Seeing the city gate in such a state, the eight family heads almost stared out of their eyes. Some of them staggered and almost fell off their donkeys.
"It's over, it's over. The accumulation of more than 250 years of my Fan family's life is all over now. Damn those Mongolian Tatars. I swear I will never give up on you." Old Man Fan beat his chest and stamped his feet and cried loudly.
A circle of nephews quickly tried to persuade me.
Several other family heads also roared angrily and cursed.
Zhang Shize and Yang Fan were eating happily when they suddenly heard a cry outside. This interrupted Mr. Zhang's interest in eating. He couldn't help but cursed: "These old immortals, why are they mourning?"
Yang Fan glanced at him speechlessly, licked off a small bunch of squid filled with sauce, and then looked back.
I couldn't help but exclaim in my heart, holy shit, shit, shit. Is this something that humans do?
As the engineers opened the dilapidated city gate, the carriage drove into the city. Along the way, there were only four city walls. Apart from the buildings on the city wall, only the Wenchang Pavilion in the center of the city stood naked. It was particularly eye-catching.
"Damn it, no wonder these old men are crying so miserably. Was this family's family thrown down a mountain by a powerful man?" Zhang Shize was stunned in shock.
Only Yang Fan knew the reason. The Qianhu that An Sanxi killed back then was a disciple of the eight major business groups. Except for Lin Yueru's followers, the others who pursued him were all swordsmen of the business groups.
Lin Yueru had no personal enmity with him, it was just business. But An Sanxi, the business group, was definitely full of hatred.
He arranged for him to raid the headquarters of the eight major business groups. He must have thought that this was an opportunity for his master to take revenge on purpose. He got the gold medal and ordered the arrow to intensify his revenge.
In fact, Yang Fan really didn't think so much. It was purely because the cavalry army was close and had strong maneuverability. The infantry army had just set off at this time and had just left Malanguan. After all, they were infantry, and it was difficult to march in the wind and snow.
However, Yang Fan felt that although An Sanxi wiped Zhangjiakou off the face of the earth to vent his hatred, he would not have tortured or massacred the prisoners without his own orders.
After all, he knows that military law is strict and he values military discipline. Moreover, Yang Fan's army has a modern military structure. It is well-established and each power department performs its duties.
The design of this set is to use rules and regulations to control people. If anyone goes out of line, nothing can be done. There are checks and balances, and no one can control this army alone.
The military supervision system will work to correct the wrong behavior of military chiefs at any time.
The army arrived under Wenchang Pavilion. Yang Fan and Zhang Shize got off the carriage. They looked at the tall bluestone fortress building in front of them with some depression.
"Has this been bitten by a fucking dog?" Zhang Shize said to himself as he looked at the female wall with gaps everywhere.
The walls of Wenchang Pavilion were piled with dead bodies. Yang Fan looked at them and glanced at them. It was obvious that dozens of cavalry soldiers were dead and could not be defeated. An Sanxi ordered to stop the attack.
It was meaningless because there were too many casualties. The whole city had been occupied, and these garrison soldiers were not the target of the battle.
Seeing His Excellency Wenchang's arrival of another large group of people, the people above immediately started crying in despair.
"It's over, it's over, the Mongols are back."
"This is too much, overwhelming."
Hei Yunlong was shot in the chest. Fortunately, he wore thirty layers of soft armor sewn from silk under his fish scale armor.
The bullet was fired from a distance, and its kinetic energy was exhausted, blocking the steel-cored lead bullet, but the sternum was fractured. He finally saved his life, and he tried to sit up.
Seeing that the female relatives were all kneeling on the ground crying, they smiled miserably and said, "Come here, two villains, help me up."
Hei Minglian and Hei Mingxiao limped over and helped their father up. Hei Yunlong took a breath and came to the broken mouth.
Although this bluestone fortress is strong these days, it has been repeatedly bombarded by camel cannons, causing heavy casualties among the servants.
In particular, the shotgun shells are so fucking cruel. Once fired, overwhelming steel balls and iron sand are sprayed towards the windows and openings of the fortress. The steel balls are shot through the windows and even bounce off after hitting the wall. If you are not careful, they will turn into sieves.
fate.
And that firearm that can fire continuously is like the fire whip of the devil in hell. The bricks and shards are flying when it hits, and the bullets are so dense that people can't dodge them at all.
This kind of continuous fire weapon can fire dozens of rounds, and basically the person being targeted has no chance of survival. This is completely a surface-based anti-personnel weapon.
"What the hell are you calling for mourning? I was born as a member of the Ming Dynasty, and died as a ghost of the Ming Dynasty. If the earthen pot is not broken outside the well, the general will inevitably die in the battle. It is so heroic to die in the right place."
Hei Yunlong is reciting his last words of life generously and boldly. He is uneducated and doesn't know a few words. But he has loved listening to storytelling since he was a child.
In his memory, those loyal ministers and famous generals would have such an impassioned speech in the end, and then leave their names in history.
He was about to continue when suddenly Hei Mingxiao poked him with his arm. Hei Yunlong glared at the little brat.
Heiyunlong cursed: "You evil beast, why did you stab me?"
Hei Minglian and Hei Mingxiao looked strange and turned red. They said coquettishly: "Dad, why are you so hysterical? There are many people watching below."
Bai Yunlong, who was dancing and performing impassionedly, looked down.
He saw two young and outrageous generals, dressed in the robes of a second-grade military attaché, holding their hands behind their backs and looking at him with strange expressions.
Among them, the general on the left was wearing a python robe. He was immediately excited, "Your Majesty!"
Behind them, a group of third-, fourth- and fifth-grade civil and military officials all looked at the dancing Heiyunlong with constipated expressions.
It can be seen from the clothing that some of these people are generals from the Beijing camp, some are censors, some are officials from the Sixth Ministry, and some are clearly factory guards.
Further back, there is a dense military formation, with spears like a forest, and mandarin ducks and war coats as red as blood, all red.
These soldiers had serious faces and looked at the silence of the little hundred thousand people, all looking at themselves in confusion.
"Uh, this is" Hei Yunlong pointed downwards with a trembling hand.
Xuanfu West Road Counselor He Kui almost died of anger. Hei Yunlong was his subordinate. Today, his old face was really humiliated in front of all the officials.
"You black guy, you are talking nonsense, retract your dog's paws. Uncle Dingyuan, can you point it out? Get out of here."
Heiyunlong was shocked and stunned just now. At this moment, he suddenly realized that this was the attack of the 80,000 people from the Beijing camp. The Mongols ran away.
Black Cloud Dragon immediately rolled and crawled down the fortress, plopped down and knelt down in front of Yang Fan, howling and crying.
"Uncle, you are finally here. The little ones are looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally you are here. I am clinging to this Wenchang Pavilion, and I really can't hold on any longer. If you don't come, I will prepare the whole family to self-immolate."
Thank you, Your Majesty."
He Kui kicked him angrily. The bastard didn't know whether it was an act or a real mental breakdown. He hugged Yang Fan's thigh and cried loudly.