Domineering Daming

Chen Zhiyang looked indifferent, and said: "Tell them, I only give you a cup of tea, if you dare to disobey the destiny, you will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes yes yes." The two samurai looked at the arrows aimed at them, turned around in a hurry, ran to Katsui Naozo, and conveyed the original words.

Naozo Katsui's expression didn't change much, and he said to himself, "It's been rumored that the Ming people will attack us, but no one believes it. Now, the Ming people have really come..."

A samurai looked at him and said, "Old man, what should we do now, more and more Ming people have come ashore, and the number has exceeded 1000. If we don't stop them, we won't be able to stop them."

Katsui Naozo shook his head and said, "There are at least 3000 of them, we can't stop them, by the way, Dian, are you leaving?"

The samurai said: "No, the hall is calling for more samurai."

The corners of Katsui Naozo's mouth twitched, and he sighed secretly, how many samurai can be summoned now, and how many samurai are there in Tsushima?If you don't leave, it will be too late.

At this time, there were more warriors rushing behind him, nearly a thousand of them, all drew their knives, looking at the sea and the port with vigilance and fear.

Because those big ships moved and were approaching the shore, and the black cannons at the bow could already be seen.

Katsui Naozo saw it, his eyes were solemn, he also drew out his knife, and said in a deep voice: "Follow me to kill the enemy, and we will win!"

Katsui Naozo took the lead and rushed towards the port.

From the perspective of the Ming Dynasty, this person is quite heroic.

"We must win!" Hundreds of Tsushima warriors followed behind him, almost without any fear, yelling, killing like crazy.

Bang bang bang!

What greeted them was the black-painted shells of the cannons on the sea. These shells crossed an arc, crossed the Ming soldiers on the shore, and fell towards the Japanese warriors who were rushing.

Boom boom boom!

The shells exploded one by one and landed on the house. Suddenly, the flames were blazing and the smoke billowed. When they fell on the ground, a crater was quickly formed. Countless people screamed, their bodies were covered with fire, and I don’t know how many broken limbs and arms flew across. Bloody.

These incendiary bombs of Ming Dynasty are not powerful enough to kill, but they are full of deterrence. All the range of the shells is full of flames, and the blazing flames will engulf an entire area.

But the cannon stopped soon. The port is not big. If the cannon continues, it will easily blow up our own people.

"Kill!" Naozo Katsui rushed through the flames and charged towards the Ming army from a distance.

His hair was disheveled, his clean clothes were covered with dust, he roared, he held up a knife, and came to kill quickly.

He rushed out, and more rushed out behind him one after another. They seemed to be irritated, and ran desperately, with fierce eyes and hideous expressions.

Chen Zhiyang stood in front of the neatly lined up army, watching Katsui Naozo approaching, silently calculating the distance.

Eighty feet, seventy feet, fifty feet...

When Katsui Naozo was about to reach a distance of about [-] feet, Chen Zhiyang waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Arrow cannon, shoot! Musket ready!"

shhhhhh!

There was a crackling sound, and a round object was tied, and the arrow with a long tail was shot at Katsui Naozo.

These arrows quickly hit some Tsushima warriors, and these people fell to the ground one after another. The Tsushima warriors around them were still shouting, and continued to charge forward without hesitation.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, these arrows exploded, affecting the people around them, an unknown number of people flew out, and the screams were drowned in the sound of the explosion.

Katsui Naozo frowned, his eyes opened angrily, he held up the knife, and his feet were even faster.

Chen Zhiyang looked at the Tsushima samurai running on the most painted surface, waved his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Musket, shoot!"

The arrow gunner and the musketeer immediately stood alternately, squatting, and the six rows were quite orderly. The front shield was holding a shield and a knife, and their eyes were fixed on the rushing Tsushima samurai.

If these enemies make it through alive, the Shieldman will rush over with his shield and kill them all!

"Heavenly soldiers are everywhere, and those who descend will not be killed!"

At this moment, behind Naozo Katsui, a shout suddenly sounded, and a group of "samurai" with arms wrapped in red cloth appeared, throwing black iron lumps at their backs.

There were more explosions, and I don't know how many Tsushima samurai were caught off guard, and then killed by "compatriots" from behind.

Naozo Katsui felt it, but he didn't retreat, he rushed over quickly with a knife in his hand, and shot at Chen Zhiyang with horror in his eyes.

The shieldman immediately stepped forward and quickly surrounded him.

The shield is an iron wall, Katsui Naozo was just about to struggle, the waist, armpit, and thigh were stabbed one after another, more and more, and then he vomited blood, his eyes were wide open, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, and he fell limply Down.

"Clean up the battlefield!"

Chen Zhiyang pulled out his knife and yelled out this sentence directly.

Fighting under such circumstances, the army of the Ming Dynasty was almost a reaping battle without any threat.

Chapter 1143 Bloody cleansing

Chen Zhiyang looked at the almost one-sided battlefield, with a look of disdain on the corner of his mouth.

A school lieutenant next to him was also puzzled. He participated in the battle against the Shimadzu family in Shuri, Ryukyu. Although he knew that the Japanese samurai were miserable, he did not expect it to be so miserable.

He said: "My lord, this is really not good for Ma Fan, let's clean up the battlefield?"

Chen Zhiyang looked up at the front, and said: "Wa warriors pursued individuals, and they didn't have an organizational system, and they didn't have the awareness of united warfare. Tsushima here has been decadent for hundreds of years. It's not surprising that there is such a thing. Fighting for hundreds of years, don't be careless."

The captain was startled, and quickly said: "Yes."

The port was filled with thick smoke, accompanied by the smell of blood. Some surviving warriors lost the courage to charge and huddled together, holding their knives, staring at the front and back in fear, not daring to move.

There were more than 100 people behind them, only the front ones were dressed as Ming people, and the rest were Japanese with knives in their hands, encircling the remaining two or three hundred samurai.

Chen Zhiyang looked up and waved his hand. The shield soldiers were in front, followed by a group of arrows and muskets, pressing forward.

Those warriors suddenly became tense, crowded, and wanted to retreat. They were full of fear of the firearms of the Ming Dynasty. They huddled together, their eyes flickered, and they desperately held up their knives.

More than 100 people behind him stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Heavenly soldiers descend, those who descend will not die, if there is any resistance, they will be killed on the spot!"

The shouts of more than 100 people resounded through the open space of the port.

The two or three hundred warriors were startled, and looked at each other. They looked at the corpses on the ground, the ruined walls, and then at the more than 2000 people from Ming Dynasty who were rushing past, especially their firearms.

After a while, a man suddenly dropped the knife in his hand, making an extremely piercing sound.

With the first, soon the second, and more and more.

Chen Zhiyang looked at it, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Surrender all over here, you're fine."

Soon, commanded by someone who understands the Japanese language, they went to another place one after another and were detained. In the end, there were still dozens of people holding knives and resisting in the corner with fierce faces, as if they wanted to burn everything together.