"General, it looks like they are the defenders of Jiangning City!"
With the faint moonlight, Wu Zheng was still able to identify the corpses that were thrown down from the tower. He looked lightly, took a deep breath, and said to Duan Peng beside him.
"Yes!" Duan Peng nodded, his face calm.
For Duan Peng, who has been on the battlefield, he is used to seeing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and has long been indifferent to life and death. At this time, although he knew that those corpses were Jiangning's defenders, he just felt a little uncomfortable and did not show it.
How much anger.
After all, if the lives of dozens of soldiers can be exchanged for victory in the entire battle, they are considered worth it.
At this time, the city gate had been opened, and the dark warriors rushed out in a hurry from the city gate. Duan Peng made a rough estimate, and there should be about a thousand people.
Oh, a thousand people. No wonder the scholar wanted to lead his troops to encircle and suppress them.
"Kill me, Sergeant Zhou, and these Japanese people deserve to die!" Wu Zheng raised his head and glanced at the corpses that were thrown down the city wall one after another, as well as the large number of black warriors who poured out from the city gate.
He wiped his head and said coldly while wiping the steel knife.
The angry tone seemed to be talking to himself, but it also seemed to be asking Duan Peng.
"You deserve to die!" Duan Peng stretched his legs, patted his numb legs with his hands, and said calmly: "But those thieves deserve to die even more! It's hard to guard against domestic thieves!" Duan Peng glanced at the thieves indifferently.
In the night, the solemn city wall sighed in a faint tone: "The rat in the warehouse is holding the court, and he should regret that he died before the battle! Loyalty is exchanged for peace, but he has no choice but to become the leader of the river! Oh, these bastards!
"Remembering that in the imperial court today, the power of the An family was overwhelming, framed Zhongliang, causing instability in the border areas and the displacement of people. Duan Peng thought of those brothers who went to war with the Eighth Prince and were buried in horse leather, and for a moment he couldn't help sighing and shaking his head helplessly.
"Huh?" Hearing that the general was actually reciting a poem, Wu Zheng couldn't help but turn his head, twitching his chin, and looked in front of him, Mr. Duan, who looked concerned about the country and the people.
It seems that over the years, your Excellency has not seemed like a person who is concerned about the country and the people.
"What's wrong?" Duan Peng coughed when he noticed the strange look in his eyes next to him, turned his head, looked at Wu Zheng, glared, and asked with some dissatisfaction.
"Can you recite poetry?" Wu Zheng's expression was very strange, as if he was trying his best to suppress his smile.
"Not like it?" Duan Peng stretched out his arms, walked around in a circle, turned his head, and looked at Wu Zhengdao: "Before I joined the army, I was a scholar who passed the Jinshi. Didn't you see?"
"I see!" Wu Zheng coughed and nodded solemnly when he saw the Lord displaying himself in such a shameless manner.
"Good eyesight!" Duan Peng smiled happily and nodded in praise.
"You must have spent a lot of money to become a Jinshi!" Wu Zheng looked at his count up and down, and after nodding his head, Wu Zheng suddenly asked.
"Fuck!" Duan Peng was stunned, then furious.
"The great rat in the warehouse was in charge of the government, and he should regret that he died before the battle. Loyalty was exchanged for peace, but he had no choice but to become the leader of the river!" Seeing the uncle's unkind expression, Wu Zheng coughed quickly, recited the poem of the elder just now, and nodded.
Head, if enlightened, he praised: "What a literary talent!"
Duan Peng: "..."
"How many people fell from the city wall in total?" Duan Peng suddenly asked after a long silence.
"Thirteen people!" Wu Zheng kept tapping and remembered it very clearly. When an adult asked, he said it casually.
"Old rule, lose one out of ten!" Duan Peng nodded, as if he was talking about a gamble.
After thinking for a while, he glanced at Wu Zheng beside him and said, "Is it okay?"
"No problem!" Wu Zheng nodded cheerfully, turned around, looked at Master Duan and said, "Then, my brothers and I will get ready first!"
"1Be careful!" Duan Peng waved his hand and let Wu Zheng leave.
"Rama!"
Yin clouds once again covered the night sky, and the moon, which looked like a white spot in the sky, was completely covered by the Yin clouds. The sky and the earth were pitch black. In the night, which was as dark as ink, one could not tell the difference between one's hands.
In my ears, the wind blew through the swords, making a whining sound. There was also the cold wind whistling through the woods, making a wild beast-like howl.
Wu Zheng was walking in the trench with his waist bent. Every time he passed a soldier, he would raise his foot and kick those guys who were sleeping in the trench with their waist knives.
The soldier who was reminded rubbed his eyes. He saw the familiar figure bending over in front of him. He chuckled, got up quickly, and followed the man in front of him with a knife in his hand.
Kicking all the way, before long, a team of a hundred people had gathered behind them.
"Old rules, let's take the lead and block the city gate. The veterans will take care of the new recruits, take care of them!
Also, use your best tactics and don’t get your head chopped off. I don’t want to support your wives, children, and children!” After Wu Zheng gathered the group of people around him, he briefly arranged the combat tasks, raised his head, and said deeply
After taking a deep look at the faces of the new recruits beside him, he smiled and nodded to them. Then he looked away and said to the veterans whose faces were filled with vicissitudes of life and perseverance.
"Haha!" The veterans laughed, but the recruits were a little at a loss and looked at each other.
Wu Zheng walked up to a boy about sixteen years old, stretched out his hand to straighten his helmet, then patted his shoulder, turned around, and jumped out of the trench first. Behind him, more than a hundred soldiers pulled out
After tying the belt knife tightly to his wrist, he followed the boss and filed out.
Behind them, tens of thousands of soldiers from the Jiangsu Coast Guard stood up one after another, stroking their chests with one hand, and watched these people leave.
In the city, the noisy killing cries have gradually disappeared.
Instead, there was deathly silence. The dark streets were filled with the strong smell of blood. The shops on both sides of the street had long been closed, and the cold wind blew.
Flags, whirring.
There was no one on the street. On the smooth bluestone road, there were only the shocking corpses lying on the roadside.
"Fuck!" The Jiangning garrison officer who was responsible for counting the remaining bandits on the battlefield and suppressing the remaining gangsters in the city walked to a pile of corpses, bent down and took a look at them. Most of them were his own.
Most of these people were pierced to death by meteor darts, and some were directly hacked to death by samurai swords.
The death was extremely miserable.
When the Japanese broke through the encirclement, they and the Jiangning garrison guarding the outside of the encirclement broke out in violent trembling.
Although, before the war, the military adviser reminded many times that the fighting power of the Japanese should not be underestimated.
However, as a general, I still somewhat disapproved of it.
After all, ten thousand versus one thousand, it is a sure thing. No one would have thought that it would cause any disturbance. Is it possible that the more than a thousand Japanese warriors can still transform?
However, at the moment of the fight, the general suddenly realized that he was wrong.
Just a face-to-face encounter with a squad of 100 people from the opponent. The battle damage rate of our vanguard was as high as 70%, while only a few of the opponent's soldiers were slightly injured.
After several stalemates and conflicts, the battle damage rate of our side was getting higher and higher. The general couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling when he looked at the black-clothed warriors who were still screaming and brandishing Japanese samurai swords after being pierced.
numb.
The soldiers had never seen such a formation since they joined the army. They couldn't help but feel fear when they saw those Japanese attacking like crazy.
I was afraid that the formation would naturally be chaotic. The more than 200 Japanese warriors, at the cost of losing less than 50 people, just broke through the siege and fled towards the east.
Just when the general was extremely angry and whipped his deserters, the messenger came quickly on horseback.
The strategist's order was brief: pursue but not engage.
What does it mean?
The general was curious and turned around, ready to ask but found that the messenger had already left.
Pursuit without fighting?
Should we just let those gangsters go away?
***, I’ve never been so angry before?
The general slashed the stone angrily with his sword, and there was a scraping sound. Sparks flew everywhere, and the blade instantly broke into two pieces.
"General, what should I do?" Seeing the general being so angry, some brave soldiers walked over cautiously and asked.
The general lowered his head and thought for a while. After his eyes flickered for a moment, he said with a ferocious smile: "I will not accept the military orders from abroad!"
He turned around, looked at the frightened soldiers in front of him, and shouted coldly: "What else can you do? Chase, catch up, hack those gangsters to death, and avenge your brothers!"
After giving an order, hundreds of troops under his command followed him directly, searching along the way and chasing towards the east.
After chasing them until they were not far from the east gate, the general discovered that the soldiers responsible for the defense of the east gate had suffered heavy casualties. For a moment, his mouth was full of broken steel teeth, and his eyes were spitting fire. He roared: "Damn it, I am
I'm going to chop him alive!"
The soldiers under his command had already forgotten the timidity in their hearts as they saw him along the way. At this time, their fighting spirit was strong, and they followed the general towards the east gate with roars.
However, when they arrived at the east gate, they found that the city gate that had been open just now had been creaking shut.
"Open the door and let me out!" The general held the city gate with all his strength, banged on the door frantically, and roared angrily.
"Damn it, let me out, you idiot!" Then, the soldiers who rushed over roared in unison.
The city gate was smashed and swayed. A crowd of oaks was boiling at the city gate. Soldiers drew their swords and hacked at the gate, as if a conflict was about to break out.
"Brothers of the Jiangning garrison, please be patient!" At the city gate, several soldiers leaned out and took a look. The hundreds of soldiers gathered at the city gate looked at each other and then turned their heads.
Shout towards the city gate.
"Our Jiangsu Coast Defense Force has taken over the outside of the city. Don't worry, not a single Japanese can escape!" Jiangsu Coast Defense Force?
When the people above him said that they were from the Coast Guard, the general was stunned.
Of course he had heard of the name of the Coast Defense Force. If one had to select the best of the best among the Jiangnan army, it would be the Jiangsu Coast Defense Force.
These people begin rigorous training as soon as they join the army. Moreover, they will join actual combat at any time.
It can be said that the combat effectiveness of the Jiangsu Coastal Defense Force is completely achieved with one sword and one gun.
When he heard these people say that they were from the Coast Guard, the general couldn't help but be surprised.