"go ahead!"

A team of Ming troops holding muskets approached the city again under the guidance of a small flag. Even though the fort wall in front of him had been blown up, most of the Jurchen defenders on it were buried in ruins, the Ming troops were still not careless. They moved in a neat manner, with slow steps, and even speed, always maintaining a high alert.

A violent explosion collapsed a four-meter-long fort wall in Yongdiandong Fort. About hundreds of Jurchen soldiers and Han Aha were brought into the ground by the fallen fort wall, and then a large number of bricks and stones were buried. Fortunately, they struggled to climb out, but unfortunately they could never get out again.

Daldai was also buried in the ruins, and the explosion occurred under his feet. When the castle wall fell, his whole body fell down lightly. He had never suffered the weightlessness in his life, even if it didn't even have the blink of an eye.

"Well…"

When Daldai landed on the ground, he groaned. His eyes could not be opened at all because the air was filled with dust that choked his heart and lungs. He coughed violently, and the more he coughed, the more uncomfortable he felt. Each cough made him inhaled more dust, and at the same time it made his back hurt.

It seemed as if he was placed in a steamer, the temperature was getting higher and higher, and Daldai was almost collapsed. Tears flowed out of his eyes. He missed his Ama and his mother, but he could not call loudly, nor could he cry loudly. He could only curl up and bury his head in the pile of bricks, breathing desperately...

After a long time, the air seemed to refresh. Every breath no longer made his lungs sad, nor did he cough violently.

He struggled, supporting himself with his hands to climb out of the bricks and stones. He looked up at the starry sky, where the air was what he wanted extremely.

He suddenly stopped moving and his eyes became extremely frightened.

He wanted to shout "No", but the crumbling iron pot above his head fell down from the looseness of the bricks and stones, and his unbiased pocket was on Daldei's face.

"Uh...uh..."

Daldai could not see anything, his head was buckled into the pot, and the hot golden juice was soaked in his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.

Nothing is more terrifying than this kind of way of death.

Before his death, Daldai seemed to have used his last strength to get rid of the iron pot on his head, but everything was in vain.

His mouth could no longer move, his head was cooked, and finally, his throat swallowed, and then, his body stopped all movements.

In the moment of the tens of thousands of breaths before the darkness completely came, Daldei felt someone step on the iron pot on his head.

………

"Bang!"

The sound from under his feet scared Wei Xuewen. He looked closely and found that it was a iron pot that was buttoned upside down. This iron pot was obviously used by Jianzhou people to make gold juice, because the bricks around the iron pot were covered with stinky feces.

Wei Xuewen wrinkled in disgust, and his eyes were attracted by a black shadow in front of his left. He quickly raised the long knife in his hand, stepped hard in the iron pot with his right foot and confirmed that he could pass by the iron pot. He immediately stepped over the iron pot with one arrow, waved the long knife in his hand to chop the Jurchen soldier who had just gotten up to the ground.

With a "puff" sound, the Jurchen soldier's left waist was cut open with a sound of a long sword entering the flesh, and then the sharp blade cut into his waist.

After pulling the knife out of the Jurchen soldiers' waist, Wei Xuewen kicked the opponent to the ground, and walked to the Jurchen man who was buried in the bricks and stones on the right with the knife.

"kill!"

At the entire gap, more than 200 infantrymen of the Ming Dynasty Emperor's Army kept slashing the Jurchen soldiers who had not yet reacted from the explosion.

Dozens of Jurchen soldiers were stabbed through on the spot, and many of them were grabbed by Ming Jun and stabbed into their chests with dagger-like weapons.

Some imperial soldiers tried too hard to assassinate, so that the "bayonet" at the front was either broken or fell off the gun rod. This forced the officers and soldiers to use the gun barrel to end the enemy's lives. Many officers and soldiers also scolded the people from the General Administration of Manufacturing while solving the enemy.

They believed that the biggest reason why the bayonet was so useless was that the people from the General Administration of Manufacturing swallowed up the money allocated by Eunuch Wei. Otherwise, the quality would not be so poor.

But they have completely wronged the people from the General Administration, and they have tried their best.

Eunuch Wei also noticed this scene and was a little disappointed with the counterfeit bayonet. To be precise, he asked the General Administration of Manufacturing to assemble the muskets of officers and soldiers, which was not called a bayonet, because neither the style nor the craftsmanship nor the standard of "triangle bayonet" was met.

This is mainly due to the limitations of manufacturing technology. Eunuch Wei has already drawn the relevant drawings for the General Administration of Manufacturing. If the time is enough, standardized production within one or two years is not difficult. But whoever asked Eunuch Wei to be anxious, so the General Administration of Manufacturing made such a copycat bayonet based on the original "iron spear".

The bayonet originated in China and was during the Yongle period of this dynasty. The earliest bayonet was to install spearheads on muskets for assassination, but with actual combat inspection, it was found that this iron spear was not very useful, so it was gradually eliminated. The real bayonet should also be invented now, but it was made by the distant Europeans. My father-in-law didn't know if there was any mass production. Anyway, he had asked Guo Jujing to write a letter to his "colleagues" to look for the physical objects of the "bayonets" in France. If it could be found, it would be twice the result with half the effort.

What should I say now?

If you can make do, just make do.

Although it will fall and break, it has generally achieved six successful results.

Eunuch Wei was still very satisfied and admired the small flag that was under the command of the command to clear out the gaps. In terms of appearance, the small flag was very handsome and quite 30% of the style of Eunuch Wei.

"This person is good, the Jin general flag after the war." Eunuch Wei is such a straightforward person. He will be promoted on the spot if he likes anyone.

Next to them, there are two general staff officers and paintings recording the battle situation. One observes and the other records are summarized in the general staff. One of them is Tong Sheng from Suzhou, and the other is the former Wusongkou Shuiying Book Office, with the surname Zhao.

After hearing what his father-in-law said, Counselor Zhao hurriedly said, "Dadfather-in-law, Wei Xiaoqi is your nephew."

When my father-in-law heard this, he was stunned: "What? Our nephew?"

"Yes, my father-in-law doesn't know anything. If we count by seniority, my father-in-law is Wei Xiaoqi's cousin and uncle." Counselor Zhao smiled. He had a good relationship with Wei Xuewen in private.

"oh?"

Only then did my father-in-law remember that he was afraid that this would be true. If we counted as "Jing Liangyouyi", he was really the uncle of the little flag.

"Okay, okay, my old Wei family is really full of talents and talent."
Chapter completed!