"Scarface! Damn it, it's time for you to fuck it! Huang Laosi yelled at Scarface.

More and more soldiers of the Xishan Army rushed in, and the few Xishan Army commanders wearing iron-tied short armor had even killed the horizontal formation of the first company and were about to rush to Huang Laosi's eyes.

However, before Scarface rushed forward, the piercing suona sounded first, and the soldiers of the first company in the first row, under the leadership of Liu Chonghan, fought and retreated.

When they disengaged from the Xishan Army a little, and more Xishan Army soldiers jumped over the ditch, Scarface screamed, and with the same tall soldiers around them, he roared and began to charge.

They lined up in a neat horizontal row, holding three or four meters long spears in their hands, and rushed towards the Xishan army!

Suddenly, the soldiers of the Xishan Army at the forefront were dumbfounded, no one expected that Huang Laosi had ambushed more than a dozen spearmen here.

The hammer and axe they were holding in their hands were thinking that most of the soldiers on the opposite side were firecrackers, and they wanted to come up and fight closely, but they didn't expect to encounter a spear formation!

An inch long and an inch strong, not to mention that it is far more than an inch, and suddenly a person in the Xishan army was poked on his back and turned over, and he was stabbed and kept retreating.

As soon as they broke through the horizontal formation of the first row of soldiers, they were already a little exhausted, and the commanders of the Xishan Army who wore iron and tied a short cover were not right, and when they saw that the situation was not right, they roared angrily, and bent over with a rattan card and ran towards the next three roads of Scarface.

Rattan protection, drilling under the spearman's spear, is the only way now, and at the same time, some soldiers of the Xishan Army, who are far away, throw out everything they can throw in their hands, throwing axes, short spears, and even polished very sharp stones.

The spearmen who were stabbing violently slowed down in a moment, and for a while, many people were smashed and bleeding, and at the same time, they had to prevent the Annan dwarf in front of them from burrowing over their waists.

"Hold the gun steady for me, no one is allowed to lower the head of the gun and stab the ones who are standing for Lao Tzu!"

Scarface roared angrily, not letting his pikemen use their spears to stab the shield-protected Xishan commanders, because they had someone to deal with.

Shi Changmen, who rolled over from the Xishan Army, was overjoyed, once he got close, a spear of three or four meters was not as good as a rattan waist knife.

But his joy didn't last long, and the pikemen on the opposite side parted their legs slightly, and they were in a groove! Seven or eight Tang soldiers with immature faces and short statures and strange guys in their hands sprang out, and they stared at each other with wide eyes as both sides were bent over.

The fact that these short soldiers were not that they were short, but that they were really not very old, the oldest could be fourteen or fifteen years old, and the youngest was eleven or twelve years old, and the strange thing they held in their hands was none other than flintlock handcuffs.

Scouting is such a useful thing, as a Ye Kai, whose heart has slowly turned black and is rushing all the way to the feudal emperor, how can he not use it!

You see, in the 21st century, there are still scout organizations, and the scouts in history who have killed Indians and Mexicans will not be soft at all.

And Ye Kai's side, these have been studying in the clan for more than three years, memorized a hundred celebrity stories, mastered the ninety-nine multiplication formula, and their minds are full of wolf Juxu, Hu no Han Daochang's thirteen or fourteen-year-old Ye family scouts, put it to the next generation, saying that they are little pink and Huang Han are light.

Under Ye Kai's strong guidance, they have become fanatical nationalists, or some paranoid nationalists.

They firmly believe in what Ye Kai said, their mission is to drive out the Tartars and restore the Han Dynasty, as soon as they mention fighting and killing barbarians, they are as excited as the child Wang Kaihei in later generations.

"Bang! Bang! "Eight scouts, one man with two flintlock handcuffs, all successfully fired, sixteen buckshots, whistling towards the commander of the Xishan army wearing iron and short armor.

The most fierce man who was snickering with joy was stunned for a moment, at such a close distance, there was no way to hide, he didn't even let out a scream, and two huge black holes appeared on his forehead.

Dealing with the people who rolled over, the pressure of the pikemen was suddenly light, they were holding bright red heads, the spears in their hands were constantly stabbed, and terrible screams came, and the soldiers of the Xishan Army continued to scream and fall.

The Scouts who had fired their handcuffs retreated, and they put their handcuffs back into their waists, picked up the brown bass that was taller than their men and began to reload, and when they were done, they would shoot mostly Nishiyama soldiers with melee weapons from every position they could get through.

It's so miserable!

What is it like to have a short hammer and axe meet a forest of spears plus a flintlock pistol?

It was a completely one-sided massacre, and only three or four of the Ye family's spearmen fell, but the Xishan Army fell at least a few dozen people.

What's even more terrifying is that they jumped from the top of the ditch, and they can't escape unless they crawl over the ditch at a height of one meter, two or three meters.

Although they are elite, they are also people, not in-game NPCs without emotions and without fear.

When the blood flowed everywhere, there were very few people who were still resisting, and most of them threw away their weapons and howled and wanted to climb back, but many of those who climbed halfway up would be torn down by their anxious companions, and they were all running for their lives, and everyone would only care about themselves.

The other soldiers of the Xishan Army, who did not know the situation in the ditch, thought that they had broken through and victory was in sight, and they kept climbing over the breastwork wall and climbing into the ditch.

Some of them were sober and wanted to stand on top of the ditch and shoot the soldiers of the first company in the ditch with flintlock pistols, but they were either shot by the sharpshooters in the scouts or pushed and jumped into the ditch by the men behind.

I don't know how many times he was stabbed, but it wasn't until Scarface felt the pressure lighten that his consciousness recovered from the mechanical stabbing.

In front of him, there were almost no soldiers of the Xishan Army still standing, and he only saw a few backs that had struggled to climb over the ditch and fled for their lives.

"Victorious! Win! Wansheng! Enthusiastic cheers rang out, and the soldiers of the first company taunted and laughed at the fleeing soldiers of the Xishan Army, but the cheers still revealed a joy for the rest of their lives.

In this hastily excavated ditch relying on the original terrain, there were countless corpses lying horizontally, most of them were soldiers of the Xishan Army wearing red turbans or iron helmets, and some soldiers of the first company wearing Western-style military uniforms or bubble nail armor.

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