The battle at Peony Peak is in full swing, and at this moment, in front of the Pyongyang City Gate, the general's cannon and stone fire arrows are blooming one after another.

The breech is a short Franc cannon, with a long tube and thick walls, a cannon chamber with seven or eight iron hoops, a powerful red-coated cannon, iron stumbling blocks fixed on the ground, and various general cannons of different styles. All spewing flames and projectiles like crazy.

The black smoke was thick, orange-red flames spread across the city walls, and the sound of explosions was deafening, and countless bows and arrows and iron projectiles were shot at the city walls, and the arrows were stained red with a continuous burst of blood.

The style of the Ming army's firearms is mixed, three-eyed firearms, clamping target guns, abduction guns, etc., but the power and accuracy of these firearms are extremely poor, far inferior to the firepower of the high-based city tower, but the range and power of the bird guns are unsatisfactory, Li Rusong only looked at it for a while, and then ordered someone to wave the flag.

In the Ming army array wearing a red tasseled black domed helmet, the wheels pushed a square fence box-like thing slowly approaching, and the constantly swaying leads that were scorched by the flames penetrated deep into the cannon chamber, and under the scorching flames, hundreds of flame long arrows rushed out of the boxes.

Hundreds of fierce tigers are running arrows!

The fire chariot charged ahead, carrying dozens of pointed wooden donkeys of the Ming army all the way to the city gate, the high cloud ladder set up the city wall with the residual temperature of the flames, the head was wrapped in a net scarf, and the Ming soldiers wearing mountain pattern armor carried rattan cards, held short knives, and climbed the city wall along the cloud ladder. The city tower came like dumplings under the soup and stones, and from time to time soldiers fell from the city wall.

The flags were stirred, the sound of killing was boiling, the soil and sand were splashing, the dust was full of fields, and the sky and the earth were dimly red.

……

Goto Kayoshi retreated again and again, and blood kept oozing out of his chest. Li Yan waved his iron spear, pulling the liver and intestines of the two Japanese who stopped him, and in the splash of organs and blood, a little cold light rushed out like a soul seeking his life, stabbing at Goto.

Goto roared in annoyance, and the naginagi sword slashed to meet him, and the sound of the sword and gun clashing smashed into people's hearts like hammers, and even sparks splashed out.

The stormy confrontation between the two was dizzying, and under the strong wind, a frightened wolf with frightened eyes couldn't dodge, and was directly blown off the head by Li Yan's whirling spear.

If Goto Kayoshi's naginata is an unstoppable bull, Li Yan's spear is a barbed iron whip, a fierce python that hunts for food, a set of solemn bearing, brilliant as the heavenly power of Huanhou's eight spears in his hands, fierce and weird like a black storm eye, tricky and fierce, from time to time licking Goto Kayoshi's body, outlining one blood flower after another,

"Boom~"

The naginata and the blade of the spear grazed against the sparks.

The armor of the Great Armor cracked and splattered out. The bloody head of the spear pierced Goto's neck armor, taking a large patch of flesh around his neck. Like a wounded beast, Goto Kayoshi flashed in front of his eyes with crazy bloodlust.

"Knock."

The spear was completely cut off by the naginata, and there was not a single burr in the flat section, and the head of the spear, which was still moving like a dragon just now, suddenly withered and fell to the ground.

"Die!"

Goto Kayoshi roared angrily and raised his naginata, and at that moment, the joy of killing stimulated him to the point that the wounds all over his body seemed to be warm.

In the darkness, he seemed to hear the sound of glass breaking.

At least a dozen bloody arrows poured out of his body, spilling down on the half of the spear on the ground.

Goto, who looked like a blood gourd, had an incredulous face, plopped, and fell to the ground weakly.

"The blood dip has reached the lethal point, the damage is exploded, the damage bonus this time is 201%, and the hook star status is invalid for 21 hours."

"Target is dead."

"Your Yanfu event progress has increased."

"Your purchase authority rating has improved significantly!"

Li Yan's eyes were dark, and he picked up a Japanese knife on the ground, let go of the enemy group in a night battle, grabbed his ring dragon sword and moved closer to the Ming army.

Wu Weizhong's fish scale armor was splashed with a burst of blood, and the general, whose hair was already a little gray, saw Li Yan kill Goto Kayoshi, his eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly: "Good boy! ”

"The general is dead ~ The general is dead ~ "

I don't know where there was a mournful roar, and the collapse of the battle line started from a small corner, and it was about to spread.

The head of the shouting Japanese was chopped off, and Goto Kayoshi's lieutenant's eyes were red and he yelled.

"General Goto gives the order! Retreat to the earthen fort! General Goto gives orders! Retreat to the earthen fort! ”

Wu Weizhong snorted coldly, and secretly scolded a stubborn resistance, and the soldiers of Jizhen surrounded the top of Peony Peak, and there was no suspense in the battle of Peony Peak.

……

"Ignition!"

Most of the gates of Pyongyang have fallen, and Governor Konishi sent heavy troops to guard the Qixing Gate and was violently blasted open by the Tiger Bottle Artillery Battalion of the Ming Army!

Billowing smoke of gunpowder poured out from the broken city gate, and a bright red soldier pointed at the front and took the lead in entering the city.

Song Yi did not wear armor, with arrow sleeves under his short-sleeved cotton jacket, carrying a red silk on his left shoulder, holding a golden tiger head spear with a thick wrist in his right hand, and hundreds of cavalry rushed in behind him.

The hooves of the horses were rampaging through the streets of Pyongyang, and the infantry followed closely behind to mend their swords, and suddenly a Ming rider pulled the reins of his horse, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Several riders noticed the abnormality and stopped their horses.

On the long street where the fog and black smoke were corrected, a big black foot pierced through the smoke and appeared in front of everyone.

Several Ming soldiers armed with bird guns and bows and arrows did not hesitate to aim and shoot, and the projectiles and bows and arrows sank into the body of the monster in the shadows, and the shadow flickered, and then stood firm.

"Don't panic, it's not like I haven't seen it."

A small flag officer waved his hand coldly, the first row of bird guns retreated, the second row of bird guns aimed, and the bow and arrow set up the long arrows burning on the arrow, and another volley was fired.

The rocket went out as soon as it hit the monster, and the smell of gunpowder and tung oil filled the long street.

A gust of wind blew away the fog and black smoke, and the entire long street was unobstructed.

On the stone slabs and bricks strewn with corpses, nearly 100 big-bellied demons were standing or squatting, looking sluggish.

The small, red fanged ghost lay on the mutilated corpse and gnawed at the flesh, blood flowing down the corners of his mouth.

In the shadowed alleys, there are festering, ragged rotting corpses watching the brightly clad Ming army on the long street.

All kinds of ghosts and ghosts fill the entire long street!

"What kind of monster are these......

The Ming army Xiaoqi trembled his throat.

The little fanged ghost stuffed his fleshy teeth, and three or two of them struck like lightning, about to hit the face of a Ming soldier, but no one had time to react.

"Bang!"

A ball of blood burst open.

Song Yi's face was expressionless, shaking off the flesh and blood of the spear head, and the big sword on his shoulder danced fiercely.

The scene in front of him was like a nose, but his face did not change.

"Pioneer-sama ......"

The little flag came back to his senses.

"Shut up!" Song Yi scolded coldly.

His eyes looked at the long street, and the cold light reflected by the sun converged on the tip of the tiger's spear.

"You bunch of shit!"

……

"Little ghost Kuroda, how long do you think those demons can stop the Ming army?"

Governor Konishi described him as haggard, and the fierce firepower and bravery of the Ming army almost crushed this old man who had been fighting horses for half his life.

Can you really seize the glimmer of life in the country of the rising sun, which Hideyoshi-sama said?

"This, it should depend on the resoluteness of the Ming army......"

Kuroda waved his arms for a while, bent down for a while, and jumped up and down for a while, as if he was doing sports, and replied to Konishi Yukinaga in his mouth: "Those demons and ghosts were suppressed by the luck of the national dynasty, but Daming came prepared this time, some were firecrackers, some were cannons, and some were generals." Therefore, those demons and ghosts in the alleys of Pyongyang City are destined to be the opponents of the Ming army. One day, probably for so long. ”

Governor Konishi then asked, "I heard...... The Ming Emperor believed in the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, and this march had the proud disciples of the contemporary Heavenly Master as the overseer, if he made a move, he would ......"

"If it is the kind of priest (Taoist) who knows how to manipulate the power of ghosts and gods (dragon and tiger qi) to make a move, it will not take more than two hours for the demons and ghosts in Pyongyang to be cleansed."

"What should I do?"

Konishi Yukicho looked embarrassed.

"So......"

Kuroda stretched one last time, finished moving, and grabbed the black katana on the table.

"Even if it's the last effort before the city breaks."

Kuroda opened the wooden door.

"If that guy dares to enter Pyongyang, I'll cut him."

The sun shone on Kuroda's body, gilding his face with a golden glow.

"Uncle Konishi, I like your concubine Miyoko very much, if I can come back, give her to me!"

……

"Master Gao Gong has an order! Those who have no official body on foot will return to the camp to listen to the tune, and the archers will receive 500 talisman arrows in each battalion. Master Gao Gong has an order......"

"You won't go to the front line, and you can't go to the front line in this life."

Yi Yu's head shook like a rattle. Spit splashed, righteousness Ling Ran.

"The purpose of my Heavenly Master's Dao is to save the dead and help the wounded, and to help the world. You want me to go to the front line now to kill the demons? Aren't demons also turned into innocent people in North Korea? This is inconsistent with the morality of my sect! ”