"Where's the cannon?!" The Nanjing commander made Mu Chengye cry out in tears, "Why don't the damn cannons keep up!" Are you all going to hammer people with steel pipes? ”

In the cold winter, the soldiers below ran sweating profusely, and the beads of sweat flowed down the pocket, almost losing their eyes: "My lord! The ammunition is larger than Hongyi's caliber, so you can't stuff it! ”

"Fuck." Mu Chengye spit twice on his hand, took off the knife on the bird's gun, and threw it into the soldier's hand, "If you can't stuff it, take the knife and file it for Lao Tzu, the cannon fire is dyed like this, and if it goes on like this, the city of Nanjing will be broken!" What's so difficult in Shu, it's not so fucking difficult in God! ”

Not to mention ten days, Mu Chengye has lasted almost twenty days in this broken place, and Lin He's Sichuan army has not come to support. It seems that everyone is riding a turtle, and people can't help but sigh that it is really difficult for Shu Road to go to the sky.

Mu Chengye was able to lead people to fight guerrillas at the beginning, but after all, he was outnumbered, and more than half of the 20,000 people were lost, so he could only retreat to the city of Nanjing.

The Zhejiang Army and the Fujian Army were originally fighting the Japanese and had firearms in their hands, and this time they had all kinds of guns and cannons, and they bombarded the city wall of Nanjing without their lives.

The city wall of Nanjing was wide and thick, and it was also bombarded by cannons and fell stones.

Mu Chengye was so angry at this moment that all the blood on his head boiled and came out of his head. The little soldier who took the knife saw that the commander was bubbling white air above his head, so he secretly took a breath of cool air and went up to the turret to summon the news.

The rebels were very thieves, and they saw that what the Nanjing army lacked was fire cannons, so they deliberately hid far away, and the Hongyi artillery bombarded the city gate. Neither arranges for people to climb the city wall with ladders, nor does they hit the door with siege vehicles, but they catch the city wall and bombard it vigorously.

Mu Chengye took off the bow and arrow he was hanging, wiped the sweat on his face with his big hand, and shouted in a loud voice: "Rub fire oil on the arrow, and shoot it all out for me." "There are few divine machine rockets in the Divine Machine Battalion that can be used, and if they are released, they will not be used, so they can only use ordinary bows and arrows to survive and use them.

Arrows are also put up at the bottom, and a large handful of them are grabbed on the battlements, which can be regarded as recycling.

The arrows on the city of Nanjing were wrapped in cotton wool and stained with fire oil, and when they drew their bows and broke through the air, they caught fire, although they could not match the artillery, but they could barely support it for a while.

The winter of Daheng should be very cold, but the temperature on the Nanjing city wall has risen a lot, and the masonry is hot to the touch

Mu Chengye was so sweaty that he was tied up by the chain mail on his body, the clothes on his body were sticky, and he was reluctant to pour the little water in the pot, so he didn't dare to pour it on his head. In the end, I could only grit my teeth and endure it, and shoot the arrow downward.

He recognized Gong Laoba of the Fujian Army, and he had fought several times, but he didn't expect it to be-for-tat this time. Mu Chengye scolded his mother in his heart, and said in his heart, Gong Laoba is really not a thing, just kill corrupt officials and corrupt officials, but don't the people along the way also suffer? If he wants to rebel, he will raise his own team, what kind of ability is it to defect to the Japanese Bandits.

Although Mu Chengye also knows that many of the Japanese in Daheng today are still the victims of the disaster in Daheng, there are few real Oriental Japanese criminals.

There was a "boom", and I don't know how the cannon under the city broke the elevation angle, and a huge cannonball crossed the high wall and smashed into the city.

The tower at the end of the city that was hit was overwhelmed, and the bricks and stones rolled up in a clump of noise, almost half of which collapsed. The screams rang out on the spot - someone was buried in it.

The soldiers under the tower cried and shouted to pull people out, and the tower became a pot of porridge. Mu Chengye just fell down when the iron ball smashed over, and he was stumbling left and right, and he couldn't take care of this or that, and he was irritable.

He didn't even have time to wipe the ashes off his face, so he ran towards the turret, shouting loudly as he ran: "The tower is about to collapse, and this cannonball has not been defeated?" ”

Mu Chengye swallowed his saliva, he didn't dare to say any more.

This is Nanjing, and all the economic sources of Dahengtai are in Nanjing. The war in the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River has already burned, if this is really hit, I don't know how many things will be destroyed, maybe it will be a lifeline!

Now that the news has completely sealed the rebellious army, the post station has been blocked, and now the news is simply difficult to fly out, and there is no way to ask the Beijing division for other reinforcements.

Now in such a shape, if the Sichuan army does not come again, then I am afraid that the Nanjing army will have to fight to the last person.

Mu Chengye ran towards the turret quickly, only to hear a loud noise, which almost deafened Mu Chengye's ears.

Dizzy, he held on to the wall, and thought to himself—he had finally shot out.

But he didn't have time to rejoice.

Heavy artillery firing was originally troublesome and slow, but now it is necessary to add the step of filing shells, and it is not a long time to shoot a cannonball. Who knows how many Hongyi and how many Franc machines can be made in Nanjing today?

Mu Chengye propped himself up dizzily, feeling that his ears were buzzing, so he had to wipe his face.

How is it wet?

Mu Chengye thought it was the blood stains on his face, and wiped it a few more times, but suddenly felt that it was wet everywhere.

At this point, he finally came to his senses.

It's snowing.

Mu Chengye punched the battlements, and he was so happy that his skin was open: "Okay!" It's snowing! Heaven will not die, I will become a business! The flesh and blood on his fist were blurred, but Mu Chengye didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

It's snowing, and now the firebolts are all fireropes, and the cannons also need leads to point them. Not to mention the cannons in Nanjing, even the cannons below were all dumb and could no longer make a sound.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the sound of artillery fire below to die down.

There is still a difference between the snow in Nanjing and Beijing, the snow in Beijing is always pressed down like goose feathers, but Nanjing is not like this.

Nanjing is like throwing snow particles down, and the so-called "sprinkling salt in the air can be imitated".

It was such a snow particle that all the firearms of the rebel army under the city were extinguished, and they really all became copper pipes and steel pipes for beating people.

Mu Chengye held on to the battlements and laughed physically and mentally exhausted. He watched as the people under the city retreated, disappearing little by little outside the city gates of Nanjing, leaving only a few corpses.

I'm still alive, Mu Chengye thought so, Lao Tzu lived another day, happy. Gong Lao Ba of the dog day, I didn't expect God to let you enter Nanjing City. He laughed in the city for a long time, and he didn't know whether he was laughing at himself or Gong Laoba under the city.

At the very least, can you live a peaceful life for two days?