When the kid heard that Lu Ning was going to take him with him and was going to head towards the palace, he was even happier and happily picked up his rifle.

Who knows, Lu Ning handed him the love gun he usually used.

"With this one, it's even more powerful!"

This is a micro punch, which is not produced by Lu Ning Arsenal, but he signed in, with a sight with low-light night vision on it, even if he has a lot of money, he can't buy it.

Zhu Xiongying has long coveted Master's gun, but he has never dared to ask for it.

Who knew that the master was so happy today that he actually gave him his love gun, and he hurriedly saluted Lu Ning respectfully.

"Thank you, Master, I will cherish it even more."

"Let's go."

The island is very large, with garrisons and a small royal city that directly encompasses the largest freshwater lake.

There are some Dongying Japanese soldiers stationed on the periphery, and these people are all holding quite sharp Japanese knives, which should be Lu Ning's old enemies.

Seeing that Lu Ning led people to kill, Taro Inoue, the leader of the Japanese bandits, brandished his Japanese sword and rushed towards the Ming army.

"Damn the Ming Dynasty army, you destroyed my Dongying, and we became lost dogs, so I will find you to settle the account today!"

The distance between the two sides was very close, and it was too late to use bows and arrows at this time, but Lu Ning and the others didn't plan to talk nonsense with them at all.

The soldiers who rushed to the front row immediately began to arrange, the first row immediately lay down, the second half crouched, and the third row stood, taking turns shooting.

Before these guys could fight hand-to-hand with the Ming army, they turned into rows of corpses.

At this time, the red-haired army at the head of the city grunted.

Lu Ning didn't have a translator here, so he didn't know what the other party was talking about.

He was about to give the order to pull the cannon over and attack the city, when he suddenly found that many people were pushed on the top of the city.

Lu Ning looked at it, these people were not soldiers guarding the city, but some ordinary people, including men and women, and even some children and babies.

There was a red-haired soldier who threw a common man to the city, and then intimidated the Ming army with all his might.

Although there are no people around Lu Ning who are proficient in the red-haired language, looking at their actions, he also knows what they mean.

"Don't go forward, or they'll all be killed."

These generals brought by Lu Ning were all born at the bottom of society and experienced the most brutal anti-Yuan struggle, and everyone was filled with righteous indignation when they saw ordinary people being tortured like this.

"These red-haired ghosts are simply inhumane, and they can't let them die well!"

"General, give the order to attack the city, the last general promises to kill all these red-haired ghosts!"

These ordinary people, although they are not just the Ming people, but also the natives on the surrounding islands, but their lives are equally precious.

Not only Lu Ning, but even anyone in the Ming army could not ignore the life and death of the people and hostages, and give an attack order without authorization.

Seeing that the deterrence was ineffective, one of the red-haired ghosts suddenly pointed the dagger at the heart of an ordinary person and prepared to go under the knife.

Although the Ming army has been in battle for a long time, they are also terrified when they see this kind of scene.

Lu Ning quietly commanded the soldiers.

"Stand back, don't act rashly."

At the sound of an order, the besieging Ming army slowly retreated.

At this time a hanging basket was lowered from the city wall, and a man came down from the hanging basket. This person held a white flag in his hand and walked towards Lu Ning and them.

The guns on the Ming army's side had already been set up, and they were waiting for Lu Ning to give an order to beat this hateful guy into a sieve.

The man suddenly said in the language of the Great Ming.

"Don't fight, don't fight, I'm also from the Ming Dynasty, everyone is their own person, don't shoot me."

Lu Ning glanced at the Chinese officer, and the Chinese officer shouted and asked.

"Since you are from the Ming Kingdom, why do you want to be a slave to the people of the Hongmao Kingdom? Is it so comfortable to be a traitor? ”

The man was silent for a moment, and then said embarrassedly.

"I started to go to the South Seas when I was a child, and I met people from the Hongmao Country on the way, and I had to do it as a last resort in order to survive."

"In that case, you're going to give the red-haired man his stinky feet, what are you doing here?"

"On the orders of the king of my family, a general from the kingdom will speak, and the two countries will fight each other, and you should know this if you don't kill it."

The lieutenant officer's face was pale, and a traitor still had so much nonsense.

"What to make, I think you're shit! Say, what are you going to say to our general? ”

The man smiled awkwardly and said.

"This is not the place to speak, I want to talk to your general."

At this time, Zhu Xiong, who was following Lu Ning's side, was already pale, and he cursed in his mouth.

"Since you are shameless, and you still have to talk on your face, I will send you to the western sky!"

Saying that, he raised his gun and was about to aim, but Lu Ning stopped him and said.

"Call that guy here, and I'll hear what he has to say."

After a while, that guy came to Lu Ning, looking very weak, but he was extremely arrogant.

In front of Lu Ning, he held his head high and stood without kneeling.

"Boldly come to the envoy, why don't you kneel when you see the general?"

The man said, holding his head high.

"On behalf of my family, King Zhenhai Tian, I have something to talk to General Lu."

Lu Ning snorted and said.

"Come on, give him reason, and let him know the etiquette of the kingdom!"

Zhu Xiongying couldn't help but jump out all of a sudden, grabbed the guy's glass, and crackled his mouth.

It took thirty or forty in a row to throw the guy on the ground.

When he looked at his hand again, he found that it was a little swollen and painful, so angry that he kicked the guy hard.

"This bastard thing, his face is so thin, it makes the master's hands hurt!"

The guy was pumped to the ground and begged for mercy.

"Stop fighting, if you fight again, you'll die."