Chapter three hundred and sixty-one, the lingering fear is now a ranger
"What is going on? Doesn't it mean that there is no one? Why are these places exploding? Could it be that the Ming army's artillery can hit a distance beyond the field of vision, and can it hit so accurately?" There were wrappings on the forehead and shoulders.
Dong Shan, who was covered in blood-soaked bandages, roared angrily. In order to wrap up the wound, he took off his armor, revealing a body of vigorously growing hair, roaring like a white-necked black bear.
The target of his roar was Li Manzhu, who had a livid face and was covering his chest and abdomen with internal injuries. However, at this moment, Li Manzhu did not have the energy or strength to argue with Dong Shan. At this moment, his eyes were all focused on that.
His face was as pale as paper, and his son Gunaha was lying on a makeshift bed made of dismantled door panels.
It is obvious that there is an obvious wound on the chest of Gunaha who has taken off his armor. The hideous wound is nearly a foot long. However, this is not the main thing. The important thing is that Gunaha's helmet thrown aside has already
Transformation. At that time, Gunaha was less than twenty steps away from the city gate tower, and the explosion at the city wall was the most violent. A flying stone as big as a fist directly deformed his helmet. It was also protected in the helmet.
His ears also became pulpy. Fortunately, it wasn't a direct hit on the back of the head. Otherwise, Gunaha's head would have turned into a rotten watermelon.
In addition to the explosion of the city gate tower behind him, which severely hit Gunaha's head, an explosion in front of him and a broken blade that flew towards him added a major blow to his waist and abdomen.
Looking at his son who was breathing weakly, and the Han doctor slave was scrubbing his wounds cautiously, but he didn't even know the pain. Li Manzhu felt that there was a fire in his heart, burning there, making the tip of his heart hurt.
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This was his only son, and this was also his greatest expectation. But now, his son, who was as strong as a tiger in the forest, was lying here dying and his fate was unknown.
"General, the life of the major general should be saved." The Han medical slave who had been kidnapped from the Ming Realm to Jianzhou by these female straight people for nearly ten years covered the wound and wiped the wound on his forehead.
Sweat. He raised his head and looked at Li Manzhu, who had a stiff face and sad eyes, and said cautiously.
"When will you wake up?" Li Manzhu, who heard the Han doctor's words and knew the Han doctor's abilities, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, moved closer, and carefully covered Nagunaha with the blanket.
He asked without looking up.
"It's hard to say." The gray brow of the Han doctor frowned so hard. "Such an impact can wake you up in three to five days. If it's longer... it's hard to say."
After hearing this, Li Manzhu breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt that someone was pressing a lead ingot on his heart. He was so heavy that he couldn't breathe. After a long time, he waved and asked someone to carry Gunaha in.
In a hastily built tent not far behind him.
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After the explosion, Li Manzhu and others dared to stay in Fushun City. In addition to sending some soldiers to search the city, the rest of them withdrew from Fushun City and temporarily camped a few meters away from Fushun City. Behind them,
The moans and shrill howls that came from time to time in the camp tortured the nerves of all the straight women. Although the straight women soldiers were angry because their comrades were plotted against them, for this kind of invisible enemy that brought death
The situation really made them a little overwhelmed, or in other words, they couldn't even find a target to vent their anger on.
Dong Shan, who also heard that Gunaha was seriously injured and unconscious, finally closed his mouth wisely, but his eyes filled with doubts and reproaches were still staring at Li Manzhu.
At this time, one after another female straight warriors who rushed into the houses to search for any suspicious places came to report the news. However, all the answers were not beyond Li Manzhu's expectations, but they were also beyond Li Manzhu's expectations.
In other words, no one has found any trace of human beings in Fusuoshun City. And the more this happens, the more Li Manzhu feels angry and frightened, because he really can't tell how the explosion happened. Its power
, but the power of the Ming army's artillery is unknown.
"Not to mention that you are confused, even I am also confused. I am afraid that only those Ming soldiers and God know what the hell is going on." After listening to the report from his men, Li Manzhu had a bitter smile on his face.
, sat down on the horse carrier carried by the guards next to him, and looked at Fushun Station not far away.
The east gate of Fushun Institute has turned into a collapsed ruin, and the huge rocks and soil still can't cover up the blackened ground from the explosion. There are stumps and broken arms scattered near the ruins, as well as some things whose original condition cannot be distinguished.
Still hasn't been cleaned up.
"More than three hundred people died, and almost a thousand were injured. Those Chinese dogs are really nothing." Fancha, who was the least injured, hurried over and angrily pulled off his helmet and wiped it.
A handful of sweat fell from his forehead, and frustration and anger were mixed on his face. "What the hell is this thing? It's so obvious that no one is looking at it, but it can explode when we enter the city."
"Who knows, the Ming Dynasty is so big, it's normal for us to find some weird things that we can't figure out." Li Manzhu raised his hand to wipe his face, and then asked: "By the way, have you looked around Fushun City?"
"Don't worry, I've already sent out the spies. No matter if it's a human or a ghost, as long as there is movement, we will definitely be able to detect it." Fancha took the water bag handed over by his subordinates, raised his head and drank heavily.
"What should we do now?" Dong Shan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Fushun, which was as silent as a dead city. If his gaze could be converted into destructive power, I am afraid that Fushun City would have been destroyed by Dong at this moment.
The gazes of Shan and Naoto were ground into pieces.
"We'd better figure out first what kind of weapons the Ming army uses. Otherwise, if something like this happens again, how many women in Jianzhou do we have in total? If we come back a few times, let alone the morale of the army, I'm afraid it will be...
Back in Jianzhou..." Speaking of this, Fancha rubbed his still red forehead angrily.
"I can see that the Ming army must have buried gunpowder under the city wall and on the streets of Fushun. As soon as we walked into the ambush, they tried to detonate it." Li Manzhu's guess was indeed close to the truth.
The truth. But the problem is that he can't figure out how the Ming army calculated exactly when they would enter the city and detonated it in time. For Jianzhou women who had never seen landmines and didn't know the instructions for their use,
It really makes it impossible for them to understand more things at a deeper level.
"If we go back like this, it will be more difficult to explain than going back before entering Fushun." Dong Shan glanced at his uncle Fancha with a look of disgust on his face. "Anyway, why don't we get some Chinese dogs?"
I had surgery to vent my anger, but I couldn't take this breath."
Just before Dong Shan finished speaking, a fast horse galloped towards the camp, bringing news that a small number of Ming army cavalry were discovered on a ridge west of Fushun City.
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