Chapter 155 Three Hundred Iron Horses!
The sky was windy, and the white clouds galloped like a horse in the sky. The flag was fierce, stretching and rolling in the wind. The pirates of the eight hundred Liang family lined up in front of the artillery. The roar and roar of the cannon on the opposite side stood proudly. As if he turned a blind eye and ignored it, he still stood straight. The spine was like a pine and bamboo, and the black muzzle of the long gun on his shoulder pointed to the sky uniformly.
When the last six 24-pound heavy artillery shells fell a mile away from the horizontal array of the Liang family's pirates, the soldiers just showed a contemptuous and arrogant smile on the corners of their mouths, as if they were laughing at the empty and useless intimidation of their opponents.
Looking at the 18-pound and 24-pound heavy artillery shells falling on the smoke from the Liang family's pirates, Zheng Wenxian felt cold all over, and his fingers holding the telescope had turned pale due to excessive force. Although he is still trying his best to keep calm, the fierceness of the other party's cannon really makes him scared. Where did the Liang family move this kind of cannon from? With such a long range, it is like a strong man with a long axe slowly cutting down a towering giant tree.
Although the giant wood is tall, it has no power to fight back. It can only watch the cold axe in the strong man's hand cut down and open deep grooves. The juice of the tree is flowing in the mooring, like tears of sadness and despair.
Boom! Boom! Two more thunders came from the distance. The roaring shells tore the air again, ignored the space and distance, smashed the thick wall fiercely, and hit two concave deep pits again. In the trembling of the mountain, Zheng Wenxian seemed to hear the painful moan of the rock-like wall.
"Young master, we must rush. Let them blow up like this at the tower one by one. I'm afraid they can't stand it here for a long time. I don't think there are many of them. If they can rush up and smash the two cannons, we won't be late." Zheng Jiaju raised his hand and touched his forehead, where a piece of oil skin was rubbed off and painful.
Zheng Wenxian is a little hesitant. In this castle, there are only 3,000 Zheng's direct descendants. Although the number of people on the shore is less than 1,000, the place behind them is the dock. The warships moored there can completely support the Liang pirates on the shore with artillery.
"Young master, you can't hesitate any more. It won't take an hour or two for them to bombard like this endlessly. This tower will definitely be crushed. It has a great impact on morale if we watch it so eagerly." Next to him, Zheng Lianping, a distant cousin, who was nearly 60 years old, was still as strong as a fierce bull, also came forward and said to Zheng Wenxian.
The white eyebrows are raised diagonally like a razor, with only indifference to life and death on his face, and his eyes are full of desire for merit. The strong arm was covered with iron-stone muscles, and his face was full of vertical and horizontal scars. The staggered scars seemed to remind people that the overly strong old man in front of him was definitely not a good stubble.
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Zheng Lianping is also a famous figure in the Zheng family. He has been born and died with Zheng Lianchang for a long time. He is brave and good at fighting, and he can calm down when things happen. This time, it was Zheng Lianchang who was worried about his son and the nest, so he specially left him alone, hoping to let him help him in case of emergency. Zheng Wenxian guarded the nest.
After walking anxiously several times on the wall, Zheng Wenxian loosened and tightened his hand on the handle of his waist. Finally, he stood still and gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay! Fifteenth uncle, I'll give you half, one thousand and fifteen people. Can you rush over? I'll transfer all the 300 horses in the castle to you to form a cavalry.
There are only 3,000 people in his hand, and now he pulled out half of it. There is nothing you can do, because you send too little. When you impulsive to the pirates of the Liang family, I'm afraid there will be few people left. Isn't it for others to be cleaned up as a living target?
Although Zheng Wenxian still wanted to send more points, out of conservatism and prudence, Zheng Wenxian still decided to keep half of the people. At least, if after the complete failure of this wave of attacks, with 1,500 people and the cover of the castle, at least he could defend Zheng Bianchang back with the help of the land.
"It's enough, young master, our brothers have already given their lives to the bloody men of the Red Flag Gang. None of them are courageless. As long as they can rush forward and under the melee, no one can do our brothers. With 300 horses, the little one is more sure. Zheng Lianping straightened his chest and looked proud, and his scarred face twitched slightly. That was the excitement of the war that only people who had fought for a long time. The fierce and murderous eyes were like the fierce hungry beast, who wanted to drink blood.
" OK, I'll give you 500 long guns, a thousand short guns, and a sword for everyone. Uncle fifteen, help me clean up the group of bastards of the Liang family. Zheng Wenxian patted Zheng Lianping on the shoulder with satisfaction and said viciously. Bring another 100 catties of gunpowder. Anyway, you have to blow up those two cannons.
"Young master, look at ours." Zheng Lianping nodded and ran to the ladder of the tower, shouting loudly. Soon, 1,500 fearless children of the Zheng family were assembled.
After only firing a round of artillery on the castle, it was like a little fart child stealing firecrackers. After a slap, the fire was suddenly hoarse and there was no movement. On this side, the two giant cannons were still not tight and slow. From time to time, they spit out blazing white tube flames and thick white smoke from the muzzles that were enough to be stuffed into their big heads, accompanied by With a thunderous roar, the spitting bullets left ferocious scars on the walls of the castle.
However, Liang Pengfei's attention was not here. He was raising the telescope in his hand and observing the cliff on the side of the Zheng family's castle near the sea. The castle of the Zheng family is not completely read on an open space, but built between the towering main peak of Lantau Island and the high cliff by the sea with the help of narrow shrimp beards.
In the direction observed by Liang Pengfei. Wu Qian, who had climbed halfway to the cliff, spit on the red palm and tightened the rope tied to his waist. Around him, there were several Liang pirates who were as light as apes. They only relied on their arms and the toes to grasp the balance and continued to climb up. Each of them also has a bundle of strong ropes on their waists, which can be used to drag the companions waiting below after they climb to the top of the cliff.
"Your grandma's, how long does this have to climb?" Wu Qian raised his head vigorously and looked at the cliff that still towered without strength. He couldn't help cursing secretly. He took down the hook that had just diagonally hooked the cliff, aimed at a depression above the slope, and shook it lightly for a few times. After a while, he let go, he saw that the hook was like a long eye. The sunken sign flew away with a crisp sound. It seemed that because of the problem of excessive strength, it bounced up again and then fell down. I said!" Wu Qianjin, who was usually the first to climb the battle master of Yu Liang's family, rolled his eyes helplessly, and carefully took the flying hook back and tried again. After several times, the flying hook finally grasped there tightly. Wu Qianjin wiped the sweat on his forehead and continued to climb up... Just below them, there were more than a dozen boats standing. Many pirates of the Liang family stood on the deck and raised their heads high, opened their mouths wide, and looked at their companions climbing on the cliff in the posture of looking at aliens. From time to time, they marveled at the movements of those companions, or took a cold breath or two. By their side, it was the kind of light and strong tube. It is the conscienceless cannon invented by Master Liang.
These conscienceless cannons have been tied with strong ropes, waiting for the Liang pirates who climbed to the top of the cliff to drop the ropes from above and transport them up.
"Young master, there is something on the other party." At this time, Bai Shusheng came to Liang Pengfei's voice to report. Liang Pengbing finally withdrew his sight of observing the cliff and moved to the castle.
After Liang Pengfei saw that the gate of the castle slowly opened, a red crowd gushed out of it, and he couldn't help bending the corners of his mouth: "It seems that they have forced us to be in a hurry."
"At least 12,000 people, young master, shall we send more people ashore to reinforce us?"
"No, if there are too many of us, do they dare to come out and fight?" Liang Pengfei smiled and looked at the two 32-pound heavy guns and eight 18-pound naval guns lined up in the middle of the line. Although the number of people here is a little small, they are all the elites of the old Liang family, and these artillery help us. If you can't clean up the thousands of people of the Zheng family, don't fool around.
Liang Pengfei chattered about the cigar, pulled out the short musket on his waist, and walked to the front of the team. Looking at these majestic subordinates, he roared in the gap between the shelling with his majestic voice: "Listen to me! I will order not to let the warships help. Do you have the confidence to destroy this group of Zheng pirates for me?!"
"Yes!" Eight hundred subordinates, like one person, his voice almost overshadowed the roar of the 32-pound cannon. Liang Pengfei nodded with satisfaction. At least morale is available. These guys really began to have the temperament of soldiers. Unlike in the past, they are a group of pirates who fight desperately to play personal heroism.
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"Step forward, move forward slowly. Although their cannons are powerful, there are only two. We are close to the range of 18 pounds, and then start to move forward quickly. Now we need to maintain our physical strength. For a while, we can have the strength to stab those bastards of the Liang family with knives." Zheng Lianping sat on the horse's back, waved the sword in his hand, and shouted loudly to encourage morale under his hand.
The other party's 32-pounder cannons are still ravaging the wall behind them. Every roar scares these children of the Zheng family. Although they are brave and fearless, the problem is that that kind of artillery is not human.
Although the cannonball seemed to have eyes, always ran to the wall behind them, but their careful liver was still in their throats, for fear that the other party's gunner would rush down a little in case of any nerves, in front of the cannonball that almost caught up with the size of the head, not to mention the leather armor on their bodies, even iron armor, It can be smashed into a thin piece of iron.
The scene seemed quite strange. The pirates of the Liang family in black clothes stood still. The two heavy guns in their array still bombarded the wall a few miles away. On the opposite side, the pirates of the Zheng family in red also walked slowly, as if they were on a leisurely journey.
Finally, when the other party was approaching a distance of less than two miles, the eight 18-pound cannons seemed to hold their breath. At the moment when Liang Pengfei gave the shooting order, they sprayed out the scorching pipe flame and white smoke, and the shells drew a vigorous arc and fell on the heads of the Zheng pirates.
Because of the fuse problem, some shells exploded over the Zheng pirates. The metal pieces of the shell that were crushed by the force of gunpowder splashed fiercely on all sides. The fragments with sharp edges and corners were sharp enough to cut their wrists to commit suicide easily broke through the cloth wrapped in the heads of the Zheng pirates and the poor ones on their bodies. The skin armor pierced their skin and bones and twisted their internal organs and muscles into rags.
The screams echoed with the explosion of the shell. Zheng Lianping's eyes were as red as blood. He stroked the horse under him and beat the men mercilessly with the back of the knife, letting them run forward and tell the other party at the fastest speed, instead of dying in the rushing escape.
Seeing that the whole team finally woke up between the gunfire, these men in red began to raise their knives and guns in their hands and roared wildly. Zheng Lianping was a little relieved and turned his head and roared at the temporary cavalry standing on the left and right: "Rise to the left and rush forward with me to the left. Go and kill those bastards of the Liang family!"
Three hundred fast horses began to start. The distance of more than two miles was only an instantaneous distance for the cavalry. They bowed down tightly on the horse's back and hit the horse's s stock with the back of their hands, so that the horses on their bodies could improve their speed in the shortest time.
They squeezed their lips tightly, because the strong wind made the muscles on their faces a little deformed and twisted, and their eyes narrowed, and the blood-eating and fanatical cold light flashed like electric lights. They were like bloody night forks riding on the waves. As long as they could rush to their opponents, they The flying iron hooves under them and the bright sword in their hands will set off layers of blood waves in the crowd. They have this self-confidence and this ability!
Gradually, those running Zheng pirates have been pulled down a long distance by the running cavalry. At this speed, whether you are a solid bullet or a flowering bullet, there is no way to cause intensive damage to them.
"Young master, did you let the artillery change into a shot?" Monk Chen looked at the power of the three hundred cavalry and couldn't help but accelerate his heartbeat. He was not afraid, but the inner battle ** had been ignited. However, the perennial battle still made him make his own advice to Liang Pengfei.
"It's not time yet. It's too far away. It can't be shot at all. If they get close, the shot can only be shot." Liang Pengfei shook his head and coldly ordered Brother Li Cang, who was already standing beside him, "Eight 18-pound cannons, all of which are aimed at cavalry, and equipped with hammer bullets."
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(to be continued)