With the sound of "cracking" wood collisions, more than 20 express ships had penetrated the smoke that was spreading on the pier, all leaning on the long embankment or steps made of stone slabs.

Before the wooden boat could stop, the officers and soldiers of the brocaded uniforms were already jumping down with porcelain bottles filled with hot tinder oil. The first young man in the brocaded uniforms wore a Portuguese helmet on his head, but he only had a cloth robe with a cross-collar, holding a shield in one hand and a torch in the other. His tender face was full of murderous aura. His subordinates also rumbled down, and they were all dressed similarly to him, as he was also a helmet, cloth, shield, but the torch was replaced with a porcelain bottle with cloth strips.

"Ignite! Start with No. 1, come one by one!"

Ling Zongjun, the 11th deputy leader of Jinyi's North Town, held a torch, and while calling his soldiers to come to light the fire, he was already crying. He was not from Chaozhou, but from Guangzhou. Most of his relatives were killed in the Qing army's massacre. Only his parents ran out of Guangzhou and went to Wencun in Xinning County to join the Tang Dynasty King Zhu Yue. He was born in Wencun. Later, his father took him with King Zhu Tian to run to Dananshan, Chaozhou to open a "sub-base", which was considered to have escaped.

Although he has never returned to his hometown, Guangzhou, he has been dreaming of revenge since he was a child.

This dream... has finally come true now! You can take revenge soon!

The young soldiers under him were all carrying blood hatred like him - Shang Kexi's family has millions of enemies in Guangdong! These teenagers from the coastal areas of Guangdong are all one of these millions.

Now everyone is angry, holding the shield in one hand and squeezing into the smoke with the lit wine bottle. There is no need to rush to the bottom, and you can throw the wine bottle in your hand forward with a few steps.

The bottles of wine that were lit on fire were thrown out one after another, then smashed heavily and landed on the ground, on the human body, on the cannon, on the chest wall, or on other things, all shattered and turned into the deadliest ball of fire.

The tinea oil contained in these wine bottles was deadly enough, and Zhu Hetian also added sugar and gum arabic to the bottle... This is awesome!

The turmeric oil suddenly becomes thicker and will stick to people and burn it. It can't be shaken off, and it's useless to roll around the ground.

The veterans of the green camp hiding behind the "true and fake chest wall" will immediately be unable to stand it!

When the smoke just now came up, they could still carry it. After all, the smoke would not kill anyone if it smelled, it should be non-toxic. But who can stand the fire? First of all, the soldiers of the Green Camp who were lit immediately screamed at the top of their lungs!

As he screamed, those who threw the bottle had a direction! So more molten bottles threw in the direction of the screams, and immediately burned one or twenty green camp soldiers hiding behind the chest wall.

People who are burned will not die as soon as they are burned. They can usually roll or even escape for a while before they are burned to death. Sometimes they will fall on their companions who are not on fire and allow the harsh oil on their bodies to pass through a little...

As soon as these dozen people rushed, thousands of green camp soldiers placed at the dock of Huangpu Village suddenly became in chaos.

However, the group of veterans of the green camp under Zeng Qizhao were indeed brave. Even if they were covered by smoke and even if someone caught fire, they never thought of "fleeing in the fire". Not only did they not escape, but they also launched a counterattack.

First of all, the ten general cannons fired!

However, the front of these general cannons was filled with smoke, and the gunners didn't know where to shoot them. So they could only shoot them blindly with their eyes closed, and anyway, just shoot the iron sand forward!

After the ten generals fired, the musketeers who were ambushing behind the chest wall also poked their heads out, raised their bird guns and fired a row of guns into the smoke.

After the cannons and guns were bombarded, the other green camp soldiers drew their swords and raised their guns, shouted and rushed into the smoke.

......

"Form a formation! Form a gun formation..."

"The spearman...the whole team, raise the gun!"

"Murderers, line up, fill in ammunition!"

"Blade and shield hands, cover the left and right!"

On the dock of Huangpu Village, the young soldiers of Jinyi's personal soldiers who had already landed on the bank no longer threw away the moor bottles, but began to form a formation under the command of their respective chief and deputy leaders.

Although the scattered guns and guns just now were all fired, the docks in Huangpu Village were relatively narrow and there were more people landing, so the guns and guns that closed their eyes also caused certain casualties to these young soldiers - not many people died, and the air tightness of the general cannon was very poor after filling them with iron sand, so the power of the iron sand was not great. It was difficult to kill people if they were a little farther away, but they could still make people into pockmarks.

Ling Zongjun was also hit by iron sand... Fortunately, he didn't have a slap in the face, but half of his body was hit by more than ten iron sand, each of which was embedded in the flesh, and a lot of blood was leaked. Even the cross-collar clerk was dyed red, making him scream.

However, the young officer was cruel enough, and he held back after a few screams. His robe turned red and he refused to go down the line of fire. Two of his hands came to help him, but he pushed him away.

"Hurry, hurry up, push it up! Don't worry about me, I can't die..."

As he spoke, he picked up a wine bottle from the basket placed beside him, and then lit the torch in his hand on the strip of cloth stuffed at the mouth of the bottle. Then he screamed and threw it towards the head of the Green Camp soldiers who appeared faintly in the smoke!

I only saw the wine bottle with a fire tail drew an arc in the air, and then it smashed unbiasedly on the "lightning rod helmet" worn by a Green Camp officer and broke it on the spot!

As soon as the bottle was broken, the hot tincture oil with gum arabic and white sugar added to it was spilled out. Not only did the smashed officer splash, but the two green camp soldiers around him also splashed the hot tincture oil... This was sticky and burned!

The three people screamed at the same time. One of them had the worst head fire, and they might have burned crazy. They screamed and ran around in their own team, knocking over five or six people in a row, and finally fell to the ground and lost their breath.

The two clothes were on fire and rolled all over the ground to try to extinguish the fire on their bodies. As a result, the fire did not extinguish much, but it made their own team mess up.

After the three firemen made such a fuss, the deputy leaders of Jinyi's personal army who had already landed on the shore all reacted, and they all took out the "wine bottles" from the basket behind the formation and lit the fire and threw it into the Qing soldiers in the smoke. There was no need to throw more. Twenty or thirty turbulent oil bottles were thrown out, and dozens of green camp soldiers were immediately lit, and the personal army was suddenly in chaos.

Su Zhanshan, who had already arrived at the edge of the dock, saw this scene and immediately shouted: "Beat the drum! Charge..."

In addition to a hammer throwing gun, the express boat he was in was also a drum, and the drummer was holding the drum hammer and waiting for orders.

Hearing Su Zhanshan's order, the drummer immediately started to beat it with all his strength. As the drum sound of "dongdongdongdongdong" resounded throughout the wharf, the hammer-throwers of the six or seven hundred Jinyiwei who had already landed on the array shouted in unison: "Get Guangzhou, destroy Shang's family, take revenge... Kill!"

Amid the shouts of killing, the young soldiers of Jinyi's personal soldiers who had already listed the gun array shouted and launched a charge.

At this time, the bombardment of the hammer-throwing cannon had stopped for a while, and the smoke spreading on the dock had slightly dissipated. So Zeng Qizhao, who was standing on the top of a broken room behind, could also see clearly the situation on the front line. When he saw that his old black face was scared to death!

The "master soldiers" on his side were already in chaos, with dozens of firemen jumping around in the team, while the opponent formed a ten gun array of sixty or seventy people, and there were people behind the gun array and constantly throwing fireballs... Is this a demonic way that can throw fireballs behind the gun array? Why do you have this kind of playing style? This is too unfair to be moral!
Chapter completed!