Zhao Dasheng held the Embroidered Chunjian high with the logo of the Jinyiwei. He saw that the 100 brothers left were already submerged by the enemy. He saw that his brothers were covered in blood and kneeling on the ground with one leg, with a musket in one hand and an embroidered Chunjian in the other, and was still fighting to the death.

Zhao Dasheng's eyes blurred with tears, and his face was filled with tears: "You are my brother, you can't die cowardly at the hands of the traitor. If you want to die, you must die on the battlefield of killing." Then he shouted loudly: "Milt gun, two pieces of shooting, put--"

All the Jinyiwei brothers pulled the trigger firmly with tears in their eyes.

As a burst of smoke flew, the one who had no life immediately stood up. But a figure stood up with difficulty. He was Zhao Xiaosheng. He tried hard to remove the armor from his body. Inside was the flying fish suit of the Jinyiwei who was stained with blood. Then, he took out the Jinyiwei's gauze hat from his arms, put it on his head with a straight blow, and shouted loudly: "The Jinyiwei is responsible for the task, and the treacherous slander is given the title."

Then, under the gaze of countless soldiers on both sides, he fell proudly to the sky.

Among the enemies, a guy holding a sword walked out strode, walked to Zhao Xiaosheng, cut off his head with the sword, and then waved his head: "Eliminate traitors for the country, maintain the rules and regulations, kill--"

The paused rebels burst out with a shout and charged again like a tide.

Rows of muskets knocked down batches of enemies. In front of the musket array, a barricade of corpses slowly piled up. Just when both sides could not hold on, suddenly a messy shout came from behind the enemy: "Doway, dodge, the cannon is coming."

With these shouts, Zhao Dasheng's heart suddenly sank. The child who should come is here. This time, the other party is real. He fights to the death and no longer has any concerns.

The enemy on the opposite side retreated with a shout, and then the five black holes were pressed against the barricade of the corpse. The cannon, which had been loaded, was ignited by the enemy. Five consecutive roars of earth-shaking roars. As the iron sand flew, Zhao Dasheng turned around and looked behind him, regardless of the holes that were covered in blood. However, it was just about to end the battle.

When he fell down dejectedly, Zhao Dasheng murmured in shame: "I'm sorry, Master Commander, we have done our best."

The commander of the city gate squatted in the innermost part of the alley. He witnessed this extremely tragic battle. His mind was very confused because the slogans shouted by both sides were so righteous. Who was the one who was the most correct?

Fortunately, the fierce battle between the two sides was on the street, and no one came to care about this dark alley. The gunner and his assistant quietly dragged the bodies that died at the entrance of the alley, slowly piled up the piles to block the entrance of the alley. In this way, as long as you are not a truly caring about this alley, no one will care about the entrance of the alley again.

The fighting sounds were coming and going, and the sky had begun to be bright, and the entire tragic battle had lasted for midnight, but the two sides were still tug of war.

However, as time passed, the group of enemies wearing black clothes and black cloth entered the entrance of the alley, and then they fell down layer by layer by layer amid the dense gunshots of the Jinyiwei.

And at this moment, there was a shout outside: "The cannon is here, the cannon is here."

Hearing these shouts, the city gate commander was frightened at that time. He tried harder to shrink his body, wishing he could shrink himself into the wall.

But he saw the two gunners quietly loading the sub-gun and then rushing one into the cannon chamber.

Just as they had just loaded up, a sudden burst of cannons roaring on the street. With the whistling sounds, the gunshots of the Jinyiwei's musket team suddenly became sparse.

At this time, the gunner roared and suddenly carried the 200-pound cannon on his shoulder. His deputy stood up without hesitation and poked it up with a torch.

At this critical moment, outside the entrance of the alley, a cherry gun pounced in like a poisonous snake, stabbing the deputy to death to the ground, and the torch in his hand rolled to the ground.

The gunner's eyes were already red: "Is there any living? Are there any living? Help us."

While roaring, he stared at the city gate commander with his eyes. Looking at his eyes, the city gate commander shrank even more desperately.

The gunner shouted at him: "For the sake of the revival of the Ming Dynasty, the implementation of the new policy, and for the poor, our descendants will no longer be hungry. Please help me."

Just as he was roaring, two more cherry guns pierced from the tired bunker and stabbed into the gunner's chest. But he did not fall, and blood was sprayed in his mouth, still standing there like a mountain, ignoring the enemy who was climbing the bunker, still staring at the city gate commander: "Help the Ming Dynasty and help the descendants. Don't go hungry."

The Ming Dynasty has nothing to do with me, but the last sentence prevents the descendants from starving, and makes the sergeant suddenly awake: "Yes, as the new policy says, your descendants will really stop starving."

He didn't know where the strength and courage came out, so he rushed towards the torch, picked it up, and pested it onto the fire door.

Just as the light of the gunpowder flashed, he heard the gunner whispering: "Thank you!"

The cannons roared, and countless leads swept across the enemy's artillery position. At this moment, the huge recoil was soaring that the cannon was flying, and the gunman fell down with a bang, but at the moment of falling, he did not forget to kick the sergeant under the cover of the corpse, and stuffed a waist sign in his hand: "Alive, you are already the Jinyiwei."

With the roar of cannons, the gunpowder exploded outside, and there were huge waves of air, overturning the wall of the corpse and burying the commander of the city gate.

A sudden flash in the alley, with a loud bang, the hot lead swept across the enemy's artillery position like a flying splendor. Countless red leads penetrated into the enemy's gunpowder barrel, immediately causing the gunpowder to explode.

The Ming Dynasty's gunpowder was indeed outrageous, but it couldn't stand it. The power of the twenty barrels of gunpowder brought by the enemy exploded together was quite terrifying.

With a loud bang, a black cloud covered with black and red flames flipped, like a beast and dragon, sweeping the streets into vanishing in a blink of an eye and razing the walls on both sides to the ground.

This battlefield where we are still fighting is quiet.

It was also after this huge explosion that the two sides, who were originally killed, were temporarily separated, giving both sides an opportunity to re-arrange.

The entire Chuxiong battlefield suddenly became quiet. But everyone knows such silence. This is just the beginning of another decisive battle. The war will be even more tragic and bloody.
Chapter completed!