Hangzhou, stationed in Fangcheng City.

Shu Lu walked out of the house with a crutch.

He is old and sleeps less. Every day, he gets up on time, drags his legs that were injured when he hit Jiaxing, sits in the yard and reminisces about the wonderful times of that year. Alas, it was such a good day at that time. He robs the flower world of Jiangnan as he wants, and those Han women do whatever they want. After doing it, they will be killed directly. How refreshing it is.

But now, I can’t do it even if I want to!

He looked at the room opposite with some greed. Xiao Jie's granddaughter-in-law was in the light. The paper was so clear that he could hear the cry of his great-grandson being awakened. This was also his main pleasure every day.

"Oh, each generation is worse than the other!"

Inexplicably, he remembered his grandson who had just been transferred to Ningbo to suppress bandits, and couldn't help but sigh and sighed.

At this moment, a strange howling suddenly came from the sky. He raised his head in surprise and quickly lowered from far to near. The next moment, the room where his granddaughter-in-law and great-grandson were in suddenly turned into a ball of flames. In the fragments of the house, countless dazzling sparks shot like splashing iron flowers and shot in all directions. Almost every lit light fell, it would turn into a burning flame.

"Enemy attack!"

He subconsciously threw himself to the ground and screamed heart-wrenchingly.

Almost at the same time, the entire sleeping garrison city, and even the entire Hangzhou city, were awakened by the sudden explosion. Everyone got up in panic and looked at the extra fire in the city in shock.

"How about it?"

On a slightly raised high ground on the south bank of Qiantang River, Yang Feng, who was standing next to the mortar, asked a subordinate beside him with a shell in his hand. The latter was staring at the city of Hangzhou on the other side with his telescope, staring at the sudden fire in the city.

"Yes, Zhengzhong's battalion would be even better if it was a hundred steps south."

The soldier who grew up in Hangzhou said.

Yang Feng adjusted the mortar as fast as possible, and then loaded another shell. In an instant, as the flames of the muzzle were sprayed out, an 82mm shell filled with steel balls, explosives, and aluminum-phosphorus combustion agent flew out, and fell to Hangzhou garrison with a unique sharp roar with a high throwing trajectory.

"Yes, it just so happens that, girl, I've avenged you!"

Looking at the sudden flash of fire in the city, the soldier shouted.

"Well?!"

Yang Feng glanced at the guy who was revengeing his private revenge speechlessly and started loading shells as quickly as possible. Ten soldiers carrying shells lined up next to him, constantly handing over assembled shells. These terrifying shells were like assembly lines, and kept spraying from the muzzle at a speed of more than ten rounds per minute, hitting the garrison city with a whistling sound.

And the garrison city at this time was already a doomsday scene.

The power of the 82 mortar is indeed not great, but it is on the battlefield. When bombing into densely populated residential areas, it is definitely a killer weapon, not to mention that it is a killing and burning bomb. When the power of explosion destroys buildings, the scattered shrapnel and steel balls harvest life, the burning of mixed aluminum and phosphorus is also raging wildly. White phosphorus burns in the air, and the high temperature ignites the more terrifying aluminum heater, forming dazzling fireworks, but it brings death fireworks, because no matter where they splash, they will bring magic flames like maggots attached to bones.

The entire garrison city is filled with hell.

All the alien rulers who were high above, all the domineering, and all the Han people riding on the heads of this city turned into dogs beaten by whips, fleeing around in horror, avoiding the falling shells, avoiding the terrifying demonic flames, and avoiding the spreading raging fire. Some people kept shattering in the explosion, and people kept being splashed by the burning flames of aluminum and phosphorus, and then rolled on the ground and letting out heart-wrenching screams. There were more people who had no time to escape from the sea of ​​fire, and they were full of fire.

The entire Hangzhou city was shocked. Outside the wall of the garrison city, countless ordinary people watched silently, and no one stepped forward.

Forty shells were shot in a few minutes.

"retreat!"

Yang Feng shouted, and his soldiers took the mortar as quickly as possible, and rushed up the boat parked by the Qiantang River as fast as possible, and went downstream to the estuary. At the same time, the observer who saw the fire in Hangzhou on the top of the mast of the Virgo Martial Goddess also notified Wallace as quickly as possible, and the latter immediately drove the boat upstream to meet Yang Feng.

However, in Hangzhou, the disaster did not end with his departure. In fact, the nightmare of the bannermen continued.

Because the fire has begun to spread to the entire garrison city, the houses at this time were all made of wooden structures, even rich families, such as wood beams, pillars, wooden doors and windows, and especially in the south, most houses are even almost all wood. For the sake of ventilation, the rich and eloquent bannermen have to paint and hang curtains. It can be said that a spark of aluminum and phosphorus burning is a fire, not to mention that Yang Feng poured out a total of forty shells into this small city. The ignited houses quickly ignited a fire, and then licked downward under the urging wind, and then more houses were ignited.

Chaos and disorder have amplified the disaster.

When the flag-man who had not died of artillery shells found that there were no shells falling down and gradually woke up, the fire was no longer controlled, and the gate of the garrison city was quickly opened, and the people inside fled out like crazy.

"Put the fire, please put out the fire for the bannermen!"

Among the Han people watching the fun outside, I don’t know who shouted first, and then everyone looked at each other in a hurry. Then they suddenly woke up smartly. More fire-fighting sounds began to sound, and the crowd immediately rushed towards the city gates.

The first bannerman who rushed to the door couldn't help but smile with a hint of relief when he heard this voice. It was obvious that decades of national integration had not been in vain. These slaves finally forgot the hatred of that year, but then he found something wrong...

"Bastard, you guys let me out first!"

He struggled to struggle outwards in the narrow city gate, roaring angrily.

However, he couldn't get out. Hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in the entire Hangzhou city took action, holding various vessels in their hands, and came to help the bannermen to put out the fire and show the gratifying results of national integration. But the problem is that there are too many people, so many of them block the gates of the city gates that are blocked, and the bannermen in the city cannot get out at all.

At this time, the fire behind them rushed towards them like monsters that devoured everything.

"Get out of the way, let everyone go! Let the people inside come out first."

Hangzhou magistrate Zhang Shuke shouted desperately behind the crowd, and the yamen runners beside him drove the crowd weakly.

"Put the fire!"

More ordinary people beside him rushed towards the gate of the garrison city happily.

At this time, the smart bannerman had already begun to climb up the city wall and jump down. It was much better to jump down and break his legs than to burn it into ashes inside.

Fortunately, Zhejiang Governor Zhang Xie, soon led a team of green camps to arrive. Zhang Shu was the Han governor, and he could only catch him blindly when encountering this situation. However, Zhang Xie, the Han Banners of Liaoyang, ignored these things. He could not watch his masters burned to death in the city. With his orders, the soldiers of his Green Camp immediately waved their swords and guns to forcefully disperse the people at a city gate. Even Governor Zhang even opened the road with his sword and finally cut open a passage and rushed to the front of the city gate, picking up the bannermen trapped there.

As soon as these people came out, they immediately cried in their beloved governor.

"Quick, go in and put out the fire!"

Governor Zhang, who was white in hair and beard, held a blood-dropping sword in his hand. While comforting the escaped flagmen, he shouted majestic to the people.

The common people holding various fire-fighting vessels looked at the garrison city that was almost turned into a sea of ​​fire. Looking at the corpses of flag men who were burned into fried chicken inside, they immediately lost their energy. They were not stupid, and the fire would not turn into barbecue when they entered. As for how many people died inside, it was all their business, anyway, the walls of the garrison city blocked it and it would not be possible to spread outside.

"Everyone is coming in and put out the fire!"

Governor Zhang repeated once, but when he saw that no one was moving, he immediately raised his sword without hesitation and cut a commoner to the ground. Amid the latter's screams, he shouted fiercely: "Those who dare to violate the orders are punished as a gangster."

The people outside looked at each other. Under the threat of swords and guns of the Green Camp soldiers, they reluctantly walked into the garrison Fangcheng and slowly began to put out the fires for the bannermen. Fortunately, the most powerful stage of the fire had passed at this time, and there was sufficient water supply in Hangzhou. In addition, the people actually had sufficient experience in dealing with this situation, and the fires in the garrison Fangcheng were gradually controlled.

Of course, there are some things that are unknown during the firefighting process, such as...

"Hurry up, help me out!"

Shu Lu limped to the two young men who had put out the flames in front of the door and walked to his house that his house had been burned to ruins at this time. Except for him hiding in the water tank, all of them were buried in the fire. Even he was scalded red by the hot water in the tank.

"Master, what's going on with your leg?"

Two young men stepped forward to help him up, and one of them asked looking at his lame leg.

"I was stabbed when I hit Jiaxing!"

Shu Lu said.

"Master, then you have killed a lot of people?"

"Of course, the barbarian's head that was chopped by the master back then could be said to be less than a hundred times!"

Shu Lu said proudly.

Then he found something wrong, and the two young men raised him up and walked out, but towards the house where he was burning.

"What are you going to do?"

He shouted in horror.

"What are you doing? I'll give you some good things for the people who died in Jiaxing!"

A young man sneered, and the two raised him and threw him into the fire with force. Before Shu Lu screamed and got up, the burned roof fell down and directly pressed him under the flames.
Chapter completed!