The beginning of the all-out war was initiated by the common conspiracy of the Japanese and Southern and Northern Dynasties, which united for the first time under the pressure of the Ming Dynasty.

By the end of the war, it was still in the hands of tens of thousands of Ming troops sharpening their swords.

The Japanese would rather have broken jade than complete tiles.

However, when the Ming army moved the new artillery installed on naval warships from the sea to land, everything was shattered by the ruthless roar of the artillery.

The initial form of war is a struggle between people.

Later, it became a comprehensive fight. In addition to people, various newer and more powerful ordnance gradually became the decisive factor on the battlefield.

Today's Ming Dynasty has not mastered the real war harvesting machine.

However, newly cast alloy barrels are beginning to be used, which can withstand more frequent shots. The shells have greater lethality and a longer range.

Perhaps, the remnants of the Qianyuan Dynasty outside the Nine Border Fortress can rely on their innate riding skills to use high-speed maneuvers to avoid the Ming army's artillery attacks.

But the Japanese can't.

The setting sun is shining in the west, and the orange-yellow sunset on the horizon reveals a coquettish scarlet color today.

Lines of black smoke rose from the ground, floated into the air and dispersed into the clouds and smoke with the wind.

There was a mountain fire in the distant mountain forest. The flames were pushed by the wind and penetrated deeper into the mountains. In the air, the roar of trees under the fire could be heard, and the mountains seemed to be burned and cracked.

Several bloody low-pitched Japanese horses ran out of the fire-stained forest, neighing, blood spilled all the way, and the horses' bodies were torn and torn.

The Japanese horse ran for a distance in the wilderness outside the mountain forest, and finally fell to the ground whining.

On the undulating ground on the side, there is gurgling water. Only when you get closer will you find that the bright red blood is flowing.

The setting sun was sprinkled on the blood stream, reflecting the flag planted diagonally on the ground.

The flag was broken and moved with the wind, but it looked weak, like a person who was getting older and had reached the end of his life.

The wails of the Japanese horses gradually became quieter, the distant mountain fires only cast light over them, and the wind in the sky became quieter.

However, in the wilderness covered with countless blood streams, deep sounds could be heard from time to time, including the remaining sounds of swords and the painful groans of humans.

Niu Dafu belonged to the Eastern Expedition Army, and was the chief flag officer of the 400th household of the 3,000th household of the infantry front camp. He had five small flag officers and fifty soldiers under his command.

As the leader of a total of fifty-five people, Niu Dafu only needs to be responsible to his immediate superior, Baihu, and accept orders from Baihu.

Now, the military order Niu Dafu received was to lead his men to the edge of the battlefield.

"What if there are Japanese who are not dead yet?"

"Our army is short of rations and has not yet arrived. You must prioritize the survival of the entire army."

This was the conversation between Niu Dafu and Baihu not long ago.

Baihu is new to the post, and I heard he is a martial arts student who came out of the martial arts hall.

Niu Dafu didn't know what Baihu's name was, but he only knew that everyone in Baihu called him Chang Baihu.

Chang Baihu was very young and had a lot of ink in his stomach, which gave Niu Dafu a headache.

What does it mean that our army is short of rations and must prioritize the survival of the entire army?

Obviously, the military rations were transported ashore ship by ship along with the Eastern Expedition army.

But since Chang Baihu said that the army had insufficient food, it probably meant that the army did not have enough food to take in those Japanese who were not yet dead.

Since they are not dead, letting them die will solve the problem.

"puff……"

Niu Dafu's face was indifferent, and the spear in his hand reached forward and penetrated into the chest of the Japanese who had just been lying on the ground and moved, and a sound suddenly came from the chest.

The gun head, which had been stained red for a long time, was pulled out from the Japanese man's chest, and bright red blood gushes out like spring water.

A soldier who was following Niu Dafu immediately stepped forward with a knife, cut off the left ear of the Japanese man, and put it into a bloody cloth bag.

The Ming Dynasty revived the method of military merit and merit, and after accumulating military merit to advance to the Jin Dynasty, there must be evidence.

Although the method of beheading is heroic, it is too cruel nowadays, and the most important thing is that it is inconvenient.

It is convenient to cut off the ears and bag them, and it is also difficult to get confused.

The soldier installed another ear for the flag officer, silently calculating in his mind whether the heavy bag would be enough for the flag officer to be promoted to the official of one hundred households.

Niu Dafu never thought about this, but thought about how much merit he would have to make to get a chance to enter the martial arts hall.

There is a gap here in vision and structure.

But there was a sudden noise coming from the right side.

"Little Huzi, be careful!"

"These damn Japanese are like ghosts riding horses."

A small flag officer roared angrily, and the originally flat ground suddenly stirred up a burst of dust. Three dust-covered Japanese rushed out with knives. The Japanese knives had already pierced the chest of the Ming soldier named Huzi.

"Grenade!"

"Grenade!"

The little flag officer roared angrily, watching helplessly as Xiao Huzi fell down with a smile on his face after receiving first-level military merit a moment ago.

In fact, the official name of grenades in the Ming army was hand-thrown grenades.

Several kinds of iron lumps of different sizes and specifications are ignited with a rope and thrown into the enemy group. The iron lumps explode and fragments kill the enemies.

It's just that the hand-thrown mines produced by the supervisors are still good and bad sometimes. Sometimes they can explode and sometimes they are just a dud. They just smoke and have no effect.

As the flag officer roared, several soldiers around him lit three hand mines one after another and threw them at the feet of the three Japanese who were drawing swords.

Bang!

Bang!

There were two explosions in succession, with a one-third failure rate, but they still knocked the three Japanese out of the air.

Countless iron pieces spattered and pierced into the Japanese's bodies.

There was a trace of sadness in Niu Dafu's eyes. That little tiger was also a soldier under his command, and a descendant from the same village as him.

There was no time to think about how to talk to Xiao Huzi's elders about this matter.

Niu Dafu's eyes showed murderous intent: "Finish the blow! All the Japanese on the ground need to finish the blow, and stab them all!"

"Follow the order!"

The soldiers scattered around responded in unison.

Niu Dafu was still a little worried in his heart, and continued to shout: "Form up a team, no one is allowed to advance alone. Shield in front, gun in back, knife on both sides. Military merit will be divided equally, don't be greedy for credit!"

"Follow the order!"

There are little tigers who are killed unexpectedly by those who are like ghosts. No one wants to have an accident when cleaning the battlefield after the war. Military achievements are everywhere, and there is no need to change the father of the wife and children at home.

The entire flag team once again advanced more cautiously, searching for surviving Japanese soldiers on the battlefield to perform last-ditch attacks.

Finally, when Niu Dafu's team reached the edge of the battlefield and there were no more Japanese soldiers in sight, a cannon was fired high into the sky by Niu Dafu.

The fire exploded high in the sky, making a huge roar.

And throughout the wilderness, cannons began to explode in the air, sending messages back to the Chinese army.

The top and bottom of the city wall, which was completely in ruins, was the highest point that was cleared.

Yoshinoderama's body was covered in blood, and with the sound coming from the sky, his body shivered.

It seems that every sound of the cannon is ringing the death knell for the entire Japanese country to be subjugated and extinct.

Not far away, at the torn place under the city that had turned into ruins, the family general had been lying dead for a long time, and the blood had long flowed clean. Only the fallen robes were left, gently swaying with the wind filled with the smell of blood.

"Terama-kun."

A gentle call made Yoshinoderama's entire body tremble with fear.

He fell to the ground heavily.

Li Jinglong held the scabbard in one hand and held the helmet under his arm. He stepped forward lightly, put his other hand on his knees, and slowly squatted down. His face was calm, but there was a chuckle in his eyes when he came to Yoshinoderama.

"Terama-kun, how's your appetite today? I have a Ming Dynasty celebration wine on top of the killing array outside the city. I wonder if I can give you a favor?"

vomit!

Yoshinoderama suddenly began to retching, and he tried his best to cover his mouth.

Yoshinoderama's heart was filled with endless annoyance as to why she was captured alive by the Ming army instead of dying in front of the battle.

Li Jinglong had a look of disappointment on his face and patted Yoshino Terama on the shoulder: "Tera Ma-kun, we have been friends for many years. You don't have to be like this at this time. Please raise your head."

Yoshinoderama hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly raised her head.

What caught his eye was Li Jinglong's smiling face that would only appear in the Land of the Wind and Moon, a look that Yoshinoderama was familiar with.

An embarrassed smile appeared on Yoshinoderama's face: "General... Lord... you..."

"Terama-kun, you and I don't need to say anything!" Li Jinglong categorically interrupted Yoshino Terama's words, and said solemnly: "Terama-kun, we have been friends for so many years. No matter what happens to Japan in the future, as long as you need it, I will

We can ensure that your needs are met within the scope of our abilities and responsibilities.”
To be continued...