Chapter 59: The Battle of Sunset (Three)

  Yang Shuangfeng picked up Shan Yaxuan and put her on his shoulder, pulling the panicked Michir back to the carriage. Shan Yaxuan's face was pale, and when she saw Yang Shuangfeng, it was as if she had seen a savior, tightly hugging him and crying out loud: "What's going on? What's going on?" But this brought Tang Bingna's disapproving and disdainful cold laughter. Shan Yaxuan heard Tang Bingna's voice and immediately wiped away her tears, struggling free from Yang Shuangfeng's arms, also returning a cold laugh to her.

  Yang Shuangfen couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for these two women, who were still bickering at a time like this. He hastily comforted them and instructed Montieu to take care of Michiru, ensuring his safety above all else. Montieu and Duguer exchanged a bewildered glance, unsure why Yang Shuangfen was being so solemn and serious, unaware that in his eyes, Michiru, who knew the intricacies of fire magic, was far more precious than Sanya's treasure.

  A group of people hastily checked their equipment. Yu Huan-yu was preparing to transport basic military supplies and medicine to the Menis region, which was undoubtedly a godsend for Yang Su-feng at this time. He ordered She Yan to check the military supplies, totaling over 300 eagle-angle longbows and more than 50,000 arrows, as well as several hundred precision steel-made long swords, most suitable for palace swordsmen. Even Yang Su-feng himself couldn't think of why such a good thing would happen. However, what was even more surprising was not this, but the three field cannons that Monty and others were anxiously installing. Although they were only 4-inch caliber light cannons, they had already made Yang Su-feng overjoyed.

  "What? You want to transport field artillery to the Minas region? Sell it to whom?" Yang Shuangfeng asked in surprise.

  "This is what the catcher wants." Yu Huan said listlessly.

  Yang Shuangfen couldn't help but be surprised, another catcher?

  As more and more slaves burst out of their cages and surged into the streets of Baojing Prefecture, the cries of agony and shouts for slaughter grew thicker, and the formation set up by the Imperial Guards was unable to withstand the enemy's attack like a tidal wave. Shi Yan said urgently: "Let's hurry to the prefectural government office, it's not suitable to stay here for long."

  Yang Shuangfeng nodded and ordered the troops to advance towards the Zhi Fu government office. When they arrived, they found that it was already empty, with no officials or guards in sight. She Yan and his men immediately occupied advantageous positions, arranged for sentries and defense, and all the palace warriors stood on the stone wall, holding eagle-shaped longbows, facing forward. Yu Huan's subordinates monitored the sides and rear. Monty and Dugor continued to install field artillery on the open ground, with a pile of miscellaneous parts and dozens of shells beside them. They had no right hands, so their movements were naturally much slower, but they gritted their teeth and performed each action calmly. Mitchel was also very eager to help beside them.

  Tang Bingya's injuries were quite severe, and although Yu Huaiwen had given her medicine, she still couldn't move. Shan Yaoyue's injuries weren't light either, and it was very difficult for her to move around, but she didn't want anyone else to take care of her, so she quietly sat by herself on the side, tending to her wounds. Yang Jirui was silently inspecting those six Turetsky rifles, which had become Yang Songfeng's good luck charm. For a moment, the air seemed to be filled with the heavy smell of gunpowder, and the cries and screams from the street outside the stone wall were deafening, making it feel like doomsday, making people's hearts tighten with anxiety.

  Yang Shuangfeng was actually quite nervous inside, although he had gotten used to tension and death, but having never received formal military education, he was facing a large-scale fierce battle for the first time, his heart was really apprehensive. In this kind of battle, individual strength is actually insignificant, what one truly needs to do is command the troops while thinking of strategies. Moreover, in this kind of fight, one isn't responsible just for their own life, but for the lives of many people behind them. All of these were things he had never experienced before.

  "Don't be afraid, fighting is actually just this matter, it's just the commanders of both sides competing in wisdom and bravery, as long as you try your best to make fewer mistakes, that's all." Yang Jirui said calmly, seemingly having seen through Yang Songfen's inner tension.

  Mondieu also noticed Yang Shuangfeng's tension, put down his hand, pretended to be relaxed and patted Yang Shuangfeng's shoulder, smiled stupidly and said: "Fengling, don't worry, the slaves will definitely not have field guns in their hands. We will do our best to suppress them on the streets ahead."

  Yang Shuangfeng slightly calmed down and nodded with relief.

  The geographical location of the Bao Ying Fu government office is quite superior, and Mu Shunying doesn't know for what purpose, expanded the government office to be quite solid and easy to defend. From a geographical perspective, except for the straight street in front, the other three sides are all open spaces, and the stone walls are also very solid, the whole thing is like a miniature city wall, with a height of five meters, absolutely not easily climbable.

  The first wave of slave attacks came quickly, they didn't even realize that the situation inside the prefecture yamen had changed, and with the excitement of escaping from their cages, they rushed towards this place, shouting to occupy the core area of Baoying Prefecture. However, what greeted them was a shower of arrows, in an instant, the empty streets in front of the prefecture yamen were filled with corpses and wounded, blood flowing through the low-lying areas, reflecting dazzling light under the sunlight.

  Yang Shuangfeng and Yang Jirui stood quietly on the bell tower, overlooking the surrounding terrain of the Zhifu government office. Yang Jirui crouched in a corner, carefully loading bullets into his rifle, while Yang Shuangfeng stretched out the barrel of his gun from a recessed opening, targeting the most threatening enemies. Every time a dull gunshot rang out, an enemy's head would explode. The feeling reminded him of when he used to shoot field mice with his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in the mountains and valleys, where no matter how pitiful the field mice were, they would always fall with one shot, without any hesitation or mercy. In Yang Shuangfeng's eyes, these slaves deserved freedom and survival, and as a person with modern social consciousness, he had a responsibility to fight for their survival and freedom. However, in this situation, he had to calmly take their lives away. Otherwise, his own life would be taken away.

  After the scattered groups of slaves were defeated, they seemed to have realized that the county government office was unusual. They began to crawl on the other side of the street, gathering their strength while waiting for the arrival of their leader. However, Yang Shuangfeng was not very worried because Monty's excited gestures had already told him that the three field guns were fully installed and ready for use. They pushed the field guns to the gate of the county government office, with the muzzles pointing at the straight street in front.

  Yang Shuangfeng came down from the bell tower, stroking these large cannons that he could only see in museums. In his opinion, this was a very unsatisfactory muzzle-loading cannon, although it used explosive shells, but the black gunpowder filled inside had a small explosive force, even if it fell among dense crowds, probably only three or four people would be blown down. And what's most annoying is that the firing speed is slow, after one shell is fired, you have to immediately clean up the remaining black gunpowder in the barrel, then reload the propellant and fire again. Even for a most skilled gunner, it takes two or three minutes to complete this series of actions. And two or three minutes are enough to decide the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people.

  "Fire two shots to try." Yang Shuangfeng had a surge of impulse in his mind, this impulse had been there for a long time, that is, to return to Menis as soon as possible, organize his own army, produce his own weapons: *zha medicine; Type 56 semi-automatic rifle; mortar... Of course, if possible, field artillery is also on the production list. Once these things appear, he will no longer have to look at others' faces when doing things. A man should be a man, stand up straight and do what he wants.

  Monty refused to open fire, for a very simple reason: out of range.

  Yang Shuang said disappointedly: "This distance of less than 300-400 meters is also out of range, what's the point of coming here?"

  Mondieu said: "This cannon is actually a naval sliding rail gun, which is specifically used to shoot and kill enemies who climb onto their own ships. It only has good effect when fired at extremely close range. It's not suitable for field battles."

  Yang Shuangfen helplessly shrugged and said in deep disappointment: "I thought they were all field artillery! It turns out they're for the navy! In that case, we can only use them when the enemy is at our doorstep?"

  Monty nodded and said, "Maple Leaf, don't worry, these three cannons may not be very powerful, but firing them in rotation will still have a great impact on the enemy. The mangled corpses are an extremely effective psychological weapon for those who have never experienced the intense stimulation of the battlefield."

  Yang Shuang nodded in agreement, deeply approving of this sentence.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, after a moment, about 300-400 slaves who had gathered began their attack. They didn't know where they got so many military weapons from, including cedar bows and other long-range weapons. They rushed forward along the streets, shouting loudly, like a burst of floodwaters.

  Monty quietly waited for the enemy to enter the firing range before calmly ordering the opening of fire.

  The shell exploded in the crowd, producing a deafening sound. After the smoke cleared, there were indeed more mutilated corpses on the street, with limbs torn apart and blood splattered everywhere. The other slaves seemed to have been frightened out of their wits, involuntarily stopping in their tracks and staring at the bloody scene on the ground in horror. Then a second shell came flying in, followed by another round of anguished cries, as more slaves fell to the ground, with shattered limbs and blood splattering onto many people's faces. The remaining people cried out in alarm and hastily scrambled for cover. As a result, the third shell missed its mark, only further mutilating the corpses on the ground.

  "Great!" Yang Suofeng exclaimed excitedly. This railgun using black fire medicine also has such a shocking force, when the time comes for his own research and development of the field artillery using *zha medicine, won't its power be even greater? With just one shot, at least a large group of enemies around will all fall down. Thinking of this, he became even more fervent.

  Suddenly, he heard Yu Huan's weak voice calling out to him, and he rushed over. Yu Huan panted and said: "Yang Su Feng, I suddenly remembered that I had something important to tell you but forgot. I saw Su Yunruo and the others, hurry up and save her, or it will be too late."

  Yang Shuangfen was shocked and stuttered: "What? Su Yunruo? Where are they now?"

  Yu Huan-yu saw his pale face due to excitement and tension, and said with deep guilt: "I also inadvertently caught a glimpse of them just now, and then I saw them hiding, I thought..."

  Yang Shuangfeng suddenly lost control of his emotions and blurted out in anger: "What are you thinking? Where are they?"

  Yu Huan-yu said solemnly: "It's just in the fourth street ahead, at the Shan Heng Tang clinic. The doctor is a woman, I know her, named Zi Yue, she's the most famous female doctor in Bao Ying Fu. Su Ling and the others are there, it seems they're receiving treatment... I don't know what illness they have..."