Li Jingfang had too many belongings. Although he abandoned the heavy weight, he still took a long time to prepare and had not finished it.

At this time, the shamans chased after him.

As soon as he saw Li Jingfang's situation, he understood everything.

The war horse stopped from afar, suppressed the anger in his heart, and replaced it with a smile.

The reason why Shamandu did this was because he understood that he would not be able to gather the Han army in the city again and organize them to defend the city again, and he still needed this Han man.

"Mr. Li, there is turmoil in the city. You can't go out to play anymore. You must go back to the city to suppress the situation." This obviously gave Li Jingfang a step, hoping that under his own pressure, he could return to the city obediently and continue to work hard for Dajin.

Of course, Li Jingfang knew the current ghost thoughts of Shamandu. Now that he returned to the city, even if he guarded the city, he would never forgive him if he did this in the end and he would definitely cut off his head after the war.

So he quietly ordered Li Quan and walked towards the shaman: "Why did the master come back at this time? The situation has changed a lot, and I want to ask for instructions. So I decided to transport all our important things to the ship first, and then organize people to suppress the situation."

Hearing such an explanation, the shaman believed that he had accepted his past majesty and the steps he had given him now.

So he relaxed his vigilance and invited with a smile: "My subordinates are fighting in the city, and Lord Li needs to return to the city quickly to preside over the overall situation."

Li Jingfang agreed, but started to have military information again.

And just when he and the shaman were talking nonsense.

Li Quan had already brought 20 loyal close-fitting slaves to secretly take out a few muskets in a big box.

These muskets are all the top precision-making in Dongjiang Town, with gold and silver inlays, and each shot is valuable.

According to Zhao Xing's afterlife, the Dongxiang Town Military Factory deliberately created batches of the most luxurious and top-end muskets to satisfy the curiosity of the dandy. At the same time, it also earned a lot of money for Dongjiang Town.

Such muskets are not within the scope of strict sealed Dongjiang Town.

Because even if you buy a Jurchen, the quantity must not be large, because this top-end musket is inlaid with gold and silver, which is extremely luxurious. Even ordinary real people can't afford it.

Those who can buy this kind of musket are just those luxurious upper-class people. It is okay to show off each other when hunting, but it is not possible if it is used for war.

Because war ultimately depends on strategy.

This is like the finely crafted tiger and leopard tanks in later generations. The insufficient output can only be used as a tactical weapon. The T34, which was rough and thick in skin and simple in production, was the strategic weapon.

A few fancy muskets like this did not play any role in the battlefield. However, they brought a lot of money to Dongjiang Town and hollowed out their pockets.

However, Li Jingfang, who loves hunting, has enough money, so he bought 10 muskets of various decorations.

Li Quan took 10 domestic slaves, hid behind the pile of debris, and pointed them at a group of people in the Shamandu.

Just as Li Jingfang was chasing, he had already bought time for them and made full preparations.

Li Quan specially ordered the three of them to aim at the shamandu together. With his order, ten exquisite muskets were instantly activated.

The whistling bullets shot directly at the Jurchens riding on the horse.

The gunshots were loud and the shaman was stunned, but before he could react, he felt a pain in his chest. Before he could observe the wound, he was shot in the face again.

The hot lead shot through his face, rolled through his brain, and directly lifted the back of his head in half. Hemandu, the fourth Batulu of the Great Gold, killed countless powerful generals, fell under the horse in an unknown way like a pocket.

The other seven coat slaves also practiced accurate marksmanship with their masters, and immediately took the lives of seven Jurchen Goshhas.

The remaining three Jurchens immediately understood.

The master died. According to the rules of Dajin, they either killed the murderer or buried him with him. So they did not choose to escape, but immediately drew their swords and killed Li Jingfang who was right in front of them.

Li Jingfang was shocked and turned around and ran back. While running, she shouted: "Shoot, shoot quickly."

Reloading takes time.

In a blink of an eye, three Goshhas rushed to his back.

The horse's hooves were as if they were stepping on his heart, and the god of death was getting closer and closer to him.

At this time, Li Jingfang was really anxious. He had already run to the long plank road at the dock. Just as the enemy's long sword was about to slash him, Li Jingfang jumped desperately and jumped into the sea.

Li Quan didn't bother to go to salvage and rescue him, and fired the reloaded musket immediately.

Ten muskets fired together, and the remaining three Goshhas were killed on the spot.

He dropped the musket and ran to the edge of the plank road. He saw his godfather struggling in the sea.

He was about to step forward to rescue him, but Li Jingfang shouted at him: "Hurry, cut off the head, peel off the armor, and collect the military flag."

Li Quan immediately understood, threw a wooden board for his godfather, then pulled out the sword from his waist, harvested the head of the shamandu and his snow-white armor.

This is military merit. Shandong officials once fought with Mao Wenlong for 5 heads. This time, he harvested 10 heads, and one was Niulu. With that military flag, he immediately had a bright future when he went to Shandong.

Li Jingfang, who was like a chicken, was caught from the sea by the slaves and shouted desperately: "Go on the boat, get on the boat, and start the boat quickly."

The housekeeper was anxious: "But we still have so many things that we haven't moved them?"

"Don't throw them away. With those 10 heads, a military flag is much stronger than these rags. It's important to escape quickly, otherwise it will be too late."

Yes, the Jurchen cavalry rushed out not far away from the Lushun City Gate. And under the sea line, the walls of the Dongjiang Town Navy had already appeared. If you didn't leave, you would have no way to escape.

Everyone rolled and crawled onto the big ship.

When Li Quan saw the servants rushing to untickle the cables, he was very anxious and directly picked up a big axe and cut off the cables suddenly.

The sails, which had been full of water, jumped forward with this big ship with deep draft, overturning everyone on the deck to the ground.

Li Jingfang and Li Quan got up in a panic and saw that the Jurchen cavalry had rushed to the dock, but they could only jump to the big ships that were getting farther and farther away and scolded them.

On the sea in the south, there were already densely covered with warships of the Ming army, and there were already roaring cannons.

The whistling shells passed the big ship and smashed on the dock, causing the Jurchen soldiers to overturn.

Riding on the northeast wind, the big ship finally rushed out of the firefight between the two sides. Li Jingfang and Li Quan and his son finally breathed a sigh of relief, and cried with joy, and couldn't help but hold their heads and cry.
Chapter completed!