Beiyang new warlord

Chapter 188. The moon is red and the blood is redder

The whole beach is brilliant.

Countless flowering bullets, shrapnel bullets, and grape bullets released the most brilliant value of their lives in the sky above Linhaiwei. Exploding shrapnel and unrestrained shotgun bullets, like blossoming lotus flowers, blazed fiercely in the night sky. is good looking.

However, under the beautiful appearance, there is a cruel death!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Amidst the screams, a group of guard soldiers who just ran out of the barracks crawled all over the ground like pear blossoms in a rainstorm under the rain of bullets. The crackling bullets easily smashed the flesh and bone marrow, and sticky blood filled the air.

At the corner of the wall, a Ming soldier with a broken leg stared blankly at the devastation in front of him. Suddenly, a weird smile appeared on his face.

"It's beautiful to put flowers on, hehe!"

Beside this stupid soldier, another fellow soldier stretched his hand forward in despair.

"Do not!!!"

Under the roar, the completely brittle pillars that had been burnt collapsed. Amidst the sound of clattering, the watchtower weighing several tons collapsed. In front of the pile of rubble, only a bloody hand was left.

These guard soldiers of Linhaiwei are actually very pitiful. They are oppressed by their superiors, have no military pay, and even have to bear more than half of the tax revenue of the Ming Empire, but their existence is also the basis for those Jiangnan gentry to do their best. Jue's enemy, there are no innocents in this battlefield!

"how is this possible?"

Standing on the observation tower of Linhai Weicheng, the commander Wu Mengqi, who was over fifty years old, looked at the sea with his dim old eyes. The distance was too far, and in the dark night, he could only see the spraying of heavy artillery one after another. Under the cover of artillery fire, a group of Japanese Xiaozao rushed to the beach at high speed, and the Hachiman Bodhisattva flag, which symbolizes death, was flying fiercely.

He has been in the army for decades, this old guy has seen the last splendor of the Ming Dynasty during the Wanli period, and he has also fought against the Japanese pirates of the Longqing Dynasty, but this is the first time he has seen this hell-like artillery fire in his life, and it is also the first time he has been so completely feared devour.

"Master Commander! The Japanese pirates have landed. Mr. Zhao Qian asked for instructions, do you want to go to battle immediately?"

"Master Commander!"

The messenger who ran up in panic yelled three times, and the old man just came back to his senses, but the next second, before the messenger could breathe a sigh of relief, something horrifying happened to him. The old general ran down Guanlou at a speed not inferior to that of young people, snatched a horse, and disappeared into the night sky. He watched all this in amazement for a few seconds, and dropped his sword and armor. The little soldier also grabbed it.

Seventeen minutes after the bombardment, Linhaiwei of Shaoxing Prefecture suddenly fell, and the road to go south to Kuaiji, Shaoxing, and north to Lin'an, Hangzhou was opened.

From afar, it seemed as if the roar of the Japanese soldiers could be heard. The hand that had been holding Su Yi's little hand finally let go, took off the knife hanging on the wall, and raised his hand to put on the cloak and war robe. Mao Jue did the same. With red eyes, he walked out.

But at this moment, like the first ray of dawn piercing the sky, a cry finally rang in Mao Jue's ears. With trembling long eyelashes, Su Yi finally opened her closed eyes, and with a bang, the knife Throwing it directly to the ground, Mao Jue ran back in two quick steps, holding her hand tremblingly.

"you're awake!"

"Son, master"

The small and bloodless vermilion lips trembled weakly, and a smile bloomed with difficulty on Su Yi's pale face. At the first sight, the excitement made the Liaodong girl's frail body tremble.

"That's great, Su Yi, Su Yi knows, young master, young master, you will definitely not die! You will definitely not die!"

Her smile was like an angel's bright smile, which he will never forget.Slowly brushing away the strands of messy hair sticking to Su Yi's forehead, Mao Jue's voice was so soft that even he himself couldn't believe it, and he was smiling and comforting.

"The young master is here! It's all right! It's all right! Get a good night's sleep, tomorrow, we'll go back to Liaodong!"

"Um"

Although sometimes she loses her temper and eats a little bit of jealousy, for Su Yi, Mao Jue is her whole world. Under Mao Jue's pampering, a trace of fatigue hit her bright eyes again, Nodding her head, Su Yi obediently closed her eyes again, but before Mao Jue breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly opened her eyes again.

"Master, where's Miss Qin?"

Mao Jue trembled unconsciously.

"Sleep in peace, she's fine, and when you're better, you'll see her."

These days of torment, coupled with the fright during the day, Su Yi developed a high fever, exhausted, she finally fell asleep again under Mao Jue's gentle soothing voice.

Stuffing her little hands back into the quilt, Mao Jue couldn't help wiping the sweat off his forehead, picked up the knife again, and walked outside again. In the outside room, Zheng Duo was sitting on Mao Jue's sofa, holding He was reading a book of medicine. The old guy had been dealing in medicinal materials in his early years and knew a lot about medical skills. Su Yi's high fever today is all thanks to him.

"General!"

Seeing Mao Jue coming out, the old man closed the book, turned around and bowed, and asked lightly.

"But Miss Su Yi is awake?"

"Well, she woke up for a while and became conscious. I followed your instructions and let her go back to sleep."

"Well, as long as the Suyi girl wakes up, there will be no serious problems, the general can rest assured."

Zheng Duo also showed a relaxed expression, but bitterness flashed across Mao Jue's face, and he shook his head heavily.

"But, she!"

Outside, on the big table, covered with a white cloth, you can vaguely see the figure of a girl, leaning on the head of the table, sighing, Mao Jue slammed his fist on the table, ignoring himself His hand was like Li Shanhai's, shaking his jaws open.

Like Su Yi's smile when he woke up, what he will never forget is the girl on the edge of the tide in Haining today, who has been holding Su Yi until she dies. Going away, Mao Jue's heart was pressed down like a heavy stone.

"General! Soldiers are also ready to go ashore!"

At the door, Pang Pang Hai's deep and tough voice came in, he took a last look, grabbed the knife suddenly, and Mao Jue arched his fist at Zheng Duo.

"Don't worry, General, the old man is here, Su Yi girl will be fine!"

He didn't speak any more, and under Zheng Duo's return, he pushed open the door, and Mao Jue also went out abruptly.

"Here, Ji Xinda's rubbish wow! Wow wow wow, Hangzhou Smecta!"

The flames of Linhai Weicheng have not been extinguished yet, and a large number of ronin are already striding forward with greed, a total of three thousand real Japanese, and short warriors are riding on both sides of the even lower Japanese horses. Some rogue leaders raised their knives and yelled loudly. These pirates who were stimulated were walking like flying. There were also more than 1 Han Chinese smugglers who were hired by the merchants, and they were not far behind. Walking, for decades, the Eastern Sea Pirates have never encountered a big leader like Wufeng Captain Wang Zhi leading a big guy to do big things, and everyone's heart is full of flames.

Especially those wanderers, the darkness of the night couldn't cover up their ferocious roars like wild beasts. Along the way, the townspeople in the villages along the way didn't dare to breathe, and huddled tightly in the quilt.

Behind this messy team, just like the ancient Spartans, the regular army, which has always been extremely neat, is also rushing forward. Speaking of Mao Jue, Qi Jiguang is really ashamed. , but now they are using Japanese pirates as cannon fodder, rolling forward towards the city of Daming, with a knife in their waist and a gun on their shoulders, walking in front of the No. [-] and No. [-] regiments of the Southern Army, but Mao Jue's eyes are full of death.

Those Jiangnan gentry, Donglin Party, Fushe, and those salt merchants and wealthy families who are closely related to these forces, in his eyes, are basically the same as this gangster! It's just that Japanese pirates kill people with knives. Relying on knives to plunder, these wealthy families rely on Confucian etiquette and morality to kill people, and rely on the great principles in "The Analects of Confucius" to plagiarize.

Dog eats dog, no one deserves sympathy!

Hangzhou, West Lake, Luojia Manor.

The quarrel here is still going on. Amidst the sound of boxes, cabinets, and thunderbolts falling over, the voice of an extremely impatient young man came from the room.

"Elder sister? Are you sick? Moving house in the middle of the night? Stop making trouble, and pay me 500 taels of silver quickly. Brother Ang is still waiting for me in Ruanxianglou!"

He keeps saying that you have passed yours, and I have passed mine. Now Luo Zhen is stretching out his hand without blushing. He, however, today, the face of the usually indifferent female shopkeeper was full of panic, while yelling at the servants to pack up quickly, while turning around and anxiously yelling at this frivolous scholar.

"What about Ruanxianglou? The Japanese pirates have already appeared in Haining! You also hurry back and pack your things, let's go quickly and go to the other courtyard in Huizhou to avoid it!"

"Oh, big sister, aren't they just Japanese pirates? There are 8 people in more than a dozen guards by the sea, and there are twelve Shangzhi guards on the other side of Nanjing! These Japanese pirates will have to retreat in a few days!"