"Phew, Tartars also play with warships?"

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

After saying that, he pulled the cannon rope violently.

The seven-and-a-half-pound rifled gun in front of him on his right suddenly erupted into flames, and the entire cannon body retreated sharply along the upward slope under the push of recoil, but then it was pulled by the thick spring, and then quickly returned to its original position. The soldier next to him unscrewed the tail of the gun as fast as he could, another soldier pulled out the gun lock, the cleaner hurriedly cleaned the gun chamber, the loader quickly stuffed a fused shell, and then loaded the propellant bag, the gun lock was lowered, and the soldier behind screwed into the gun tail as fast as possible and finally smashed it with a sledgehammer. At the same time, He Guang punctured the medicine bag from the ignition hole and loaded a new flare tube and pulled the gun rope back, and the gun commander finally completed the aiming and retreat at the tail of the gun, and he pulled the gun rope violently to complete the second fire.

At this moment, a warship of the Yangyu Naval Division Battalion stationed in Fuzhou more than 100 zhang away had turned into a blazing torch in the explosion of the flowering bomb.

Immediately after that, another warship burst into wood.

"This is Luo Xing Tower?"

Not far from this cannon, His Majesty the Divine Emperor stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the tower in front of him, in the flames of the explosions on the Eight Banner warships around him, the tower stood silently on the shore, and in the darkness in the distance, the lights at the head of Fuzhou City were already faintly visible.

"This Tartar is really rotten!"

Zeng Tao looked at the Eight Banners athletes who were crying and jumping off the river to escape on the river, and sighed.

Those marines who accompanied the ship had already run to the deck with rifled guns, and kept shooting at the water there, like shooting wild ducks to name the fleeing Eight Banners, and they all looked very happy when they talked and laughed, saying that in this year's battle, the Ming soldiers were basically very happy. Those who followed Yang Feng north at the beginning have not broken through double digits in casualties until now, because Yang Feng's various medicines are complete, and they have not died of hundreds of illnesses just like the British army captured Dinghai, in their opinion, this war is really like a trip, superior life, respectful eyes around them, and enemies who entertain them from time to time, this day is really not happy, it is said that when they left Ambuna Island, they were all fierce and ready to fight for the god emperor to the death, but the reality gave them a heavy blow......

Bloody battle?

That's not true.

It's not an epic, it's pure comedy.

"Although the Tartars are rotten, our enemies are not only Tartars, it is not difficult to expel the Tartars, the rich and poor in the world are the most difficult, this is just the beginning, the real bloody war is still to come!"

Yang Feng said.

"The minister has been taught!"

Zeng Tao hurriedly said.

"Prepare to land!"

Yang Feng looked at the north shore and said.

"The bandits, the bandits are coming!"

In the yamen of the governor of Fujian, an officer of the Green Battalion screamed in horror and threw himself at the feet of Governor Wu.

"What's the panic, the city wall of Fuzhou is high, can the bandits still fly in with wings, immediately organize the defenders to go to the city to meet the enemy, and go to the street to tell the families of those flag soldiers, if you don't want the bandits to break the city and end up like those flag people in Guangzhou, then they are all armed to climb the city wall, and then tell the people in the city that the bandits will break the city and burn the jade, and don't want the broken capital of Fuzhou to defend the city......"

Governor Wu raised his head in astonishment as he spoke.

A meteor was falling rapidly in the sky, striking in the darkness.

"That, that, the demon himself is here!"

Then the officer was stunned for a moment, and then his body went limp, and he collapsed directly on the ground, desperate.

"Don't go yet!"

Governor Wu roared majestically.

The officer trembled and struggled to get up and stumbled out, Governor Wu glanced at his personal soldiers, who hurriedly waved to the sedan chair man next to him, the sedan chair man carried the small sedan chair forward, the personal soldier took out a bag of clothes very sensibly and quietly stuffed it into the sedan chair, Governor Wu walked into the sedan chair without changing his face, and then the soldiers outside quickly changed into the clothes of the subordinates, and escorted the small sedan chair quietly out of the back door of the governor's yamen.

At this time, almost all the people in Fuzhou City had been awakened, crowded in the chaotic streets one by one, looking up at the meteors in the sky.

The next moment, the meteor was in the middle of the drum tower.

The drum tower was instantly engulfed by the flames of the explosion, like a huge torch, illuminating the entire Fuzhou City.

"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 whole street instantly turned into a surging torrent, countless poor people at the same time let out a crazy cheer, nearly a year, enough for Yang Feng and Guangdong to spread everything to Fuzhou, which is only more than a thousand miles away, not to mention that this is a port, and the merchant ships traveling between the north and the south make the information here sufficiently developed. Fighting local tyrants, dividing the land, equalizing the rich and poor, compulsory education, free medical care, and the poor are the masters of the house, all of this is like a wave that continues to impact the city, the cultivators have their fields, everyone has food, everyone has clothes, even the helpless old people have nursing homes, and even the homeless orphans can go to school, all of which also let those poor people 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 simple.

"The world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient!"

Governor Wu, who secretly opened the curtains, looked at the poor people who were flocking to the city gate and said sadly.

"These Diao people!"

Then he scolded in a low voice.

Of course he understands what these poor people are doing at the city gate, he is definitely not a fool if he is the governor, this Fuzhou can't be defended at all, there are not a few soldiers in the city at all, whether it is the green battalion or the garrison of the Eight Banners, they are on the front line in Guangdong, the only thing that can fight here is the Haiphong fort and the sailors of Yangyu, they didn't hold it, let alone the old and weak women and children on the street. Although he will definitely be punished after abandoning the city and fleeing, but spending some money on his own connections is at most a loss of office, but if he doesn't run, his life will be gone, although he thinks that he is loyal to the saint, but it is better to stay this useful body and serve the saint in the future than to die in Fuzhou......

Well, Governor Wu quietly left Fuzhou through the chaotic streets while looking for a reason for his escape.

And by this time the Ming army had already begun to land.

"Who else dares to fight?"

Qin Song, commander of the first battalion of the first infantry brigade of the Ming army, looked into the distance in amazement.

At this time, it was already dawn, and by the faint light of the sky, you could see a group of cavalry rushing out of the Fuzhou city gate in the distance, and they were all wearing cotton armor exaggeratedly, with lightning rods erected on their heads......

"Do Fuzhou Eight Banners ride a donkey?"

Qin Song asked the instructor beside him with a collapsed expression.

"That's a war horse!"

Xie Ping, a former gold digger who was originally from Fuzhou and followed his family to Nanyang ten years ago, looked at the city gate of his hometown with a hint of embarrassment and said indifferently.

"Can you still fight if you raise a horse to be a donkey?"

Qin Song said in amazement.

"Nonsense, how much forage and silver do you have to spend a year if you don't raise a donkey? They are all fed by themselves at a fixed discount, the less the horse eats, the more people eat, and they don't think about fighting, if you change it, would you rather raise an English horse or a donkey? ”

Xie Ping said.

"Uh......"

Camp Commander Qin was speechless.

"Eight Banners Athletes, Kill Demons!"

On the galloping horses in front of them, the Fuzhou garrison was the Red Banner Manchurian Horse and Haidu roaring excitedly.

In fact, he was only seventeen years old, wearing an ancestral treasure armor, and an ancestral treasure knife in his hand, it is said that this knife was still used by his ancestors when he entered the customs, and the sea at this moment was like his ancestor possessed, and around him were all like this, just adults and even underage Eight Banner athletes, because their fathers and brothers were on the front line in Guangdong, and the rest of those who remained in Fuzhou were some old, weak, sick and disabled, but fortunately, they stepped forward under the influence of the great achievements of their ancestors on weekdays, and then resolutely took on the responsibility of guarding their colonies.

Well, in fact, I was fooled and stupid.

These young Eight Banner athletes, riding their donkey-like war horses, wearing armor from the Cold Weapon Era, and holding rusty war knives, rushed towards the Ming army like wild boar skin.

And the Ming army opposite them also showed a little respect when they looked at this scene.

After all, they have seen too many defeats of the Qing army until now, and they have really never seen hundreds of cavalry dare to take the initiative to attack their infantry line, those veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time skillfully checked their weapons, quickly lined up in three rows according to the command of the officer, and raised their rifles in their hands to wait for the Qing army to enter the firing range. Because of the terrain restrictions here, it is impossible for the Qing army to attack their flanks, so the hollow phalanx is not needed, and behind the line column, the four front-loading smoothbore howitzers of the battalion artillery team are also raised, and the gunners quickly reload the flowering shells of the time fuse, ready to fire at the Qing army.

An entire infantry battalion was on standby.

Suddenly, on a galloping horse, an Eight Banners athlete accidentally fell, and then was dragged forward, he let out a heart-rending scream, with the undulations of the terrain continued to hit, and then was cut by a sharp rock on the back, blood kept dragging out behind. In the midst of his screams, Haidu, who was only a few paces away, turned pale, and the sound tormented his nerves like a ghost's scream, and his courage vanished like a joy after a happy moment......

"Ahh

He suddenly screamed.

Then he made a U-turn as fast as he could.

Like a plague, the same screams continued to sound, and the children of the Eight Banners who were fighting cocks and lackeys were instantly revealed, and one by one they cried and fled back desperately.

Qin Song and Xie Ping looked at each other with a bewildered expression.

At this moment, the open city gate was like a torrent of embankments, and countless poor people rushed out, overflowing the fields of the dawn, and the escaped Eight Banners athletes happened to collide with them, because the difference in numbers was too large, and soon fell into this torrent, and then countless hoes, shovels, sticks, and bricks fell.

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

"It's, it's inexplicable!"

Qin Song wiped his face and said melancholy.