The densely packed Franchise men took advantage of the first tentative attack and immediately began to gather together. They brought artillery. One artillery was escorted by infantry and slowly advanced forward. The horses transporting the artillery were struggling in the mud.

War horses are also transported by landing ships.

Then, the cavalry turned over the horse.

In this era, it is still the world of cavalry. Even if it is just a musketeer, it can quickly make them qualified soldiers for the recruited farmers.

The cavalry wearing armor stared at the cavalry team in the distance wearing shabby Lunsan Rushan. They cast flags and arranged in a group.

They actually transported a full infantry regiment.

There were three columns, each with one thousand and two hundred people. These people were obviously professional battlefield killers. The spearmen quickly lined up into three dense horizontal lines, with each horizontal line being 50 to 60 people in the front and 20 rows in depth. On the four corners were the combsmen in dense queues. Then, they began to advance slowly, with the cavalry guarding their wings on both sides, and the artillery began to arrange queues.

Above the team, there are a king flag with a lion and a castle logo representing the Castile royal family.

Rumble...

The cannons began to roar.

Above the dark sky, it was like a meteor falling.

This is a test fire of the artillery, which is very powerful, but there are not many casualties.

In the gathering place, a group of Fang Jinglong's personal soldiers also manipulated the artillery to "retaliate". Both sides seemed to be testing the fire.

Through the test firing, the calibration began between each other, calculating the elevation angle, the position of the muzzle, and the amount of gunpowder began to increase or decrease as appropriate.

In the gathering place.

The personal guard Yang Shu hurried to Fang Jinglong and said, "Mr., the other party has many artillery, and the gunner is obviously experienced, so I'm afraid..."

Fang Jinglong nodded: "Hold on it, even if you die, you must keep it. Xinjin must not fall. Pass the orders... hold on!"

"Abide by the order!"

The commander of soldiers and horses conveys Fang Jinglong's order to fight to the death.

After the rammed earth wall, the farmers holding muskets and spears cheered.

They were more determined than the prince. They might not have been beaten to death, because they were afraid that the prince would give up Xinjin and avoid the battle.

They arrived here in a difficult situation and chose this fertile land to settle down. Under the coveted land of mosquitoes and beasts, under the eye of the natives hidden in the forest, they built farmhouses on the farmlands, where they dug and built canals to irrigate. In their farmhouses, tools and households were increasing. Their crops were about to be harvested. The wine they hid in the cellar would soon be produced. Their lives and tools were here. Where would they retreat? Death, death and death are here.

Rumble...

The cannons finally began to roar.

This time, countless artillery shells fell into the gathering place accurately.

In the gathering place, the artillery fired back.

The drummers of the Francos began to beat the war drums, and the priests who followed the army shouted loudly. They drew crosses in the team and chanted loudly. The commander of the military police, with six assistants, pressed the formation behind the formation, and the spearmen and musketeers began to step on the drum beats and began to advance.

Some shells fell down and some people fell in a pool of blood. Then, in the square formation, the position of the dead was quickly replenished.

In the gathering ground, scattered arrows flew out.

It still cannot stop the spearmen and musketeers from attacking.

On the other hand, Confucian scholars have begun to sharpen their knives.

They were wandering outside, and the leader's teacher Song Yan had raised his knife and yelled: "Kill!"

The word "kill" is out without urging. Countless Confucian scholars flocked to the crowd, and the target was obviously the artillery team behind the Franchise phalanx.

Liu Jie was in the team, and the war horses under his seat were running wildly. Among the seventy or eighty horse teams, he waved his sword and tilted his teeth, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist. This time he entered the enemy formation, obviously he was alive. The Franji man fought well, was well-trained, advanced and retreated, and had excellent weapons. He was not under the pioneers of the Ming army, and these professional officials were almost the most powerful army that Liu Jie encountered from the Ming Dynasty to the Golden Continent.

His ears were blown by the wind, and his war horses were galloping faster and faster. The leading teacher Song Yan left Liu Jie with a back, a sloppy teacher, under his weak body, a murderous intent.

Liu Jie's eyes were blurred. I don't know whether it was because of the wind and sand, or at this moment, when he was about to rush into the enemy's formation, he remembered something. There are always some things in this world that he can't let go, such as the father who had been eagerly looking forward to him, such as... the master who taught himself by example, and the meticulous teacher.

"kill!"

The long sword pierced into the haze sky, and the iron cavalry was roaring.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy cavalry of Franchise also began to be dispatched, and their heavy cavalry was directly opposite the Confucian scholars, and the two wings were responsible for the maneuver.

boom……

The cavalry team collided.

Liu Jie almost fell together with a heavy rider on the opposite side. When both sides collided, inertia caused the two bodies to fall together.

The heavy cavalry stabbed the cavalry out of the rifle, and Liu Jie barely avoided it, and the two fell off the horse at the same time.

The heavy armor pressed against him tightly, and he felt that his internal organs had been squeezed out.

The heavy rider was obviously injured, but he gave up his rifle. His whole body was like a can of mobility that was inconvenient, clumsyly trying to pull out the sword at his waist.

Liu Jie was in a difficult situation, his hands penetrated deep into his neck and pinched his throat desperately.

They were gasping for breath.

This moment.

There was still the rumbling sound of cannons, countless rains of bullets, passing through the sky.

Muskets and gunfires were heard, surrounding the rammed earth wall, militias that jumped out from behind the wall fought with spearmen trying to cross the rammed earth.

Liu Jie felt that he was dead. He didn't even know if the heavy knight who was lying on him was still alive. His hands were still pinching his neck, and he gasped.

Seeing the scattered cavalry, they still fought fiercely.

Song Yan, the instructor riding on the horse, was blocked by three or four racist riding. He raised his sword and laughed: "Hahaha... the world has righteousness, and it is mixed with manifold..."

His hand was injured, and a Franco-machine Ranger slashed with one knife. He was wrong and his backhand was cut on the back of the Ranger.

The Francophone screamed and fell off his horse.

The long sword with blood was raised again, and Song Yan still laughed: "Come on, let's see what I do?"

His voice was hoarse and he continued to chant: "The lower part is the river and the upper part is the sun and the upper part is the sun and the upper part is the sun and the upper part is the sun and the stars..."

But at this moment, his good luck ended here.

From somewhere, a musket sounded with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yan's predecessor was charred, and his knife began to hang down weakly, and the blood in the corner of his mouth dripped down his long beard.

The angry Franchiser took this opportunity to stab a spear out and pierced into his abdomen.

Blood emerged like a spring.

Song Yan was still sitting on the horse, but his head had already hanged down and his long beard was soaked in blood.

"Kill!" The shouts of Confucian scholars were still heard from all directions.

Someone roared: "Do you still remember the Qi Taishi Jian, the Jin Dong Hu Bi, and the Zhang Liangzhizhi and Su Wujie? To this day, it is over and there is only death. If we are afraid, the saint's learning will be gone. If we die, the saint's learning will prosper forever! Kill..."

"kill……"

…………

The horse team was destroyed.

The rammed earth wall has collapsed with a bang.

Countless people are still fighting fiercely in the trench, behind half a wall, in the wooden building.

Fang Jinglong had drawn his sword, and he saw more and more Franchise men starting to be close.

He turned around and smiled at a young guard: "You go to Xijing."

The young guard said, "Mr.... is humble... will not leave."

"Get out of here." Fang Jinglong glared at the guard: "Your father, you are the only son. He is with me and dies. I agree and leave your Qin family a bloodline. When you go to Xijing, tell Xijing to guard. Damn, remember to avenge Fang Jinglong. Also, I have a letter from my family, and it has not been sent out yet. You can take it and send it out. At least, let my son know his father, and he has found several concubines in the Golden Continent. The old Fang family wants to pass on the family line. A few more are born, and of course, this is a secret and must not be known. And..."

Fang Jinglong was silent for a moment and stared at the young guard: "When I reported to the court, I used the sixth poem. I remember that my ancestors used this poem in Tumu Fort. Unfortunately... He was lucky and survived, but it was useless. Now... my father died and his son passed away. I will use this poem. Let's live well. I don't have time to explain to you more. In the future... you go to my son and tell him that if you are a father, you will die. There is nothing to regret. But it's a pity that you can't meet Zhengqing before you die. OK, let's get out."

He kicked the young guard, but the young guard refused to leave. Fang Jinglong roared and then he staggered away.

now……

Fang Jinglong's long sword in his hand.

Looking at the countless Franciscans.

Occasionally, the musket shoots the fire.

There were corpses everywhere on the ground.

He roared, and countless people hiding behind wooden buildings, trenches and corpse mountains rushed out one after another.

It suddenly started to rain in the sky, and the drizzle suddenly had a bit of the smell of hometown.

The only thing that is not good is that there is blood in the rain.

In the mud, everyone was killed in a ball, and people rolled in the mud, trying their best to send the sharp blade into each other's body.

Until noon...

Above the raging waves on the sea, fleets of sun and moon flying flags slowly broke through the mist and appeared on the ocean of Xinjin. The Franchis, who had no time to enjoy the fruits of victory, faded away like a tide.

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