The heavy rain is pouring down a lot, and the heavy rain that has been in a few days has been pouring down. In fact, it will rain heavily for a few days every year in Xiangfan every year, but it is still rare to see such a strong wind and rain as it is now.

It was dusk at this time, but now it is already a situation where you can't see your fingers, and it is even darker than usual in the second half of the night. There are loud bangs coming from afar, some are thunder from the sky, and more are Huihuans being fired continuously.

Liu Zheng was really fighting. Under his command, the Yuan army launched a crazy attack in the heavy rain. The first one to attack was the Huihui cannon. During this period, they built more than 100 Huihui cannons, and the remaining more than 100 were all taken here. The power of Huihui cannons in the rain was greatly reduced. The most important thing is that after repeated use of these siege equipment in the rain, various problems would arise. Soon a large number of Huihui cannons could not be used due to failure, but the rest was also amazing enough.

These rewind cannons can fire dozens of kilograms of huge rocks each time. They could have fired more than 100 kilograms, but in the rain they still lowered the standards of use, but even this way, the stones could not fly further, and their strength was reduced a lot.

But no matter what, when those stones hit the walls of Fancheng, there will still be a shocking roar, and the fragments of the stones are basically no different from shrapnel. The only thing that makes people feel comforted is that at this time, there are no defensive troops on the top of Fancheng. They are only put in many scarecrows in Song army uniforms to confuse the public, so there is no other loss except those terrifying loud noises.

However, in such rain, Liu Zheng could not see clearly whether those on the city were scarecrows or real people. He could only vaguely see people flying in the air occasionally. This scene made him very excited, so he did not order to stop and launch stones. He also made up his mind to not completely blow up this section of the city wall and never start an attack.

Liu Zheng was able to do it outside, but Zhang Shun was at the dock at this time. He was facing a huge team of 12,000 people. This was the first time he had commanded so many troops since he arrived in this world, and he could not help but feel a little excited and nervous.

The number of ships was not large. Although a lot of the goods on the ship were unloaded and distributed to the soldiers in the end, they still could not put all the soldiers on the ship. The arrival of more than 20,000 children of the Beggars' Gang did not have any other choice. Even if they tried their best, there were still nearly 6,000 children of the Beggars' Gang who had no chance of boarding the ship. They could only act with Zhang Shun and the others.

Zhang Shun also carefully selected the remaining people. He sent all the best and most likely soldiers who inherited his style onto the ship. There was no way to do so. He could only use this method to leave some seeds for others.

Although he did make complete preparations for this breakthrough battle, who can explain the war clearly? Maybe he would throw it there, and leaving some seeds for the remaining people is also a good choice.

Zhang Shun is really not afraid of fighting like this. Such a world is in danger and is always in panic every day. It is not so much a kind of torture as it is. Being able to die in the battlefield freely is a good choice, so he would rather follow his brothers to break through the siege than to get on the boat.

There was no boundless shore on the people. At this time, Zhang Shun felt like this. Tens of thousands of people stood in front of him and couldn't see the head at first sight. At this time, each of them was wearing a black straw raincoat. The rain slid from their bodies to the ground, splashing bigger splashes. From a distance, he looked like a group of evil ghosts walking out of hell. It really had the meaning of the army.

"I am Zhang Shun. Some of them know me, some know me, and many brothers don't know me, but it doesn't matter. I, Zhang Shun, have always believed that whoever is bloody with me today is my brother, so you are all my brothers." The night is as bright as ink, and the torches cannot be lit, so Zhang Shun cannot see the faces of those people clearly, but he believes that these people can hear his voice and feel his feelings.

"Everyone knows that I want to take you out of land with you, which is almost equivalent to dying. After all, everyone in the world knows that the Tartars are almost invincible on land. We don't have war horses, and now there are less than five thousand of them. These are the ones we seized in the forward battle. Many of you have not even learned to ride horses. We want to break out and face the Tartar army with at least 100,000 people. It is simply no different from dreaming in the daytime."

Apart from the sound of rain, there was no sound at all. Even the Beggars' Gang who didn't know Zhang Shun listened quietly. They were all attracted by Zhang Shun's words and wanted to know if this person could really lead them to create a miracle.

"But I still chose to attack from this road and defeat the enemy from the front! Because I know that only in this way can we show our determination and our combat effectiveness. We are not trying to tell others how powerful we are, but we just want to tell them that our lives are here, but if we want to, we have to rely on ourselves! People say that the Song people are cowardly, without the martial spirit of everyone in Tang Dynasty, so over the past few hundred years we have become fat in the eyes of others. One bite and one swallow a piece of our great rivers and mountains are broken. Now there are even Tartars who want to destroy our country and destroy our seeds, but are they really worthy? A group of barbarians who can't even make a blacksmith, really worthy of it.

Do you treat our country as slaves? I don’t accept it, I believe you don’t accept it either! While there is still a ball of fire in my heart that has not yet been extinguished, we will resist and would rather die than be a slave to the destruction of the country! We may not become heroes when we die on the battlefield, and many people will not even be a complete corpse. But I believe that heroic spirits will never be destroyed. Even if we are in the sky, we will watch our descendants fight endlessly. I cannot guarantee that none of you will leave this battlefield alive, but I can guarantee that I will be the first to enter the battlefield and the last to leave. This is my oath of Zhang Shun, the oath of an ordinary person in the Song Dynasty, not for this court, but for our future."

"Kill the Tartars!" Finally someone below called out, and then there were shouting like waves. Everyone felt that they were hot at this time. Even the cold rain could not calm them down. Perhaps only the blood of the enemy could calm them down.
Chapter completed!