The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 237 Lin Yu
In the cover of night, more than a dozen triple-barbed wolf-tooth arrows were suddenly shot out, and the musketeers in the front row fell down.

Lin Yu swung his long pickaxe and rushed out from the side. The panicked musketeers were unable to organize a counterattack and looked at the rampaging giant with horror on their faces.

Wu Xiao brought four soldiers with him, hid behind a row of cavalry, and skillfully shot and killed the musketeers who tried to fight back.

In a matter of moments, more than a dozen people were shot to the ground. The triple-barbed arrows tore at flesh, and those struck wailed in agony, rolling on the ground with screams that were not human.

Lin Yu, wearing two layers of armor, was like a ferocious beast, leading a group of Yang Mansion servants to be responsible for flank attacks.

Wei Zhao glanced at the big man Lin who was rushing in front, and couldn't help but take a breath. He called out to the two reckless servants in front: "Don't you want to die? Why are you running? Stay away from that guy!"

The guy was swinging a twenty-pound mace like a windmill, whirring and whirring towards the panicked musketeers. The military department equipped the musketeers with a musket, a one-handed waist knife, and a club or a sword. That was all their weapons.

The military bureau routinely withheld pay, forcing many soldiers to sell their swords to make ends meet. Not to mention their armor, which had long been secretly sold off by these veterans, leaving not even a scrap of metal behind. Only officers like sergeants and general flag bearers had armor.

Therefore, the giant mace in Lin Yu's hand became the ultimate killer here. Anyone who was touched by it would either lose a piece of flesh or a life.

Reloading matchlock muskets was inherently slow, and the musketeers' morale had already crumbled after the previous rounds of blows from the Tiger Crouching Cannon and the Divine Fire Flying Crow. Suddenly, a giant steel beast burst from the darkness. Looking up, they saw a mace, as thick as a bowl, whirring towards their faces.

What kind of experience is this? Anyone who doesn't wet their pants on the spot is definitely a tough guy in the army.

As the mace continued to harvest lives, many people regarded Lin Yu as the Zhangjiagang sea monster. They dropped their matchlocks and fled for their lives.

A servant looked at the tireless Lin Yu in front of him, and at the enemies around him who were constantly being beaten away, and said anxiously:

"Boss, what are we going to do? We can't just stand there like this."

Wei Zhao woke up as if from a dream, his eyes turned to the wolf fang, and he remembered his nickname Wei Yidao, and cursed:
"That guy's mace is too powerful. Let's stay away from him. Well, find the injured one and finish him off."

"Don't forget my name is Wei Yidao! I can kill one person with one strike."

Led by Lin Yu, more than 20 people bravely fought and killed all the musketeers who fell behind.

Two layers of corpses piled up on the narrow road: the bottom layer was the garrison soldiers who had just been killed by the explosion, and the top layer was the musketeers who had been hacked to death or shot to death.

Tian Ergeng looked at the scene of defeat in front of him with deep hatred in his eyes.

He originally thought that tonight would be an easy battle. After all, Shen Lian and his men had already fled to Zhangjiagang, which was a desperate situation.

I didn't expect that this bastard would be so desperate that he would kill so many people before dying.

It was understandable that the garrison soldiers were defeated, but I didn't expect that the water camp soldiers and the Five Cities Army were no match for the dozens of people in front of them.

However, Tian Ergeng was not worried. After the previous rounds of attacks, the enemy had suffered at least a dozen casualties. If they continued like this for a few more times, Shen Lian would probably jump into the sea and commit suicide.

The captain of the water camp reported that all the artillery pieces were being transported here and were expected to arrive soon. Even if Shen Lian and his men were gods, each one against ten, they would not be able to withstand the artillery shells.

Once the Portuguese cannons were in place, there was no need to fight with these desperate men anymore. They could just fire directly at the Fuzhou ship. As long as they sank the Fuzhou ship, Shen Lian would be unable to escape. They would be surrounded in Zhangjiagang and wait for death.

Tian Qianhu looked at the night sky. The morning star (Morning Star) was gradually rising in the east. He estimated that it would be dawn in less than an hour.

The factory manager would rush to Tianjin at dawn. Based on his understanding of Xu Xianchun, this person was narrow-minded and a hundred times more cruel than Wei Zhongxian. Now that such a big thing had happened in Tianjin, if he did not kill Shen Lian, he would definitely be caught as a scapegoat and eventually die in the imperial prison for no apparent reason.

Tian Ergeng shuddered and looked back at the group of Dongchang guards. They had not moved for a long time and their faces were black and blue from the cold.

"It's our turn. We're all veterans of the East Depot, so we won't waste time talking to you. Just one thing: Shen Lian, a captain of the Northern Pacification Division, isn't here. He's no longer your brother! Forget about past friendships. Charge forward and kill everyone. Let the Kaiyuan thieves see what our East Depot can do."

The guards agreed, and without further ado, these masters immediately drew out their goose-feather knives.

Some were attaching poison arrows to their short crossbows, while others were loading ammunition into their three-barreled muskets. These one hundred elite soldiers were hand-picked by Tian Ergeng from among the three thousand Jinyiwei.

Not only are they skilled in martial arts, but they are also well-equipped. Their weapons are far superior to those of ordinary Ming troops, and even better than those of many Yebushou.

Seeing the calm demeanor of the bandits, Captain Tian's nervousness eased slightly. He believed that a hundred bandits were enough to kill all the rebels.

Shen Lian still had at most twenty men left. A hundred men against more than twenty men would definitely not be a problem. Furthermore, the artillery would be arriving soon.

This time, Shen Lian and his accomplices have absolutely no chance of escaping.

Tian Ergeng nodded slightly, feeling pleased with his careful planning.

At this time, a scream from the front was heard.

"Tian Qianhu, Fuchuan, Fuchuan!"

Tian Ergeng casually glanced toward the shore, the smile on his face instantly fading. In the dim light, he could just make out the large, blessed ship, carrying the hopes of countless people, slowly raising its sails.

"The Fu Ship is about to escape! Look, they're weighing anchor!"

More people lit torches in front. Half a mile away, on the muddy and unclear Fu ship, several people who looked like water ghosts were climbing up and down the mast.

"It's over! Shen Lian is going to run away!"

A terrible thought came to Tian Ergeng's mind.

However, he quickly calmed down. The sea off Tianjin was covered with ice. Even during the day, an experienced sailor could accidentally hit the ice and lose the ship and people, not to mention it was pitch dark.

In his opinion, sailing out to sea now would be no different from committing suicide. Tian Ergeng sneered and ordered the group of soldiers:
"The rebels are exhausted and trying to escape. Chase them and kill them all!"

The morale of the foreign troops suddenly increased. They jumped over their horses and stepped on the dense pile of corpses, chasing the Fu ship that was about to escape in the distance.

Whoosh, two heavy arrows streaked across the night sky and slammed heavily into the two soldiers who were rushing in the front. The two men were like being hit by hammers and their bodies suddenly retreated.

Behind a pile of burning horses, Wu Xiao stuck out half of his head, then pulled out another heavy hooked wolf-tooth arrow and skillfully placed it on the taut bow.

The Hetian jade ring on his right hand loosened slightly, and with a buzzing sound, a heavy arrow flew out from the bowstring, passing over the layers of corpses, like a black lightning, and went straight to the target's throat.

The barbarian he was targeting sensed the danger and swung his knife to block his throat.

The heavy arrow hit the blade of the goose-feather knife, making a crisp sound, and the huge impact force caused the body to step back a few steps.

The arrow was so powerful that an ordinary person would have been hit by it. However, this guy had been training in the East Factory for many years, and a block at the critical moment helped him save his life.

"so close."

Before he could rejoice, a flash of cold light appeared, and a spear suddenly shot out from the darkness like a black dragon emerging from a cave. Before he could react, the two pieces of fish scale armor in front and behind were directly pierced through.

Banzi looked down at the gun tip that pierced his heart, with an incredible expression in his eyes.

In the darkness, Lin Yu hit the giant with a dozen javelins in his arms. After he succeeded, he immediately moved to the side. Just as he dodged, a rain of arrows fell on the place where he had just stood.

Pei Dahu shouted from a distance: "Don't worry about them, hurry up and catch up, the boat is leaving, if you can't get on it, you can't leave!"

(End of this chapter)