Ming Dynasty: I, Yan Maoqing, am truly radiating auspicious energy!

Chapter 255 Those who insult me ​​shall die a gruesome death! [Seeking monthly votes]

at the same time.

"Ughhhhh!!!"

A louder, more piercing scream rang out, instantly drowning out Yan Shifan's voice.

Yan Shifan was startled and then jumped in fright. He quickly looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the person screaming was actually Anda!

Anda, who was closer to the impact point of the shell, had already been knocked to the ground by the huge impact. At this moment, he was covered in blood and dirt mixed with dust, and a piece of foul-smelling intestine was hanging on his shoulder.

He looked utterly disheveled, a far cry from the Tatar Khan who had been eloquently speaking just a moment ago.

Is this... being terrified and overwhelmed by this sudden shelling?

Yan Shifan was extremely puzzled.

After a brief encounter with Anda, he felt that this man could at least be called an arrogant and domineering figure.

In recent years, Anda has frequently led his army to attack rebellious tribes, and some of these battles have even reached the capital of the Ming Dynasty, where the people of the capital have been discussing them.

Such a person has witnessed countless bloody scenes and faced countless life-or-death situations; they shouldn't only possess this much courage...

With this question in mind, I looked at it more closely.

Yan Shifan finally noticed that Anda was covering his right eye with one hand, and fresh blood was flowing out from between his fingers!

"His eyes are injured, he's gone blind?!"

Yan Shifan's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment he forgot his fear, feeling more schadenfreude than anything else.

Hahaha, great!
Anda also lost an eye, and like me, it was his right eye!
Didn't someone previously mock me for being "incomplete" and force me to stigmatize myself as a deformed and broken fruit? Where did that bastard go?

Oh... Recalling the positions where Anda and the other Anda leaders had been standing, Yan Shifan instantly realized that the intestines on Anda's shoulder might belong to that bastard, and the blood splattered on him might also be from that bastard!

What a whirlwind of fortune, who can escape the fate?
Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated!

Those who insult me ​​will die a gruesome death!

Hahahaha, this is retribution! Every cause has its effect, and your retribution is my aunt's husband!
No, my uncle must not know that I was also on the city wall, which is why he ordered the cannons to fire.

I need to escape first; I can't stay on this city wall any longer!

Given my uncle's consistent approach of "capturing the king first," since the Franco cannons have already reached the city walls of the royal camp, the bombardment will likely continue as long as there is an opportunity!

Fortunately, the breech-loading cannons of the Hero Battalion did not have as fast a reload time as the self-propelled arquebuses.

Otherwise, if my uncle-in-law were to use some kind of "three-stage firing" like the self-propelled arquebus, those of us standing on the city wall would probably not even have a chance to stand up. We would have to be buried under the city wall along with Anda and these Tatar leaders before the fire would stop.

Speaking of which, what was the reload time for the breech-loading cannon?

Yan Shifan was also unsure, as he had not participated in the training of the Hero Battalion, and this was the first time he had ever seen a Franco machine gun fire.

Never mind, let's get down from the city wall first. We can't risk our lives!

With this in mind, Yan Shifan took two steps back amidst the chaos, then turned and ran towards the already crumbling city tower.

Fortunately, although Anda ordered his men to tie him up like a dumpling, they did not tie his legs...

"Stop this Ming Dynasty envoy!"

Suddenly, a hoarse, trembling shout came from behind.

"Stop right there, or you will be killed on sight!"

More of Altan Khan's trusted guards who rushed up the city wall to rescue him ran into Yan Shifan. Upon hearing the shout, they immediately drew their swords at him.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Yan Shifan was so anxious he was almost in tears.

With a pained expression, he turned to look at Anda, only to see that Anda had somehow stood up with the help of his trusted guards, and his released hand revealed a piece of wood stuck in his right eye.

Anda only glanced at him with his remaining eye before taking a step forward, enduring the excruciating pain to face the outside of the city wall.

"The Khan is not dead! Continue the attack!!!"

Anda raised his arms and shouted, and although he looked extremely disheveled, his voice was still loud and powerful.

Only then did Yan Shifan notice that, after the shelling just now, the morale of the Tatar cavalry outside the camp had wavered, and some disturbances had occurred.

If Anda hadn't appeared in time to shout, these elite cavalrymen would most likely have acted independently, or even scattered and fled to avoid casualties. This battle could very well have turned into a one-sided victory for the Hero Camp!

"Roar!!!"

To see that Anda was still alive and could still speak with such power.

The Tatar cavalry outside also raised their arms and shouted, which almost instantly stopped the riot. The generals of each unit reorganized their orders and led their troops to carry out the previous commands.

"Commander!"

Having temporarily stabilized morale, Anda immediately shouted at the messenger below, who was also covered in dust and dirt from the shelling.
"Rush to the front lines immediately and make sure Yan Maoqing knows that his envoy is in my hands and is standing on the city wall with me."

"I will now stand in front of his envoy. If he fires at the city gates again, his envoy will surely die before I do!"

"If you do not wish for his envoy to die, then order your troops to lay down their weapons and submit to me!"

"Yes!" the messenger replied and immediately rode off to deliver the message.

"???"

Upon hearing this, Yan Shifan was completely stunned, his mind reeling.

As I recall, I had seen similar words not long ago, I think it was on the blackmail letter that Yan Maoqing handed to his father, Yan Song.

If you count it that way, this is the second time in just a few days that he has fallen into the hands of others...

The question is, is this even useful?
What does "die first, die later" mean?
Faced with a powerful artillery shell, his obese body was nothing but paper.

If Yan Maoqing's cannonball had hit him, even if Anda had shielded him with his own body, they would have died hand in hand, with little chance of knowing who would die first.
He knew, of course, that this was a threatening tactic used by Anda against Yan Maoqing, hoping to force Yan Maoqing to hesitate before taking any action.

But will this work?
He didn't know about others, but he had been following Yan Maoqing for some time and had only ever seen Yan Maoqing threaten others; he had never seen anyone who could threaten Yan Maoqing.

However, on the other hand, he is, after all, Yan Maoqing's nephew.

Yan Maoqing should be somewhat mindful of this familial bond... right?

at the same time.

Anda had already turned to look at Yan Shifan, who also had only one eye.

Unlike Xiahou Dun, he did not easily pull out the blood-soaked piece of wood from his right eye to show his bravery, even though he knew that the piece of wood, unlike an arrow, did not have barbs and would not pull out his eyeball.

However, he also knew that pulling out the wood shards at this moment might make it difficult to stop the bleeding, and right now, he couldn't lose blood, much less collapse.

Everything will have to wait until after the war...

"You must be laughing at me in your heart, thinking I would dare to use the life of a mere envoy like you to blackmail Yan Maoqing, right?"

Anda drew his treasured sword from his waist, his current state resembling that of a blood-soaked beast. The cold glint reflected from the sword sent a chill down Yan Shifan's spine, causing him to instinctively take a step back.
"I have read many military strategies passed down from the Central Plains. This strategy is called 'Winning the Mind'."

"What I am threatening Yan Maoqing with is not only your life, but also the loyalty of his subordinates. If Yan Maoqing disregards your life now, he will be able to disregard their safety in the future, which will surely chill their hearts and cause them to become disloyal in the army."

As he spoke, Anda did not approach Yan Shifan.

Instead, he gave a wink to his trusted guards and then went straight to the group of Tatar leaders who were either injured, lying on the ground, or still shaken from the recent bombardment.

"Shh!"

With a single stroke, before the unharmed Tatar leader could even understand what Anda was about to do, Anda had already slit his throat.

"Ugh... click click..."

The leader's eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief and terror, but his open mouth could only utter a gurgling sound.

"Anada, you?!"

The remaining leaders who were still able to breathe were immediately terrified, while those who could move turned around and tried to escape.

at the same time.

The trusted guards who came to protect him already understood the situation and quietly surrounded him as he approached.

At this moment, they swarmed forward, first covering their mouths, then stabbing them with knives.

In the blink of an eye, they had silently killed all the leaders and their few guards.

Blood spread across the wooden city tower, seeping and seeping through the gaps between the wood. Yan Shifan could even hear the dripping sound of blood on the ground below the city tower.

This time, their followers were not summoned to fight, and they knew nothing about the war. As long as Altan Khan was alive, he would not have any impact on the war situation.

"Pass down the order: no outsiders are allowed to climb the city walls!"

Having done all this, Anda shook the blood off his blade, turned around, and gave orders to his trusted guards.
"All these leaders unfortunately died in Yan Maoqing's artillery fire, do you understand?"

“Go and get some oil, pour it on these corpses, and when I come down from the city wall later, burn the city wall and the whole thing together.”

And they want to destroy the body and cover up the evidence?

If they were burned, no one would ever know the cause of their deaths!

Yan Shifan was dumbfounded. He never imagined that the political struggles in the Tatar royal court were so cruel and brutal. Compared to them, the political struggles in the Ming Dynasty court were practically a beacon of civilization.

But... in that case, wouldn't he become the only outsider here who knows the truth?

I'm sure that afterwards, to prevent him from talking nonsense, I'll find a reason to silence him, right?
I'm going to die, ......

……

the other side.

The messenger had arrived at the front lines, keeping his horse at a distance from the range of his musket, and shouted:

"Yan Maoqing, our Khan has ordered me to convey this message to you!"

"Your envoy is in the hands of our Khan, and is currently on the city wall, blocking our Khan's way!"

"If you dare to order the bombardment of the city walls again, you will be disregarding the lives of your subordinates!"

"Now that the Khan's army has formed an encirclement, you have no way to escape. If you do not want your envoy to die, and if you still cherish the lives of your soldiers, you should immediately order them to lay down their weapons and submit to our Khan!"

(End of this chapter)