Haisheng Mingdi

Chapter 57 Death Battle
Hundreds of Tartars surrounded Meishan stronghold.

After a lot of ghost roars, no one in the village paid any attention to them. This made the Tartars very angry. The leader, a vest with a scar on his face, pulled out his knife and ordered the massacre of more than 100 people surrounded by them on the spot.

After a burst of screams.

The more than 100 people who did not come and fled into the village, regardless of the old and weak, women and children, all died on the spot, blood stained the ground, and they died with grievances.

After killing all the people, the Tartars sent a Wuzhenchao Hahan army to speak out.

"Surrender, or die!"

The Ertazi with a strong accent from outside the customs shouted at the stronghold arrogantly, and even made insulting gestures towards the stronghold.

Huang Zongxi gritted his teeth, "Bring me my gun!"

Huang Zonghui hurriedly handed a loaded Lumi blunderbuss to his elder brother. This blunderbuss was improved by Zhao Shizhen, a master of firearms in the Ming Dynasty, based on the research of Japanese bird blunderbuss.

Ordinary blunderbusses are four feet five in length and weigh four and a half catties.As for the improved type, the gun barrel is lengthened, and the longer it is, the more powerful it is.

Huang Zongxi's blunderbuss is an improved blocker blunderbuss with a long range and high power. It not only has a front sight, but also has an improved firing device. He raised himself up again.

There is also a steel knife at the end of the gun bed, which can be turned upside down and can be used as a saber for close combat.

Zonghui handed the blunderbuss to his eldest brother, and then took out another Lumi blunderbuss to continue reloading, while Huang Zongxi lit a matchlock and wrapped it around his wrist.

This Fushe candidate who dared to take out a Tibetan awl to assassinate his enemy in the public trial of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and who was able to actively go about attacking the officials of the dynasty in Nanjing, was not an ordinary literati.

He can not only write poems and Fu retro articles, but also ride and shoot.

With Lu Mi in his hand, Huang Zongxi gritted his teeth and aimed at the second Tartar who was still showing off his might in front of the stronghold. The Jianzhou Jurchen Tartars are hateful, and these coat-coated slaves who work for tigers are even more hateful.

The Han people are wrong, and they have to be Wuzhenchao Hahan army flag-coated slaves.

Take a deep breath.

In Huang Zongxi's eyes, only the Tartar remained, and it became clearer and clearer.

Feel the wind direction and speed, and judge the distance.

He fine-tuned the Lumi gun.

Lock and pull the sheet metal machine.

There was a loud bang, and a puff of blue smoke rose.

The second Tartar who was more than fifty paces ahead of the village dropped his vest in response to the gun. Although he was wearing a cotton armor with copper nails, which had good protection against lead bullets, this Tartar was too arrogant and didn't seem to expect this. In Xiaozhaizi, there are such fierce firecrackers and such powerful firecrackers.

A gun hits the face, the leather helmet with the long helmet gun only protects the head, and even the added throat guard only protects the neck somewhat, but the face is completely unprotected.

The improved sniper Lumi blunderbuss not only lengthened the barrel, but also made the lead bullets heavier.

Lead bullets are inherently soft, but they have a strong stopping power. Compared with the bullets of later generations, this type of bullet lacks penetrating power, but its stopping power is still terrible.

The buckshot hit him in the face, cracked and deformed, and smashed half of his face.

This is the power of heavy muskets and the horror of lead bullets.Although it has a slow initial velocity and does not have strong penetrating power, the rupture and deformation of the lead bullet after hitting the target will cause a terrible cavity in the human body, and even if you have armor defense, it will still cause serious damage. severe blunt trauma.

This is also the reason why cotton armor has stronger protection than traditional iron armor in the face of muskets. Cotton armor has better cushioning force, which iron armor does not have.

The unprotected face was hit by Huang Zongxi's blocking Lumi gun at about fifty steps, half of his face was smashed, he fell off the horse, and died.

The man who was frightened by the horse stood up, and dragged the fallen body still hanging on the stirrups and ran all the way back.

With a blank face, Huang Zongxi handed the empty Lumi gun to his brother, took another loaded one, and held another gun, but this one missed.

The target was too far away, and he was already on guard, he just hit the ground behind him, but also made the man run away on horseback in fright.

There was a burst of applause in the village.

So morale.

there.

The leader of the Tartars, the white-armored soldier in quick-silver armor, was also taken aback, and hurriedly stepped back dozens of steps, and stopped after more than 100 steps from the village.

He squinted his eyes and looked at this small village. He never thought that he would run across the north and south, from Liaodong to Liaoxi, from outside the pass to inside the pass, from the north to the south of the pass, and he would encounter such a cold gun here.

"The gunslinger!"

There is actually a gunslinger, which means that the village is not completely defenseless.

But this shot also made him very angry. He recruited several officers and yelled and cursed at them.

Immediately afterwards, he ordered again and again.

The Tartars ran again, but this time, hundreds of real and fake Tartars rode together and galloped around the stockade.

These people are very skilled in riding, roaring and galloping, when they rushed to the wall of the village, they shot an arrow at the wall.

Arrow feathers fluttered, seven or eight of the volunteer recruits from the Shizhong Camp defending the stronghold were inexperienced, and were shot by surprise, and one fell down the stronghold screaming and fell into the tiger's mouth.

"Raise your shield!"

Huang Zongxi yelled loudly, and also shrank his body under the wall.

A big arrow nailed hard on his shield, and through the shield, it hurt his shoulder.

The Tazi's cavalry shooting suppressed the recruits from the Shizhong Camp on the wall for a while, and then they separated out, approached the stockade on both sides, dismounted directly, raised their infantry bows, and shot at the city.

These step bows are larger than riding bows, and can shoot farther, at least they are more than seven-power bows.

For a time, arrows rained down.

Another two teams of Wu Zhenchao and Ha Ertazi got off their horses, rushed to the wall with hooks and others, and prepared to force their way up the wall of the village.

Meishan Village is just a small village, and it can play a big role in clan fights for land and gangs, but it looks so weak in the face of these fierce and elite Tartars.

Huang Zongxi put his shield on his head, carefully observing the tide-like offensive of the Tartars.

"Fight back, we can't let them rush up like this!"

Many recruits from the Shizhong Battalion were beaten so helplessly that they crouched in the corner holding shields or something, and dared not get up, let alone fight back.

Seeing that the Tartars were unstoppable, Huang Zongxi asked Zonghui to hand him the gun.

"Bring a gun."

After receiving the loaded Lumi blunderbuss, he quickly aimed at a Ertazi who was rushing forward with a hook, and slammed the blunderbuss over, sending him flying up to the ground.

He handed the empty gun to Zonghui, took the newly loaded gun, and quickly fired another gun, wounding another Ertazi again.

However, his two blunderbusses showed great power, but they also attracted the attention of the Tartars. After a ghostly scream, more than a dozen arrows shot over. Huang Zongxi hurriedly raised his shield, but he was still hit by an arrow in his arm.

At this time, Feng Jingdi and the others were all firing matchlock guns at the city.

Lu Yuding even commanded a few soldiers from the countryside, carrying a gun and blasting it at the city. This kind of gun, which is equivalent to a super-sized bird gun, looks like a gun and a cannon. One person has to carry it on his shoulders and one person supports , one person aimed and shot.

Although the accuracy is average, it can be loaded with lead bullets to hit far away, and it can also be loaded with shotguns to shoot in groups. The momentum is quite scary.

Under the city, the leader of the Tartars rode on his horse and kept an eye on the stockade, calling for orders to adjust the offensive from time to time.

Obviously, this Tartar is like an experienced wolf. They are constantly probing to find the loopholes. Xiangyong, who has not been trained much, although he is defending by the stronghold, he is fighting in a mess and is very passive. He has just started fighting, and it is already dangerous.

The village is precarious and may fall at any time.

At this time, several big households in the village even wanted to escape through the back door, as there were no Tartars there yet.

"Brother Feng, you immediately lead a team to guard the back door, and don't allow anyone to open the door to escape. Don't fall for the tricks of the Tartars. Surrounding the three gates is the simplest killing move in the art of war. Wait until they leave the stronghold , How could they outrun these horse-riding Tartars? Then there is no danger to defend, and they can only be massacred."

Besides, if this person starts to run away, what kind of morale will there be in this village?I'm afraid that morale will collapse immediately, and everyone will rush to escape, and they will become lambs slaughtered by the Tartars at will.

"Tai Chong, our Shi Zhong Battalion is full of recruits, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on."

However, Huang Zongxi broke off the arrow in his arm and pulled it out. After a simple bandage, he moved to another place and continued to hold his gun to stop the Tartars. , isn’t it just preparing for this day?”

"It's worth it if you can kill a few Tartars before you die!"

Feng Jingdi smiled wryly, "That's right, you won't lose if you kill one, and you can earn one if you kill two. Damn it, fight them!"

"Yes, even if you die, you have to pull a few tartars to back your back!"

The two masters Huang Zongxi and Feng Jingdi stood up to encourage everyone and were impassioned.

Seeing that there was no way out, and that they might die today, the recruits of the Shizhong Battalion were aroused with a sense of heroism.

"Fuck him to death!"

The sound of bells and clappers was even louder. Huang Zongxi and others had already started to call on all the people in the village, men, women and children, to go up to the wall to help defend, and to use all possible defensive means.

If the stronghold is broken, no one can escape with the ferocity of the Tartars.

"I would rather die standing than kneeling!"

The men demolished the houses and transported stones and logs to the wall to assist in the defense. The women took out the dung from the huts and transported them to the city.

The elderly and children also helped to cook and carry the wounded to bandage for rescue.

"Today we will live together and die together, kill the Tartars!" Huang Zongxi's Lumi blunderbuss had already shot and killed six or seven people, but he himself was wounded in several places. Holding a knife, he ran and shouted on the wall of the stronghold, inspiring everyone.

After all, the village lacked firecrackers, bows and arrows, not even shields and spears.

But the Tartars are inexplicably fierce and well-equipped. Their cotton armor and leather helmets can block most attacks, but their arrows are sharp and fierce.

"Tai Chong, the Tartars in the east are on the wall, and they can't hold it anymore." Feng Jingdi cried out sadly.

Huang Zongxi turned his head to look, and he saw that the Tartars had rushed over the wall of the village and seized a small area, and there were more Tartars coming up continuously, and many villagers were cut down.

"Kill the prisoner!" Huang Zongxi, with one wounded arm hanging down and an arrow stuck in the other hand, still held the knife and rushed in that direction resolutely.

"Kill the prisoner!" Feng Jingdi, who was also scarred, also rushed forward with a spear.

Knowing that it is death, I have no regrets.

"Shizhong Camp, kill the captives!" Huang Zonghui, Huang Zongyuan and a group of righteous men and gentry also cried out in despair.

Everyone is determined to die, just hoping to kill a few more in the end.

Since you can't survive the disaster, let's kill the fish and break the net.

At this moment, several cannons rang out in the distance, and then smoke and dust billowed, a sun and moon banner fluttered forward, and hundreds of red cavalry were rushing forward.

The sun and moon flags are so familiar, and the fat red jacket on the cavalry is so kind.

Huang Zongxi was stunned.

Isn't this the Ming army? But how could there be a Ming army?

The next moment, a large flag with the word Lu appeared next to the sun and moon flag.

"Lu, Lu Jianguo?"

Huang Zongxi was overjoyed, "Lu Jianguo has led an army to help, is Lu Jianguo here?"

Before he finished his words, a heavy arrow flew towards him and hit him hard on the shoulder, sending him flying up and falling under the wall of the village. Huang Zongxi rolled a few somersaults on the ground, but he still jumped up with pain. , yelling wildly, "His Royal Highness Lu Jianguo personally led the troops to rescue us, we are saved, kill the captives!"

On the wall of the stronghold, Feng Jingdi also yelled, "Jianguo comes to help, kill the captives!"

Countless voices rang out. I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect that life would come back to life! "

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