After this, Fatty Zhao lost the enthusiasm to be a teacher. Then there were topics that men liked, such as the romantic and romantic women, and the courtesans, bursts of lewd laughter and screams rang in the house.

After eating and drinking, everyone left the restaurant, bowed and said goodbye with drunken eyes, and left.

"Didn't you drink too much?" Zhang Junneng looked at Fatty Zhao squintedly and joked: "Do you want to drink flower wine?"

Fatty Zhao waved his hand and said, "Just this day off, I'd better go back and wash and have a good sleep."

Zhang Junneng nodded and said with some emotion: "Xiaobao went to Liaodong with the observation group, and I don't know what's going on?"

The trio turned into a two-person group, and Fatty Zhao felt it was a bit strange. Just as he was about to speak, a shouting voice not far away attracted him.

"Thirsty water, thirsty water, sweet and sour thirsty water." A half-girl was selling, and a middle-aged man next to him was busy. What attracted Fatty Zhao to pay attention to was the girl's Liaodong accent.

The so-called "thirsty water" is the fruit and vegetable-type beverages of the Ming Dynasty, including forest (sand fruit) thirsty water, papaya thirsty water, Schisandra chinensis thirsty water, bayberry thirsty water, etc.

Zhang Junneng's eyes flashed, as if he guessed what Fatty Zhao was thinking, and smiled and said, "I'm thirsty after drinking, let's go and have two bowls."

Fatty Zhao hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and asked for two bowls of bayberry thirsty water.

"Come from Liaodong?" Zhang Junneng asked casually while drinking thirsty water.

"Yes, yes!" The middle-aged man stopped and a smile appeared on his naive face.

Zhang Junneng nodded and asked, "How is it, can you still live a good life?"

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and said, "We are a relative, and we can still make a living with our stomachs with relatives."

Fatty Zhao drank all his thirsty water, looked at the girl deeply, threw a piece of silver into the big bowl where he collected money, and turned around and left without saying a word.

"Customer, you've given too much." The middle-aged man reached out and asked for money.

Zhang Junneng waved his hand hard and said, "Please keep it, let you keep it, you don't have to look for it."

After walking a few steps, he caught up with Fatty Zhao. Zhang Junneng reached out to put his hand on his good brother's shoulder and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's find a place to have a few more drinks. I heard that there is a barbecue restaurant in Chengdong, which tastes good."

Fatty Zhao agreed happily, smiling a little reluctantly, "Let's go, you don't know what kind of alcohol you can drink, it's okay to drink two rounds of you."

The two walked away with laughter, and behind them, the middle-aged man's thanks were faintly heard.

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It’s almost autumn, it’s still so hot!

Zhang Zhuzi stopped in front of the wooden gate, raised his arm to wipe his sweat, and then shouted loudly: "Is there anyone at home?"

Time was not long, and with a crisp response, Yingzi walked out of the house wrapped in wet hair, and recognized Zhang Zhuzi through the fence gate, and quickly accelerated his pace.

"Brother Zhang, come in quickly." Yingzi opened the yard door, smiled and gave in, rubbed her wet hands on her clothes twice, and then wanted to take the pocket that Zhang Zhuzi was carrying.

"Don't take possession, I'll put it for you at the door." Zhang Zhuzi walked over and placed the rice bag by the door.

Yingzi hurriedly took a stool, poured a bowl of water, and took out a wet cloth to wipe Zhang Zhuzi's sweat.

"This grain is really fast." Yingzi finished her busy work and asked in surprise: "I still think about the autumn coming!"

Zhang Zhuzi took two sips of water, wiped his mouth, and said, "I heard that it was shipped from Nanyang, not from our Ming Dynasty."

Nanyang? I don’t know where it is. Yingzi smiled and did not continue to ask.

Zhang Zhuzi took out a paper bag from the cloth bag around his waist, handed it over, and said, "This is a medicinal material, prepared for the army. I asked someone to ask for a pack and let the old man drink it!"

Yingzi reached out to take it and thanked him repeatedly, "Brother Zhang, you took care of you so much, I really don't know how to thank you."

"I thank you, I'm from the villagers." Zhang Zhuzi stood up and said, "I heard that the court would send a large ship to catch whales. It's more difficult for us to fish and farm."

Suddenly remembering something, Zhang Zhuzi quickly said, "By the way, build a shed or a small house at home. The court wants to send a batch of ducks to each island, so it must be well maintained. In the future, life will get better and better."

Yingzi nodded vigorously, saw a hole in Zhang Zhuzi's clothes, and said with a smile: "Don't be busy leaving first, I'll get the needle and thread and add a few needles to your clothes."

"No need to worry." Zhang Zhuzi looked down and said indifferently: "I have to inform others. The army is probably coming back soon, so I have to prepare more."

"Have you won?" Yingzi stopped and asked with wide eyes.

Zhang Zhuzi smiled and nodded, saying, "Although there is no exact information, Lushun Fort must be held. I guess Jiannu's death and injury are indispensable."

Yingzi grinned and said, "The ditches we dug are useful. I know that it's not bad when I see the sound of thunder during the military training."

Zhang Zhuzi smiled and waved his hand, turned around and limped out of the yard with his legs.

Staring at the limp but thick back in the distance, Yingzi pursed her lips and stood for a long time until the bumpy back disappeared in the distance.

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Outside Lushun Fort.

On the battlefield, there were screams of killing and screams, and they were occasionally covered by the loud explosions and the roar of muskets.

One side attacks from front to back, while the other side is brave and stubborn, and the fight is extremely fierce.

When a soldier fell down, another soldier rushed up, his spear was swallowed and spitted, and the sword light was cold. Every living life seemed fragile at this time and passed away in an instant.

Another row of muskets exploded, and hundreds of Ming army musketeers suddenly appeared from the flank hillside and shot countless lead bullets ruthlessly at Jiannu.

The battle formations with the Ming army ahead were too dense. The Ming army almost didn't need to aim, just fired with muskets one by one.

White smoke continued to rise, and Jiannu kept people rushing up and overturning the horses. Screams and horses were neighing one after another. Horses who were still shot were running and neighing frantically, adding to the chaos in Jiannu's battle formation.

These five or six hundred Ming armies musketeers stood on the hillside, using four rows of round-rotation shooting techniques to continuously shoot, and maintain the sustainability of firepower.

"Quick, hurry, push it here, yes, it's here." The officer commanded and roared, and more than a dozen grenade vehicles pushed and raised, ready to take their seats after the battle formation.

Thunders were placed in the projectile bag, the line of fire was lit, the hammer smashed the iron hook, fired, fired!

The black shells crossed the Ming army's battle formation and smashed into Jiannu's queue. Ten kilograms of play fell from the sky, and they were dizzy even if they could not kill them.

Looking at the smoke-filled thunder under his feet, even the experienced and fierce Jiannu couldn't help but howl in fear.

The explosions rang out one after another after the flash. Even Jiannu, who was not hit by shrapnel, lost his hearing when he was close to him, and his eyes were filled with flowers.

Thunder bombarded the sky and shot continuously. After every roar and explosion, Jiannu was injured and fell down.

It was like a stone thrown in the lake, causing a circle of ripples, but it was a turbulence of flesh and blood flying. Jiannu's battle formation became increasingly weak and sparse.

As the war soldiers in front were consumed, the battle formations of the two armies broke out from contact and opened some distance.

The throwing of the sky-bang thunder slowed down, but the musketeers had room to display.

Under the command of the officer's whistle and shouts, a team of musketeers crossed the swords, shields, and spearmen, and raised their guns to shoot; the thick white smoke had just filled up, and another group of musketeers stepped forward and raised their guns to fire.

Rows of lead ejections shot towards the enemy, and the battle formation slowly advanced forward, and the grenade carts behind the formation followed closely. The battle formation was like an unstoppable thick wall, and pressed towards Jiannu again.

Broken, broken!

Jirgalang saw this scene in the distance, his heart sinking, realizing that failure might have become a reality.

This kind of matchup was avoided by Jirgalang. When the armor and equipment of both sides were not much different, shooting at a distance of 60 or 70 meters, the killing of muskets was far better than that of bows and arrows.

Moreover, the battlefield is not wide and the cavalry cannot be used.

The most important thing is that after the road was cut off by the Ming army that suddenly emerged, Amin did not think it was an obstacle that was difficult to break through, and there was no need for the entire army to return.

But when Amin led a group of troops to attack the Ming army that blocked the road, the Ming army in Lushun Fort suddenly went out, forcing Jiergalang to lead his troops to fight in case his elder brother's troops were attacked.

But in this way, when fighting on both sides, Jiannu fell into a passive situation.

After a battle, Jirhalang discovered that the Ming army's muskets were sharp and the bombing was fierce.

Only then did he deliberately retreat quickly, attract the Ming army to step forward, and then suddenly pounced back, risking the lead bullet shot and paying casualties, and using melee combat to defeat the enemy.

But to Jirgalang's surprise, although the Ming army did not have the upper hand in close combat, it was not easily defeated.

Now, the two sides have formed this kind of combat situation, even worse.

After the attack and defeat of his army, his morale was already low, and another pounce would probably not work.

"Go and report to Erbeile quickly. Our military personnel will immediately retreat." Jierhalang called his personal soldiers and lowered his voice and ordered: "If the losses are heavy, the blue flag may no longer be controlled by him."

Jirgalang knew his brother's temper and his brother was killed. If he didn't know how powerful he was, he would probably fight to the end.

But he knew that this side could no longer stop it, and it was only a matter of time before he could retreat. The battle on Amin's side continued, and there was still no sign of victory.

The consequence of delaying is that it is getting stuck on the main road more and more tightly, and even the way out will be blocked. By then, there will be only the result of the entire army being wiped out.

The personal soldiers took the order and left. Jirgalang gritted his teeth and ordered the archers to shoot against the enemy. The armored soldiers dismounted to prepare for infantry battles. He also dispatched some people to climb up the hillside and intercepted the enemy who was detouring.

In terms of numbers, Jirgalang has seen that the enemy has the advantage, and this war of attrition is even more unfavorable to his own army.
Chapter completed!