The black-faced Qianhu knew that it was impossible for their dozens of people to capture Qingyi Village, so they stayed at the foot of the mountain, waiting for the large army.
After a while, a scout rushed over and ordered the black-faced Qianhu and others to return to the hillside. The black-faced Qianhu frowned and said: "We have withdrawn, what will happen if they go down the mountain and escape?"
The scout said: "Mr. Yuan said that the situation is not right, let the general withdraw first."
The black-faced Qianhu could only lead the people back to the hillside.
The battle here has ended, all bandits under Liu Ju have been wiped out, and the middle-aged scribe Yuan Ping is interrogating several prisoners.
The black-faced Qianhu came forward and asked: "Mr. Yuan, the leader of the bandits fled to Qingyi Village, why didn't you lead troops to surround the mountain and let me come back instead?"
Yuan Ping is Wang Mengge's staff. Although he has no official position, he is highly trusted and his power is still higher than that of thousands of households.
He sideways glanced at Qianhu with a black face and said: "Zhao Qianhu, these people are not bandits in Longtanzhai, but bandits under Liu Ju in Dingyuan. We have suppressed the wrong people!"
Zhao Qianhu's face changed drastically and he said anxiously: "No way, I saw them break out from Longtan Village with my own eyes. How could they be Liu Ju's men?"
Yuan Ping said calmly: "Ask yourself."
Zhao Qianhu picked up a prisoner and shouted at him. Then he learned that Liu Ju and Zhang Mingjian of Qingyi Village were also preparing to join forces to attack Longtan Village. By coincidence, they collided with their own side.
Zhao Qianhu knew very well that this time he sent troops to avenge Wang Mengge's son. Now that although Liu Ju's group was wiped out, he could not get any credit and might be blamed. He felt very depressed.
The army changed direction, returned to the foot of Longtan Mountain, and reported the situation to Brother Wang Meng.
As expected, Brother Wang Meng was very angry and scolded Zhao Qianhu a few times.
At this time, the sky was cloudy and it was already sunset. Brother Wang Meng could only order the army to camp at the foot of the mountain for one day, and then sent troops to capture nearby hunters to ask about the terrain of Longtan Mountain.
Knowing that there was only one way down the mountain, Brother Wang Meng felt relieved. At dawn the next day, he personally led an army of 10,000 people up the mountain, preparing to crush these bandits who did not know how to live or die with a powerful force!
The sun had just risen, but it was covered by clouds. The mountain wind was strong, and the sky was overcast, as if a heavy rain was brewing.
Brother Wang Meng didn't care and continued to lead the army up the mountain.
After climbing for a long time, the team turned a corner and came to the dangerous path at the entrance of the mountain village. This dangerous path is about two hundred feet long.
Although the one hundred and fifty feet in front is also very narrow, there are mountain walls and woods on the left and right. The fifty feet behind have no support. On one side is a valley and on the other is an abyss. The wooden fence has long been cut down.
When Brother Wang Meng saw the dangerous terrain, he snorted coldly and ordered: "Give me the order to go down and form a team of 100 people to take turns crossing this dangerous road..."
Before he could finish his words, he only heard a "bang", Wang Mengge seemed to catch a glimpse of a black shadow from the corner of his eyes, and there was a "click" sound from beside Xuan Er, which seemed to be the sound of bones being smashed.
"Ah——"
The screams followed closely, one after another, heartbreaking and terrifying!
Everything happens in an instant.
Brother Wang Meng hurriedly turned his head and saw a man lying on the ground whining and rolling. His entire right arm was missing, the wound was concave inward, dripping with blood, and the bones were turned out.
In a straight line behind the hundred households, the sergeant rolled to the ground. The autumn wind swept away, and blood rushed to his nose.
The guards around Wang Mengge reacted very quickly. Although they didn't understand what was happening, there were still dozens of people holding large iron shields in front of him.
A thousand households shouted: "General, it's a firecracker! They also have firecrackers!"
"Fart, can a fire cannon shoot so far?" Another Qianhu yelled angrily.
At this moment, there was another "bang", and everyone saw another black shadow passing by, and then heard a loud bang from the mountain wall on the right, and a broken stone bullet bounced off the mountain wall and hit a sergeant.
Chest.
With huge force, the sergeant hit the shoulder of another sergeant.
The two rolled around on the ground, and finally stopped when they bumped into the feet of the third sergeant.
The facts are before our eyes, this is a stone bullet, and the enemy is really using a firecracker!
Brother Wang Meng hid behind the corner under the protection of his personal guards, and the other soldiers also retreated. No one dared to stand in the range of the opponent's fire cannon and be a target!
"What the hell is going on? Why do a group of bandits have fire guns!" Wang Mengge said with a livid face.
No one could answer this question. Yuan Ping said solemnly: "General, the problem now is that they not only have fire blunderbuss, but also the range..." Taking a deep breath, he continued: "The range seems to be more than two hundred feet, almost as much as our fire blunderbuss."
More than double..."
Brother Wang Meng's face turned from green to white, and he ordered a scout to investigate the opponent's gun situation.
The scout fearfully ran out from behind the mountain wall where he was hiding. He bent down and walked towards the mountain stronghold in a serpentine route.
Fortunately, the other side didn't fire again.
Two hundred feet, one hundred and fifty feet, one hundred feet!
The scout finally saw the situation on the other side clearly and saw two fire guns placed on the wall of the village. Judging from the appearance, they seemed to be the same as his own.
He hurriedly returned to the back of the mountain wall and reported: "General, the bandits only have two fire guns, and they look like the 'Iron Wolf' fire guns!"
Yuan Ping said solemnly: "It's absolutely impossible. The 'Iron Wolf' can only shoot 70 feet, and the latest model of 'Iron Eagle' can only shoot 80 feet. They just shot more than 200 feet, and they are still so powerful."
!How could it be an iron wolf?"
The scout said anxiously: "But it looks like... it's really an iron wolf!"
Brother Wang Meng waved his hand and shouted: "Okay, no matter how they do it, there is no need to panic if there are only two doors. Zhao Qianhu, let your hundred-man team attack in batches. If they shoot a musket, they will immediately go up with another one."
Centurion, I don’t believe they can shoot it!”
Zhao Qianhu cursed in his heart: "Straight bitches, let us Han people do the work every time you are destined to die." Menmen agreed and ordered a hundred households to rush out with a hundred-man team.
"Look, they're rushing out. They seem to be a hundred-man team. Military strategist, can you fire a gun?" Qin Lingsi asked Zhang Yangquan beside him on the wall of Longtan Village.
"Don't worry, wait until they get closer. The distance just now was too far, causing the gun to miss!" Zhang Yangquan held the wooden railing tightly.
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This is his first time commanding a battle. Qin Lingjun has given him the power of command out of trust. He must not make any mistakes.
It didn't take long for the hundred-man team to arrive within fifty feet. At this time, there were cliffs and valleys on the left and right. The Yuan soldiers were afraid of falling, so they all stood in the middle and lined up in a neat line.
"Fire!" Zhang Yangquan said loudly.
"Boom!"
A stone bullet roared out of the gun barrel and landed accurately on a Yuan soldier. It grazed the man's side, leaving a semicircular wound, and took away the arm of the person behind him.
When it hit the third person, it hit the Yuan Bing's chest and failed to penetrate. He flew back with the Yuan Bing and hit four more people in succession before stopping.
The other two people rolled into the cliff to escape.
When the bullet came down, all the people hit by the stone bullets had their limbs and arms broken, their internal organs were shattered, the wounds were unbearable to look at, some people's intestines were exposed, and the screams made people feel chilled all over.
This Yuan soldiers are quite elite. They usually fight bravely and are not afraid of death. However, when they saw this scene, their progress suddenly slowed down.
Just hearing the loud beating of drums, the second hundred-man team rushed out from behind the stone wall.
The centurions in front were inspired and once again strengthened their will and rushed towards the mountain stronghold. Zhang Yangquan shouted: "Fire again!"
The second firegun also fired stone bullets.
This time, another seven or eight people were killed and injured. However, more than a dozen Yuan soldiers fell off the cliff to avoid the stone bullets, and slight "bumping" sounds continued to be heard in the mountains.
After the ejection, the courage that the hundred-man team had just gathered disappeared immediately, and they all stopped and did not dare to step forward.
The drum beat started again, and another hundred-man team came out to fight, but this time it had no effect. The first hundred-man team had lost their courage and did not dare to step forward.
"Archery!" Zhang Yangquan shouted.
Qin Lingjun had been waiting for a long time. An arrow pierced the sky and whizzed away, killing hundreds of households mixed in the crowd.
Li Er, Wang Da and other village soldiers who were good at shooting also shot arrows. In the blink of an eye, more than ten Yuan soldiers fell to the ground.