Chapter 155 Three Hundred Iron Cavalry!

The sky was winding, and the white clouds galloped like galloping horses in the sky, with a strong flag stretching and rolling in the wind. The eight hundred Liang family pirates stood in line in front of the cannon formation. The roar and screaming of the cannons opposite stood proudly. They seemed to turn a blind eye and ignore them, and still stood straight, with their backs like pine and bamboo, and the painted black muzzle of the spear slung on their shoulders pointed to the sky uniformly.

When the last six twenty-four-pound heavy artillery shells fell one mile from the formation formed by the Liang family pirates, the soldiers only showed a trace of contempt and arrogant smile on the corners of their mouths, as if they were mocking their opponents for their empty and useless intimidation.

Looking at the eighteen-pound and twenty-four-pound heavy artillery shells falling into the smoke and dust splashing far away from the Liang family pirates, Zheng Wenxian felt cold all over, and his fingers holding the telescope turned pale white due to excessive force. Although he was still trying his best to remain calm, the ferocity of the other party's giant cannon really made him frightened. Where did the Liang family bring such a giant cannon? With such a long range, it was like a strong man holding a long axe slowly cutting a towering tree in Sri.

Although the giant tree was tall, it had no power to fight back. It could only watch the long axe filled with cold light in the strong man's hand chopping down with axe, opening deep grooves. The sap flowed in the dock, like tears of sadness and despair.

Boom! Boom! Two more thunders came from the distance. The screaming shells tear the air again. They ignored the space and distance and smashed hard on the thick city wall, hitting two sunken pits again. In the trembling of the earth and mountains, Zheng Wenxian seemed to hear the painful moans from the rock-solid city wall.

"Young master, we must rush, let them explode like this, and they can bombard the city tower like this. The young man is afraid that this place will not last long. I think there are not many people. If they can rush up and smash those two giant cannons, it will not be too late for us to hold on." Zheng Jiaju raised his hand and touched his forehead. A piece of oily skin was rubbed off from there, which hurts hotly.

Zheng Wenxian was a little hesitant. There were only three thousand direct descendants of the Zheng family in this castle. Although the number of people on the shore was less than a thousand, the dock was just behind them. The warships anchored there could be used artillery fire to support the Liang family pirates on the shore.

"Young master, you can't hesitate anymore. Let them continue to bombard like this endlessly. In less than an hour or two, the city tower will definitely be knocked down. We can watch it so hard, which will have a great impact on morale." Next to it, a distant cousin, who is nearly 60 years old, but is still strong and strong like a fierce bull, also walked up to speak to Zheng Wenxian.

His white eyebrows were raised like a razor, his face was only indifferent to life and death, and his eyes were full of desire for merit. His strong arms were covered with muscles as hard as iron and stone, and his face was full of scars. The interlaced scars seemed to remind people that the overly strong old man in front of him was definitely not a good person.

Zheng Lianping is also a famous figure in the Zheng family. He has been with Zheng Lianchang for a long time. He is brave and good at fighting, and can be calm and calm when encountering problems. This time, Zheng Lianchang was worried about his son and his nest, so he specially kept him, hoping that if something happens, he would help Zheng Wenxian guard his nest.

Zheng Wenxian took a restless step on the city wall for several times, and then loosened his hands on the hilt of the knife around his waist. After finally standing still, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay! Fifteenth Uncle, I'll pull half of you, one thousand five people, can you rush over? I'll transfer all the three hundred horses in the castle to you and form a cavalry."

There were only 3,000 people in his hands, and half of them were pulled out at once. There was nothing we could do about it, because you sent too few people. When you impulsively approach the Liang family pirates, there were probably not a few people left. Wouldn't that let people be used as a living target to clean up?

Although Zheng Wenxian wanted to send more people, out of conservatism and caution, Zheng Wenxian decided to leave half of the people. At least, if this wave of attacks completely failed, with 1,500 people and the cover of the castle, at least he could use the advantage of the geographical advantage to defend Zheng Bianchang back.

"Enough, young master, our brothers have given their lives to the bloody men of the Hongqi Gang. None of them is a brave man. As long as they can rush forward and fight, no one can beat our brothers. With three hundred horses, the small one is even more sure." Zheng Lianping raised his chest and looked proud, and his scarred face twitched slightly. It was the excitement of the war that only a long-term warrior had. His eyes were fierce and murderous intent, like the extremely vicious hungry beast, who wanted to drink blood.

"Okay, I'll give you five hundred long spears, one thousand short spears, and each one has a battle knife. Uncle Fifteen, help me clean up the group of Liang's bastards." Zheng Wenxian patted Zheng Lianping's shoulder with satisfaction and said viciously. "Take another hundred kilograms of gunpowder, no matter what, you will blow up those two giant cannons for me."

"Young Master, look at us." Zheng Lianping nodded, ran towards the ladder of the city tower, and shouted loudly. Soon, 1,500 brave and fearless Zheng's direct descendants were ready to gather.

After only one round of cannons was fired on the castle, it was like a little kid who secretly set off firecrackers. After a slap, people suddenly became silent and there was no movement. On this side, the two giant cannons were still slow, and from time to time, they spit out blazing white tube flames and thick white smoke from their muzzles that were enough to be stuffed into their big heads. With the roar like thunder, the projectiles that were spit out left hideous scars on the walls of the castle.

However, Liang Pengfei's attention was not here. He was holding the telescope in his hand and observing the cliff on the side of the Zheng family castle near the sea. The Zheng family castle was not completely independent of a piece of open space, but was built with the help of the narrow geographical location of shrimp whiskers and between the towering main peak of Lantau Island and the high cliff on the seaside.

In the direction Liang Pengfei observed. Wu Qian, who had already climbed to the cliff halfway, spat and spitted on the red palm, tightened the rope tied to his waist. Around him, there were several pirate climbing masters of Liang's family who were as light as spiritual apes. They only relied on their arms and toes to control the balance and continued to climb upwards. Each of them also had a bunch of strong ropes tied to their waists, which was for dragging their companions to be waiting for after they reached the top of the cliff.

"Sun, grandma, when will it take to climb?" Wu Qianjin raised his head, looked at the cliff that still seemed towering and weak, and couldn't help but cursed inwardly, and took down the flying hook that had just hooked the cliff. He aimed at a sag above, and then swung it lightly for a few times. After letting go, he saw the flying hook flying towards the sunken mark as if it had eyes. It was a jingle sound, and it seemed that due to excessive force, it bounced up again and then fell down. "I'm sun!" Wu Qianjin, who is usually the first master of climbing and catching the boarding battle in the Yu Liang family, rolled his eyes helplessly, and carefully took the flying hook back and tried again. After several times, the flying hook finally grabbed it tightly. Wu Qianjin wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to climb upwards...

Just below them, there were many Liang family pirates standing on the deck, tilted their heads high, opened their mouths wide, and watched their companions climbing on the cliff with an alien look, from time to time, marvel at the movements of their companions, or breathed a sigh or two of them. Aside them, there was the light and thick tube-like object, which was the conscience-free cannon invented by Master Liang.

The bodies of these unconscience-free cannons have been tied up with strong ropes, just waiting for the Liang family pirates who climbed to the top of the cliff to drop the ropes from above and transport them up.

"Young Master, there is something going on with the other party." Bai Shusheng walked to Liang Pengfei's voice at this time to report. Liang Pengbing finally withdrew his sight from observing the Jue Cliff and moved to the castle.

Liang Pengfei saw the castle gate slowly opened, and a red crowd surged from inside, and couldn't help but curl up: "It seems that they have made us anxious."

"There are at least 1,200 people. Master, should we transfer more people to the ashore for reinforcements?"

"No, if we have too many people, will they dare to come out and fight?" Liang Pengfei smiled and looked at the two thirty-two-pound heavy artillery and eight eighteen-pound naval guns lined up in the middle of the team. "Although we have a little fewer people, we are all elites of the old Liang family, and these cannons will help. If we can't deal with the more than a thousand people from the Zheng family, then don't mess around."

Liang Pengfei stumbled on the cigar, pulled out the short musket from his waist, walked to the forefront of the team, and looked at these heroic subordinates, and shouted in the gap between the shelling with his powerful voice: "Listen to me! I will order not to let the warships help you. Do you have the confidence to destroy this group of Zheng's pirates for me!"

"Yes!" Eight hundred subordinates, Qi Ruyi, almost overwhelmed the roar of the thirty-two-pound cannon, Liang Pengfei nodded with satisfaction. At least the morale was available, and these guys really began to have the temperament of a soldier, unlike in the past, purely crispy was a group of pirates who fought desperately for personal heroism.

"Step forward and move forward slowly. Although their giant cannons are powerful, they only have two goals. We are close to the range of 18 pounds and start moving forward quickly. Now we need to maintain our strength and take a while to have the strength to stab the Liang family's bastards in the same way." Zheng Lianping sat on the horse's back, waved the sword in his hand, shouted loudly, encouraging his morale.

The opponent's thirty-two-pound cannon was still raging the city wall behind him. Every roar made these Zheng family members frightened. Although they were brave and fearless, the problem was that those cannons were not invincible.

Although the shell seemed to have eyes and was always running towards the city wall behind them, their little heart was still lifted to their throats, for fear that if the other gunners were experiencing some nerves, they rushed down a little bit, and in front of the shells that were almost the size of their heads, not to mention the leather armor on their bodies, even iron armor could be smashed into a thin piece of iron.

The scene seemed quite strange. The Liang family pirates in black suit remained motionless. The two heavy cannons in their formation still slowly bombarded the city walls several miles away. On the other side, the Zheng family pirates in red also walked slowly, as if they were traveling leisurely.

Finally, when the opponent was approaching less than two miles away, the eight eighteen-pound cannons seemed to be full of breath. At the moment Liang Pengfei issued a shooting order, they sprayed out scorching tube flames and white smoke. The shells drew a fast arc and fell on the heads of the Zheng family pirates.

Because of the fuse problem, some shells exploded above the Zheng family pirates. The iron sheets of the shell that were shattered by the force of gunpowder splashed hard on all sides. The fragments with sharp edges and corners were so sharp that they could be used to cut their wrists to commit suicide easily broke the strips of cloth wrapped around the heads of the Zheng family pirates and the poor leather armor on their bodies, pierced through their skin and bones, and thorned their internal organs and muscles into rags.

The screams of screams followed by the explosion of the shells. Zheng Lianping's eyes were as red as if they were about to drip blood. He thrust the horse under him and ruthlessly whipped the subordinates with the back of the knife, allowing them to run forward and tell each other as quickly as possible, rather than killing them in a hurry.

Seeing that the entire team finally woke up in the gap between artillery fire, the men in red began to raise their swords and guns in their hands, and roared wildly and charged forward. Zheng Lianping breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and yelled at the temporary cavalry standing on the left and right, "Run to the left wing, rush forward, and kill the Liang family's bastards!"

Three hundred fast horses began to start, and the distance between two miles was only a distance that came in an instant for the cavalry. They lowered their bodies tightly on the horse's back and whipped the horse's thighs with the battle back in their hands, allowing the horses on their bodies to increase their speed in the shortest time.

They pursed their lips tightly because the strong north wind blew the muscles on their faces were also deformed and twisted. Their narrowed eyes, the blood-devouring and frenzy cold light was like lightning flashing. They were like bloody yakshas that were rolling the waves. As long as they could rush to the opponent, the flying iron hooves under them and the extremely bright sword in their hands would set off layers of blood waves in the crowd. They had this confidence and ability!

Gradually, the running pirates of the Zheng family had been severely pulled a long distance by the running cavalry. At this speed, no matter whether you are solid or flowering bullets, you can't cause intensive damage to them.

"Young Master, have you asked the cannon to be replaced with a shotgun?" Monk Chen looked at the power of the three hundred cavalry and couldn't help but his heart beat faster. He was not afraid, but his inner fighting passion had been ignited. However, the years of battle still made him make his own suggestions to Liang Pengfei.
Chapter completed!