Rumble!

Chang Wei's will could not stop the roar of the cannon, and the violent explosion resounded through the mountainside, the fire and gunpowder smoke rose into the sky, and the nearby trees swayed in the wind like waves. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The thief's cannon just put a cannon barrel on the ground made of rocks and mud, and formed a simple firing device at a high angle, and when the cannon sounded, the cannon barrel jumped up three feet high like a wild horse, and smashed heavily on the ground, and the earth cracked a large piece, raising dust and gravel for half a day, and all the thieves nearby were shocked to the ground.

The fiery red buckshot rolled and whistled towards the palace under the Purple Mountain in the violent explosion.

Xiang Siwen's terrifying face showed a hideous smile, and the thief's eyes lit up, looking feverishly at the cannonballs flying away, and his face showed a pilgrimage-like pious expression.

Everyone was stunned, Chang Wei felt that all his efforts had become useless in the face of this cannon, and all the strategies and layouts had become useless struggles, and at this moment there was only one thought left in his mind, "Kill them all, and then flee immediately, leave Nanjing and go to Liuheng Island, no, Liuheng Island is not far enough, go to Taiwan Island, go to Manraka!"

But, like everyone else, he stared blankly at the fast-flying cannonball, unable to make any moves, let alone kill people?

Chang Wei only hopes that the shells will always fly in the air, never hit the target, and time will stop forever at this moment.

However, the cannonball ignored his prayers, and disappeared over the mountainside in the blink of an eye, and the next moment a violent sensation of shaking the mountain came.

Immediately after the rumbling sound came out, Chang Wei's vision blurred, and he felt that the cannonball hit not the palace, but his heart, like a fragile glass, was about to shatter into countless pieces.

Suddenly, a warm rain poured down on his head.

"Rain, where is the rain?" Chang Wei looked blankly ahead, his gaze gradually recovered, and the fanatical aura on the thief's body disappeared completely, replaced by a dejected and decrepit expression, and everyone's face was full of disappointment.

"Great, I didn't hit!" Although his hearing had not yet recovered, He Chong's mouth shape and extremely excited expression let Chang Wei know what was going on.

"It didn't hit the palace, the cannonball hit the small pond over there!" After a short period of deafness, Chang Wei finally heard He Chong's real voice.

"Kill!" Chang Wei perked up, and all the negative emotions such as disappointment, discouragement, and frustration disappeared in an instant, and his endless fighting spirit surged all over his body.

"Kill the gunners, kill them all!" The Wind Splitter Blade swung with a swift swing of death, and the two thieves at his side snapped in two.

The black hole dantian rotated extremely quickly, the realm of the three layers of internal power and infinite power exploded with all its might, and the galloping internal force of the thousand horses brought the wind-chasing leg method to the extreme, and Chang Wei's body turned into a violent storm under the hot summer sun, and frantically rolled towards the dazed gunner.

Xiang Siwen's terrifying face showed a resolute will, and the pious voice made this Jianghu man have a little sacred meaning, "Vacuum hometown, lifeless old mother, white lotus blossom, pity me miserable! Brothers, fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!" The disciples of the White Lotus Sect were inspired by Xiang Siwen's fighting spirit, and everyone solemnly chanted, "Vacuum hometown, lifeless old mother, white lotus blossoms, pity me for misery!"

Chang Wei's fourteen masters will not be intimidated by them, let alone moved, as early as when Chang Wei rose up, Tang Jinyi's flying knife hidden weapon was sent out first, and more than a dozen hidden weapons shot straight at the gunner with a deadly sound of breaking the wind.

All the disciples of the White Lotus Sect were recovered, and they formed a thick human wall in front of the gunner, and the secret weapon shot down the three people, but they could not cause the slightest damage to the most dangerous person, the gunner.

However, no one was discouraged, and the fourteen masters killed in front of the thief in an instant, and the fourteen sharp long knives turned into the sickles of death under the urging of strong internal force, desperately reaping the lives of the thieves.

The backbone disciples of the White Lotus Sect can sacrifice their lives and forget their deaths because they have a strong belief that the Lifeless Old Mother will guide them to establish the ideal kingdom of God on earth. After dying in battle for ideals and beliefs, you can go to Paradise of Bliss one step earlier and not fall into the suffering of reincarnation.

However, the people of the Thirteen Serial Village do not have this ideal, they are just a group of vicious martial arts scum who bully the soft and fear the hard. The reason why they joined the White Lotus Sect is that the White Lotus Sect has won successive victories on the battlefield in Shandong, robbing countless treasury money and grain, and those white flowers and silver are the things they like, and they don't take any lifeless old mothers and the kingdom of God on earth seriously.

Even, Xiang Siwen only told them that he wanted to ambush Chang Wei here, but he didn't say that he wanted to do such an earth-shattering thing as the bombardment of the Nanjing Imperial Palace.

Wu Yuanbai saw that Chang Wei and the others were fighting for their lives, and immediately asked, "What should I do?"

Du Wenlin said decisively: "Let's go, don't care about Xiang Siwen's idiots! Before the official army comes, let's immediately go down the mountain and escape from Nanjing City!"

If the officers and soldiers did not receive the news before, they would not come to reinforce it, then now the sound of the cannon will definitely attract the attention of the officers and soldiers, and even the soldiers of Xiaolingwei will come to see what is going on, and no one dares to ignore such a big movement.

The two of their subordinates had already been frightened by Chang Wei's masters, and when they heard this, they immediately rushed in the other direction.

Wu Yuanbai asked as he ran, "We have already voted for the White Lotus Sect, and now that we are gone, what should we do in the future?" There is such a big commotion on the mountain, are we out of the city?"

"Rest assured, the officers and soldiers are not coming so quickly. ”

Du Wenlin said confidently: "As soon as we get out of the city, we will cross the Yangtze River, quietly sneak to Shandong, and then grab the silver under the banner of the White Lotus Sect, if the White Lotus Sect recognizes us, it is okay to say, if not, we will go to sea from Dengzhou to Liaodong to follow the Jurchens, and the outside of the gate is not the ......world of the Ming Dynasty."

As soon as he saw Du Wenlin, Wu Yuanbai led people to escape, Chang Wei immediately used a psychological battle, "Hahaha! The people of the thirteen consecutive villages have run away, Xiang Siwen, you are finished, there is still a way to survive if you surrender quickly!"

"Let go of your mother's fart!" Xiang Siwen was shocked and angry, "Chang Wei, Lao Tzu will pull you back even if he dies!"

As soon as the people of the thirteen chain villages ran, Chang Wei and each of them faced only two or three disciples of the White Lotus Sect, and except for Xiang Siwen, who was fighting to the death with Chang Wei, there was no one who could block the masters' swords.

Seeing that the situation was in crisis, Xiang Siwen roared angrily: "Gunner, are you ready?

"Don't worry to the hall master, it will be right away, this time it will definitely be able to blast into Nanjing City!"

"Haha, Chang Wei, did you hear that little bastard? It's you who is finished!"

Chang Wei was unmoved, and Xiang Siwen kept retreating as fast as a knife.

After the cannon just now, Chang Wei remembered that the current artillery hit rate is actually very low, and the thief's artillery does not have a gun mount and gun mount, and wanting to hit accurately is tantamount to a fool's dream, and the White Lotus Sect does not have professional gunners, and if they want to succeed with their technology, it can really be said that a cannon fights mosquitoes.

Xiang Siwen took three steps back, and behind him was a cannon!

Glancing at the gunner who was closing the cannon door, Xiang Siwen completely ignored the Wind Splitting Blade that came from the extremely fast slash, and frantically stabbed out the chain gun, which was actually the same way of fighting.

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