Indeed, just be not afraid of death.

The fastest Red Cannon is one round per minute, and the effective aiming range is only 500 meters. The error can definitely be described as huge. An ordinary person, an ordinary person who has been working hard all year round, and recently received sufficient nutritional supplements, will only run this distance without more than three minutes after maintaining physical strength.

Ten red cannons had two rounds of solid bullets and twenty rounds.

Only five shots were actually hitting the formation, and dozens of people were killed.

It is good to kill more than a hundred shotguns in one round, and with those Franc's shotguns, killing three or four hundred people is a miracle.

But the musket can only be fired for one round.

There was no second round of volleys. Even the British in the Flintlock era would rather give up the second round of shooting and choose to shoot one shot and charge with a bayonet, let alone these team players and their mezzanines. Moreover, they were less than twenty meters away from being covered in faces. They had already collapsed at twenty meters. At the same time, their firing distance would have a one-tenth of hit rate.

"It's so embarrassing!"

Yang Xin said with emotion.

He was already standing in the collapsed group training at this moment.

A man in blue shirt waving a sword in front of him turned back at him in shock.

"There are all five thousand troops, red barbarian cannons, franchises, turtledove guns, and bird guns. They were defeated by 20,000 peasants with only spears. It's embarrassing. By the way, you have more casualties than others. Do you have more than five hundred killed? I think it's a big deal. In addition, the injured can probably exceed five hundred, but how much you have lost? I think it's at least three or four times that of others.

All the cannons were lost!

You must be responsible if you make it like this.”

Governor Yang said.

"Who are you?"

The man roared in a rage.

Just at the same time, there was a scream of horror in front of me.

"Hold on, hold on, and each person will be rewarded with twenty taels of silver!"

He didn't bother with Yang Xin and shouted to his collapsed subordinates in front of him.

But the silver no longer works. On the entire collapsed battlefield, his rare group training, which could gather to resist for hundreds of people, collapsed in the impact of the spear opposite. More than a dozen Dutch mercenaries with great professional ethics roared like him, wielding the stinging sword in their hands to resist the surging Red Turban Army, but then one-third were nailed to the spear, and the rest also turned around and ran away. The man looked at the scene with grief and anger, drew out his sword and placed it on his neck, but at the same time, a broad back appeared in front of him...

"stop!"

A thunder hit his eardrums.

He subconsciously let go of his hand and screamed, covering his ears.

At this time, he found that the man in front of him was holding a white banner in his hand. As the wind blew, the embroidered pattern immediately appeared. It was a very similar bear, but it was black and white. His eyes were like glasses, and they were sitting cross-legged. One claw was still holding the bamboo to his mouth, as if he was showing a cute smile at him.

"This is called Zuo Yu Banner. I know Zuo Yu is not like this, but I still like this more. By the way, what's your name?"

Yang Xin turned around and said.

"Shen Tingyang, a student at Yingtian Imperial College, met the governor."

The man said angrily.

"I remember you, come with me, I need to educate you well!"

Yang Xin said.

After saying that, Governor Yang held up the Zuo Yu Banner. No, it should be a panda banner, walking proudly in the chaotic battlefield. Shen Tingyang thought about it and followed Yang Xin, and the two sides who were fighting were fighting one after another. The panda banner, which was a destructive view, seemed to have some kind of divine power, bringing peace to the bloody battlefield.

Both sides ceased to fight.

Or it can be said that the Red Turban Army stopped chasing.

As for the government army and the regiments, of course, they quickly took a breath. If Governor Yang hadn't appeared, they would have been driven into the Yangtze River at this time. Poor their 15,000 army was well equipped, comparable to the new army, but they were killed by 20,000 peasants with only spears. What's even more sad is that the losses were far less than that of them. Just as Yang Xin said, the Red Turban Army died in the charge, and there were less than 500 deaths in the melee. The government army and the regiments died in the battle afterwards, and because they were running away, they collapsed, nearly 2,000 deaths in the pursuit of the Red Turban Army in battalions.

A crushing defeat.

Absolutely miserable defeat.

And all the cannons and francs were discarded, and even the turtledove guns were lost.

"It's embarrassing!"

On the school grounds in Jiangyin City, Governor Yang sat on the chair and said.

There was the panda banner behind him, and in front of him were Chen Tingyang and others, as well as some generals of the Red Turban Army, and the Red Turban Army and militia leaders in the city.

The losses in Jiangyin City are not small.

Although the shells of the Red Barbarian cannons were shot high, all of them fell into the city. These shells caused serious damage to the houses. Fortunately, in this battle, all men, women, young and old in Jiangyin City were on the battlefield. Even women and children were under the city wall, transporting stones to the defenders on the city walls, and those who stayed at home were octogenarians and babies, so there were not many casualties and injuries. In addition, before the shelling, the official army and regiment training outside the city carried out two strong attacks, and both sides suffered certain losses. In short, this battle in Jiangyin, which lasted for a total of three days, caused more than 6,000 deaths on both sides.

The injury is almost the same.

This is the most tragic battle so far.

But it also completely destroyed the fighting spirit of the gentry around them. After all, two-thirds of the loss was them.

"So do you still want to fight?

If you still want to continue, the governor will not stop him, but if the Red Turban Army wins and crosses the river to your house, I will not care about it either. Also, Xu Tongsheng, if they go to your house to fight the rich and divide the land, I will not care about it. In short, as long as you still want to fight, I will not stop him.

If you don't want to fight again, you'll end there.

Then take Huashan, Dingshan and Xiangshan as the boundary, the Red Turban Army will not cross this boundary, and you should not enter this range. As for the unlimited civil exchanges, the Xicheng Canal is still the boundary. However, in order to make you feel at ease, I will station troops in Jiangyin. The Red Turban Army will not station in Jiangyin. There are only militias at most in this area. As for the business in Jiangyin City, it is still the same. Your shop will be returned to you, including Wujin City, and your shop will be returned to you.

I'm going to decide this."

Yang Xin said.

His purpose was to build Jiangyin into a Jiangfang Fortress.

The particularity of the Yangtze River determines that in the era of the boreforward gun, the fortress could only be set up in Jiangyin. By the way, the city of Zhangjiagang was the Yangtze River at this time, and the north bank was in Shizhuang. The beach nearly 30 kilometers wide was only Jiangyin.

Therefore, the construction of Jiangyin Fortress is a must.

As for the shops here and Wujin, this one has to be given to those gentry. After all, it depends on the sea-going artery of the Xicheng Canal. Wujin is also important because goods are transported out in Suzhou and must also walk down from Wujin City. These two throats are inseparable from the gentry in the east, and these gentry are also inseparable from these two passages.

In this way, the shop can be returned to them, but the taxes belong to the emperor.

What Yang Xin played was actually the revision of the European Free City. The motive of Apocalypse supported him was the same as the European monarchs supported the Free Commune. The latter was to seize control of wealth from those local lords, and the Apocalypse was to seize control of wealth from local gentry. Although the Ming Dynasty did not have the feudal system like Europe, the control of local gentry over the local area was basically almost the same as that of feudalism. The big landlords with tens of thousands of slaves appeared. His power in the local area was no less than that of European lords.

The emergence of the Free City broke the lords' iron barrel territories for the kings of Europe, and the Yang Xin version of the Ming Free City of the Ming Dynasty also broke the gentry's iron barrel territories for the Apocalypse.

So the emperor supported him.

It is also the reason why these gentry resisted to the death.

But now...

Chen Tingyang, Xu Xiake and Zhu Changyuan looked at each other.

They were very angry, they felt crazy, the Ming Dynasty was hopeless, these foolish lords and ministers were already crazy, they really wanted to break the guy's head in front of them, and they wanted to lead a large army north to clear the treacherous and return to the beautiful era of the lords and wise men. At that time, the air was sweet, the pictures of men farming and women weaving were beautiful, their days of playing chess, calligraphy and painting were elegant, everything was so orderly, the ruler, ministers, and ministers were always in order, just like the rising sun and the moon set.

But now...

A bottomless black hole appeared on their beautiful scroll.

They couldn't see what was inside, like a drop of ink spreading, so dazzling on their scroll and exuded a demonic aura like a nightmare.

They hate this black hole.

Just like in history they hated alien invaders to destroy their clothes.

They are willing to fight to the end to erase this black hole, but the problem is...

Can't beat it!

"Governor Yang, Chen is disdainful to answer!"

Chen Tingyang stood up, held the hilt of the sword he had been preparing to wipe his neck, and then left proudly.

Zhu Changyuan smiled bitterly.

"Governor, the student will lead troops back to Taixing, but if someone tries to eliminate thieves for the country, Zhu will come back. As for the right and wrong of the governor's move, there will be public opinions in the world. The student position is low, so I don't want to say more."

Then he clasped his fists at Yang Xin and left.

"What about Xu Tongsheng?"

Yang Xin asked the remaining Xu Xiake.

"Governor, the students go to Nanzha to build a fortress. The governor's basin is good. Students are planning to build a building in Nanzha. The governor is best to restrain the Red Turban Army. If there are thieves who dare to peek at the hometown, the students will fight bloody battles with their hometown heroes. In addition, the student gave the governor a sentence, and the students travel all over the world and have read many people. However, those who are as shameless as the governor are the only ones who have seen in their lives."

Xu Xiake said.

After saying that, he stood up and left.

"It's all very arrogant!"

Governor Yang said with a sigh.
Chapter completed!