"Yaga, what's that?"

With the roar of the Ming army's artillery fire, the little dog who saw this weapon for the first time was at a loss in his eyes.

Is this the wrath of the gods?

Why is it so loud?

"Bang bang bang..."

Before he could figure it out, as soon as he fired an iron ball, it smashed into the city with a roar.

Hirado Castle was originally a brick and wood structure, and it was impossible to stop it in the face of a powerful iron ball.

The first guard of the Tiger Jiao Battalion has a total of 25 general cannons.

Twenty-five iron balls fell together.

The terrifying power smashed on the city wall, and the thick wooden fence with the mouth of the bowl was directly broken.

smashed into the houses in the city, and large holes appeared in the houses.

If the unlucky one is hit by the main beam, the whole house will collapse in an instant.

"The gods are angry, the gods are angry..."

The Ming army made the people of the Japanese Kingdom in the city panic, and they ran out of the house one by one with a scream, knelt on the ground, and kept praying for the forgiveness of the gods.

"Yaga! Fight back, fight back! ”

The little dog whose face was collapsed by a stone, ignoring the cut wound, shouted angrily, and the guards of more than 100 people immediately counterattacked.

But he was greeted by the speechlessness of the samurai.

What kind of counterattack does the other party take when they are so far away?

No matter how powerful a samurai is, how far can the arrows he shoot?

Bed crossbow or something, Hirado Castle has it.

But that guy from Matsuura, in order to protect the dock, transferred the bed crossbow to the dock.

Now it's all in the Ming Army.

So much so that in the face of an attack, they don't even have the ability to fight back.

"Poof!"

Seeing that the artillery had fired, the 1,000-member team of the Tiger Jiao Battalion pulled out a steel knife and shook his finger forward.

"Attack!"

"Kill."

The soldiers of the 1,000th Household Brigade, with a roar of rage, formed a battle formation and slowly pressed towards the city gate.

At the front of the attacking team, there were more than a dozen soldiers with shields, protecting several people from advancing quickly.

"Damn, the enemy is attacking, they are going to attack the city gates, go to the city gates and stop them."

Seeing that the Ming army had sent an attacking team, and one team was still attacking the city gate, the little dog roared angrily and asked some samurai to defend the city gate.

"Damn, there are still too few people."

Looking at the few samurai who ran past, and then at the thousands of enemies attacking, the dog's eyes were filled with despair.

At the same time, I prayed in my heart that the old bastard Matsuura would come back quickly.

If he doesn't hurry, not only will the city be gone, but his girl will also be difficult to keep.

The artillery is still roaring.

Driven by gunpowder, a ball of iron smashed into Hirado Castle, slaughtering the ignorant people who kowtowed, striking the city walls, and providing cover for the attacking soldiers.

Listening to the whistling sound overhead, looking at the Ming army getting closer and closer, the little dog hurriedly pounded the wall.

After all, his prestige was not as good as that of Matsuura, and those samurai still listened to him at first, and he could command his movements.

But after a few unlucky eggs, they were smashed into minced meat by iron balls.

The little morale he had finally gathered collapsed was gone.

In this section of the Ming army's advance, the hundreds of people who were originally guarding under him ran and died, and the rest were less than thirty.

If you can't get thirty people to fight thousands of people, fools know that it is impossible.

Glancing in the direction of Matsuura's run, he still didn't see any reinforcements.

The puppy gritted his teeth and decided to give up.

Although the power of beautiful women is good, after all, it is not as important as their own lives.

As long as you live, you must have a chance, and when you die, there is nothing.

"Boom!"

However, just when the puppy made up his mind with difficulty and was ready to run away.

In the direction of the city gate, an earth-shattering roar sounded.

The ferocious explosion made the whole world tremble, and the houses in the city that had been smashed and riddled collapsed by this shock, causing a burst of miserable howls.

"Yaga, it's over."

Getting up from the ground with difficulty, the little dog glanced at the city gate that had been blown up, turned around and ran.

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"Yaga, you all drip!"

Matsuura did not run away as the dog had imagined, but returned with rescuers.

Hirado is his territory.

In some territories, others recognized him as the master, and only then did the samurai follow him.

There is no territory, but no one knows who he is.

When the castle was breached, Matsuura exerted all his strength and finally gathered an army of more than 1,500 men.

At this time, after a series of wars between the north and the south, the number of men reached its lowest point.

Otherwise, they would not have thought of using sowing days to increase the population of the country.

Therefore, Takeda Nobunaga and others still have to thank these seniors for their hard work.

If it weren't for the efforts of these seniors, they wouldn't have had an army of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, and if they could gather 5,000 people, they would have been able to reach the sky.

Although the little gourds are now working hard to increase the population.

But this thing is not a crop that grows in the field, it takes time to accumulate.

The 1,500 people in Matsuura's hands, in the Kyushu Island area, except for those big masters, are already considered strong.

Most of them are not as good as him.

"My warriors, our realm is under enemy incursion, and now is the time to show your valority."

"I can promise you that if you defeat the enemy, you will be rewarded."

"And I will choose a warrior among you to be my son-in-law, to be my heir."

Matsuura, who was standing on a big rock, shamelessly, promised his daughter again.

As for the puppies.

Well, he's forgotten who this guy is.

In Songpu, I think about it, there are so many Ming troops, and there are only ghosts when hundreds of small dogs can defend them.

Besides, what's the point of living?

His daughter is not married yet, and as a father, he can give it to whomever he wants.

The samurai gathered together, hearing such a heavy reward from Matsuura, their faces flushed with excitement, brandished their katanas, and shouted: "Home board!"

Looking at the high-morale samurai, Matsuura nodded in satisfaction.

Although the number of Ming troops was a bit large, he was not afraid at all.

Although he didn't go to Daming to rob it, he heard it from the Japanese who had been there.

The sailors of the Ming Dynasty are indeed very powerful, but the combat effectiveness of ordinary soldiers is very poor.

Often a samurai could easily deal with five or six Ming soldiers.

Because of this, Matsuura felt that the more than 1,500 people under his command could completely defeat the invading enemy.

even defeated it and grabbed the Ming Dynasty's warship.

With the Ming Dynasty's warship, he is no longer him.

He also wants to learn from the Ashikaga family and experience the feeling of controlling the emperor and being the emperor.

"Let's go!"

Matsuura, who had recovered his confidence, pulled out his katana at his waist, waved it in the direction of the castle, and set off with more than 1,500 chaotic samurai.

On the other side, Wu Shan, who had interrogated the captives, learned about the situation here.

reported to Zhu Gaoyu as soon as possible.

Considering his troops, Zhu Gaoyu was also very cautious about his first contact with the regular army of the Japanese State.

An additional 3,000 troops from the battalion were sent to Wushan, and he was asked to settle the Hirado area as soon as possible.

At this time, Wu Shan also received a report that he had found traces of the enemy.

Wu Shan, who received reinforcements, left 500 people to guard the city and take prisoners, and the other troops led by him chose an ambush point and waited for the enemy to take the bait.

"Master, I feel that something is wrong."

In the middle of the mountain trails, the samurai of Hirado are advancing rapidly.

An elderly samurai, from the moment he assembled, his eyelids kept jumping wildly.

Years of war experience had taught him that this was a bad omen.

After enduring it for a long time along the way, the dangerous instinct grew stronger and stronger, and the samurai finally couldn't help it, found Matsuura, who was leading the team at the front of the team, and expressed the worry in his heart.

"Baga, your conscience is so bad, you dare to disturb the morale of the army, get down, otherwise you will die."

He was full of confidence and fantasized about defeating the enemy, and his prestige increased, and then he drove the Ming warship, defeated the Ashikaga family, and controlled the emperor's Matsuura, and gave the old samurai a slap with his hand.

The Ming Dynasty is a country that even Ashikaga Yoshimitsu has to submit, and if he Matsuura can defeat the Ming army, his reputation will definitely shake the entire Wa Kingdom.

Isn't this bastard cursed to say unlucky things to him?

Glaring viciously, the old samurai who retreated in gray, Matsuura snorted coldly, continued to pick up the fantasy just now, and smirked with drooling.

Good fellow, this is not yet a war, this guy is starting to fantasize about what will happen after victory.

The other samurai also looked at the old samurai with sarcasm.

"Some people seem to be really old, and even the courage of the samurai has been lost."

"Haha, that's it, when you're old, go back to the countryside and wait for death, stand up and lose face, it will only make people laugh."

"Haha, don't you know that when some people go to the village to condole, those village women don't look down on him."

Listening to the ridicule around him, the old samurai's face turned ugly for a while.

His eyes stared fiercely at the guy in the lead, and he secretly decided to find an opportunity to do it to relieve his shame today.

"Chirp..."

Just as the army of 1,500 people entered the valley, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the sky.

Before the samurai could understand what was going on, when they looked up at the sky, countless figures suddenly stood up on the small hillsides on both sides.

Even less than 10 steps away from them, there were hundreds of people standing here and there.

The men were unarmed, and one by one they were aiming at them with large wooden barrels.

"Nani?"

"Yaga, it's the enemy!"

"Run, we're in ambush."

The samurai were in disarray.

"Tweet ......"

The Ming army would not give them a chance to react, and the hundreds of soldiers closest to the little gourd, carrying a swarm of bees on their shoulders, shot condescendingly and wildly.

A swarm of bees used by the Ming people can hold 12 arrows.

More than 100 people and nearly 2,000 rockets, condescending, almost close to the face, their lethality can be imagined how terrifying.

What's more, on the other side, there is still an enemy who doesn't even wear defensive equipment.

Nonsense, who went to the village to condole and still wear equipment, how troublesome it would be to take it off.

"It's pretty good!"

Wu Shan, who was observing the entire battlefield on the hillside, looked at the little gourd that was bombarded by a swarm of bees below and almost wiped out the whole army, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

When he set off, Zhu Gaoyu moved all the bees of the Shenji Battalion, and many officers and soldiers still didn't quite understand it.

This thing has a short range, it's not accurate, and it's very troublesome to carry, so why bring this thing.

The reason why they have this idea is because the vast majority of officers have never seen the horror of a swarm gathering together.

In addition, the manufacture of a swarm of bees is too troublesome, and the requirements for arrow shafts and gunpowder are very high, and the cost is very high.

In order to save money, the imperial court did not equip the general troops except for the special troops of the Shenji Battalion.

Except for the officers who suffered from this thing, most of them don't know much about it.

But Zhu Gaoyu, who came from later generations, attached great importance to this.

A swarm of bees does have such and such shortcomings.

But it can't stand its scalp-tingling, dense and terrifying rate of fire.

The old man suffered a loss in this area back then, and he almost fell into trouble.

As the saying goes, if the accuracy is not enough, the firepower will make up.

If the power of a bucket and a swarm of bees is not good, then Lao Tzu will come with 100 barrels.

Thinking about the overwhelming, sharp howling, dragging the long rain of arrows with gunsmoke, and the terror rushing towards him, Zhu Gaoyu couldn't help but shudder.

So he ignored Liu Sheng's crying expression and moved all the stocks of the Shenji Battalion.

In addition to this, he developed tactics of use in the army in a swarm.

For example, in the face of an enemy with weak defense, you can fire when the two armies are facing each other, disrupting the enemy's formation and breaking the enemy's morale.

When ambushing, a salvo at close range can kill and injure a large number of enemies.

Obviously, Zhu Gaoyu's tactics were very good.

I don't know how it turned out elsewhere, but it was an absolutely devastating blow to this group of little gourds.

This round swarmed down and directly harvested 1/3 of the human heads.

"Kill!"

Before the smoke and dust of the swarm had dissipated, the shouts of killing sounded in front and back of the valley at the same time.

The officers and men who were ambushed in various places, under the leadership of the officers, launched a fierce attack on the little gourds who had been stunned.

Battles come and go as fast as they go.

In the face of an endless enemy, the little gourd, who had been frightened by a swarm of bees, did not care about his dignity, threw away the weapon in his hand, prostrated on the ground, and chose to surrender.

But the Ming army didn't stop, and rushed up directly to slash and kill.

They were disciplined, and were not allowed to stop their attacks until they had received an order to cease their hands until all the enemies in front of them had been cut to meat sauce.

Poor little nest melon, it was the ghost crying wolf that was chopped down.

If it weren't for the quick order from above, the rest of the little gourds would have to lie on the ground.

"Brother!"

Wu Shan, who was asking the scribe official to record the battle process, heard this title, and glared fiercely at an officer who walked over.

The officer who was killing very happily and was full of joy was glared at by Wu Shan, smiled embarrassedly, and hurriedly changed his words: "Captain." ”

Wu Shan snorted coldly, "It's not good to clean up the battlefield, why are you running here." ”

Wu Shan's younger brother stepped forward and said seriously: "That's the case, my brothers and I grabbed their heads, I led people to torture them for a long time, he just didn't say where the main force was, his mouth was very hard." ”

Then he looked nervous and guessed worriedly:

"Captain, do we want to go back immediately to prevent the enemy's main force from bypassing us and attacking the docks."

"Your Highness is there, and if you are frightened, you will be unlucky."

Looking at his younger brother's serious and concerned appearance, Wu Shan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

The Ming army has experienced so many years of war, which one is not a big battle of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands.

Even in that small part of Ceylon, there were thirty or forty thousand troops.

In the minds of low-level officers who don't know the situation, no matter how good the Japanese country is, it should be stronger than Ceylon.

So much so that many low-level officers who did not know the situation felt that the more than 1,000 people they ambushed were likely to be the vanguard of the enemy.

The low-level officers don't know, but as a high-level Wu Shan, he has a clear door in his heart.

What kind of bullshit workhorses.

He had already asked from the captive, and there were about 2,000 people under this master.

Some were caught on the dock, plus the hundreds of people guarding the city, and the remaining more than 1,000 are all here, which is completely worthy of the number.

I wanted to tell the truth, but my brother was so concerned that Wu Shan couldn't bear to dampen his enthusiasm.

He said to him: "This thief may be very cunning, you can ask again." ”

"No matter what he says, he must record it, and if he can get any important information, I will ask His Highness for credit for you."

"Don't worry, Captain, I'm sure I'll even ask what his wife's men are called."

Hearing that the eldest brother was going to ask for merit for himself, the junior officer rolled up his sleeves excitedly and went to interrogate again.

Looking at the distant back, Wu Shan shook his head and asked the clerk with a strange expression next to him to continue to record the battle situation.

Evening dusk, Hirado Castle.

All the people in the city were driven out, and under the watchful eye of the Ming soldiers, they knelt on both sides of the road to greet the big man they didn't know.

Zhu Gaoyu rode his sweaty horse, led the cavalry of the Fifth Army Battalion, and walked slowly with a cold look at the little nests kneeling on both sides.

Horses step on the country to enjoy the cherry blossoms, and the Han flag is raised under Mount Fuji.

This is the dream of every hot-blooded man, and it is also the dream of Zhu Gaoyu in his previous life.

In order to fulfill this dream, Zhu Gaoyu was even able to put his plan on hold temporarily, which shows how much he hates these little gourds.

Zhu Gaoyu worked in Jinling and went to the Massacre Memorial Hall more than once.

Every time he saw the cruel and bloody photos, as well as the records that made people gnash their teeth, Zhu Gaoyu's hatred for the little gourd rose in a straight line.

There are also those experts and friendly people who propose that hatred should be forgotten and that mankind should develop peacefully, and Zhu Gaoyu is even more contemptuous from the bottom of his heart.

So much so that every time he discovers this kind of remarks, he will turn into a fierce warrior and fight to the end with the other party.

It's a pity that they were outnumbered again and again, and they ended up vomiting blood by the other party.

There are also those little fairies who shout for freedom of dressing, Zhu Gaoyu wants to dig out their brains to see what is inside.

The seniors took off their clothes with their bloody lives, how did they have a face to wear on their bodies.

Thinking of all the things in his previous life, the expression on Zhu Gaoyu's face became colder and colder.

If you want to disintegrate a race, as long as you take away the backbone and blood of men, and take away the shame and kindness of women, you will succeed for the most part.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person and couldn't change all that.

Now that he has the opportunity and the ability, Zhu Gaoyu will not sit idly by.

Even if he delayed the time, so that he didn't fight the boss and them later, he would have to destroy these little gourds first.

He died, and this Ming is still from the old Zhu family.

But if he misses this opportunity, he will be unlucky and fail in the future, and history will still repeat itself.

In order not to repeat history in the future, Zhu Gaoyu would rather give up everything and come over to destroy the little gourd first.

(End of chapter)