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"Master Chief Soldier!"

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"The enemy has reached Tunshan Ridge!"

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Lu Li, who waved the messenger to leave, turned his attention to the map of mountains and rivers.

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There is the first natural barrier in Nanyuan. There are at least 100,000 mountains and ridges lying on top of each other. Among them are many thousand-year-old demons and ancient aliens who have no intelligence but are extremely fierce.

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This is not his random thoughts, but the conclusion drawn from the field investigation.

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Moreover, on the way south of Seoul, Lu Li saw a lot of miraculous things and monsters in the wilderness.

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If it weren't for the fact that he was in the army, and the three thousand troops under his command were quite powerful, I am afraid that the three thousand Liaodong iron cavalry would not even be able to reach half of them.

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Among them, what left the deepest impression on Lu Li was that after leaving Seoul, he marched forward for about 3,000 miles. When crossing the Han River, he encountered a powerful snake monster.

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It didn't follow the way of transforming into a dragon, and its body was trained to be a thousand feet long, and its Taoism was comparable to that of Purdue Cihang, not much less.

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Although Lu Li killed him with ten tricks and used it as ration for the army, he was still a little stunned. He was just crossing the river, and he came across such a murderous thing.

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Under such circumstances, how many monsters are hidden in the deep mountains, old forests and deep seas? I am afraid that the Great Demon is not uncommon for thousands of years.

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There may be demons who choose to join the Japanese pirates, but there are definitely some who, for various reasons, will choose to take action. No matter how many invaders they kill, they can at least slow down their marching speed.

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"As short as three days, as long as five days, this army of 50,000 people will leave Tunshanling."

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Following the whisper, Lu Li shifted his gaze a little bit. Behind Tunshan Ridge was the second natural barrier in Nanyuan, called Suxing Ridge.

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The mountains here are quite steep, but they are not as complex as the former, nor are they vast.

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Based on the marching speed of the Liaodong iron cavalry, we can only buy another day for Nanyuan here.

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And then, is the last line of defense:

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By the Tategawa River.

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Once the Japanese army appears here, it means that war is imminent.

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So, Lu Li was pacing beside the map alone. He was familiar with the trend of history and knew that defending the city was a last resort.

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If the general trend is irreversible, what's the point of guarding Nanyuan by yourself?

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You have to find a way to change it.

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While thinking about it, three people entered the tent.

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"My lord, the scouts are here to report that the enemy army has reached Tunshan Ridge this morning."

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"According to the family emblem depicted by the refugees, the pioneer of the Japanese Left Army should be Yoshihiro Shimazu, with a military strength of about 10,000."

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"According to your previous deployment, the scouts are still trying to contact the North Korean military envoy Li Funan, but he has never heard from him, and the defense general Jin Jinglao has already brought reinforcements. Counting the soldiers originally stationed in Nanyuan, there are a total of 3,000 soldiers. Korean Army."

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The three thousand chiefs reported one after another.

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Hearing that the Korean army was coming to help, Lu Li's heavy heart couldn't help but feel better.

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However, is it feasible for three thousand Liaodong iron cavalry and three thousand Korean infantry to defend the city?

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What's more, using cavalry to defend the city is completely overkill.

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"Well, this officer knows."

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At the moment of the war, the main general must not be in chaos.

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Therefore, Lu Li nodded lightly, and there was no fear on his face.

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In fact, he was never afraid at all, it was nothing more than death, but he was under pressure because he wanted to reverse the trend.

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"Come on, follow me to tour the city."

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"Yes."

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Lu Li's calm attitude made the three thousand bosses behind him feel a little at ease.

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the other side.

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A Buddhist temple near Nanyuan.

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A handsome monk is giving a speech on the high platform:

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"Monks and soldiers, hold high your banner and stand up. Among you, is there anyone who was not born on this land? Who among you is not in the same blood as your ancestors? It is the true meaning of the Buddha that Wei Guo sacrifices himself and suffers for the sake of saving sentient beings..."

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Zhao Feng, who chose the North Korean camp, became a monk, which was very much in line with his status as a Buddhist practitioner.

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At this moment, he has successfully taken the identity of a North Korean monk, with a lotus on his tongue, and preached to the monks and soldiers of the temple guards.

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On the side, the fat-headed host and the temple supervisor glared at him, wishing they could refute him on the spot.

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However, the fact that they wanted to join the Japanese pirates was dishonorable, and they felt embarrassed, ashamed of the Buddha and Bodhisattva, let alone reprimanded Zhao Feng, how could they be qualified.

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However, before the two could attack, Zhao Feng took the lead in pointing the finger at him:

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"Monks and soldiers, betraying the right path, like these two people, trying to take refuge in the invaders, is this in line with the teachings of my Buddha? Evil Japanese pirates, those beasts, will never pity you!"

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"Wake up, the country is dead, how will you live?"

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Speaking of which, Zhao Feng used his mana to show the appearance of a vajra. His voice was not compassionate, but full of anger and killing intent.

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"My Buddha's Mercy Armor protects my body, and I have the sword of subduing demons and subduing demons in hand, urging the lightning of the eight gods to move forward bravely!"

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The Divine Sword manifested.

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Thunder and lightning roared.

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"Only in this way can you fulfill your responsibilities, and only in this way can you survive."

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Looking at the moving monk soldiers under the stage, Zhao Feng decided to add the last fire. After a short pause, he continued:

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"Monk soldiers, whether our people live or die, our country lives or dies, we are all fighting here!"

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"Everyone who has the sacred blood of Tangun flowing in his veins, isn't it your duty to sacrifice your life for the country and the people? It's still a matter of life for you to stand up to resist, let alone those who bleed red blood."

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Long before entering the scene, Zhao Feng went out of his way to understand Korean mythology and the origins of this nation, and at this moment, carrying out Tangun can reap miraculous results.

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As his voice completely disappeared, the angry-eyed Vajra dharma behind him disappeared, and the five hundred monks and soldiers looked frantic, eager to rush to the front line immediately and fight the Japanese thieves desperately.

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"Those who are willing to follow the poor monk, please follow me out of the temple, don't force it, the rest can pray in the temple, as long as they don't take refuge in demon-like Japanese thieves."

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After speaking, all the monks and soldiers turned around and walked out of the temple with their weapons in hand.

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The abbot and the temple supervisor did not stop him at first, until all the monks and soldiers left, and the young monks who were not the guards in the courtyard followed them without hesitation. Then they recovered and rushed up to stop them.

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If all the young and strong are gone, who will protect the temple?

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When the Japanese army arrived here and heard that the monks and soldiers were helping the officers and soldiers, would they kill their two old bones to vent their anger?

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However, before he could get close, he was stopped by Zhao Feng.

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I saw that his precious appearance was solemn, with a compassionate smile on his face, he turned sideways and said to the monk who wanted to leave:

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"Everyone, go out first, and I will resolve the obsession for the host and the temple supervisor."

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Hearing this, the remaining young monks left one after another and went to wait outside the monastery.

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The door is closed.

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The mana blocked the surrounding space to ensure that no sound would leak out.

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"You... what are you going to do..."

"what!

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As soon as the two faint Buddha lights appeared, they disappeared completely, and the screams of pain resounded through the temple.

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"You two old Xiba, who usually look like old men, now finally show their fox's tail."

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While cursing, Zhao Feng attacked hard:

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"Good people don't do it, but they have to be **** traitors, cheap bones! You are also worthy of eating fast and reciting Buddha?"

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He speaks Chinese.

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But the host understood it, and so did the temple supervisor.

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In any case, their temple also has thousands of monks and five hundred monks and soldiers, so they can be regarded as prominent figures in Jeolla Road.

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And the people of statehood in North Korea are proud of learning Chinese characters and speaking Chinese.

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"We're not Han Chinese, we can't be called traitors, we can't be called traitors... ah ah... don't fight... hero, spare your life..."

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Zhao Feng turned a deaf ear to this, until after a long time, he finally let out the bad breath in his heart, looked at the half-dead old guy on the ground, and proclaimed the Buddha's name:

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"Amitabha."

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"The two are too obsessed and their cultivation is not deep enough, so the poor monk will help."

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After speaking, the monks who were guarding outside the temple gate saw that the whole temple seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light, but unfortunately it did not spread outward.

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They talked a lot about this phenomenon, but they didn't think about the bad. After all, the grand and brilliant Buddha's light was an auspicious omen.

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In fact, they should be glad that they did not come into contact with the dazzling Buddha light, because the two old monks who are staying in the courtyard at the moment have really been purified and sublimated from the inside out.

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In his mind, he only knew Amitabha Buddha, and he continued to pay homage to Zhao Feng.

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Obviously, the two old guys who were greedy for life and fear of death were forcibly converted and lost their own thoughts.

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"You stay in the monastery, the left-road army of the Japanese pirates will definitely not let it go. Jieshi, bring a few more Japanese animals on the road."

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"Good, good!"

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The host and supervisor lowered their eyebrows.

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Seeing this, Zhao Feng removed the mana blockade, and the tightly sealed temple door burst open.

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The monk soldiers and the young monks saw that the two masters who originally wanted to take refuge with the Japanese thieves exuded a peaceful Buddha light all over their bodies.

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"The national disaster is at the forefront, everyone encourages you."

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"Our bodies are so old that we can only live in temples and pray for the country's blessings. If the Japanese invaders come, we would rather die to protect the clean place of Buddhism."

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Seeing what the host and the temple supervisor said, the monks were greatly encouraged.

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Soon, they were led by Zhao Feng to fight the Japanese thieves.

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Someone asked what the specific goal was.

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Zhao Feng said bluntly: Nanyuan.

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When he first came to this temple, after confirming his position, the policy he made was actually to use the mountains, forests and monsters to lead the monk soldiers to fight the Japanese pirates in guerrilla warfare, and at the same time pay attention to the movements of the Ming army guards in Nanyuan.

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After all, the death of General Yang Yuan was indeed wrong, and Zhao Feng felt uneasy for him.

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The King of Joseon thought:

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General Yang's army fought a **** battle in an isolated city, and if the soldiers were unable to help, then the defeat of the Nanyuan was inevitable; Chen guerrilla attacked Yuzhong, supported the whole city, and did not help.

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If the idiot still wants to protect the leader, then the general soldier will be executed first, and no one will spare it!

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As long as his eyes are not blind, and his brain is not smeared, he will know that Yang Yuan is not guilty of death, but Chen Yuzhong is guilty of heinous crimes and shameless!

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However, Gon Gon, who was wise and skilled in the hall of the Ming Dynasty, was full of knowledge, but he was like a selective blindness, and he would not retreat. Moreover, it is still with the big traitor.

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Why so much?

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It's just that there is no one in the DPRK.

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During the first Imchen Japanese Rebellion, Zu Chengxun, who also had a background in the Liaodong army, suffered a disastrous defeat in Pyongyang.

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On the contrary, it was Chief Yang, a general who was much higher than Zu Chengxun in the Liaodong Army, who was subjected to such a harsh and extremely humiliating punishment.

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You must know that Yang Yuan once led 10,000 people to attack Xiaoximen in the battle of Pyongyang and facilitated the victory of the war.

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Later, in the Battle of Biti Pavilion, he led thousands of people to rescue Li Rusong, who was besieged by the Japanese army. Make it possible to retreat.

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It can be said that within the Liaodong army, except for the Li family brothers, he has the highest status. The Ming Dynasty, which is surging with dark tides, should cherish such "unborn famous generals". In the end, they were killed.

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Because the situation Yang Yuan faced was completely different from that of Zu Chengxun.

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When Zu Chengxun was defeated, Li Rusong was planning to lead the Liaodong army under his command to enter the court, and the court must give face.

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When General Yang was defeated, Li Rusong had already left Korea for a long time, and the imperial court had no need to worry.

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In addition, the general Ma Gui was not from the Liaodong army, and he had been running the Xuanda area before, so he didn't even give him the kindness to help him tell the truth, let alone be charitable.

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At that time, everyone was eager to find a scapegoat to help share the responsibilities. With Yang Yuan appearing in sight, the person to blame was immediately found, and they could also take the opportunity to weaken the strength of the Liaodong Army, the best of both worlds!

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Anyone who understands this history will feel injustice for this Nanyuan defender, and respect him as a man. He didn't die at the hands of the devils, but he was killed by his own people. How sad.

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If you save this tragic general, what kind of evaluation will you get afterwards?

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With this kind of thought in mind, Zhao Feng kept inquiring about the guards of the Ming Army in Nanyuan, but as a result, there was no such person at all, Yang Yuan, and was replaced by a man surnamed Lu.

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After inquiring again, the guard is called Lu Li!

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In an instant, Zhao Feng was agitated, he gave up all the pre-planned plans, UU reading www.uukanshu. com is a goal:

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Pull up a team, with the elder as the core, and move closer to Nanyuan City.

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at the same time.

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I still don't know that Lu Li, who is about to have a younger brother coming to seek refuge, has just returned from a tour of the city and returned to the Chinese army camp.

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The Liaodong iron knight is not weak, even if he vaguely knows his own situation, he can still use it.

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The 3,000 North Korean infantry looked terrified. If the Japanese pirates from the left approach the city, they would be able to hold on for a day or two, but they would definitely collapse after a long time.

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"Sir, the inspection of the three cannons has been completed, all of them are normal, and they have been placed in the south of the city according to your instructions." Chief soldier Ling Fei reported.

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Since the Ming Dynasty, firearms have officially entered the battlefield and played an important role.

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In this world where mountains, rivers and rivers are extremely majestic, and where there are monsters and ghosts, a cannon can blast a deep pit with a radius of more than ten kilometers and a depth of 100 meters. Lu Li felt that it was very reasonable.

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At this moment, he only hated that the entire Nanyuan City had too few cannons, only three.

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Otherwise, let the artillery fire directly to his mother... Let the artillery fire to wash the ground and blow all the Japanese pirates to the sky.

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"Um."

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"Before tonight, you will send out three hundred elites from the vanguard camp, which will be of great use to me."

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Looking at the map marked with red lines, Lu Li's expression was inexplicable.

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