Victory is within reach!

When the thieves fled in terror, everything became clear!

Song Cunzhi sneered, he just stared at the thief, staring at the Yellow Dragon Banner in the distance, that should be the banner of the thief leader Li Zicheng!

"See? Aim there and hit! ”

Pointing in the direction of the flag, Song Cunzhi ordered the gunner who had just assembled the nine-pound mountain howitzer.

This is the biggest advantage of the nine-pound howitzer - it can be disassembled into several parts to accompany the infantry in the mountains over the mountains to attack, and even to some extent, it is even more useful than the mortar.

Li Zicheng, who was located in the valley, did not panic because of the rout, and he shouted loudly while riding on horseback.

"Team up, don't panic, team up, stop them!"

With his efforts, the retreating Shun army around him still regrouped their team, just when they were in front of the long gun, muskets in the middle, and long knives in the back to meet the enemy, those Ming troops who pounced like tigers and wolves suddenly stopped, they stopped there, formed a somewhat messy team, and then aimed at the formation of the Shun army and pulled the trigger!

The Ming army's stop made Li Zicheng stunned, and then he heard a dense sound of guns, and in the sound of guns, clouds of smoke were spewed out in front of the Ming army.

While the smoke was still wafting there, he saw that the spears in front of him had fallen, and the Ming troops who had arrived one after another were standing there in line, aiming and shooting, and the smoke from the muzzles of the guns was blown away by the mountain wind.

The rushing soldiers continued to pull the trigger one after another, shooting at the thieves 100 meters away, at first there were only a few dozen people, then hundreds, hundreds, until thousands, they stood there as if they were shooting targets on a shooting range, aiming and shooting.

The accuracy of the Liao 13 rifled rifle has been fully reflected at this distance, each shot can accurately hit the enemy, in addition to the accuracy, what is even more amazing is its power, those lead cone-shaped hollow bullets in the moment of hitting the target, the tail conical cavity will be immediately deformed, the twisted bullet will tear a huge blood hole in the thief's body, and the bullet is not an immediate death, or the limbs are broken.

"Team Shooting ......"

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Shouduo ordered loudly, holding a rifle in his hand, which was the weapon of his dead brother, in the previous tear killing, his saber had long been lost somewhere, and the bayonet was even more powerful in the melee.

There was no need for him to remind them, after the scattered shooting, the soldiers would wait for their comrades around them to reload when they were loading ammunition, and soon the sound of reports sounded in the ranks one after another.

"A row is loaded!"

"The second platoon is reloaded!"

"Three rows of reloaded!"

……

"All of them!"

Glancing at the military formation of the thieves, because of the saber in his hand, Zhu Shouduo raised the rifle in his hand as a command knife, and then he waved his hand vigorously.

"Put!"

With a roar, thousands of Liao 13 rifles fired at the same time, although the smoke of gunpowder instantly blocked everyone, but for the thieves who had just formed a formation, this round of salvo was fatal, thousands of bullets whistling towards them, setting off clusters of blood flowers in the military formation, and in the blood mist, hundreds of thieves fell.

The dense firepower made the team that the thieves had finally assembled a little loose, although the people's will was a little shaken, but they still stubbornly persisted, Zhu Shouduo They didn't think it was a big deal, and quickly loaded the bullets into the barrel of the gun with easy paper shells, and shouted decisively after reloading the fire cap.

"Follow me!"

He walked forward with a Liao 13 rifled gun, and as the distance approached, the thief's musketeers also began to shoot, although their shooting was not neat, but many soldiers were still hit, but Zhu Shouduo and the soldiers continued to move forward as if they did not react, until they were only sixty paces away, and then stopped again and aimed their muskets at the enemy in front of them.

"Everybody has ...... Put! ”

"Everybody has ...... Put ......"

All the officers repeated this order loudly, and at the same time pulled the trigger, and a continuous burst of gunfire like firecrackers rang out, and the thieves who were struggling to support were instantly smashed to pieces, even if they were the elite of the old battalion, it was difficult to resist the heavy price of thousands of dead and wounded. The formation, which was already close to collapse, was shaken in an instant, and some of the old battalion soldiers began to flee around.

"Kill the thief!"

At the moment when the thief was defeated, Zhu Shouduo shouted and took the opportunity to rush over, but after only a few breaths, he rushed to the enemy formation, and stabbed down a thief with a spear in his hand.

"Kill the thief!"

The brothers around him shouted excitedly, raised their rifles in their hands, and pointed their bayonets forward at the enemy, stabbing them to the ground!

"Kill the thief!"

Everyone shouted there with a furious roar, and each of their stabs would use all their strength, and the thieves in front of them were stabbed to death one after another.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to have a lot of extra strength, and every shot and every step they took was unusually firm, and at their feet, corpses fell.

All they need is to stab their bayonets at the enemy with all their might, and then they can easily stab them to death, one after the other.

They became farmers, like harvesting crops in the fields.

Yes.

In fact, they are just farmers!

Their only wish is to put an end to this!

End this war, return to their fields, they were once just farmers, farmers who have lived by farming for generations, they are engulfed by this troubled times, they exchange knives and guns for a chance to live in this troubled times.

But in their hearts, they longed for the end, for the day when they returned to the field.

And now!

Right now!

At this moment, even the most ordinary warriors saw the hope of an end, and they knew that as long as they defeated these thieves, they could end it all!

They did not hesitate to kill Li Zicheng and his banner desperately!

"Kill the thief! Kill the thief! ……”

Although he was out of breath, Zhu Shouduo still carried a rifle and killed the enemy, and like the brothers behind him, his eyes were full of longing, which was the desire for a peaceful and prosperous world.

They don't know what victory is, they don't even care about victory.

"Kill the thief, kill the thief, go home for the New Year......"

The red-eyed warrior rushed to the front, even when he was stabbed to the ground by the thief's sword, his eyes were still full of longing, and the corners of his bloody lips were still murmuring.

"Go home...... Coming home for the Chinese New Year......"

"Thief ......"

At this time, there are no warriors, no more thieves.

All of them, in fact, are just a group of peasants, just the most ordinary people!

For thousands of years, they and their ancestors have been ploughing, harvesting, multiplying, rising and setting on this land, and living without dispute.

But in this troubled world, the peaceful life was interrupted.

Some of them became thieves for a bite to eat, some were coerced, but all of them were there to live, to live in this troubled world.

Alive!

In order to live, they have to kill.

What emperor wants to dominate, what imperial generals, it has nothing to do with them, they are just like ants, struggling and working hard in troubled times, just to survive!

Stay alive!

What is it to live for?

Just to get back home, to that home that has disappeared!

For them, perhaps, that's the only thing they think.

Their hearts may be filled with anger, but they are also full of bitterness, full of blood and tears.

Bands of thieves fell, warriors fell.

Even Zhu Shouduo himself fell in the fight, and in front of him, Li Zicheng's nephew, Li Qiang, also fell, and they all died in this troubled world.

When he was stabbed through the chest with a spear, Zhu Shouduo fell, his eyes slowly regained their clarity, and his bleeding lips murmured.

"Name, name...... I, I have, I have a name, I, my name is Zhu, Zhu Shouduo......"

And beside him, a fallen thief stared at the sky without a trace of brightness.

"Steamed bread, steamed bread...... Eat ......"

In this troubled world, some people are for fame, some people are for a bite to eat, and some are ...... In fact, they are all a group of poor people in troubled times.

It's just a bunch of poor people!

Many of them, until they kill each other, do not find that the other party speaks the same native accent, if in the peaceful and prosperous world, in a foreign land, it will make them laugh happily, they will hold each other's hands and chat enthusiastically, drinking wine, even if they have never known each other.

But now, swords and guns have replaced words!

They are fellow villagers, and they may even be connected from village to village, and home to home, but now, they are fighting to the death here!

Finally, in the fierce attack of the official army, the thieves finally collapsed, like a flood, the defeated thieves threw away their knives and guns, and desperately fled in all directions, they had only one thought - escape!

Run!

Crashed!

At this moment, tens of thousands of thieves completely collapsed.

Gu Kecheng, who was bombarded by the artillery fire of the Ming army, was knocked to the ground by the soldiers who fled in all directions before he could escape a few steps, and then before he could stand up, countless pairs of feet stepped on his body and trampled him to the ground.

Li Zicheng, who was blown up by several flowering shells in succession and scattered the Chinese army, also lost his fighting spirit, and he fled into the woods in panic under the protection of the guards.

The other generals, like a pack of lost wild dogs, led their relatives and henchmen to scatter and fled......