Chapter 384: Purgatory City in Zhenjiang Castle

Zhenjiang Fort is already a Shura Field.

There were scenes of people cutting their heads everywhere on the city walls. The heads were cut open and blood was flowing all over the ground. The entire city wall was filled with pools of blood.

Below the city wall, there are dead bodies on the ground, blood flowing out, dyeing the ground red. The moat outside the city wall was already blood red, so when the water from the moat flowed into the river, it formed a sharp contrast. Half of the river water was clear and half of the river water was red.

"Hurry, hurry... Hurry, the commander has an order. Hang the corpse with the cut heads on the top of the city. Hurry... Hurry, the commander has an order. Hang the corpse with the cut heads outside..." The messenger squatted half-squatted, running to pass the military order under the protection of the battlements of the city wall.

Ermao, the man with the small flag, heard the order of the messenger and immediately tied the body with a rope to cut off the head. This end was tied to the battlements of the city wall, and then threw it out, and the body was hung outside the city wall.

After several people worked together to throw the body out of the city wall, they sat on the ground, leaning against the battlements of the city wall, and began to rest.

Ermao moved a few times, picked up the head from the pile of blood, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and smiled with satisfaction from time to time, and the head seemed a little warm.

Soon, headless corpses were hung on the city walls. It was easy to tell from the outfits on those corpses that these corpses were soldiers of the Later Jin Dynasty during their lifetime.

"Mao Wenlong, you beast, Mao Wenlong, I'm going to kill you..., someone! Someone..." Amin was trembling all over, and there was constant curse and curse in his mouth. Outside the wall of Zhenjiang Fortress, there were already densely covered with headless corpses, all of them were the corpses of the Later Jin.

The Later Jin generals following Amin were also shocked. Mao Wenlong not only cut off the head, but also hung the body on the top of the city...

"Come here, attack me, attack the city, kill Mao Wenlong, kill Mao Wenlong with a heavy reward, Mao Wenlong, you won't die well..." Amin faced the headless corpse all over the city walls, as violent as thunder. He knew that the siege would not have any result, but he still roared and attacked the city, and his emotions could no longer be controlled.

"Master, you can't go! You can't go. If we go, we can only kill more people..." A slave cried and hugged Amin's legs, preventing Amin from moving.

"Get out of here..." Amin could no longer stand Mao Wenlong's provocation, and his irritable temper could no longer help. He kicked the coat that cried and stopped him, and could no longer control his emotions and mind. The only thought in his heart was to capture the city and kill Mao Wenlong to vent his anger.

This kind of furiousness not only conceals the fear in one's heart, but also conceals the trembling of one's body.

A large number of horns sounded again, urging the soldiers of the Later Jin Dynasty to prepare for the attack.

Mao Wenlong looked at the telescope for a long time, and after listening to the Tartars blowing the horn for a while, he smiled and said, "Amin is indeed a brainless reckless man. He was so excited that he immediately came to attack the city again. Hehe, I am asking for it... Alas, I don't know how many heads I will give to me this time..."

"Master, according to this style of play, the Tartars are not close at all. They will die as much as they come! The more they come, the more they die. Amin is really brainless. When he aroused the Master, he will come to die immediately... It's a cheaper one..."

"That's right, the Tartars didn't have cannons, so they came to attack the city with their bows, arrows, swords and guns. I'll spit out..." A general was saliva at the Tartars who were coming to attack the city with disdain.

Zhang Heng also participated in the chat and said, "Master, in fact, the Tartars also have some cannons, but they are all things that are not as good as the weather. They are afraid that the Tartars themselves dare not use them... Hehe, our Folang cannons are far and accurate. If the Tartars want to use cannons to attack the city, they are making the wrong abacus and having a wrong dream..." Zhang Heng also sighed, the way of fighting has been completely changed. Without cannons, you cannot get close to the city wall, and you cannot get close to the city wall. How about siege the city

What? It is not easy to build cannons, especially these nomadic peoples in the north of the Ming Dynasty. If they want them to build cannons, it is conceivable... After one link after another, it can be seen that the history of the Central Plains being harassed and plundered by the nomadic peoples in the north will be afraid that it will never be returned. From now on, it will be another new world! Zhang Heng suddenly understood these insights, but these thoughts are buried in his heart and will not be told to others because they are too weird.

"Staff Secretary Zhang is right. If we say that we still have some treasures that we haven't taken out for use, then the Tartars are so unbearable. Haha, Staff Secretary Zhang! I think you are afraid that you will not be useful today..." Mao Wenlong saw the sharpness of this new tactic with his own eyes and felt a lot of emotion. At the beginning, he was planning to use some secret weapons, but according to the current situation, it seems unnecessary.

"The subordinates rely on the command of the Grandmaster, and they will use the commands of the Grandmaster as soon as they want..." Zhang Heng bowed and replied.

Mao Wenlong smiled and seemed very relaxed.

The horns have been blowing for a long time.

The siege of the Later Jin began again, and a tide of people carrying the siege equipment, roaring with all his might, running towards Zhenjiang Fort.

The strange scene was still there. There were no figures on the city walls, and under the city were the Tartars running wildly and roaring to attack the city.

Behind the battlements of the city wall were soldiers sitting against the battlements of the city wall. The screams outside were hoarse, as if they had nothing to do with the people under the battlements of the city wall.

"Ermao, the Tartars are siegeing the city, are you afraid?" The little flag also leaned against the battlements of the city wall to rest. Listening to the roar outside, he felt that he had nothing to do, so he started chatting.

"Boss, I'm not afraid at all. I'm really happy. Didn't you say that the Tartars are scary? Why am I not afraid at all now? It's not difficult to kill the Tartars! I just lit a few grenades and threw a few grenades. Until now, I haven't met the Tartars yet. The Tartars' head has now been given again... Boss, did you fight like this before?" Ermao ignored the blood on his head, holding the head tightly in his hand, as if he was afraid that the head would fly. He held the head while talking to his Shangguan.

"Hehe, in the past, we fought with the Tartars, and there was such a relaxing place. Listen to the Tartars outside, how lively they shouted? But what about us? Hehe, sitting here and chatting..., to talk about the past, that's different. We all had to fight to the death, and we were all tragic. A small flag like us, fighting a war and breaking a few brothers is common. This time we used a new style of fighting. None of the brothers were broken and not injured. This was impossible in the past, haha, thanks to these treasures... Alas, it would be great if we had these guys earlier..." The little flag happily patted the grenade on his body, then sighed, looking unbearable to look back.

The screams outside were higher than the other, but the world inside the city wall was "clear".

"That's right, this treasure is good. Thank you. Your Majesty. It's not that Your Majesty teaches us this way of fighting, or that Your Majesty gives us so many grenades. We dare to fight like this? How dare we put in such a capital? Throwing thousands of them out at a time. It's all money. Without His Majesty's money, who would be willing to do this?" A veteran immediately took over the conversation and started chatting, as if the screams outside were 100,800 miles away from them.

"That's right, Lao Song is right. After fighting for so many years, it's the first time I've experienced such a relaxed battle. We don't have to worry about it outside. We just sat under the battle walls and chatted. When we called out, we clicked on a grenade and threw it out. Then we took the lead. This battle... tsk, it's the first time I encountered this..." After hearing the old servant's words, Xiaoqi opened the conversation and pulled it up. No matter how thrilling the outside was or what kind of siege scene it was.

"Boss, I feel full of energy now. I want to find a Tartar to practice. I haven't even seen a Tartar before. What a pity..." Ermao said, holding the head, looking back at the battlements of the city wall. The battlements of the city wall blocked their sight. He knew nothing about the situation outside. He had nothing to do with him. He couldn't see it, nor did he care. He was sitting under the battlements of the city wall chatting and waiting. Waiting for the general flag, the hundreds of households shouted. Once the order was made, he took off a few grenades, unscrewed the lid, lit it, and threw it out. Ermao felt that fighting was so simple.

Facing Ermao's words, Xiaoqi and the old man smiled helplessly and looked back at the battlements of the city walls. In previous years, when they fought in wars, there was such a relaxation, and there would be no place to use force. That time, they sat down and rested without any effort after the battle, just like a death.

An old man was wiping his knife. Seeing that his team was having a lot of fun chatting, he also interrupted: "It's really boring. The knife that has been sharpened for such a long time is useless..."

"If you have the energy and have no place to use it, come and help me use the fork..." A soldier wearing half-body armor complained.

The battle situation is still the same as above.

There were still sparse gunfire, and a few sparse arrows shot out, which was considered an attack from the city.

The Tartars rushed to the city wall without any resistance, and still set up ladders to climb the city and shoot archery to cover it.

However, there seems to be no one defending the city wall at all. Except for the occasional sight of a figure, the city is almost an "empty city".

Amin and his generals saw the tide approaching the city wall, and the ladder was put on the city wall. In my memory, the pleasure of the city being about to be broken up came up again.

A coat slave cried so hard that his nose and tears flowed. He knelt on the ground, hugged Amin's feet, and kept begging.

"Master, I really can't go! I can't go. We don't have cannons and can't get close to you! Master, it's still too late to withdraw the troops now. If it's too late, it's too late. Mao Wenlong deliberately hung his body on the city wall, so he deliberately angered his master. Master, don't be fooled..."

Hou Jinli knew that there were still people coming here, but obviously, Amin who was furious was not dissuaded.

Amin had already had blue veins on his face, and was furious. If it weren't for the coat slave under his feet, he would have cut it with one knife. Seeing the ladder onto the city wall, Amin's feeling of luck and pleasure in breaking the city came up again. However, even so, it still could not hide the slight tremor of his fingers.

"Grenade, ten steps, three strikes, throw..." The general flag responsible for a section of the city wall shouted.

The Ermao, the small flag, skillfully lit the grenade and threw it out, not looking at what was happening outside, but just decided how much strength he could use according to the command of the general flag.

A burst of iron bumps flew out, and it hit the heads of the Chengxia Tartars like the first time. However, the Tartars who had seen the first thunder plow scene finally understood what these iron bumps were. No one was curious to pick them up, but turned around and ran away.

"Boom..., Boom..." A thunderous explosion immediately sounded under the city wall.

A thunder sounded just now. According to the usual drill, three-stage strikes like this were thrown out three times in a row, and they were further away from each other.

However, this time, after throwing the first batch, the general flag shouted wildly: "Damn, the Tartars are running, fast, directly intercept forty steps, forty steps..." The general flag had already observed the situation outside through the periscope. When the first batch of grenades were thrown down, the general flag started to run backwards, so regardless of the order of the three-stage strikes, they shouted wildly forty steps.

Ermao's team was still throwing grenades in the three-stage attack as they usually practiced. However, amid the explosion of the thunder plow, he suddenly heard the general flag shouting that the Tartars were about to run away. He directly intercepted forty steps. He was puzzled and added another force to the grenade that was about to be thrown out.

A thunder sounded, and the smoke rose, and Zhenjiang Fort fell into the cover of smoke again.

The servant who had been holding Amin's feet stopped crying, looked at Zhenjiang Castle in a daze, looked at the smoke of gunpowder, murmured: "It's over, it's over, it's over..."

Looking at the person running out of the smoke, Amin had a blue face and tightly grasped his palms, and the slight tremor became violent.

Mao Wenlong squatted under the battlements of the city wall and said to his subordinates with contempt: "The Tartars have learned to run away now. Is this still the Tartars? Didn't the Tartars brag about being invincible? Why are they shrinking their eggs now?"

A general laughed and said, "Master, our fighting style is so good that he can't resist it even if he doesn't run away. What else can the Tartars not do? Does the Grand Marshal think that the Tartars can't conquer it? In this way, their 20,000 people are afraid that they will all be left here one afternoon today..." The general teased relaxed and happy, with a few explosions outside from time to time and a few gunshots.

The generals and their followers began to tease about the ugly behavior of the Tartars' escape. Today's battle completely overturned the previous process of war. In the past, their followers would be sent to various dangerous areas at any time to make up for the gap. They were filled with their lives and used their lives to make up for their lives. There, like today, I followed my commander here to watch the scene, listen to the sound, and then just tugged.

"It has changed! This world has changed..." Mao Wenlong listened to the teasing of his subordinates, looked at the Tartars running back in the distance, and murmured to himself as if he had some insight.

Amin had a very dark face. Facing the soldiers and soldiers who fled back, he didn't say anything. If this were in the past, it would have been a severe punishment. However, today, Amin didn't know how to punish them. Is they not brave enough? Or are they afraid of death? Or are they not working hard?

"The Tartars are retreating now?" Ermao threw a few grenades and didn't hear the general flag shouting again. So he stopped and asked in wonder. Seeing that no one answered him, he was about to stretch out his head to see what was going on.

However, he was immediately scolded by his own little flag: "Ermao, you want to die..." Ermao suddenly remembered something and immediately shrank his head back.

In some arrow towers, you can still hear the sound of gunfire, and you can also see arrows shot from the arrow tower. These gunfires and arrows are heading towards the Tartars who are still fifty steps away.

The battlefield where the sound of killing just now was shocking, strangely quieted down again.

On the city wall, as if it was when siege before, there was no one who could be seen, as if this was a dead city.

The dense headless corpses hung on the walls of this dead city, and the city walls were covered with blood. Even at noon when the sun was rising, it made the city look gloomy and terrifying. Under the walls, there were corpses flowing with red blood, making the dead city look "real". A dead city, a death city, and a purgatory city appeared under the scorching sun on earth.

"Thousands of people are united... Mount Tai can be shaken! Only loyalty and righteousness..."

"Angry fighting bull... The Lord kisses me..."

"It's as good as my parents... I'm going to break military orders..."

I don’t know who led the singing, “City of Purgatory”, a heroic military song was sang. In an instant, countless thick sounds aroused, instantly filling the entire world.

"Hahaha..." After a burst of heroic laughter.

"Why do you say you have no clothes? You are with me..."

"Why do you say there is no clothes? You have the same womb as your son..."

"Why do you say there is no clothes? You have the same clothes as you..."

...

One by one, the thick military songs sounded, and the sound became louder and thicker, crossing the city walls, crossing the corpses, crossing the valleys, crossing the hills, and reaching the sky.

The sky was getting darker, and a group of black birds were hovering in the sky.

The loud noise of war during the day had already stopped, and the dead bodies had already made these dead messengers salivate.

Amin sat alone in the handsome tent. Through the gate of the handsome tent, he could see Zhenjiang Fort in the distance. The Zhenjiang Fort had been lit, and there was still nothing on the city tower. Zhenjiang Fort under the scarlet lights looked so quiet and weird. The headless corpses hanging on the city wall seemed particularly gloomy under the cover of night. The scarlet light occasionally swept over the dead bodies under the city, making the city even more terrifying. The blood-red river water and floating corpses in the river showed their ferocious faces from time to time under the lights. A lively purgatory city reappeared on the earth.
Chapter completed!