out. Although it is a barracks, it now looks like a small mountain village.

Ling Ning and the others were most concerned about the condition of the wharf, they first went to the seaside wharf to check, and were disappointed to find that the water depth here was still too shallow, and the Qionghai still could not dock, and it seemed that the materials could only be transported by barge.

As the intelligence suggests, the boats moored at the dock are almost gone, except for a few dilapidated ones that cannot be launched again, or a few small wooden rows that are too small to be used to cross the strait. However, there is a ship repair yard by the sea, stacked with thousands of square meters of old wood, which is quite a good harvest.

When the group was inspecting, they suddenly heard a quarrel in the camp, and when they looked over, it was Wei Aiwen, the leader of the second platoon, and Ao Sayan of the third platoon arguing.

"Aren't you looking for trouble, what kind of house are you burning when everyone runs out? \\\23hh.cc\\”

In the face of Taiwanese accusations, Wei Aiwen and several of his soldiers stood beside a thatched hut with torches on their faces.

"They're just fleeing, and if they don't burn down this camp, it won't be long before they come back together."

Xiao Wei's reasons are also quite sufficient, but Ao Sayang doesn't care at all:

"It doesn't matter, we will probably be able to take the state capital in one day today, and when the time comes, the soldiers here will also surrender, if you burn down the house, we will have to find a way to resettle it when we go back, is it too much."

"At least for now, they're still enemies."

Xiao Wei still insisted, this little guy has been quite hostile to the Ming army since he was captured. Pang Yuxie and the others on the side smiled bitterly when they heard this:

"You kid is really stubborn, you don't care about staying behind anyway, it doesn't matter if you force them to go up the mountain to fight guerrillas, right?"

couldn't convince this kid alive or dead, so he had to find Wang Haiyang in the end, and after listening to the reasons of both sides, the latter looked at the broken grass huts that were still in and out of the ground, and shook his hand at Wei Aiwen:

"Forget it."

Xiao Wei dropped the torch and left, but the expression on his face was still indignant. ^^ dushuge debut ^^

After lighting a fire in the camp and having lunch, and resting for an hour, it was estimated that the deserters should climb to Qiongzhou Mansion anyway, and then the attacking troops here set off slowly on the road to "attack" the undefended Difu City.

The artillery brothers found a few mules in Baisha Village, and also found a large cart loaded with ammunition, so they finally didn't have to pull the fiber themselves. But soon, Shen Yanei encountered the trouble of driving cattle again, these Hainan mules couldn't understand their shouting, and they didn't obey after driving for a long time, and Lin Shenhe and others, who were angry, scolded that it was better to pull the cart themselves.

Later, it was a local infantryman who stepped forward to help and took care of the livestock. The infantrymen were in awe and curiosity about the cannon. When they passed by, everyone had to come up and touch a gun, and the body of the cannon was shiny.

"Yanai, your cannon is very bright."

"yes, it feels bigger and bigger the more you touch it......"

A group of modern lads giggled and joked about the **, laughing endlessly along the way. It's not like going to war, it's like an outing.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, this small attack team traveled all the way to the outside of Qiongzhou Mansion, the ruling center of the Ming Dynasty on Hainan Island was closed at the moment, and the city wall was densely covered with knives and guns.

"Didn't you say that there was an internal response? What about our internal responses? ”

Ling Ning and a group of guys who came to join in the fun looked around with binoculars, and Lao Xie and the others swore that as soon as the troops arrived at the state capital, someone would open the gate to greet them, so they walked slowly along the way, and planned to go directly into the city for dinner.

"Wang Xinzhi, what's going on?"

Lao Jie, who felt embarrassed, looked gloomy, and happened to see a white-faced man coming over with Zhang Xiaoshan and other investigators, and immediately brought it over and asked in a low voice, and the man also had a bitter face.

"I don't know if it's a little one, Uncle Xie, I talked to those people in the city yesterday ......"

This Wang Xinzhi was also one of the Ming soldiers who had been captured before, and he had a good relationship with Zhang Ling, and later joined the short-haired team on the recommendation of Zhang Ling. However, he is not from Shaanxi, but a native of Qiongzhou Prefecture, a standard local snake. Before he was recruited to join the Ming army, he was a famous scoundrel in the city, with more than ten splashes under his hands, and he was also a small tyrant in the city. After joining the army, he was appointed as a small leader, with more than a dozen people, and was nicknamed "General Fei" - describing him as running fast in both fights and battles, and the enemy could not catch up with him.

This time, Lao Xie conspired with Lao Yan and others in the city, and naturally sent this Wang Fei general back to contact the old department, planning to make a fifth column out of the city. It's always been very smooth, according to him, until two days ago, it was fine, just wait for the short hair to come and open the door and surrender, what should everyone do.

"It's just that three days ago, a poor sour, claiming to be a newly appointed Qiongzhou magistrate, as soon as he came, he gathered the officials in the city, and then cleared the streets and closed the roads, saying that he wanted to defend the city to prevent bandits...... If it hadn't been for my brother's early report, even I would have almost been stuck in the city and couldn't get out......"

Wang Xinzhi muttered and instigated, and saw that Xi's face was becoming more and more unhappy, so he quickly cut back to the topic:

"Lord Yan, they originally said that they could think of ways to coax the poor sour, he is on the rise these days, and it will be fine when he gets tired for a long time, but I didn't expect you to come over at this time......

Lao Xie snorted and turned his head:

"A little trouble, brothers, there is a new 205 chief in the city, and I am afraid that the original plan will be changed."

"There's nothing to change, I didn't expect it to be so simple."

Wang Haiyang responded indifferently and looked at the closed city gate building:

"Just blast it down"

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