People live in the Ming Dynasty, evil spirits are soaring into the sky

Chapter 318: Kill Japs Army! Revenge like chopping melons and vegetables!

The little devil wanted to run away, but there was no such thing as such a good thing.

Now that they have finally been put into his pocket, these ten thousand little devils must be eaten. It can be said that Daming has a huge appetite now.

From now on, Chen Han thought that he had also heard the information from the other side. The little devils bought a lot of muskets from the Spaniards. But I haven't seen them yet. I guess they are not elites, or these little devils think they can deal with North Korea. Do soldiers still need muskets? Are our knives not enough?
Of course, the little devil soon realized that their knives were indeed not enough.

At this time, the little devil just hated his parents for losing a few legs, so he tried his best to retreat back.

Can you let you little devils go?

Musket positions on the left and right wings also appeared and started shooting at the little devils.

These little devils were beaten with gun holes all over their bodies.

In one hour, the Japs dropped more than 7,000 corpses on the battlefield, and less than 3,000 people escaped from this big bag.

But it was not their turn to escape at this time.

Two thousand cavalrymen had replenished the bottom of their pockets, and were just waiting for these little devils to get out.

Hwangju in Hwanghae Province is adjacent to Pyongyang and is an extension of the Pyongyang Plain. The terrain is flat and open, making it a rare terrain suitable for cavalry in mountainous North Korea.

Can the little devil's two legs outrun the cavalry's four legs?

Thinking too much.

The Liaodong cavalry swept across the plains like a violent storm.

Under the sun, war flags were flying, the sound of horse hooves, the sound of war drums, and the shouts of killing were intertwined, shaking the heaven and the earth.

Under the charge of the Liaodong cavalry, the little devil's formation instantly collapsed.

Those Japanese who once boasted of their warrior spirit were now like frightened birds, their faces full of panic.

They tried to stabilize their position, but the fierce offensive of the Liaodong cavalry left them no time to organize effective resistance.

The Liaodong cavalry were wearing armor and holding spears and knives, as if they were in an uninhabited land.

Every time he swung his sword, a Japanese soldier fell down, blood flying. Those Japanese who were lucky enough to survive had fear and despair written all over their faces. They fled in all directions, some fell to the ground, some trampled on each other, and the scene was chaotic.

Under the pursuit of the Liaodong cavalry, the defeat of the little Japanese became even more embarrassing.

Some Japanese soldiers panicked and fled into the nearby woods and grass. However, they were still found one by one by the Liaodong cavalry and beheaded under their horses.

On the battlefield, the Japanese's wails and begging for mercy came and went, which was in sharp contrast to the cheers of the Liaodong cavalry.

Originally, there were only about 3,000 of these little devils left. They were defeated by the impact of the Liaodong cavalry and just wanted to escape.

When the setting sun was like blood, all of them were annihilated except for the little Japs who were slashed on the ground and could not move. The pocket formation was a great success.

In the end there were less than three hundred prisoners left.

Chen Han walked down the hillside, holding a musket in his hand.

These little devils are the same as their descendants in the future. They are just as arrogant and domineering. They feel that their defeat this time is just that they fell into a trap, and they are even still clamoring.

They thought that Chen Han and the others were still Korean soldiers and could not understand Japanese, so some little devils knelt on the ground and began to discuss.

"As long as we kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, these ignorant North Koreans will definitely let us go. Then we will bloom in the center of their camp."

"Okay! We just need a break. After we figure out why they are so powerful, we can go back and report to the lord. Maybe we can take credit for our achievements."

"Hahaha...yes! We can also get some North Korean women back."

"I heard that the women in Ming Dynasty are the most tender!"

"As long as we live, we will have a chance."

Jin Yiwei stood in front of them. Several of them were specially arranged by Chen Han to learn Japanese along the coast. After understanding their words, he said to them in Japanese: "Hey! Little devil, do you think everyone can't understand you? ?”

The kid kneeling on the ground was startled when he heard the well-spoken Japanese spoken from Jin Yiwei's mouth.

"No, no, no...impossible!!" Jin Yiwei snorted: "How could I come here specifically to deal with you guys and not even understand your language!"

"Aren't you Korean?"

"Are you the Ming army?"

Only then did they see clearly that these people were indeed different from ordinary Koreans. Even though they were wearing Korean military uniforms, they had fought against the Koreans so many times. They could tell by looking at the eyes of the Koreans that they were still at the beginning. I wonder why Koreans have such fighting power.

Jin Yiwei immediately reported to Chen Han what the little devils said.

Chen Han walked up to the group of little devils with his gun on his shoulder.

Seeing that Chen Han seemed to be the leader, the little devil immediately began to beg for mercy, "Sir, please spare your life! Please spare your life! We are willing to be prisoners, we are willing!"

Chen Han held the musket in his hand and felt that doing so would easily waste bullets, so he ordered: "Get some little devil's sabers over here!"

The officers and soldiers quickly found the little devil's saber.

The military system of the little devils is a bit like the military system of the Central Plains from the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties to the early Tang Dynasty. The weapons and armor used in battle are all configured by oneself, so it appears that the swords of the rich little devils on the battlefield are better. Those who had no money used katana swords made by ordinary blacksmiths.

The sword the officers and soldiers gave Chen Han was a typical samurai sword used by officers.

After holding it in my hand and groping for a few times, I felt that it was indeed extremely sharp. No wonder these people have good fighting capabilities.

Seeing Chen Han holding a samurai sword and looking at it, the little devil begged: "If you like our katana, sir, I know a well-known blacksmith in our country and can customize a precious samurai sword for you. Okay..."

ha! !

Click! !
Chen Han shouted and chopped off the head of the small cabinet.

The little devil didn't even have time to grunt before he was split in half, his intestines flowing out all over the floor.

The soldiers were stunned when they saw how powerful this sword was.

You have to admire the knives made by these little devils. After killing a little devil, there was no slight curling of the blade.

"Spare your life! Spare your life!"

"Sir, spare your life!"

"We no longer dare to kill people at will. We will return to the countryside immediately to farm!"

brush brush...

Chen Han didn't give them a chance at all and started chopping at these little devils like he was chopping melons and vegetables.

The sword flashed, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by the screams of the Japanese and the splatter of blood.

He slashed heartily, and the anger in his heart grew stronger with every blow.

It seemed as if I had seen those compatriots who had been murdered by the Japanese, and those homes that had been destroyed by the war, and the hatred between the country and the family in my heart burned like a raging fire.

The Japs were shocked by his rage and scattered in terror.

It's a pity that they are now tied up with ropes and cannot escape at all.

When he reached the thirtieth kill, he looked up to the sky and roared, his voice revealing endless wildness and domineering.

This battle is just the beginning, and he will continue to move forward to avenge those lives lost.

The surrounding Liaodong soldiers and An Youniang were stunned when they saw Chen Han falling into madness.

How could they understand the scars that Chen Han, who came from modern society, had hidden deep in his soul at the hands of the little devil.

The makers of the game probably wanted to kill these little devils, so they developed such a plot...

Second update! !

(End of this chapter)