While his subordinates were taking turns to attack the hearts of the miners, Qin Chuan sat comfortably on the mountain beam, drinking broth, while carefully surveying the surrounding environment.

Today's Luliang Mountain Range, not the loess of the later generations, although it is the golden autumn of October, the low and continuous mountain beams can still see the dark yellow withered grass everywhere.

By the following spring, the dead grass will turn into lush green grass, and there will be patches of subalpine meadows on the high mountains above.

The barren and impoverished Luliang Mountains can support a very limited population, but they can support countless cattle and horses.

It's just that the government at the end of the Ming Dynasty was seriously eroded, whether it was officers and soldiers or big gentry households, the fish and meat people have long been accustomed to it, and the horses raised by the horse herders who worked hard to feed for several years were forcibly requisitioned by the government but often did not get a penny for the levy fee, coupled with the drought in the Xiaoice River era for many years, the food was in short supply, and the ice and snow in the meadow were getting slower and slower, resulting in fewer and fewer people raising horses.

According to what Lao Huang heard from the villagers, except for a group of horse wranglers in Yunding Mountain, there are no villagers raising horses in the rest of the villages, and there are still a few horses in some large households.

Now, the group of wranglers in Yunding Mountain has fallen into the hands of Bashan Tiger, and the horse farm is the territory of Bashan Tiger, I heard that there are also wranglers to the south of Yunding Mountain, but that is Ren Liang's territory.

Before crossing, Qin Chuan had read some information and knew that this Ren Liang was a great character, the thief leader in the area of Luliang Mountain died in the end, and he escaped, he firmly established a firm foothold in the three cliffs, and after Jiannu entered the customs, he also fought against the Qing Dynasty for decades, until he was sold by his son in his twilight years, and was broken through the village by the Qing army, and he himself died tragically in the hands of the Qing soldiers.

For a character like Ren Liang, Qin Chuan admires it from the bottom of his heart, the so-called loyal ministers and famous generals like Hong Chengchou can only shave off their hair and braid a rat tail in the end, while a big rebellious thief can be unyielding under the iron hooves of Jiannu.

Compared with the two, Qin Chuan still prefers to be a thief.

Horses must be raised, and the Yunding Mountain Grassland is definitely going to be grabbed, he wants to make Lou Fu's famous vest in the world reappear, but now, he has to get the Black Mountain Mine first.

The battle had an effect, a group of old bandits from Jiuji Mountain made up all kinds of suffering experiences, and after encountering the deeds of the Great Steward Qin to regain their light in turn, a figure suddenly turned out on the wooden wall of the mine, and rushed towards the mountain beam at a very fast speed.

"Don't let go of the guns, I'm willing to surrender, I'm willing to surrender ......"

"Bastard!"

Meng Zhongsi was so angry that he jumped to his feet and shouted: "Quick, hurry up and release the arrows, don't let that traitor escape." ”

Several crooked arrows were shot from the arrow tower, and the best one landed more than three feet behind the man's ass.

Of course, the old bandits of Jiuji Mountain did not let go of the guns, but greeted them one by one with a smile on their faces, led by the honest little old man, who enthusiastically held the hands of the escaped miner, grinning with big yellow teeth and smirking on his face.

Then there was the half-sized man, with a pair of big round and convex eyes, and after carefully looking the miner up and down several times, he chattered about the other party's name, hometown, whether there were parents and children in the family, and so on.

The scholar in a Confucian robe held a booklet in his hand, took a brush and recorded it beside him, and from time to time he put the tip of the pen into his mouth to dip some saliva, making his mouth black.

In the end, it was the strong man with the eyes of a leopard with a copper bell, who came over with a bowl of broth, stuffed it into the miner's hand, and shouted: "Dry this bowl of soup, let's be brothers!" ”

The miner panicked, trembling his hands, swallowing a large bowl of soup with meat and bones, and then staring at the cauldron on the mountain beam.

"Good brother!"

The bronze bell leopard slapped him on the shoulder, almost slapping him to the ground.

Then the miners were sent up the mountain beam like a moon of stars, and did not panic until they sat down on a soft deerskin cushion.

With the first, there will be the second, and there will be the third, fourth, and fifth......

The miners, who couldn't eat enough, could not resist the temptation of the broth, and did not want to be killed, so from time to time a few miners turned out on the low and simple wooden wall, and ran towards the mountain beam as if they were dead.

Meng Zhongsi was so angry that he almost stomped the arrow tower down, and kept directing his subordinates to shoot this and that, making his people scramble for a while, and they didn't know which one to shoot, and only three of the forty or fifty miners who ran out were shot by bows and arrows.

One of them fell and never got up, and the other two ran to the foot of the mountain with the arrows stuck in their bodies.

For them, the only thing the old bandits of Jiujishan can do is to dig out the arrows with knives, clean the wounds with soju of only twenty or thirty degrees, and then sew the wounds with needles and threads according to the method of the big tutors, and the last step is to resign themselves to fate.

Meng Zhongsi knew that if this continued, hundreds of miners would definitely run away and couldn't sit still.

So, Meng Zhongsi hurriedly gathered his men and rushed out of the mine with three hundred miners, rushing crookedly towards the mountain beam.

No miners were willing to take the lead, so they all acted as turtles with shrunken heads and hid behind, Meng Zhongsi had no choice but to let himself bring more than a dozen nursing homes from Mengjiazhuang and some miners in the mine who were loyal to him to take the lead.

Under the overwhelming number of people, his people were quite bold, and they rushed all the way with knives and guns to kill Liantian.

Looking at the group of screaming and running to send him to death, Qin Chuan threw away the meat and bones, stood up, pulled out a long knife, pulled out the bamboo spear inserted in the ground, and turned over on the horse.

"Brothers, fuck him."

"Fuck it."

Twenty-five old bandits from Jiuji Mountain lined up in an arrow-like charging formation, rode their horses straight from the mountain beam, and rushed down.

Dozens of miners, who had just surrendered, watched dumbfounded from the mountain beams.

Cavalry, thunder also.

Since ancient times, those who have won the cavalry have won the world, and the cavalry tactics are fast, ruthless, and accurate.

The fastest of them requires a certain acceleration distance.

Ruthless is the momentum that needs to be as heavy as thunder.

Accurate, it is to see the weakness of the opponent's camp and give an incomparably accurate blow.

Cavalry with these three elements is invincible, and usually outnumbered the enemy's army several times its own with a small number of troops.

It is not unheard of to defeat 10,000 enemy troops with 100 horsemen.

The old bandits of Jiuji Mountain occupied a favorable terrain, the gentle slope of the mountain beam provided them with enough speed and momentum, and Qin Chuan, who was the arrow, had a pair of vicious eyes, staring at the weak points of the opponent's front, leading the twenty-five horsemen behind him to rush straight away.

Qin Chuan knew that if he retreated today, if he wanted to take this mine in the future, it would be difficult to capture those hundreds of miners.

If you can't take a single mine, how can you take the entire Luliang Mountain?

Twenty-five horsemen, like an arrow, pierced into the hundreds of miners' formation, piercing the sparse team.

The miners scattered and fled amid the screams, trying to escape the cavalry charge.

After a pair of piercing, the sharp arrow circled around and a half, and stabbed the chaotic formation again with the momentum of thunder.

The miners threw down their weapons, and some of them ran back, fleeing all over the mountains.

"Those who descend will not be killed!"

"Those who descend will not be killed!"

The arrows scattered and outflanked the fleeing miners.

The miners fell to their knees, raising their hands and asking for mercy.

The battle was over quickly, and Qin Chuan had time to look down at his aching stomach.

As he charged, a spear grazed his stomach, and it hurt so much that he almost fell off his horse.

After checking it, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and he wore a cotton armor under his coat, and the spear did not pierce the cotton armor.

"Nod your head."

Qin Chuan hurriedly looked around again, counting the old bandits of Jiuji Mountain who were still riding on horses one by one.

When he counted to the twenty-second, Qin Chuan's face sank.

"The big boss hurt three brothers." Song Zhiting rode over and said breathlessly.

Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief again, fortunately he was only injured.

"The ...... of the Big Boss"

Not far away, Luo Da Niu's hoarse roar was suddenly heard.

Qin Chuan's heart tightened, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Luo Da Niu lying on the ground, looking at him with a solemn face.

Qin Chuan hurriedly rode his horse and galloped over, and when he got closer, he turned over and dismounted, only to see a person lying on the ground, the head of a spear pierced through his coat and cotton armor, and submerged from his chest, and gurgling blood was coming out of the tattered clothes.

That's an old bandit from Jiujishan, no name or surname, and others call him Big Fish Head.