"Destroy the city and destroy the slaves!"
"Mighty, victorious!"
Teams of Ming army soldiers marched out of the camp and lined up in front of the city, shouting in unison, making a deafening sound.
As expected, the city was about to be attacked. Tong Yangxing stood on the city wall with a solemn and stern expression, tightly gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Although he was very puzzled about how the Ming army would attack the city, looking at the situation, it did not seem like a bluff. Tong Yangxing looked far away, trying to find the Ming army's artillery, but unfortunately he did not find any.
Huang Long stood under the big flag, looked at the signal from the engineering corps, nodded slightly, and gave the order.
The military flags waved constantly, and the shouts and calls gradually died down. Nearly ten thousand Ming soldiers, armed with live ammunition, gazed at the city before them. A solemn and murderous atmosphere permeated the air, and even the defenders on the city felt the extreme oppression before the thunderous explosion.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Tong Yangxing went from nervous to confused. He touched his chin and thought hard, then turned to ask the officer next to him.
But as soon as Tong Yangxing opened his mouth, he felt the city wall under his feet shaking. He widened his eyes, not knowing what was going on, and then he heard a deafening noise.
The city wall suddenly jumped up like paper, and then was torn apart. Smoke rose into the sky, covering this section of the wall tightly.
Immediately afterwards, there was another huge explosion, and the same strange scene appeared on the city wall only a hundred meters away. A column of smoke rose into the sky, and broken bricks and stones were wrapped in the smoke and flew into the air. Brick dust and dirt floated up, forming a gray-yellow smoke and dust.
Two tunnel explosions, each more violent than the last, blew two large gaps in the towering city wall.
"Beat the drum and attack!" Huang Long quickly recovered from the shock of what he saw and shouted loudly.
The rumbling of the war drums also awakened the stunned Ming soldiers. Faced with the city being breached in an instant, they did not even react.
"Charge, kill!" The officers waved their swords and roared.
Countless Ming soldiers shouted and rushed towards the city wall covered with smoke and dust.
The two explosions not only blew up the city walls, but also caused heavy casualties to the defenders. Those who survived by chance were dizzy and lost the ability to react.
"Charge, kill!"
Urged on by the rousing drumbeats, the Ming soldiers charged forward, their bayonets reflecting the sunlight with a chilling gleam that was terrifying.
There were loud shouts all around, and Zheng Xiaowu was no exception. Although his voice was mixed in with the others, even he felt that he could not hear it. But such shouting could make people more excited and more fanatical.
He followed closely in the footsteps of the officers and comrades, and rushed into the thin smoke without any hesitation.
Amid the choking smell of black powder and dust, his vision was a little blurred and his steps were stumbling. Zheng Xiaowu squinted his eyes and struggled forward among the broken bricks and rocks.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he had already rushed out of the smoke-filled area where the city wall had collapsed.
Although his vision was still shrouded in a fine mist, his sight was largely unobstructed. He could see the enemy in the distance. They seemed to have just assembled, scattered and disorganized, and seemed to have not yet recovered from their confusion and shock.
Zheng Xiaowu also saw his comrades. Those in front of him had already run down the slope of broken bricks and stones and were now lined up in horizontal rows. The officers were giving orders loudly.
He ran quickly and stumbled as he went downhill, but someone nearby pulled him up as he was about to fall. By the time he regained his balance, his comrades who had helped him had already surpassed him and were now in the line behind the first team.
Zheng Xiaowu quickly rushed forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with his comrades. Yes, this was his squad, and there were people in front holding identifying flags.
"Raise your guns, move forward—" the officer stretched out his voice and pointed his sword forward.
The comrades in the first row stepped forward, shouldered their muskets, and aimed at the enemy in front.
As soon as the sharp whistle sounded, dozens of muskets roared deafeningly and white smoke rose up.
Zheng Xiaowu and his comrades in the second row marched mechanically, crossed the first row, raised their guns and aimed, and fired another row of lead bullets at the enemy who had been torn to pieces by a round of volleys of bullets.
Blood splattered, Zheng Xiaowu watched the enemy tremble and fall to the ground, listening to the enemy's screams and howls. He stopped, placed his gun on the ground, pulled out the cardboard reload from his waist, and bit open the shell...
Long-term repetitive training has made his movements skillful and mechanical.
Although it was only his second time on the battlefield, his comrades beside him gave him the confidence to stay calm, and the officer's loud shouting made him feel even gentler than during training.
More than 20 artillerymen carried a wheeled gun carriage and a falconet weighing more than 200 kilograms and rushed over the city wall. They quickly assembled it on the spot, pushed it to the side, and fired directly at the enemy.
The dense hail of bullets formed a fan-shaped pattern, almost wiping out all the enemies in front of them.
"Kill, kill!" The officer stepped forward and raised his sword.
Zheng Xiaowu and his comrades raised their bayonets and charged forward shouting.
Puff! Zheng Xiaowu's bayonet pierced into the back of a wounded soldier. The guy, his face covered in blood, was still trying to run.
The bayonet was drawn, the corpse fell to the ground, and a stream of blood spurted out from the wound. Zheng Xiaowu was stunned for a moment, but when his comrades rushed forward shouting and killing, he hurried to catch up.
Emotions are contagious, and this is especially evident during a group charge. Even a rookie would feel their blood boiling amidst the passionate cheers around them.
Of course, if it is a time of defeat and retreat, it will also be difficult to contain the situation as the defeated soldiers flee.
The Ming army that broke through the city defense encountered almost no resistance. The sudden and violent explosion caused heavy casualties to the defenders on the south wall, making it impossible to organize in a short time.
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