Chapter 175: Fighting Is Not a Dinner Party

"Kill! Kill, kill!"

The spearmen thrust out their spears in unison, and the sharp three-foot spear heads would pierce the enemy, then quickly retract and thrust out again. Every time the spears thrust out, retracted, and thrust out again, they were like the ox-headed and horse-faced beasts waving the soul-binding ropes in their hands, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the people in Jinping County who were fleeing madly in front of them.

Seeing that the spearmen chased forward for more than fifty steps, some of them were in a mess, Weizhou nodded to the bugler on the side and said, "Blow the bugle, let the musketeers!"

As the loud trumpet sounded, the spearmen immediately stopped and moved to both sides to make a wide shooting field of view for the musketeers who came up from behind.

At this time, the people in Jinping County had already fled to the suspension bridge.

As long as they crossed the suspension bridge, their lives would be saved.

I don’t know if it was because of the clean and neat killings of the Keelung Army just now that the defenders on the top of the city were so scared that they forgot that there were still hundreds of people outside the city. They quickly pulled up the suspension bridge, fearing that if they were a step late, these hundreds of brothers would rush in and kill them.

"Open the door quickly, Lord Liu!"

"Open the door quickly, they are coming in!"

But no matter how they cried and begged for mercy, the result was still the same. Looking at the slowly rising suspension bridge. Their hearts were broken.

"You bastard, you will die!"

The people who fled to the suspension bridge jumped up frantically, trying to reach the bridge board of the suspension bridge, hoping to climb up and cross the city gate.

Some people were more sober-minded and thought that this was too strenuous. They were caught before they jumped over. Since this road was blocked, I took another road and fled to both sides along the moat.

But I didn’t expect that the spearmen gathered on both sides would drive them to one place with spears like driving ducks.

"If you don't want to die, kneel down here for us!"

Many people heard familiar accents from inside.

"Boss! Boss! You are a Hakka! So am I! We are all family!"

"Boss, I have a three-year-old mother and an eighty-year-old baby. No, I said it wrong. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old baby... Spare my life, I will repay you for the rest of my life. If you say go east, I will never go west. If you say go straight, I will never turn!"

Some begged for mercy, and some were smart. Instead of handing their lives over to others, they would rather fight for it.

They simply jumped into the moat and tried to swim across the other side to escape, but they forgot that this moat had been in chaos in various parts of Lingnan not long ago. The county magistrate Liu Wendou specially summoned local gentry to raise funds and manpower to cut the river bank so steeply that it was almost impossible to climb over it by one's own strength without tools or someone to pull.

For a while, the moat was crowded with people, and the riverbank was filled with cries, curses, and pleas.

"Fire!"

The battalion officer who commanded the musketeers was not moved by the cries of these people at all. What a joke! Letting them go just because of a few words of begging for mercy would underestimate their inner determination.

This is a war, not a dinner party. There is no reason to surrender if you lose the battle.

Besides, they are crying now because they can't fight and escape. What if they succeed in robbing? I'm afraid they should be singing and dancing, laughing and welcoming at this time, right? !

On the 100-meter-wide front, more than 300 musketeers were densely lined up, and there were almost three musketeers on a one-meter front!

With an order, a burst of popping beans-like sound resounded in front of Jinping County, and a burst of white smoke rose above the heads of the musketeers as the sound passed.

The fire guns equipped with Keelung military gunpowder, seamless steel, fixed cartridges and many other black technologies can break the armor of the other side when the two armies are dozens of steps apart. It is like killing a chicken with a butcher knife to deal with this group of confused guys who only have cotton clothes or even bare chests and are full of passion.

Just one round of volleys, the people gathered by the suspension bridge fell to the ground, countless casualties, and the sound of blood beads gurgling was endless.

"Fire!"

The battlefield people were ruthless, and did not care about the painful wails of those who were pierced by bullets, or even hit by several lead bullets, and pushed their bodies into the moat by the huge impact force, and the blood dyed the spring water red. The battalion officer holding the command flag once again issued the order to shoot!

In an instant, along with the fall of the firing command flag, another round of deafening musket shooting sounded, and a puff of white smoke formed by the moat, which made the people on the top of the city tremble with fear. Some of the timid ones didn't know how many times they had put water in their crotches.

Now there are basically no creatures standing under the city, but in order to ensure the elimination of the last bit of resistance of the enemy, no mistakes will be made.

The third firing order came one after another, "Fire!"

The commander's order prompted the musketeers to pull the trigger in their hands, causing the dragon head and flint to collide and produce sparks, so that the primer in the medicine pool ignites the propellant, and then pushes the lead bullet out of the gun barrel with a hundred times the enthusiasm.

It took only one minute to finish the three rounds of musket shooting, but for the defenders on the top of the city, it seemed that the gunshots had been whistling in their ears since the ancient times.

There were countless craters on the moat, and there was nothing left, and the river was full of dead and wounded floating in the water. They drifted silently on the water, while the injured were still struggling in the water trying to escape to the other side.

Groups of blood flowers were quickly dimmed by the flowing water, and then became invisible, but then another group of blood flowers bloomed in the water and on the river bank, and flowed into the river along the soil of the river bank.

"Sir! What should we do next?"

"Order the swordsman to come forward and behead him!"

"Sir!? This?" The commander who asked the question was shocked by Weizhou's decision and couldn't help but remind him, "This is in the mainland! Are they all the people of our Ming Dynasty?"

"Hmph! People of the Ming Dynasty?" Weizhou sneered, making the commander shudder.

"Since they charged at our army, who has thought about us? It's hard to show the heart of a Bodhisattva without using butcher methods! If we don't kill a group of people today, more people will die tomorrow! Order the swordsmen to come forward, Behead!"

The military order could not be disobeyed, so the trumpeter commander had no choice but to order the trumpeter to blow the trumpet and convey it to the swordsmen who held the green steel sword high in their hands.

"Pause!"

Weizhou had a smile on his face, but in the eyes of others, he was very ferocious and terrifying. I had never seen such a person. He killed so many people in an instant, but he still had a calm smile on his face. He was not affected at all by the bloody mountain of corpses in front of him.

"Those who were beaten to death, stabbed to death, and beheaded, and those who can still be saved, are taken to the camp, treated, and then serve as coolies. As for those who cannot be saved, those who are disabled and cannot work, they will be Behead!"

Those who had just tried to escape along the city wall and were captured knelt in the mud and kept kowtowing. Then they watched with utter horror how the group of military men in front of them dealt with those who were eliminated by the suspension bridge in full view of the public. people.

Every time the long knife was swung, a head would be cut off, or a short scream could be heard in an instant. That was when their companion was killed with a cold steel knife.

Each knife was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of these prisoners, as well as the hearts of Magistrate Liu Wendou and others at the top of the city.