The troops did not launch a charge, but the Japanese thieves gathered under the city gate were already showing signs of fleeing.
The symptoms were as follows: shivering, eyes frightened, farm tools pointing toward the ground, belly cramps, and the Kimura family soldiers on the tower looking fierce and screaming.
Such Japanese thieves, not to mention blocking Dachang's army, even ten wolves and dogs could disperse them.
"Noisy." Liao Wenzhi pointed to the armor-clad warriors on the tower: "Shoot!"
When the word "shoot" fell, the gunpowder crossbow was like the deadly sword in Danatus's hand, rusty but extremely sharp, and it struck the necks of the Japanese warriors.
The reason why the Son of Night is feared by people is because people cannot refuse what he wants, and they can only accept the arrangement of the God of Death.
The sound of explosions is so pleasant to Chang people's ears.
In the ears of the thieves, it was like the vibration of a reminder, jumping above their heads.
Accompanied by loud rumblings, the noisy Ying thieves warriors on the top of the city welcomed the Chang people into the city in their best welcome way, which was to fall apart.
Broken meat and limbs fell from the sky along with falling rocks and dust, and the people of Kimura City scurried away with their heads in their hands.
When the troops entered the city, Liao Wenzhi was still not in a hurry to order the troops to pursue them. Instead, he continued to let the troops set fire to complete what Chu Qing had not done before.
Houses, whether in ancient times or in modern times, represent a kind of destination, like a totem, which provides shelter and protection from wind and rain. The big city surrounds the house, and the house is like a small city, surrounding each small home.
The city must be destroyed but must not be destroyed. If it becomes a protracted war and a tug-of-war, it will become a stronghold for the Japanese thieves. Only by destroying one city after another can the space for the Japanese thieves' activities be continuously reduced.
Houses must also be destroyed. Japanese thieves do not need to have a home, and they do not even deserve to have ruins.
It takes three years to build a city.
It takes three days to destroy a city.
With gunpowder, it only takes three hours.
Mucun City did not have four gates, but only two gates, one south and one north. The army broke in from the south gate, and Wang Tongtong led his people to block the north gate.
Torches were thrown into thatched huts and various residences, and barrels of fire oil were carried above the city wall.
Liao Wenzhi is really powerful, at least in Chu Qing's eyes.
A slightly miserable face, illuminated red by the fire, looked at the burned houses, as if he was about to cry at any moment. While feeling miserable, he drove the thieves and beasts to the north gate.
There were trampled straw sandals on the ground, in front of us were the Japanese thieves fleeing, and what we heard were the frightened cries of the Japanese thieves people.
Just like driving away animals, it drives away Japanese thieves who have fled.
Ordinary beasts can be driven away with whips, but thieves need to use gunpowder crossbows to blow down houses and destroy roads.
Setting foot in a foreign country is not to visit relatives or travel, but to destroy, not even to conquer, only to destroy.
In this process, the gunpowder crossbow does not need to avoid the crowd. Life and death depend entirely on luck.
If Liao Wenzhi happens to be leading the way and runs in the direction that Liao Wenzhi doesn't want the Japanese thieves to run, then a gunpowder crossbow can force these Japanese thieves to change direction, but what forces them is not the gunpowder crossbow, but after the gunpowder crossbow explodes.
Shattered bodies.
Chu Qing's eyes were firm.
Chang people kill, but are not bloodthirsty.
In war, killing is only a means, not the goal. Killing them all is.
Even Lin Kui has never enjoyed killing. He only wants to scare the enemy through killing. Every time he enters the battle formation, he will carefully look at the blood stains on his body.
Chu Qing could let his soldiers go on a killing spree, but he would never tolerate them turning into demons like thieves and enjoying killing. This was the only criterion for distinguishing humans from beasts.
The sealing of the city, the destruction of the city, and the driving out of the Japanese bandits lasted for less than an hour. Kimura City was not a big city. More than two thousand people gathered at the north gate, kneeling on the ground, shivering.
Liao Wenzhi stood in front of more than two thousand Japanese thieves. What surprised Chu Qing was that old Liao could actually speak English, which was not standard and was enough to communicate with the Japanese thieves without any obstacles.
Chu Qing didn't know what Liao Wenzhi was talking about. The third brother wanted to translate, but the former shook his head, he didn't care.
After that, Liao Wenzhi raised his sword and pierced his heart with one sword, then pierced his heart with one sword, and then pierced his heart with one sword.
Liao Wenzhi, with a sad face, seemed to be expressing an extremely sad mood. The Japanese thieves knelt there and trembled, like fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered. Some seemed to be praying for mercy, or were stabbed through the heart by a sword.
Liao Wenzhi was a talker, not a listener. One arrow pierced the heart. The Japanese thief listened quietly. The more he talked, the more sorrowful and miserable he became.
The Japanese thieves were moved by the "beating", stood up, found farm tools, surrounded by gunpowder crossbows and feather arrows, came outside the city and dug a big hole.
Chu Qing still didn't ask his third brother what Liao Wenzhi said.
Those Japanese thieves who had taken off their armor or were wearing armor should be the Kimura family's private army. They did not move. They had their hands tied behind their backs and were kneeling there, with tears and feces and urine flowing freely.
The Japanese people dug a very big pit, a very big pit, a very deep pit.
Liao Wenzhi explained something to the Japanese thieves seriously, and finally threw ten daggers in front of them.
These Japanese thieves pounced on the daggers like vicious dogs. Those who grabbed the daggers stabbed the private soldiers of the Kimura family with the daggers in the most cruel and barbaric way.
Liao Wenzhi smiled happily and explained throat cutting and killing techniques in non-standard Ying dialect.
At this moment, Liao Wenzhi seemed to have become friends with these Japanese thieves and common people. With a smile on his face, he kicked the body of a Kimura family soldier into the pit and looked at the people of Kimura City with encouragement.
The hands of these people were full of blood, and Liao Wenzhi's encouraging gaze made them act like shy and clumsy students, kicking these corpses into the pit one after another.
Liao Wenzhi's smile disappeared, and he kept pointing with his hand, pointing at more than 40 people.
More than forty people and more than forty arrows shot through the head.
The Ying thieves were shouting and screaming, and many Ying thieves civilians cried bitterly or had hatred in their eyes when they saw that those who were shot to death were their relatives or close friends.
Liao Wenzhi's calm eyes, with a bit of sadness, pointed at some people again and said something.
These people, who were crying bitterly and with hatred in their eyes, were pushed into the pit.
There is still suffering and some people hate it.
Liao Wenzhi's slightly white and thin fingers pointed out again.
There were more people in the pit.
This time, no one cried, at least the Japanese thieves outside the trap. No one had hatred in their eyes, and they didn't even look at Liao Wenzhi. They were like walking zombies, without any emotion.
Liao Wenzhi was satisfied, very satisfied, showed a satisfied smile, and showed encouraging eyes again.
Buried alive!
There were more than four hundred members of Kimura's private army, but no one survived. Chu Qing got the phalange fan he wanted.
More than 2,800 Japanese thieves died, 1,700 were injured, and 400 were injured. Liao Wenzhi expressed his extremely helpless emotions towards these injured people. In the end, more than 2,800 Japanese thieves died and 400 were injured.
There were 2,100 dead and less than 700 alive.
Liao Wenzhi doesn't need injured thieves, he only needs healthy ones.
These seven hundred living people filled up this corpse pit.
These seven hundred living people will return to the shore to heal the pain of the war. They will eat well, drink well and sleep well. In order to work hard, they will build simple shore fortifications until one day, these hard-working Japanese people will accumulate
When there are 3,000 people, another 3,000 Japanese thieves will dig a big hole and replace them, again and again, and so on.
