"Bah, the Tartars also play warships?"

On the deck of the Weiyuan, gunner He Guang spat and said.

After saying that, he pulled the ropes hard.

The seven-and-a-half-pound rifled gun in front of him suddenly spewed out flames. The entire gun body was pushed back rapidly along the slope upwards under recoil, but was pulled back by a thick spring, and then quickly returned to its original position. The soldier next to him unscrew the gun tail as fast as possible. Another soldier pulled out the gun gate, cleaned his hand and hurriedly cleaned the gun barrel. The loading hand quickly stuffed a cannonball loaded with a fuse, then loaded the launching medicine bag, put the gun gate down, and the soldiers behind him twisted it into the gun tail as fast as possible and finally smashed it with a sledgehammer. At the same time, He Guang pierced the medicine bag from the ignition hole. He installed a new fire tube and pulled the gun rope back. The gun captain lay on the gun tail and finally completed aiming and retreating. He pulled the gun rope and finished the second firing.

At this time, a warship of the Eight Banners Yangyu Navy Camp in Fuzhou was more than a hundred feet away, which had turned into a burning torch in the explosion of the flowering bomb.

Immediately afterwards, another warship burst into pieces.

"Is this Luoxing Tower?"

Not far from this cannon, His Majesty the God Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the tower in front of the right. In the fires that exploded on the Eight Banners warships around, the tower stood silently on the shore, and further away, it was dark and the lights at the top of Fuzhou City were already vaguely visible.

"This Tartars is really nothing to be ruined!"

Zeng Tao looked at the Eight Banners athletes crying on the river and jumping away and sighed.

The Marines on the ship had already run to the deck with rifled rifles, and kept firing at the water. They called out the Eight Banners athletes who were running away like wild ducks. They all looked very happy and said that in the battles this year, the Ming soldiers were basically very happy. The casualties that followed Yang Feng north have not exceeded the double digits, because Yang Feng had all kinds of medicines, and they did not die of hundreds of illness just like the British army conquered Dinghai. In their opinion, this war was really like a trip, a superior life, respectful eyes around, and enemies who were entertaining them from time to time. It was really impossible to be happy when they left Anbuna Island. By the way, they were all fiercely prepared to fight for the God Emperor to death. However, reality hit them hard...

bloody battle?

That really doesn't.

This is not an epic, this tama is a purely funny movie.

"Although the Tartars are bad, our enemies are not only Tartars, but expelling the Tartars is not difficult. The most difficult thing is the rich and poor in the world. This is just the beginning, and the real bloody battle is still behind!"

Yang Feng said.

"I have received my teachings!"

Zeng Tao said quickly.

"Prepare to log in!"

Yang Feng looked at Bei'an and said.

"Fai Bandit, Fai Bandit is calling!"

In the Fujian Governor's Office, a Green Camp officer screamed in horror and rushed to Governor Wu's feet.

"What a panic? The walls of Fuzhou are high and steep. Can the bandits fly in? I will immediately organize the defenders to climb the city to meet the enemy. I will also go to the streets of the flag army to tell the families of the flag army that if they don't want the bandits to break the city and end up like those of the Guangzhou bannermen, they will all be armed and climbed the city wall. In addition, they will tell the people in the city that the bandits to break the city and burn all the jades and stones, and they don't want the broken towns of Fuzhou to climb the city to defend..."

Governor Wu said in shock, raised his head.

A meteor in the sky was falling rapidly, extremely eye-catching in the darkness.

"Then, that demon is here in person!"

Then the officer was stunned for a moment, then his body softened and collapsed on the ground in despair.

"You won't go!"

Governor Wu roared majesticly.

The officer struggled tremblingly and got up and ran outwards. Governor Wu gave a wink at his personal soldiers, who hurriedly waved to the sedan chairman next to him. The sedan chairman carried the sedan chair forward. The personal soldiers took out a pack of clothes and stuffed them into the sedan chair quietly. Governor Wu walked into the sedan chair with a calm expression. Then the soldiers outside quickly changed into the sedan chair and guarded the sedan chairman and quietly left the back door of the governor's yamen.

At this time, almost all the people in Fuzhou City had been awakened, crowded on the chaotic streets and looked up at the meteors in the sky.

The next moment the meteor hit the Drum Tower.

The Drum Tower was instantly swallowed by the explosion of flames, and it shone on the entire Fuzhou City like a huge torch.

"Open the door to welcome the God Emperor, the God Emperor is here to divide the fields!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted.

The entire street instantly turned into a surging torrent, and countless poor people cheered wildly at the same time. In nearly a year, everything that happened in Yangfeng and Guangdong was spread to Fuzhou, which is only a thousand miles away. What's more, this is a port, and merchant ships from north to south made the information here developed enough. The local tyrants divided the land and all the land were all rich and poor. Compulsory education and free medical care for the poor were the mainstays. All this kept hitting the city like waves. The farmer had the land, everyone had food, everyone had clothes, and clothes, and even the helpless elderly had nursing homes. Even the wandering orphans could go to school. All this also allowed those poor people to see the happiness in their dreams.

And at this moment, all this finally came with the fall of this meteor.

What they need to do is very simple.

"The world is getting worse and worse, but people's hearts are not old!"

Governor Wu, who secretly opened the curtains, said in grief and anger as he looked at the poor people swarming towards the city gate.

"These unruly people!"

Then he whispered.

Of course he understood that these poor people were doing something in the city gate. He was definitely not a fool if he became a governor. Fuzhou could not be defended at all. There were not many soldiers in the city. Whether the Green Camp or the Eight Banners were on the Guangdong front line, the only ones that could fight here were the forts of the coastal defense and the navy of Yangyu. They didn't support it, let alone those old, weak, women and children on the streets under his jurisdiction. Although he would definitely be punished after he abandoned the city and fled, he would lose his official position by spending more money based on his connections. If he didn't run away, his life would be gone. Although he believed that he was loyal to the emperor, it would be better to stay in this useful life to serve the emperor in the future than to die in Fuzhou...

Well, Governor Wu looked for reasons for his escape, while crossing the chaotic streets and quietly left Fuzhou.

At this time, the Ming army had already begun to land.

"One person dares to fight?"

Qin Song, commander of the first infantry brigade of the Ming army, looked at the distance in shock.

It was already dawn. With the light bright sky, you could see a team of cavalry rushing out from the Fuzhou city gate in the distance, and they were all wearing cotton armor and lightning rods were standing on their heads. It was obvious that they were garrisons of the Eight Banners, but the war horses they rode were even more exaggerated...

"Does the Eight Banners of Fuzhou ride a donkey?"

Qin Song asked the instructor beside him with a broken out expression.

"They're a war horse!"

Xie Ping, a former gold digger who was originally from Fuzhou and traveled to Southeast Asia with his family ten years ago, looked at the gate of his hometown with a hint of sigh and said calmly.

"Can you still fight a war by raising a horse into a donkey?"

Qin Song said in surprise.

"Nonsense, how much food and silver does it cost to raise a donkey a year? They all feed themselves by themselves with a fixed quota. The fewer horses eat, the more people eat. They have never thought about fighting. If you don't want to raise a British horse or a donkey?"

Xie Ping said.

"Well……"

Captain Qin was speechless.

"Eight Banners, kill the demons!"

On the moment the war horses galloping ahead of them, the Fuzhou garrison Zhenghongqi Manchu vest sea was roaring excitedly.

In fact, he was only seventeen years old and was wearing ancestral armor. He was said to have used the sword when his ancestors entered the pass. At this moment, the sea seemed to be possessed by his ancestors. And all around him were like this Eight Banners athletes who had just grown up or even not adults. Because their father and brother were on the front line in Guangdong, the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people were left in Fuzhou. Fortunately, they stood up under the influence of their ancestors' great achievements and then resolutely assumed the responsibility of guarding their colonies.

Well, I was actually fooled.

These young Eight Banners athletes rode their donkey-like war horses, wore armor from the cold weapon era, and held rusty swords, and rushed towards the Ming army like wild boar skin.

The Ming army opposite them showed a little respect when they looked at this scene.

After all, they have seen too many defeats from the Qing army until now, and they have never seen hundreds of cavalry dare to attack their infantry line. The veterans who have been in the battlefield have skillfully checked their weapons and quickly arranged them into three rows according to the officer's command. They have raised their rifles in their hands to wait for the Qing army to enter the range. Because of the terrain restrictions here, the Qing army cannot attack their flanks, so there is no need for hollow square formations. In addition, behind the line line, the four front-loaded smooth-bore howitzers of the battalion's artillery team also raised their guns. The gunners quickly loaded the flowering bullets of the time fuse and prepared to fire at the Qing army.

A whole infantry battalion was ready for battle.

Suddenly, a horse running wildly, an Eight Banners athlete fell accidentally, and was dragged forward. He let out a heart-wrenching scream. As the terrain continued to hit, he was then cut open by a sharp rock, and blood kept dragging out from behind. Amid his screams, the sea, which was only a few steps away, was getting paleer and paler. This sound tortured his nerves like a ghost cry, and his courage disappeared like a joyful love...

"ah!"

He suddenly screamed.

Then he turned around as fast as possible.

Just like a plague, the same screams kept ringing. The Eight Banners children who fought cocks and dogs were revealed in an instant, and they cried and turned around and ran back desperately.

Qin Song and Xie Ping looked at each other in confusion.

At this moment, the open city gate was like a torrent of dams. Countless poor people rushed out, passing through the fields where dawn was shining. The fleeing Eight Banners athletes happened to collide with them. Because the number gap was too large, they quickly fell into this torrent, and then countless hoes, shovels, wooden sticks and bricks fell.

Poor Haidu and his brothers disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"This is really, it's really inexplicable!"
Chapter completed!