Chapter 300 Three months to destroy Xiaowogua, no, one month is enough!

"Ta da da...ta da da..."

Before Hu Yu's roar ended, the machine gun shooter, who had been waiting for a long time, pressed the trigger hard.

Bullets flew out of the gun barrel one after another, and the cone-shaped warheads rotated at high speed and rushed forward. The unburned flames in the bullets turned into two blazing long whips, whipping left and right as the machine gunner swayed slightly.

What is killing? This is killing.

Each bullet is like a chain that seduces the soul in the hands of Impermanence. The little Japanese melons hit by the bullets will die if they touch each other.

Zhu Zhangui, who was watching this scene from the command position, closed his eyes slightly.

He vaguely remembered that in a movie, countless Yanhuang men were slaughtered in this way by the Yangtze River in Jinling City.

Presumably the Yanhuang men at that time were more desperate and helpless than the group of Japanese melons opposite.

"The heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and all things undergo reincarnation. Your descendants treat my ancestors like this. I, the descendant of those ancestors, treat the ancestors of you little Wagua like this. It's like retaliating in kind."

"Open fire across the battalion!"

As two heavy machine guns fired wildly, the commander of the second battalion led by Zhu Zhangui pulled out the sword from his waist, slashed forward, and ordered the entire army to open fire.

The soldiers of the Shenji Battalion, who had long been divided into three queues and were on standby, aimed at the Xiaowogua who was being slaughtered by machine gun fire in the distance, and pulled the trigger with no emotion in their eyes.

"Bang bang bang..."

Intense gunshots resounded throughout the fields, and the little Japanese melons, who were brutally tortured by two heavy machine guns and artillery, ushered in the most violent cold storm and snowstorm in the Ming Dynasty.

No one is afraid of death, and no one wants to die.

The little melons, who were initially motivated by passion or threats from their superiors, were completely demoralized by the last riflemen who joined them after being massacred by machine guns and cannons.

"Family, we won't fight, we won't fight, adults of tomorrow's dynasty, we won't fight, we surrender, we surrender!"

The little ones who were slaughtered in front and who were about to be slaughtered behind them looked at the death threats of bullets and bullets they were about to face. Regardless of the roars and shouts of their superiors, they knelt on the ground in despair and raised their hands, or lay on the corpses.

and in a pile of blood and water, crazily kowtow and beg for mercy.

It's a pity that no one paid attention to them.

The order received by the Shenji Battalion was to take no prisoners. As the most elite troops of the Ming Dynasty, the loyal bodyguards of His Highness the Emperor Taisun naturally had to strictly obey the orders of their superiors.

Not to mention that these little Japanese melons knelt on the ground and kowtowed in surrender. Even calling them father and ancestor was of no use.

Zhu Zhangui squinted his eyes and looked at the crowds of people kneeling down to pray, as well as the little Japanese melons who were howling like mad in despair when they saw that their prayers were hopeless. There was no wave in his heart.

Those people must have begged for mercy back then, but did they let those little Japanese melons go?

Ai Gong once said that if China wants to rise, the first thing to do is to destroy the little Japanese melons.

This is a blood feud between the two tribes, and they also don’t want to leave a white-eyed wolf by their side.

Zhu Zhangui is an extremely angry young man and is often called a brainless racist.

When Zhu Zhangui was on the street, he met a girl wearing a kimono walking on the street. Zhu Zhangui did not try to persuade her like ordinary people, but went up to her and gave her a slap and a kick.

Later, this incident was posted on the Internet, and Zhu Zhangui was violently exposed by the Internet.

Countless little fairies scolded Zhu Zhangui as harshly as they could. Even though his uncles later explained to Zhu Zhangui that it was because his ancestors were killed by Japanese pirates, there was still no relief.

In the words of those little fairies, in this era, what matters is freedom of dressing. What you want to wear is a personal idea, and others have no right to interfere, let alone hit someone.

Later, a reporter went to interview Zhu Zhangui and asked about this issue. Zhu Zhangui said directly that he was free to dress and I was free to hit others.

Although he had to squat there for several days because of this, Zhu Zhangui didn't feel that what he did was wrong.

Back then, countless Han women desperately wanted to take off these clothes. Now some people are using the slogan of freedom of dressing and put on this shameful clothes. If we don't fight these people, why don't we keep them for the New Year?

Even when Zhu Zhangui was released later, the girl brought reporters and asked Zhu Zhangui to apologize and make compensation.

Zhu Zhangui didn't even care about this, and finally said directly, it was the harmonious society that saved you. If the law allowed killing, there wouldn't even be a whole body left for someone like you.

Coupled with the previous fight with his roommate and the impact of this incident, Zhu Zhangui was directly expelled from the school.

The reason given is that it affects the unity of the school and creates a bad social atmosphere.

Thinking about the past life and the bloody photos on film and television and in those documents, the chill in Zhu Zhangui's eyes grew colder and colder.

Why did he just kill the little Japanese melon? Those who are not convinced should time travel to the Ming Dynasty and kill him if they can.

"Cavalry Corps Attack!"

Seeing that Xiaowogua's front line was about to collapse, and there were already people escaping behind the tide of Japanese pirates, Zhu Zhangui raised his hand and asked the 3,000 battalion troops who had caught up with them at noon to carry out an iron barrel encirclement and suppression.

In this expedition to North Korea, Zhu Zhangui brought all the strength of the navy, and 50,000 to 60,000 troops were directly pulled over by the navy at once.

The ones occupying the largest number of ships are the three thousand battalions of cavalry. After all, they not only have men but also horses and various equipment.

"Dudududu..."

A brass horn sounded, and Qian Yu, the commander of the 2nd Battalion of the Three Thousand Battalion, who was riding on an Arabian donkey, raised his hand and pointed forward slightly with the Qinglong Yuanyue Sword in his hand.

"The time has come for brothers to make great contributions, so let me take the lead!"

"Aho, oh, oh, oh, oh..."

The three thousand battalion cavalry hidden behind the Shenji Battalion roared out of habit. Under the command of their battalion commander and deputy battalion commander, they bypassed the troops of the Shenji Battalion in front and surrounded them like two wings of the Japanese melon army.

Morale collapsed, everything fell apart!

The Japanese army didn't even touch the Shenji Camp, and the entire army collapsed.

The battle ended when the last ray of sunlight disappeared at dusk. This battle involving hundreds of thousands of people could be said to be the fastest-ending battle in history.

One after another, illumination bombs were fired into the sky by the artillery. The pale white light illuminated a mountain of corpses in front of Shenji Camp.

"All hands on bayonets!"

"Whoa!"

Following the officer's roar, the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion drew out their bayonets and mounted them on their guns.

"kill!"

The officer waved the command knife forward, and the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion stood side by side with their comrades, carrying rifles with bayonets in their hands, and strode toward the bloody slaughterhouse.

Under the illumination of the flares, the bright bayonets were piercing the corpses one after another.

Regardless of whether they are dead or not, all soldiers will stab you without hesitation as usual.

On the city wall of Seoul, the King of Korea and his soldiers stared blankly at the battlefield in front of them.

The Japanese army in front of them, which they had almost destroyed, was easily dealt with by the Ming Dynasty's army.

The King of Korea looked blankly at the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who were cleaning the battlefield, and his heart and liver trembled wildly.

Is this the Army of the Ming Dynasty? This is the Army of the Ming Dynasty that has defeated invincible opponents all over the world. It is indeed well-deserved.

It's so easy to defeat the powerful Japanese country. If we want to attack their Bangzi country, they won't be able to hold on for a few days.

"King of Korea, if I were you, I would not stay here in a daze at this time. Instead, I would open the city gate, lead all the ministers, and go out to greet His Highness Taisun!"

Qi Yuan, who was also shocked by the fighting power of the Shenji Battalion, saw that the battlefield had begun to be cleaned below, and his eyes accidentally turned to the King of Korea who was standing next to him, with his mouth open and his eyes round, in a daze.

Thinking that the other party had served me well during this period, I gave him a friendly reminder.

The King of Korea was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Qi Yuan, his body trembled violently, and then he came back to his senses and apologized gratefully.

Then he turned around and summoned all the officials who were also stunned, and asked them to quickly open the city gate and go out to meet the tomorrow's army.

At the same time, he also ordered a minister of internal security to select some of the most beautiful beauties with sticks to use for the banquet later.

As for how to use it, the King of Korea didn't need to explain it. The Minister of Internal Security clearly turned around and left.

"Squeak!"

The city gates of Seoul, which had been closed since November last year, were slowly opened.

The first to come out was a team of stick soldiers. They quickly cleaned up the mess at the city gate, threw aside the corpses of Japanese soldiers or their dead soldiers, quickly cleaned the ground with water, and laid out a festive red carpet.

"Your Highness, the King of Joseon is here with his ministers!"

Zhu Zhangui, who was sitting on a chair enjoying the atmosphere of the battlefield, was reminded by Hu Yu and glanced at the King of Joseon who came quickly with a large number of people.

"My minister Li Fangyuan pays homage to His Highness the Grand Sun. May His Highness live long and live in peace!"

When the King of Joseon, Lee Bang-won, and his men saw Zhu Chan-gyu in brocade robes, they threw themselves to the ground and bowed in obeisance, regardless of the mess on the ground.

According to the Ming Dynasty system, the King of Joseon was only regarded as a county king in the Ming Dynasty, not even a prince.

In addition, since he is the king of a foreign country, his status will naturally be reduced by another level.

After taking a look at the old man in front of him, Zhu Zhangui nodded slightly.

"Get up!"

"Thank you, Your Highness Taisun!"

A group of people climbed up tremblingly.

With a flattering smile on his face, Li Fangyuan took a slight step forward and began to flatter him.

Such words as saying that the Great Tomorrow's Army is invincible, that His Highness Taisun is resourceful, young and promising, and extremely heroic are so disgusting and disgusting to say.
To be continued...