Rebirth of the Four Seas Emperor

The two wings are the last hope for King Ning's army.

Due to the longer distance to outflank, the two wings took more time than the central army.

Although they heard the dense and terrifying gunfire in the middle, when they thought about it, there were already so many matchlock guns in the middle, and there should not be any on both sides.

And based on past experience, once inside, the matchlock becomes a stick for burning fire.

"Bah bah bah bah..."

The same intensive gunfire also sounded on both wings. What was even more frightening was that the two wings of the Tianwu Army still used forward shooting, an offensive method that can destroy the enemy's will.

Soon, the three sides faced the same fate at the same time. This was not a war, but a massacre.

He Jinghui said with a sigh:

"Nerd, I suddenly realized that fighting seems to be meaningless. What should I do?"

Hou Tianzong said with emotion:

"It seems quite boring. We only bought [-] flintlock muskets. You kept saying that we bought too many, but now it seems that we bought too few. I guess future wars will be dominated by these things."

He Jinghui smiled bitterly and said:

"Then wouldn't all my kung fu training be in vain? No, I must spank that kid. Otherwise, how could I get this bad breath out?"

Hou Tianzong also looked bitter:

"I tried my best to overestimate the power of the flintlock musket, but unexpectedly I still underestimated it. Liang Yongzhen did the right thing this time. Three ships of silver were exchanged for a bunch of flintlock muskets and ammunition. It was really not a loss. At least. We saved 1 brothers from dying."

He Jinghui trembled and said:

"Damn it, you have to fight like hell if you have this thing. Everyone is dead before they even get close. How can you fight like this?"

Hou Tianzong patted the back of his hand:

"Okay, just be satisfied. We should be glad that we are the ones with this kind of weapon. If we were on the opposite side, the consequences would be disastrous. Don't keep thinking about fighting. There won't be many opportunities to fight in the future."

He Jinghui touched the back of his head with his big palm fan hand:

"Why do I feel like I've been doing all the fucking messing around in my life? I've been working hard for decades, but I'm still not as successful as that kid did in two or three years. How does his brain grow? He's so fucking capable. .”

Hou Tianzong shook his head, feeling ashamed in his heart.

He has been extremely intelligent, agile and eager to learn since he was a child. He is unique among his peers. Even Zhang Shuda, who is known as a famous prime minister in his early years, is far inferior to him in terms of intelligence and scheming.

In fact, many of Zhang Shuda's decisions were related to Hou Tianzong, but the two had always exchanged letters and were not known to outsiders.

The Tianwu Gang and Zhang Shuda also responded to each other from afar, which forced Ji Honghe to endure for many years and not dare to attack either party rashly.

As long as Zhang Shuda is alive, he will only dare to play small tricks in private, and will not dare to challenge the two of them on the stage.

Anyone familiar with Zhang Shuda knows that he has a mysterious think tank, but no one knows the true identity of that think tank.

No one would have thought that Zhang Shuda's think tank, the mysterious man he nicknamed Daxia's Hidden Prime Minister, turned out to be the world-famous Living Zhuge.

Before Hou Yao's rise, Hou Tianzong had never doubted that he was unrivaled in intelligence.

But since this grandson emerged three years ago, all his pride has been shattered in just a few years.

And the most annoying thing is that he has not surpassed himself in one aspect.But an all-round, no-dead-end transcendence, an all-round crushing of scholars, farmers, industry and commerce.

Now, the only thing Hou Tianzong can comfort himself is: no matter how awesome that kid is, he can only be treated as a grandson when facing him.

Shaking his head, he brought his thoughts back to the battlefield. This was the first time he was distracted during a battle.

He touched the hand of He Jinghui, who was also distracted beside him, and said:

"It's time for the pig killer to charge. If he doesn't charge, he will be unable to catch up."

Only then did He Jinghui come back to his senses and screamed:

"Ah? Damn it, this is the first time we have fought such a boring battle. Xiang Le, Xue Liquan, why the hell are you just standing there in a daze if you don't charge?"

Xiang Le and Xue Liquan had the same idea as He Jinghui. After being reminded, they hurriedly thought of charging as a team.

Hou Tianzong couldn't help but shook his head and sighed:

"That boy, this has changed the form of war. In the future, the fight will no longer be about human lives, but who will fight for who has better weapons and more money. No wonder that boy loves money so much. He must have already He foresaw the changes in the war situation in the future. Alas, it cannot be said that it is not a tragedy to be with such a genius. He is only 20 years old this year? 23 years old? Anyway, it is not a few years away. It will be his time from now on. Fortunately I am already old and there is no need to fight anymore..."

He Jinghui heard Hou Tianzong's mumbling and said strangely:

"Nerd, what are you mumbling over there? Why are we old and don't have to fight anymore? We don't have to fight anymore?"

Hou Tianzong raised the corner of his mouth and said:

"I said we are all old and don't need to compete with that kid for the world. With his strength, it seems easy to become the emperor, but he doesn't seem to have any ambition to compete for the world."

He Jinghui said with disdain:

"That boy is just like you. He only wants to hang out with little girls all day long, and he has ridiculous ambitions. If I hadn't pulled you back then..."

He Jinghui became more and more proud as he talked, completely unaware that Hou Tianzong was already furious and his face had turned the color of pig liver.

Hou Tianzong suddenly grabbed the tender skin on the back of He Jinghui's hand and said angrily:

"We are already charging. What nonsense are you talking about here? Are you free?"

"what--"

He Jinghui was startled by the sudden huge pain and howled like a slaughtering pig.

He was about to curse, but when he lowered his head and saw Hou Tianzong's face, he suddenly realized that he had just said the wrong thing.

He immediately didn't dare to say any more and ran forward reluctantly.

After running far away, he didn't forget to look back to see if Hou Tianzong's anger had subsided.

Seeing that Hou Tianzong was still livid, he had no choice but to immerse himself in chasing the enemy's defeated troops.

It's just that he is still very unconvinced in his heart: Are you allowed to do it yourself without letting anyone tell you?Huh, after we got together with Ji Qianhui, the two of them got tired of being together every day. They knew that they would be unable to walk even if they did that thing, and they would have no energy to do anything else. If I hadn't stolen all your family's money, I guess I didn’t want to go into the sea at that time.

He Jinghui had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he did not relax in his hands and killed all the defeated troops he encountered along the way...

……

Li Liang had fought all his life and had never felt such a powerless feeling.

The Liaodong Cavalry was his pride, but he never expected that they would be so vulnerable.

After more than half of the casualties were lost in an instant, he also thought about ordering the withdrawal of troops, but the two wings had not launched an attack at that time, which made him hesitate again.

During this moment of hesitation, the entire Daxia Jingqi army, which was already small in number, was wiped out.

His life's accumulation was wiped out.

After the Liaodong cavalry was destroyed, Li Liang did not dare to withdraw his troops. Hundreds of thoughts went through his mind in an instant, and then he ordered the infantry to charge.

The reason for doing this is to give the Mongols and Jurchens an illusion.

They mistakenly thought that the middle road had already gained a certain advantage, and that they could defeat the Tianwu army as long as they worked harder.

He wants to use the Tianwu Army to consume as much Mongolian and Jurchen fighting power as possible. Otherwise, without the suppression of the Liaodong cavalry, the situation in the entire Northeast will be completely corrupted.

On the battlefield, the attack horns of the Jingnan Army were louder and louder, and more than half of the Mongolians and Jurchens were killed or injured.

More and more people have discovered that something is wrong, and the gunfire of Tianwu Army is getting louder and tighter.

When it felt like the front army was about to advance into Tian Wu's formation, there would suddenly be a burst of intensive gunfire.

After the sound, it will relax for a while, making people mistakenly think that the Tianwu army is destroying the cavalry rushing into the formation.

After doing this three times, Crossbow Mother Hatch was the first to feel something was wrong, so he ordered his men to slow down and fell far behind the brigade.

Once they broke away from the large group of people, they immediately realized that something was wrong with the situation.

Although the Tianwu Army Formation was surrounded by tens of thousands of troops, the formation was not chaotic at all. Countless corpses were piled up in front, but there was no trace of fighting.

What is even more suspicious is that although Li Liang's infantry is charging, its pace is very slow.

All this unreasonableness had aroused his alarm, so he decisively ordered to turn the horse's head.

At this moment, the army in front also began to collapse.

At the same time, the clarion call for attack also sounded in the Tianwu Army formation.

Crossbow Mother Hatch made a quick decision and shouted:

"Let's go back to Fo'ala quickly."

The three Jurchen knights fled without looking back.

The Tianwu Army counterattacked, and now everyone knew that the defeat of the Jingnan Army was certain.

Ji Qiyun was confused and confused.

"Master Li, what should we do now?"

Li Liang turned his head and glanced at Ji Qiyun, then at Gao Xiaosong and Shenjiying behind him:

"Your Majesty, the Tianwu Army's firearms are too powerful. We have to return to Shenyang first before making any plans. But now the army is out of control, and only the Shenji Battalion can deal with it."

Ji Qiyun immediately understood what Li Liang meant. Gao Xiaosong was from the old emperor and could not be trusted.

Now that their biggest support was gone, leaving Shenji Camp behind would be a hidden danger and they had no choice but to abandon it.

Ji Qiyun smiled back and glanced at Gao Xiaosong and said:

"Gao Xiaosong, I order you to lead the Shenji Battalion to stop the enemy's pursuit."

Gao Xiaosong said with a smile on his face:

"His Royal Highness Prince Ning, you are in such a situation. Do you think I am blind? Now I can tell you a secret. The people from the Tianwu Gang have been helping your Majesty these years, and I am responsible for contacting them. People, the old slave has been sending people to inform them of the whereabouts of our army. Although it seems useless, it can at least reveal the old slave's intentions, right? Now, do you still think that the old slave will help His Highness to stop them? "

The expression on Ji Qiyun's face suddenly became extremely exciting. He was confident that with the Liaodong Iron Cavalry in hand, the world was at his fingertips.

But I didn't expect that it would be just a fantasy after all.

When he forced Gao Xiaosong to surrender, he knew that he would not give in, but he prided himself on his strength and didn't care at all.

Now that his strength is compromised, the consequences are immediately apparent.

He knew that he had no way out since he started the army, but he didn't expect that he would end up in this way.

The result was already determined, so he calmed down instead, and his wrinkled old face was filled with endless sadness...