If it was said that it was destined by heaven that he would drown instead of be burned to death, the emperor would not agree with it.
History says that the old slave died from artillery fire. To be more precise, he was injured by artillery fire and could not be cured for a long time, and died from it several months later. This is obviously a bit far-fetched.
Therefore, the fact that I was injured by the Ming army's artillery bombardment was not destined by God, but a retribution for my evil deeds.
Boom! A row of muskets fired almost simultaneously, making a loud roar. Thick white smoke rose up and was quickly blown away by the wind.
The sun had risen, its light warm but not blinding, not even as bright as the light from the explosion.
With muskets, bayonets, and artillery constantly being pushed in to support, the Ming army's offensive was like a tide, sweeping across the entire Jiannu camp.
The enemy retreated, their bodies strewn across the ground. Inspired by victory, every Ming soldier bravely advanced. The atmosphere, the infectious fighting spirit, stirred passion and a fearless spirit.
Arrows and locusts fought against muskets and artillery. When the Ming army that broke into the camp gradually formed an array and fully utilized its firepower advantage, the Jiannu's counterattack and defense were no longer effective.
Although the fighting was extremely fierce, the casualties between the enemy and our side were seriously disproportionate.
The Ming army's battle formation was like a monster spewing flames and thick smoke, rolling forward. The roar of cannons and muskets was deafening, and lead bullets were fired like rain, hitting the enemies in front of them and making their flesh and blood fly everywhere, with corpses lying on the ground.
All the Ming heavy tanks moved to the front of the stronghold, constantly adjusting the angle of attack, and finally bombarded it fiercely from the longest range.
They were defeated! The brave and invincible Jianzhou warriors were defeated just like that!
Lieutenant Cao Dan's eyes turned red. The troops that rushed forward soon suffered heavy casualties and still could not stop the enemy's fierce attack.
Zuoling Baling, Guard Captain Sunta, Yashaha, Nerle... These were all veterans who had fought for many years. They bravely led their troops to fight back, but they all died one after another.
They would rather die than retreat and did not bring shame to the Jianzhou warriors.
Cao Dan looked back and saw the flames of the explosion and the rising smoke. In the thick smoke, he couldn't see whether the large group of people had evacuated.
When he looked back again, the sound of gunfire was already very close, and the Ming army's battle formation was pressing forward, but he had no more soldiers to send.
"Warriors, fight to the death! Charge, kill!" Cao Dan knew that he would not be able to escape today, and fleeing in a panic was not an option for him. He waved his sword and rushed forward with more than 200 people.
Boom, boom!
Two loud noises were heard in front, and the Portuguese cannons sprayed lead bullets as dense as raindrops, sweeping down the Jiannu troops in front.
Cao Dan's eyes went blank, the soldiers suddenly became sparse, and he saw the enemy in front of him.
Two falconets in front of the formation were emitting smoke, evidently having just finished firing. Behind the cannons were several rows of musketeers, all raising their muskets and unleashing a volley of fire.
Boom! The gunshots almost merged into one sound, the flashes of fire were dense, and the lead bullets shot out.
Screams were heard from all sides of Caodan, but he seemed not to hear them. He continued to howl, run and jump, and charge forward.
Closer, closer! The smoke cleared, and Cao Dan could clearly see the enemy across from him. Rows of soldiers were emerging from the crowd, all wearing iron masks and gazing at him with icy eyes.
"Kill! Kill!" Cao Dan howled loudly, quickening his pace. He felt insulted. He was so fierce and brave, yet the enemy treated him like nothing.
Under the cold gaze, the Ming army soldiers dozens of meters away raised their guns and fired a volley of shots.
Cao Dan screamed in agony as his left shoulder was struck by the force of the lead bullet, causing him to stumble. He managed to regain his balance, but the pain quickly spread, leaving him feeling numb throughout his body and unable to lift his left arm.
Even though his armor was the best, it still couldn't withstand the impact of lead bullets at this distance.
Ah, ah! Mustering up his remaining courage, Cao Dan continued to rush forward, his posture becoming weird and ridiculous, like a dying patient, staggering and slow.
Another row of Ming soldiers stepped out from the crowd, aimed their guns, and opened fire.
Cao Dan was shot again and fell to the ground helplessly.
The lead bullet did not penetrate the armor, but the impact was strong enough to cause him severe blunt force injuries, breaking his ribs, bruising his lungs, and causing blood to spurt from his mouth.
Cao Dan raised his head with difficulty and watched the Ming soldiers advance again. The muskets roared, but no one shot at him again.
Me! Cao Dan opened his mouth, but blood choked his throat and he could no longer make a sound.
Cao Dan wanted to tell the enemy that he was still alive and could still fight.
But the cold eyes of the Ming army soldiers on the opposite side no longer focused on him. They treated the dying guy as a dead dog and were too lazy to even waste another bullet.
His vision blurred and his strength faded, Caodan vaguely saw the Ming army pushing their artillery forward.
After replacing the sub-gun, the falconet roared again. A lead bullet flew over and hit his head, which became his final relief.
The momentum of victory was unstoppable. The trenches were almost completely covered, the infantry was rushing in, and the artillery vehicles were following closely.
The sweep of the remaining enemies in the camp was still going on. Zhang Pan's troops had already rushed to the rear gate of the camp and engaged in a fierce battle with the Jiannu troops who were responsible for blocking the attack.
Zhang Pan's troops were formed when Dongjiang Town was first established, and grew stronger through continuous battles. In terms of fighting spirit, they were second to none among the Ming troops.
Therefore, this mixed brigade does not need to rely on momentum and atmosphere to boost morale. Even in the face of adversity, they can fight to the death.
There were many people like Zhang Pan who had a deep blood feud with the Jiannu. When fighting, they were not afraid of death and dared to fight to the death.
On the contrary, although the Jiannu who were blocking the enemy were still holding on, they seemed to have lost their fighting spirit and were in a state of panic.
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