Joy of Life: I am a Han Dynasty succubus, and I rebel from the beginning

Chapter 381: Thousands of cannons fired, Fan Xian and the temple messenger died

Fatty Lu brought a chair to Liu Hong.

Liu Hong sat down casually and let the medical officer apply medicine to the wound on his fist.

"I'm coming……"

Fan Dabing saw four figures crossing the river between Songjiang County Daying and Chongming Island, and clenched his fists excitedly.

Liu Hong closed his eyes and relaxed his body. Finally, everything was over.

Chongming Island, Songjiang County This is the burial place that Liu Hong carefully prepared for the temple and Fan Xian.

The previous Songjiang camp and the Chongming Island navy were able to conceal their firearms by hiding behind many remaining tents.

As long as Fan Xian and others cross this river, they should be prepared to die.

Originally Liu Hong was a little worried. Fan Xian had broken through to the level of a grandmaster and his intuition was very strong. If he found something wrong, he could run back at any time.

The Grandmaster is strong in this aspect, especially when the four Grandmasters join forces, the world is so big that there is no place they cannot go.
But temple robots are all about algorithms.

Fan Xian lost the big picture for the small one, transformed his body into a semi-mechanized one, and lost the intuition of a grandmaster.

Fan Xian and the other three were suspended in mid-air, like gods, staring at Liu Hong, who had a pale face and was obviously seriously injured.

"What's wrong? Why didn't Emperor Gao of the Han Dynasty run away? I remember that all the emperors with the surname Liu were known as Liu Paopao."

A teasing voice came from the sky.

Fan Xian had never felt so refreshed as he saw that his long-time mortal enemy was about to be killed by his own hands.

Support Liu Ying to ascend the throne and become emperor. Liu Ying was still young and the Han Dynasty was established not long ago.

His Fan family is powerful enough to steal Liu Hong's lifelong success.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help but laugh out loud. He was not like Liu Hong, who had always dreamed of unification.

Fan Xian considers himself a fairly democratic person.

The people of the world are still divided into Qing people, Qi people, and Dongyi City people, so Fan Xian is ready to restore their country.

The Han Dynasty was treated like the puppet Zhou emperor of the past, and was kept in the capital.

In this way, Fan Xian was able to calm the hearts of the people and officials.

He could then use the power of aristocratic families to govern the country and win an everlasting reputation for the Fan family. By then, even if Fan Xian lived in seclusion in Jiangnan, he would still be able to control the power of the world.

Liu Hong smiled faintly.

"Are you finished?"

Fan Xian snorted coldly, feeling somewhat dissatisfied that his fantasy was interrupted.

"You are about to die, but you still want to be stubborn! Do you really think these mortals can save you?"

This group of naval soldiers were very busy, carrying boxes of various sizes.

But Fan Xian didn't care at all, he had already become a grandmaster.

Apart from the Grand Master, who else in the world can threaten him?

Liu Hong shook his head and just hummed softly.

"You will rise by this, and you will fall by this!"

Fatty Lu pulled out the iron rod-like object from his waist, fired a shot at Fan Xian and the others, and roared.

"fire!"

On Chongming Island, countless oil-paper tents were opened, revealing a number of hideous and terrifying red-clad general cannons.

The General Cannon was burning with rage as it looked at the four god-like figures in the sky and released its anger.

In the three major workshops of the Neiku, ironware and steel plates had already been made during Ye Qingmei's time, and they finally came in handy at this moment.

When Fan Xian saw Fatty Lu pull out the musket from his waist, he was startled and wanted to escape.

Seeing the bullet fly into the air and then fall down, he couldn't help laughing.

How can precision firearms be made in this era? Even in the 21st century, the technological content of Barrett is so high that many countries cannot manufacture it.

Only to see countless red-robed general cannons revealed.

Fan Xian's scalp tingled and he quickly hid behind the three temple messengers.

They were in mid-air and could hardly aim, so they just fired directly into the air.

"Liu Hong, you are such a despicable person. You are a grandmaster, but you actually rely on artillery."

Fan Xian's exasperated voice was heard, and three temple messengers swung their iron rods, trying to knock down the flying shrapnel.

As a result, a series of explosions occurred as soon as the iron rods touched.

In just a few breaths, the bionic skin of the three temple messengers was blown to pieces, revealing the sophisticated parts inside.

"withdraw!"

The old man in sackcloth snorted. Fan Xian was quite unwilling and glanced at Liu Hong who was sitting in the camp.

Once they retreat today, Liu Hong will hide in the palace and arrange thousands of cannons. He will still be the emperor of the Han Dynasty.

But the firepower was too strong, so we had to retreat.

Fan Xian gritted his teeth and followed the pace of the three temple messengers.

Liu Hong's eyes were deep and profound, and he gently waved his injured fist.

If it were that easy, I would just let them go.

Wouldn't Liu Hong's series of actions to attack Qing Kingdom be in vain?
You must know that whether going to Dongyi City, Northern Qi, or fighting with Emperor Qing.

Liu Hong has always exposed his strength. Even when Han Xin led troops to attack the Qing Kingdom, he was reluctant to let them carry firearms.

Isn’t it just for today, to catch all the temple messengers in one fell swoop?

"From now on, the temple is only a place of faith and can no longer interfere in worldly affairs."

Liu Hong spoke softly and closed his eyes.

In the Songjiang camp, the oil-paper tents were also lifted up, and countless red cannons let out earth-shaking roars.

The old man in hemp clothes was not careful for a moment, and was hit by seven or eight head-sized shrapnel bombs at the same time. His body was instantly blown into countless parts.

Then it fell on the river.

This was the first temple messenger to die.

Fan Xian and his two remaining companions were unable to hold on alone and had to face the bombardment from the front and back.

With the strength of a grandmaster, it is not difficult to withstand one or two shells, but three or four will cause injuries, and five or six will result in serious injuries if not death.

"Boom..."

A loud noise was heard, Fan Xian vomited blood, his chest was dented, and his sword heart was completely shattered.

This time Fan Xian felt desperate!

It turns out that grand masters can also die.

Looking up at the sky, he saw countless artillery fire interweaving above Fan Xian.

If you want to go to heaven, I'm afraid you will be beaten into blood foam, without even a trace left.

Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in Fan Xian's eyes. He pulled a temple messenger over and stood in front of him to withstand the impact of a round of artillery shells.

The only remaining temple messenger was horrified and cautiously moved away from Fan Xian.

Not only do you have to avoid the impact of artillery shells, but you also have to guard against being stabbed in the back by your own people.

Seeing the little action of the temple messenger, Fan Xian spoke in exasperation.

"I'm observing the artillery. It's better for one person to die than for all of us to die together!"

"what have you found?"

The temple messenger still maintained a safe distance and seemed to have lost trust in Fan Xian.

There was a strange gleam in Fan Xian's eyes.

"These artillery pieces are aimed at high altitudes. Even the wisest man can make mistakes. Liu Hong forgot that there is a river between Chongming Island and Songjiang Camp."

"As long as we hide in the river, these artillery fire will not be able to attack us, and we can also escape from here along the Yangtze River."

At this moment, Fan Xian no longer wanted to seek revenge on Liu Hong.

Of the four great master-level fighters, only two were left, who were seriously injured.

What the hell is this going to happen to Liu Hong?

Can't even threaten.

The temple messenger hesitated for a moment and nodded. There was no other way now.

No?
Fan Xian gathered all his energy, took on two more shells, and dived deep into the river, with the only remaining temple messenger following closely behind him.

As soon as he dived into the river, Fan Xian felt resistance, as if something was blocking him.

He reached out and touched it, felt something was wrong, and quickly opened his eyes.

Liu Hong had already laid various mines and booby traps in this short section of the river.

Fan Xian finally couldn't help it and cursed for the first time in his life.

"Liu Hong, fuck you!"

"Boom..."

The sky was full of rivers exploding.

(End of this chapter)