A few days ago in Shanhaiguan, Longwu Master Yao Mengyang (the grandson of Yao Yuxian) planned a "voyage to Juehua Island". He wanted to bring a group of Longwu Masters and combine private soldiers from each family to form an elite force to travel to Juehua Island.

...No, it was to join the war. At that time, Jin Shiqi thought it was nonsense and did not believe that they could make the trip. But at this moment, the two big ships actually came.

The Shanhaiguan Naval Garrison Department was taken over by them!

Jin Shiqi was admiring how life is like a drama. Suddenly his right eye twitched - Damn it, why did those two ships turn? The sailors on the ship were controlling the sails, and the bow of the ship had already deflected.

They are not trying to run away!

The Magpie roared loudly, "Come back!" "We are the Dragon Warriors!" "Damn you!" "Didn't you see our flag!"

Jin Shiqi hurriedly put his head out. The Magpie was originally flying a small Longwu Navy flag, but it was damn burnt. The two beautiful ships were really turning around and sailing ruthlessly into the distance.

How tragic! Jin Shiqi was so anxious that he wanted to jump into the water and chase him... At this moment, a rumbling sound suddenly came from Zhangshan Island.

That's the sound of drums!

Cha Yingcai is ordering the Longwu Army to beat the drums!

It was a slow but firm "double click", the sound of "dong dong...dong dong...". The sound of the drum was an order for the army to maintain their position and wait for battle, as if to say: "Stand still! Stand firm!"

The sound of drums came from far away, drifting in the wind for miles on the sea, but every Ming army understood the meaning of the drums. Sure enough, the two big ships - they seemed to suddenly remember something, and suddenly fell down

The sails were lifted and gradually stopped. There was a roar of joy on board the Magpie, and Jin Shiqi immediately ordered: "Catch up!"

…

Jin Shiqi grabbed the rope ladder and climbed up the side of the Wuteng. He wanted the sailors to follow him, but all the sailors on the Magpie were too exhausted to stand up and could not hold on to the rope ladder at all.

Jin Shiqi jumped onto the deck of the Wuteng and left two bloody footprints on the clean deck.

Yao Mengyang, Ji Rui, and more than a dozen Longwu masters and private military officers were waiting there. They were so happy that they wanted to cry and rush to hug. But looking at the bloody armor on Jin Shiqi's body, their faces were full of gray and black.

They were all shocked by the blood stains and red eyes. Some of them were so frightened that they took a few steps back.

10 days ago, on this big ship, the young master Jin who taught the country how to drink wine turned out to be like this!

Jin Shiqi said with a hoarse voice and a sad smile, "Welcome to Juehua Island."

"Brother!" Those brothers turned their thousands of words into this cry, and they rushed over one after another. Then they shouted noisily: "Brother, you are alive!" "Brother Jin, what are you busy with?" "Brother, why are you so dirty?

"

Jin Shiqi pushed them away, "Two things, let's talk about the first one first." Jin Shiqi pointed to the sea around him. On the broken bridge, there were thousands of slave soldiers struggling on the raft. "Your military exploits are right in front of you. Everyone.

, you can get at least 10 heads."

In this era, the way to measure military merit is the heads. In the past, Wu Sangui could only collect more than 10 heads, but he was so arrogant that he almost jumped over the city wall. Now everyone can get 10 heads, and all the young masters climbed to the mast.

When the two ships arrived at this sea area, they saw the tragic scene on the sea. Yao Mengyang and others were at a loss: the soldiers on the pontoon and the broken leather boat (the Magpie) had no flags. Jiannu once

They were subordinates of the Ming Dynasty and were organized into the "Three Guards of Jianzhou". Half of their equipment was looted from the Ming army, and the other half was copied. It was indeed difficult for the scattered soldiers at sea to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. They could only retreat first and study later.

But now it's easy.

Jin Shiqi ordered: "Except for the Big Magpie, everything on the sea is slave soldiers." Jin Shiqi ordered the officers and sailors of the Wuteng to "raise the sails, rush in, use the hull to raise the waves, and lift the slave soldiers."

Turn over into the sea.”….

The young masters and the private soldiers on the boat stared blankly at Jin Shiqi. They had been running for hundreds of miles on the sea. What they wanted to do was to enter the port, take a bath, eat seafood, and then brag to their father...

"What are you waiting for!" Jin Shiqi roared, "This is a battlefield! Anyone who disobeys orders will be killed!"

As soon as these words came out, the private soldiers and sailors hurriedly took action, pulling up the sails, steering the helm, donning armor, and were busy. The people who could board these two ships were all elite soldiers with battlefield experience. But the group of young men retreated in horror.

Going to the edge of the deck, I watched two large ships rushing into a miserable sea, and then there were screams on the sea, and arrows were shot on the deck.

Jin Shiqi stood at the front of the deck, giving orders continuously and guiding the course. Everyone could feel a murderous aura spreading from him, covering half of the deck.

He has experienced nine levels of tests of ice and fire, and his body glows with a heroic aura condensed from thousands of lives.

"What are you doing!" Jin Shiqi stared at the young men, "Where are the weapons? Find bows and arrows, light fire bricks and hit them. Put on the armor first!"

Those guys responded to the call and rushed to find armor and weapons. Jin Shiqi originally wanted to inform them of the death of his father and brother in order to stimulate their desire for revenge. But he was afraid that they would panic and make irrational actions, so he could only end the battle first.

.

The next few hours were a one-sided massacre between the two large ships.

They kept sweeping across the sea, like elephants running wildly on the lawn. They hit the broken bridges and rafts with their wide and hard hulls. When sailing downwind, they rolled up waves several feet high and pushed the slave soldiers into the ice sea.

The slave soldiers also shot arrows up, but the arrows could not penetrate the three-inch thick hard ship plank. The sails of Ming Dynasty warships were equipped with bamboo fire-proof sails. Although they were heavy, they were strong enough. Hundreds and thousands of arrows

Plugging it in only adds a slight amount of weight.

Finally, some of the slaves begged for mercy. They raised their hands or knelt down on the raft. The big ship would order them to throw their armor and weapons overboard, and then throw the rope over and let them tie it to their waists. After they were brought on board, they tied it tightly.

and threw it in the cabin.

But only a few surrendered, and the vast majority of the slave soldiers tenaciously shot arrows, waved spears, rowed oars, or jumped into the ice sea on their own.

A few miles away, tens of thousands of slave-building troops on Juehua Island witnessed the desolate scene. They were helpless. Until noon, black smoke rose from Juehua Island.

The port, granary, Longwu Military Camp, and the Chinese army in the middle of the mountain were all set on fire. The slave soldiers on the island set fire to each other separately. The flames became bigger and bigger, and the black smoke billowed up, and was blown thousands of feet into the sky by the north wind.

The sky is filled with white clouds.

100,000 stones of food, 200,000 stones of fodder, and more than a thousand ships, the foundation of Longwu Navy will all be reduced to ashes. The young men and private soldiers on the ship also crowded on the bow and looked at the fire.

The young master choked and said, "Everything... is burned!"

"Good job." Jin Shiqi smiled and said, "They gave up."

Sure enough, the pontoon bridge was already empty, and the slave barracks on the shore were all being reorganized. The troops had already assembled and slowly moved to the rear. The winner on the sea had been decided, and Jiannu could only retreat. A battle at the Longwu Navy

The hard fight finally came to an end.

Longze and Wuteng continued to approach Juehua Island.

The ice sea has been ravaged by them, and most of the more than a thousand slave soldiers have fallen into the ice water. Only the last few most tenacious slave soldiers are left, rowing to the shore on small rafts. They have been flopping a few times.

For an hour, I fought against the waves and the north wind with a makeshift oar, and luckily escaped interceptions one after another. I was struggling to return to the coast. I was only a few hundred steps away, and I could even see the troops on the shore waving and shouting.

Cheer them.

Jin Shiqi would not let them go. He once swore, "No matter how many enemies step onto this floating bridge, they will all be killed."…

At this moment, thousands of slave soldiers on the shore of Juehua Island, as well as tens of thousands of slave soldiers from various battalions and teams on the island, stopped one after another. They all stared at the sea angrily, and they were all cursing. Anyway, Jin Shiqi was

Can't understand.

The battleships Longze and Wuteng rushed to the shore like two demons. They overturned the last dozen or so small rafts that were escaping one by one, not even giving them a glimmer of hope of survival. They turned around again,

They stood proudly in the ice water 300 steps south of Juehua Island, like two castles. The sailors were quickly pulling the sails, and the two ships were slowly turning.

There was only the last small raft left between the ship and the coast. It was the furthest one among the thousands of slave soldiers. He had been struggling in the icy water for two hours and approached the remaining broken bridge. Countless slaves

The soldiers were cheering for him: Just one! Only one slave soldier comes ashore now! He will become Batulu!

On board the Wu Teng, the young men were shooting arrows one after another.

The slave soldiers on the shore rushed to the seaside and rushed to rescue him despite the scolding and whipping of the officers. Nearly ten thousand people stood on the seaside and fired arrows to suppress the two large ships. But they were too far away and no one could shoot up.

Then they rolled out the artillery and pushed the heavy wheels onto the ice to bombard Long Wu's fleet. But they didn't have time.

With everyone watching and thousands of people shouting and cursing, the dozen young masters from the Wu Teng fired a volley, and the arrows splashed messily into the ice water around the slave soldier, bouncing on the ice floe.

None of them hit.

It didn't matter, I missed the first round, and kept shooting in the second and third rounds. They were all rich. Finally, they nailed the slave soldier to the raft.

No slave soldier can escape from this sea of ​​ice.

Is it cruel? But how have they ever forgiven the soldiers and civilians who were trapped on Juehua Island and all over Liaodong?

In an instant, the sails were adjusted in place and the two large ships began to accelerate. This small, but majestic and invincible fleet cruised horizontally along the south coast of Juehua Island. Artillery was released sporadically from all over the shore. But under such conditions and

At this distance, they were unable to hit the moving fleet. That little bit of fire was not an attack so much as a salute dedicated to the Longwu fleet!

Longwu's brothers pointed at Juehua Island and shouted: "If you don't accept it, go to the sea!" "You have thousands of troops, but you can't kill me!" "Look here! Jiannu across the way, look here! Brother

Alive!"

The horn sounds!

A melodious horn sound came from the island, nine times in a row.

The slave soldiers broke out with one last curse, mixed with cries and howls, and retreated one after another. No more arrows were shot, no more artillery roared, and no one even looked at the sea anymore. The slave camps left like the ebbing tide.

Jin Shiqi stood on the port side of the Wuteng, holding the railing tightly with both hands, his palms filled with ice and blood. His heart was as cold as ice, and he stared at the slave soldiers on the shore - there were hundreds of slave soldiers lined up all over the mountains and plains, with dozens of soldiers and horses.

Thousands of horses wandered like long snakes toward the northwest ice field. Armors of various colors were neatly arranged, and flags were overwhelming. Those tens of thousands of horses rumbled away across the ice, and even the deck of the Wu Teng shook and buzzed.

On that shore is the most powerful army on the East Asian continent in this era.

That army was the nightmare of the Ming Empire in the last decades. That nightmare finally came true and tore the entire empire into pieces.

Jin Shiqi watched the army go away. He knew that sooner or later he would meet them one day. In the first month of the sixth year of Apocalypse, he only had a few thousand remaining soldiers and a few ships. He relied on geographical conditions and water warfare to save his life. "

Next time, or in the final battle, I will lead my own legion to face you on the frontal battlefield."

Jin Shiqi rushed to the stern of the boat and roared at their backs, "You must live strong and healthy!"

The entire Juehua Island was on fire. The food and grass, the ships, the barracks, the woods on the mountains, everything turned into black smoke, filling the sea and sky.
Chapter completed!