When they saw the flocks of sheep in the ranks of officers and soldiers and the mule carts full of bags of hemp, thousands of rogues scattered on the mountains on both sides of Ganquangou swallowed their saliva.

They were chased by officers and soldiers to hide in Tibet, and the grain they had looted had already been thrown away, and recently they had only robbed a few dilapidated villages, and there was not much food in them, except for the old battalion men and horses at the heads of the various battalions, most of them had not eaten a full meal for a long time.

Now, at last, they have met a fat sheep.

It's not that they haven't killed officers and soldiers, not long ago, they followed King Chuang and the Eight Kings to kill the 2,000 Sichuan army to the point of losing their armor, and they also booby-trapped more than 1,000 gourd soldiers.

There were only about 1,500 officers and men in front of him, but all of them were on horseback, as well as five or six hundred pack horses, nearly 100 mule carts, and a large flock of fat sheep.

The two thousand horses and fat sheep and mules were enough for them to eat for a long time.

In any case, this group of officers and soldiers has been decided.

"Explain it, this group of officers and soldiers is not simple, let the big guys be careful, don't overturn the boat in the gutter."

When Liu Guoneng saw the neat military appearance of the group of officers and soldiers from a distance, he frowned and ordered to the side.

Wu Zicai on the side looked left and right, with a little uneasiness in his eyes.

The valley of Ganquangou is not narrow, and the slopes on both sides are not steep, so it does not play much role in putting stones and rolling logs, and among the nine thousand righteous troops, there are less than thirty horn bows, and they can only rush down in one breath, using the advantage of numbers to determine the victory.

After a long period of tension and restlessness, the group of officers and soldiers finally entered their ambush circle.

Liu Guoneng can already see the appearance of the general in iron armor at the head, and he can see the word "Qin" on the flying general flag on the general's head.

Perhaps sensing something, the white steed under the general's crotch suddenly stopped, snorting anxiously, and the other war horses behind him also became restless, and the sheep in it were even more "bleating".

Liu Guoneng knew that he couldn't wait any longer, so he hurriedly ran back into the woods, mounted his war horse, and then shouted "kill" and rushed out of the woods first.

"Kill the officers and soldiers!"

The sound of killing on the mountains on both sides of Ganquangou shook the sky, and thousands of rogue soldiers swarmed out, rushing towards the officers and soldiers below the mountain like a tide from both sides.

As soon as Liu Guoneng rushed out of the woods, he slowed down intentionally or unintentionally, obviously riding a horse, but he ran slower than the two-legged rogue, and hung unhurriedly behind the three hundred old battalions.

Wu Zicai deliberately pulled the reins indiscriminately, pulling the war horse under his crotch to keep turning and neighing in circles, just not moving forward.

Li Yangchun on the opposite hillside was the opposite of them, this master rushed very fiercely every time he fought, and now he was raising a big blade, leading dozens of old battalions along the gentle slope towards the officers and soldiers in the valley.

In front of the rogue army that was full of murder and earth-shattering slaughter, that group of officers and soldiers looked like a light boat in a raging storm, looking precarious and crumbling.

Surprisingly, the officers and men did not disagree, let alone flee, but dismounted one after another, tied their horses to the mule carts, and then quickly lined up in a long row of shields on each side of the hillside.

The three or four hundred horsemen at the back of the group even split into two groups and rushed up the hillsides on both sides, apparently trying to outflank the rogues.

Seeing the other party's battle, Liu Guoneng on the mountain couldn't help laughing.

What's the use of just a long, thin row of shields?

A rush can be rushed, it is better to gather together and form a circle.

As for the three or four hundred horsemen who rushed up from both sides, they were purely looking for death, and thousands of rebels could drown them with a mouthful of foam.

The one surnamed Qin is just like that, and I don't know how the two righteous sons of the Eight Kings could lose to that kid.

No, you have to tell the people below, let them capture the surnamed Qin alive, and take it to ask the Eight Kings for some food.

Just as he was about to explain a few words to his subordinates, the smile on Liu Guoneng's face suddenly froze.

Because he saw the officers and soldiers carrying down dozens of black things from the mule carts, as well as hundreds of long iron pipes.

That's the Tiger Squat Cannon, and the Bird Cannon.

As soon as the firearms were removed, they were placed straight on both sides, and they were not loaded with ammunition, but only poured some ignition on the fire door, and then began to aim.

Seeing this scene, Liu Guoneng's face changed dramatically.

The surname Qin has a back hand.

Not only that, but the man also loaded the firearms with ammunition in advance and hid them under the sacks of the mule carts.

The guy was intentional, deliberately luring himself to ambush him, but in fact the guy was ready, just waiting for him to take the bait.

Now, he's really taken the bait.

Liu Guoneng swallowed his dry throat, raised the waist knife in his hand suddenly, and shouted: "Kill the officers and soldiers!" ”

"Kill the officers and soldiers!"

Most of the rogues who rushed to the halfway slope did not notice the firearms of the officers and soldiers, and only rushed down the hill with their brains.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

Retreating now will only lead to a great rout, and you can only continue to kill.

The firearms of the Ming army have always been very unreliable, with low power, short range, slow loading, and easy to explode.

It's not like they don't have a chance.

As long as they can rush in front of the officers and men and engage in hand-to-hand combat, they will be able to win the battle by relying on their huge numerical superiority.

Liu Guoneng tightened the reins of the horse, let the war horse slow down again, and then stared closely at the battlefield below the mountain.

When the rebels entered a distance of 100 paces, the officers and soldiers in the ravine opened fire, and there was a chaotic bang, and hundreds of guns were fired at the same time, and the dense array of rebels on the slopes on both sides fell in an instant.

This burst of gunfire caused the momentum of the rebels to stop, and many people began to slow down or even stop.

Liu Guoneng hurriedly raised his sword and shouted: "Don't be afraid, the officers and soldiers can only fire one shot at most, and rush down in one breath, and they will be finished if they get close." ”

"Rush, kill the officers and soldiers!"

The three hundred old battalion men and horses under his command also roared.

The rebels under the hillside roared again into the sky, surging down the mountain like a tide.

But soon, Liu Guoneng was so shocked that his scalp was numb again, and when the rebels advanced to a distance of fifty paces, the guns of the officers and soldiers, which had already been spared for a round, rang out again, and the rebels who rushed to the front fell down one after another.

What kind of firebolt is that? Why not use arquebus ignition? Why is the charge so fast?

Between the two shots fired by the Ming army's birds, they could rush at least 80 paces away, why could those guns surnamed Qin who did not use the fire rope fire a second shot in 50 steps?

Liu Guoneng couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have time to ring it, because the officers and soldiers opened fire.

Twenty tiger squat cannons fired almost simultaneously, and the rebels fell down like wheat.

Liu Guoneng saw with his own eyes that Li Yangchun, who was rushing to the front, first shivered, then fell off the horse, and then stopped moving.

The momentum of the rebels was frustrated again, and after seeing the hundreds of companions on the ground who had been beaten into a hornet's nest, that mouthful of blood was instantly occupied by the fear of death, and the timid rebels were already retreating, and even turned around and ran.

"Rush down, fast, there are only thirty or fifty steps left, and you can rush to the front in one breath!" Liu Guoneng shouted again.

But the rebels looked at each other as if they had seen a ghost, some looked at each other on the ground, some turned around and ran, and only a few of the rebels still rushed down.

The rebels who rushed to the foot of the mountain were only about thirty paces away from the officers and soldiers, and they rushed towards the officers and soldiers with the sound of killing.

But those officers and soldiers with shields suddenly threw out the short guns in their hands, and the dense throwing spears pierced the rebels who rushed down the foot of the mountain into a hornet's nest.

This time, the rebels could no longer stand it, and turned around one after another, running towards the mountain like a tide.

"Kill!"

The officers and men in the ravine roared, and after another burst of gunfire, more than 1,000 officers and men followed behind with murderous spirits with their javelins.

The three or four hundred horsemen behind had already gone up the mountain beam and were covering from the two wings.

What's even worse is that a fiery red cavalry, led by the surname Qin, rushed towards the mountain beam where Liu Guoneng was located.

That piece of fiery red was extremely dazzling, and it also made Liu Guoneng tremble.

"Withdraw!"

Without thinking, Liu Guoneng turned his horse's head and rushed towards the woods.

His 300-year-old battalion also followed, and swarmed into the woods.

Wu Zicai ran faster than him, and he had already run in the other direction with a hundred or so old battalions.

Alas! Defeated, completely defeated.

I didn't expect the surname Qin to have so many means, none of those firearms were blown up, whether it was power, range, or rate of fire, they were much stronger than those of other Ming troops, and in the end, there was a javelin, and there was no chance of hand-to-hand combat.

Liu Guoneng secretly made up his mind, and after gathering people, he had to let people chop wood to make javelins, that thing was so fucking easy to use.

In the future, I will meet the ...... surnamed Qin again It's better not to run into that guy.

Look at the battle of that guy, it is coming at him, fortunately he ran fast, otherwise he would have suffered.

Liu Guoneng was secretly happy, and suddenly a subordinate next to him screamed, and then fell to the ground with his men and horses.

"It's not good, there's a stumbling block."

Liu Guo was able to react, but it was too late.

His mount suddenly hissed and slammed down.

Liu Guoneng reacted very quickly, a donkey rolled on the ground several times, and then endured the pain around his body to get up, just in time to see a fiery red behind him was rapidly approaching, hurriedly spread his legs, and ran forward lifelessly.

He didn't run far, and behind a big tree in front of him, a little old man dressed in tatters and grinning with big yellow teeth suddenly flashed.

"Master Liu, the road under your feet is slippery, you have to be careful."

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