As Qin Chuan guessed, after the group of enemies retreated, they quickly regrouped their troops, and it didn't take long for them to advance towards Mengjiazhuang again.

Moreover, the number of people who came this time was nearly twice as large as before, and there were thousands of people, and there were less than 300 people left on the mountain beams in the distance.

It seems that Fan Yongdou is going to take Mengjiazhuang in one fell swoop this time.

When there were still more than 100 steps from Mengjiazhuang, the coalition army was divided into five teams, ranging from one to three hundred men each, and they came to different positions on the wall, including the gate, and it was estimated that five points would be launched at the same time.

Qin Chuan carefully watched the opponent's movements from the gatehouse, and after roughly estimating the position where the opponent was going to attack, he methodically gave orders and adjusted the defense of each area.

The coalition attack was simple, with most of the men and horses holding shields on their backs, climbing the walls with bamboo poles and hooks, or slamming the doors against the walls with logs, and archers and a small number of bird-gunners standing behind to suppress them.

In order to avoid casualties, Qin Chuan did not let Luo Ba and the others shoot arrows, only arranged a few firearms on the second floor, and put guns through small holes, the female wall on the gatehouse and the horse face was nearly one person high, and the person who smashed the bricks did not have to show up at all, just hide behind the female wall and throw it down, the opponent's arrows and lead could not hit people at all.

But there were casualties on the other side of the wall, the archers of the coalition army threw through a wall, the elevation angle was extremely high, the arrows were thrown into the sky, over the wall straight down, although most of the villagers and homeless people who threw bricks behind the wall were covered with iron-clad wooden shields or wooden planks, but there were inevitably casualties, a wave of hundreds of arrows fell, and the number of arrows was less than a few, and more than a dozen.

Fortunately, the coalition army used light arrows, perhaps thinking that a small Mengjiazhuang would be captured, so they did not bring heavy arrows, and the angle of the upward shot was too large, and those light arrows were not very powerful when they fell, except for a few who were too unlucky to be shot in the head and killed on the spot, most of the villagers and homeless people were only slightly injured.

But the rain of arrows and the screams one after another still made these mud-legged soldiers who fought for the first time chaotic, and the old bandits of Jiuji Mountain carried knives to supervise the army to avoid the rout.

Qin Chuan knew that it was not a way to go on like this, but he had no other way but to take the lead and use his life and food to boost morale.

On the battlefield, the biggest factor that determines victory or defeat is always morale.

At the same time, he also has to beware of other people's black hands, and beware of those villagers and homeless people who can stab him in the back at any time.

The only thing these people have to do with him is that he can give him a bite to eat, and when it comes to life and death, others may sell him at any time, and the only thing he can trust is the old bandits of Jiujishan.

Suddenly, his wooden shield tilted a little, and an arrow "swished" into his left shoulder, tearing through the cotton armor and piercing into the flesh, so painful that he almost fell to his knees.

Song Zhiting, who was behind him, hurriedly leaned up, put the wooden shield on his head, and asked in his mouth: "An arrow piercing the shoulder, it hurts the heart, is the big boss okay?" ”

I'll say hello to your mother......

Qin Chuan wanted to scold his mother, stood up with pain, and just happened to see an enemy jumping down from the wall, fortunately he didn't break his leg, and even luckier he dodged the subway thistle, and was holding a knife high and screaming and rushing over.

"Fuck you!"

Qin Chuan was furious, with a numb shoulder on one side, he strode forward, and with a flick of the long knife, the man flew up with one arm.

The man screamed and staggered away, only to find a weak scholar coming at him, pinpointing a long sword down his throat.

"The hair and skin of the body, the parents who receive it, dare not destroy it, and the beginning of filial piety is also like Er, who does not hesitate to die, which is really a great unfilial piety."

Before the man died, he saw the weak scholar shaking his head and saying something he didn't understand.

Qin Chuan scolded his mother in his mouth, and after cutting two more enemies who jumped down to seek death, he was pulled back to the gatehouse by Song Zhiting.

At this time, Song Zhiting, who was a weak scholar, acted as Langzhong, copied the dagger roasted with fire to cut the meat next to the arrow, pulled out the arrow, cleaned the wound with soju, and then took a needle and thread to sew the wound.

This work was taught by Qin Chuan, which can speed up wound healing and reduce the risk of infection, and now those rough Jiujishan old bandits have all learned to stitch.

By the time the wound was stitched up, Qin Chuan's face was already pale and soaked with sweat.

He could feel how much pain Guan Erye had to endure to scrape his bones to heal his wounds.

Song Zhiting helped him bandage and went out, and there were only eight old bandits left in the room on the second floor, as well as Meng Guiming, who was sitting on a chair, and Qin Chuan, who was weak.

In the past few days, Meng Guiming has been under house arrest in the house, and he can't go anywhere except for the occasional call by Qin Chuan to go to the roof to show up.

He thought that the surnamed Qin got the mine and defeated Bashan Hu, and from now on Mengjiazhuang would be at peace, and he would finally be able to live in peace, but he didn't expect another Fan Yongdou to come.

This time, the shouting and killing outside was more violent than any before, and Mengjiazhuang may not be able to hold it.

When the time comes......

"Don't worry, I will take you out when the time comes, and I won't let you fall into the hands of Fan Yongdou."

Qin Chuan, who seemed to see through his thoughts, said lightly.

"Thank you to the big boss, thank you to the big boss." Meng Guiming was grateful.

Qin Chuan didn't bother to pay attention to him, and as soon as he wanted to get up and go out, he heard a loud "bang", followed by a heart-rending scream.

Turning his head to look, he saw an old bandit from Jiuji Mountain covering his face and rolling on the ground in pain.

The bird exploded.

Qin Chuan hurriedly ran over and asked the others to hold him down, while he took out a dagger and roasted the blade over the fire, and then picked iron filings on his fleshy face.

Not only did the blow-up blow off two of his fingers, but the broken iron also made him face, and one of the thumb-sized pieces was still embedded in his bones.

When Qin Chuan took out all the broken iron and disinfected it with soju, the old bandit fainted in pain.

After finally pasting the blown meat back and sewing it up, Qin Chuan asked people to carry him to the corner of the house, and told his subordinates not to put the fire gun too densely, and then went to the top of the building.

He found that another wall had been knocked down, and the enemy was swarming in again, Song Zhiting was directing the homeless people to throw the lighted bundles of firewood, and Luo Daniu and Lao Huang were leading a group of old bandits back and forth to kill them.

Behind the walls in other places, many enemies also jumped down, and they were fighting with the village warriors armed with guns and spears.

From time to time, there are red-eyed villagers and homeless people who fall in pools of blood, and there are also people who cry and crawl to escape.

The entire wall of Mengjiazhuang is full of swords and swords, shouting and screaming.

Outside the walls, there was still a steady stream of enemies pouring in.

Qin Chuan closed his eyes and looked up to the sky and sighed.

Thief God, is it not allowed for Lao Tzu to rebel?

When he opened his eyes, a cavalry, thousands of men and horses, appeared in the distance, rolling up thick smoke, like thunder.

I said that Fan Yongdou of your ancestor of the eighteenth generation, you really look down on Lao Tzu, just invite a thousand guards, and now you have to invite another thousand cavalry, are you afraid that Lao Tzu will stand out and want to kill them all?

Your son of a bitch, you're really willing to spend your blood.

Qin Chuan was furious, and when he was about to summon the old bandits of Jiuji Mountain to break through and kill them, he found that the three hundred men and horses left by Fan Yongdou on the mountain beam were in chaos and panicked.

Could it be that the 1,000 cavalry were not the people invited by Fan Yongdou?

Full of doubts, I saw that the 1,000 men and horses had surrounded Fan Yongdou's 300 people.

"It seems that God still has long eyes."

A smile appeared on the corner of Qin Chuan's mouth.

Outside the village, the coalition forces that were attacking the wall also discovered this mysterious cavalry, and they didn't know what to do for a while, and the offensive slowed down.

"Go and prepare the horses, gather the brothers scattered everywhere, and we are ready to kill them."

Qin Chuan said a word to the subordinates next to him, and then continued to look at the surrounded mountain beam.

The cavalry did not attack Fan Yongdou, but went to a few people to shout, and it was too far away to hear what was being shouted.

Not long after, a rapid gong suddenly sounded on the mountain beam.

When the coalition forces that were attacking Zhuangzi heard this, they looked at each other and retreated to the mountain beams, and the coalition forces that had already attacked Zhuangzi changed their faces greatly.

The main general has already withdrawn his troops, and it is easy for the people outside to withdraw, but they have already come in, and it is even more difficult to retreat over the wall unharmed.

Unable to withdraw, and without reinforcements coming in, they had only a dead end.

For a time, the morale of the coalition forces plummeted, and many people simply threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy.

Luo Daniu and the others had already rushed to the gatehouse to gather, more than 30 war horses were tied to the bottom of the gatehouse, Qin Chuan strode downstairs, picked up a knife and got on the horse.

"Brothers, fuck you!"