Chapter 158 The firelight of the red sky!

"Young master, come and have a look. The young master of the Zheng family is here." In front of him, a pirate of the Liang family who had rushed into the wall excitedly greeted him excitedly.

When Liang Pengfei climbed the wall that had become a broken wall, Zheng Wenxian had reached the point of turning back. After he saw Liang Pengfei, his eyes, which seemed to be a little dry because they were on the verge of death, seemed to regain some vitality. Liang Pengfei glanced around faintly: "What should you do? Hurry up, we don't have time to continue to fumble here."

"Young master, I'll stay." Monk Chen's eyes did not dare to relax and stare at Zheng Wenxian's trembling and pale hands.

Liang Pengfei didn't raise his head and said, "I said, I don't need it." The voice is very soft, but the indisputable tone is definitely not a discussion but an order.

Hearing Liang Pengfei's words, everyone went to their own work knowingly. Even the monk Chen and the scholar Bai, who usually do not leave each other, could only retreat and wait.

"You're dying. In fact, you didn't deserve it. Unfortunately, you met me, you know? If you don't mess with me, you won't end up today. Liang Pengfei looked at Zheng Wenxian, who was persistently staring at him, and talked softly like an old friend.

"Okay, use your head to make a fortune for me. There is another thing I want to tell you. In fact, I hate Qinggou more than you, and I hate the court of Manqing, and everything I do now is just to be prepared to overthrow it later. And you are just a mantis who accidentally rushed out and wanted to block my wheels with your arm. Liang Pengfei saw Zheng Wenxian's suddenly narrowed pupils, as if there were countless doubts and troubles in his heart, but now, Liang Pengfei has no time left for him. He pulled out the sword at his waist, stabbed it hard, and stabbed between his two ribs with great precision.

"..." Zheng Wenxian could only stare at the eyes whose godless pupils had begun to spread. His mouth was open. From time to time, the dark red blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth represented that his life was passing rapidly. His body, which had almost passed away, twitched slightly a few times, and there was no more movement.

Liang Pengfei looked at Zheng Wenxian silently. In another time and space, this Zheng Wenxian will become a maritime hegemon and dominate the two Guangxi. However, now, his historical mission has been destroyed under his own knife, and his fate has been changed. Liang Pengfei did not know how this history would change. But at the thought of the history books of later generations, Liang Pengfei couldn't help spitting fiercely. There is no worst in the history of 300 years, only worse. Isn't it as good as those worms who forcibly cling to the back of the Chinese nation and suck blood?

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When Liang Pengfei thought that he needed to experience a very difficult street battle to win the final victory, he saw his subordinates rushing into all parts of the castle as if they were running in the competition. Only sporadic gunfire signaled to Liang Pengfei. It seemed that the other party's resistance to this war was weak. It doesn't look like a power-level confrontation.

Perhaps it was the short soldier outside the city that wanted to take a blow to their confidence, and Liang Pengfei's conscienceless cannon raid that was extremely arranged destroyed their last glimmer of courage to resist. A quarter of an hour later, Liang Pengfei had received a message. The good news brought by his men is that the battle for the castle is coming to an end. On his side, about seven or eight people were injured in the crossfire with the stubborn opponents of the Zheng family. Except for the two who died on the spot, the remaining few people were not in danger.

There was no decent resistance at all, but in front of the Zheng family's old house, where nearly a hundred dead men of the Zheng family firmly guarded the door. Originally, they wanted to attack, but they were afraid of accidentally injuring the important people who needed to be captured alive, so they asked Liang Pengfei to ask for instructions.

"Who is in it?" Liang Pengfei took a monocular to observe the situation in the fortress. At each commanding height, they had already appeared in the figure of the Liang family's pirates, and the castle was not too big, so 800 people were scattered in, which was barely enough.

"Zheng Lianchang's uncle, Zheng Xinwei's family, his wife and seven concubines, and three underage sons." The pirate who reported the news immediately answered the answer that Liang Pengfei wanted to know loudly.

"This guy is quite capable. In this way, let Wu Qianjin tell the people in the old house of the Zheng family that I will give them time for a column of incense. If they don't surrender, I will raz the old house to the ground with cannons. Remember, there is only one time for incense." Liang Pengfei thought for a thought and gave an order to the man.

"Young master, what about these people?" Bai Shusheng pointed to the injured people of the Zheng family who were still struggling on the death line. There were definitely many of these wounded. Those who had just escaped and those who were injured after being bombarded by artillery fire were no less than a thousand people. In addition, they were dragged and pushed to a dead corner under the city wall by the pirates of the Liang family.

Seeing the remnants of the Zheng family who were wrapped up and helping each other under the close guard of the Liang family's pirates, Liang Pengfei said lightly. Since they are still alive, let them live. We don't need to waste our ammunition for these people. When Zheng Lianchang comes back, let him take care of these people.

"No, young master, do you really want to keep them?" Bai Shusheng couldn't help but be stunned. He really didn't know why the young master did this.

Liang Pengfei smiled and said, "Do I have to keep them for nothing? These people are all direct lines of the Zheng family. Their loyalty to the Zheng family is definitely not that we can make them obey me in a short time. Another point is that Zheng Lianchang will definitely not bring much food and fodder in this battle. Leaving these people to them is equivalent to giving them more than a thousand more mouths to wait for food..."

Bai Shusheng looked at his young master with admiration. It was vicious. The young master's idea was indeed extremely vicious. Although Lantau Island is a good place, it's not the time for me to eat it. Liang Pengfei continued. Lantau Island is indeed a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but now, although the Zheng family's nest has been copied by Liang Pengfei, the problem is that their strength has not suffered much loss. At least Liang Pengfei is not optimistic about what huge casualties the sailors in the court can cause to the Zheng family's fleet. Otherwise, how can the Zheng family be at ease in the two Guangzhou waters? So many years away?

All Liang Pengfei needs to do is to accumulate his own achievements, not to fight with the Zheng family. Besides, with his current troops, it is simply delusional to guard Lantau Island. It is better to continue to operate Crab King Island and the Central Islands of Luzon.

In less than a column of incense, the Zheng family in the Zheng family's old house finally fell. When Zheng Lianchang's uncle, Zheng Xinwei, who was nearly 80 years old, stood in front of Liang Pengfei, although the old man was untidy and had a bruise on his face, he still looked so reserved and arrogant.

"If it hadn't been for my nephew's leader to fight against Qinggou, how could you, the boy of the Liang family, have been able to do it?" After seeing Liang Pengfei standing in front of him with a proud smile, Zheng Xinwei never thought that the nest of the Zheng family, which had stood for more than a hundred years, actually let this young and arrogant young man break through the castle with only more than 800 people.

"You're right, but if your nephew doesn't bother me, it's not my turn to go out this time. If you want to blame it, you can blame your poor nephew." Liang Pengfei didn't mean to be angry at all. He just pointed to a corpse not far away. Seeing the familiar face, Zheng Xinwei's face couldn't help but change and his body shook, but he quickly stood up straight again: "Although you hit here, do you think you can keep it here?" Zheng Xinwei's voice was full of resentment, and the turbid old eyes flashed with a fierce light, like a dying old wolf.

Liang Pengfei nodded, "You're right. Now there are only 1,000 people under me. I'm afraid that Zheng Lianchang can drive the ship back. At most, it's a day and a night. I'm afraid I can't leave at that time, so I won't stay and do such a stupid thing."

Zheng Xinwei couldn't help looking at Liang Pengfei again and pondering, "Well, it's true that you can calm down after a great victory. It's true that you are not an ordinary person. However, what you are doing now has formed an endless feud with my Zheng family. My nephew will never let you go."

"Hehehe, okay, you don't have to talk to me anymore, monk, let people take them all on the boat. As for whether your nephew can get revenge or not, you will be under the Yellow Spring at that time. Wait for him to bring you the news at ease." Liang Pengfei smiled faintly, and Monk Chen waved his hand. The two men escorted Zheng Lianchang's uncle and walked out of the castle. Behind him were his family and Zheng Lianchang's relatives. After careful identification, it was determined that only a hundred people needed to be escorted. However, in the castle, except for the thousands of injured people. In addition, there are about three or four thousand old, weak, sick and disabled.

However, they were all expelled from the castle by the Liang family pirates. Before long, a fire began to ignite in the castle. By the time Liang Pengfei and others evacuated, the Zheng family's castle had fallen into a sea of fire. The countless gunpowder and saltpeter stored by Liang Pengfei made the Zheng family were all from the warehouse. Curry carried it out to fuel the fire until Liang Pengfei and others withdrew from the gate of the castle, and the rolling smoke even formed a rolling, gray-black mushroom cloud in the sky.

Those who were kicked out of the castle could only desperately watch the burning fire engulf their homes. When Zheng Lianchang, who had won the victory, rushed back to the nest, it was already night and saw the city with shrimp shrible. When the sky was red, Zheng Lianchang opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of red blood, and his face showed a desperate dead gray...--------------------

(to be continued)