Chapter 61: The Breaking Ring (Part 1)

Chen Youliang held the battlements with one hand, his face darker than the red clouds in the sky. A string of pink blood beads slowly flowed out of his palm, but he felt no pain at all.

The Xishui defense line was broken, and the Qishui Bridge changed hands immediately. In just less than half a month, the Tianwan Empire was left with an isolated city in Qizhou, the old nest. No, if Chizhou and half of Anqing Road in the south of the Yangtze River were included, it would not have been destroyed. But how could the prosperity there be compared with Qizhou? Since Emperor Xu of the Tianwan Dynasty ascended the throne, he used most of the annual finances and taxes, as well as the confiscation of income, in Qizhou. To build this city like a fairyland on earth. Lost Qizhou would be equivalent to losing half of the family of the Tianwan Empire. Moreover, with the temperament of His Majesty the Emperor, after retreating to Chizhou, he would have to do something about Qizhou again. At that time, the left prime minister Ni Wenjun was not forced to rebel, and the right prime minister Peng Yingyu might not be able to withstand his arrogance and extravagance.

Therefore, in the eyes of Chen Youliang, the commander of the Tianwan Empire as the new General of Jinwu and the commander of the Five City Military and Mas Commander, defending Qizhou is the first key to protecting the Tianwan Empire. If Qizhou is gone, the Tianwan Empire will completely lose the need for existence. For the other southern red scarf brothers in Anqing and Chizhou, it is more comfortable without Xu Shouhui, the nouveau riche emperor than having such an emperor. At least, everyone doesn’t have to spend the money that should have been used to build arms to marry a concubine for His Majesty the Emperor.

But then again, it was precisely because of Xu Shouhui's extravagance and waste that Qizhou City could hold on to this day. As early as the second year of Tianwan, it was re-vamped with a blue stone. The shells could only smash a small white pit. With the strong enemy building, arrow bushings, and various complete and complicated defensive facilities, the three thousand elite soldiers brought back from Chizhou could cooperate with the already weak imperial guards, who had already had weak legs and feet, and struggled to withstand the rounds of crazy attacks outside the city.

However, in this way, the casualty rate of both sides increased exponentially, and all the brothers of the Tianwan Empire died. Ni Wenjun, who was eager to show his strength in front of the new master, moved out all his elite troops, and did not hesitate to spend money. In order to defend the capital of the Tianwan Empire, Chen Youliang also tried his best to do everything possible. However, the Prime Minister of the Sichuan Province of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, Taya Yahadulu and his official troops had been leisurely busy on the hills outside the city these days, as if a wealthy young man from a wealthy family was watching two wild dogs biting.

The purpose of the old thief Tatsuya Hachitulu was to completely drain the blood of the Southern Sect Red Turban. In his eyes, Xu Shouhui in the city and Ni Wenjun outside the city were all objects that needed to be eliminated, and there was no big difference between them.

However, even though he knew that the old thief was fighting to drive the tiger and swallow the wolf, no one could stop the battle inside and outside the city. Until now, both sides had no way out. Either Ni Wenjun killed Xu Shouhui and proved his loyalty to the Yuan Dynasty with the blood of his former robes. Either Xu Shouhui killed Ni Wenjun, proving that he, the Emperor Tianwan, was still destined to be with the will of heaven, and the other party was ruthless. No one had a third way to choose from inside and outside the city.

Even if there is a third possibility, Yahachitulu will not allow it to exist. What he needs is a great military achievements and a land that will never rebel again, so as to rise to the top. As for how many people are left on this land after the war, there is no need to care. Anyway, in the eyes of him and most Mongolian nobles, the common people are just a number on the household registration paper. If it is cut off today, it will grow again in a short time. You will not see that when Prime Minister Boyan went south, he killed the corpse and blood. In just seventy or eighty years, the cities and villages on both sides of the Yangtze River have become crowded again. The Mongolian men want to find a large open and uninhabited place to be a ranch, and they have to toss and make several repeated efforts.

Therefore, the blood has not flowed enough today, and the sun has not set yet. The old thief of Yahatatulu still has plenty of time to force the red scarf brothers outside the city to flow again. He looked up at the clouds in the west and the enemy troops who were placing cannons under the clouds. Chen Youliang gritted his teeth to infer.

That was the six-jin cannon purchased by the Huaian army at a high price of 6,000 guan per jamb. It was a long range and powerful. If the shells landed, there would never be a living person to stand up half a meter away. However, all these powerful weapons were brought to the Mongol Yuan by Ni Wenjun. Now, it turned around and began to massacre its former robes.

The sky to the west slowly turned dark red, and the sun blocked by the red clouds burned a circle of bright gold edges. Straws of sunlight shone out from the splicing of the clouds, sprinkled on the surrounding smoky hills, and coated all the scenery with a layer of warm tassels.

Warm and golden hills are reflected by several narrow streams not far from the city, forming a quiet golden world. On the outside of the world, there are several layers of lead-gray mist, floating from the sky to the ground.

It was the smoke and dust that was stepped on with his feet when the Ni family army was passing by. The cruel God liked to joke the most. In the short time before the fierce battle was about to come, he would always deliberately create various beautiful scenes, and the humans who were disliked by him would step by step become all the beautiful destroyers. They were like locusts, flowing through the stream and through the wilderness. Wherever they passed, all colors became dim, leaving only ugly and cold black and white.

‘The greatest ability of human beings is to kill each other and enjoy it.’ The next moment, Chen Youliang found that he had become a Taoist monk, calm and wise.

He urgently needed this calmness, otherwise it would be difficult for him to guarantee that he would survive to the end of this round of battle, and even the nouveau riche behind him, and the palace deep in the lonely city, could continue to live safely. So even if he was full of boredom in his heart, he had to take his palm back from the city wall again and raise an orange flag high. "After each battlement, there was a war soldier left, and everyone else went down to avoid artillery. Without my order, no one was allowed to come up."

After saying that, he threw the banner into the arms of his personal soldiers beside him and rushed into the enemy building with great strides.

"Boom," "Boom,." "Boom,." "Boom," a series of dull thunder sounded against the ground, followed by a shrill roar in the sky, "Sweep,,,,,." "Sweep,,,,,." "Sweep,,,,,." "Sweep,,,,,." "Sweep,,,,,."

It was a projectile of the six-jin cannon. The sound of penetrating the air was so cold that it was desperate. Then, the western wall of Qizhou City began to shake, and countless broken stones splashed with the explosion of the shells, smashing the surroundings of the landing site, causing flesh and blood to fly.

"Boom," "Boom,." "Boom,." "Boom," "Boom," the six-jin cannons placed on the enemy building and the horses on both sides quickly returned to their colors, shot out projectiles from a high place, smashing them into the artillery position outside the city, smashing the position into smoke.

The same specifications of artillery, the same specifications of projectiles, the same formula of gunpowder, and even the gunners of both sides were trained by the same group of masters. They were hard to distinguish between each other's abilities. In a blink of an eye, inside and outside the city, they were beaten into a pot of porridge. The heavy cast iron projectiles dragged the shrill whistling sound, taking away fresh lives and blowing the originally peaceful and quiet world to pieces.

"Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu" The horn sounded stubbornly in the gap between the roar of shells, dull and desolate. With the sound of the horn of attack, the Ni family army's soldiers began to speed up their pace. The guns were like forests, the swords were like snow, and the boots wrapped in buffalo skin were stepped on the ground, shaking the entire world in the gap of the helmet.

"Six thousand-man teams, twenty city-drilling cars, and more than one hundred ladders." The lookout hand standing on the top of the enemy building opened his voice and reported loudly, "The main attack direction is still the horse face on the right side of the Ximen. They brought big guns, many big guns."

"Six thousand-man teams, twenty city-drilling cars, more than one hundred ladders, and countless large guns." A centurion rushed into the depths of the enemy building and recounted the observation results loudly to Chen Youliang, "The enemy situation was not seen in other directions for the time being near the horse's face on the right side of the Ximen in the main attack direction."

"Splash, two minutes later, you will bring our musketman to the wall." Chen Youliang glanced out calmly and then ordered decisively.

"Yes." Zhang Bi, the commander of the thousand-time man nicknamed "Pao Zhang", stood up and rushed out of the enemy building with a "Golden Bell" the size of a pig's head.

Influenced by Huaiyang, Chizhou Red Turban and Qizhou Red Turban have become popular in the hands of minutes to record the time. The "Golden Bell" produced in Yangzhou is regarded as a treasure by every senior general. Compared with hourglass, water clocks, and guibei, this thing is not only accurate, accurate timing, but also much more convenient to carry. Before the battle, it is aligned with the "Golden Bell" in the head coach's hand. Next, just wind up and twist it enough, and within a whole day, both sides can achieve coordination and consistency.

"Wu Hong, let the four-jin cannons load poison and ammunition, create smoke, and disrupt the enemy gunner's sight." As he watched Zhu Zhang leave, Chen Youliang thought about it and decisively pulled out the second command arrow again.

"Yes." Wu Hong, the commander of the thousand-time men, got up and received the order, and walked out without hesitation.

With the familiarity of firearms among all parties involved in the war and the emergence of six-jin cannons, the four-jin cannons purchased from the Huaian army in the early days have become increasingly useless, but the wisdom of the craftsmen is infinite. At least under Chen Youliang's command, the craftsmen fully utilized their respective potentials, allowing the four-jin cannons that were frequently eliminated to rejuvenate their youth.

As the figure of the commander Wu Hong appeared on the top of the city, soon, the four-jin cannons placed behind the battlements made a roar one after another, "Boom boom boom." "Boom boom boom boom." "Boom boom boom boom." "Boom boom boom." Dozens of scarlet fireballs dragged a long arc and smashed into the team slowly moving forward outside the city one after another. Then, balls of dark yellow smoke surged from the ground and jumped high into the air.

"Boom,." The six neat square formations instantly split into pieces. When the thick smoke rose, each soldier who was affected by the Ni family army covered his mouth and nose with his hands, hunched over, coughed desperately, and tears and snot rolled down his smoky face.
Chapter completed!