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A loud roar echoed through the valley, accompanied by a trail of white smoke rising into the air, which seemed quite pleasant on a winter day.

The second mother was shocked to the core, partly from the sound of the musket volley, and the other half from the death of several of her companions.

Seven people, this is the number of inner armor that fell after two rounds of shooting, and they rushed to the front of the line, so when the musket fired, most of the ten people who were shot down were the most powerful Tusi Qinding, and these seven themselves accounted for most of the number of inner armor in the cattle pen.

Although these inner armor relatives are Liu Hao's subordinates, they are the elite of the native soldiers selected by the Song family, even if Liu Hao has to give some face in ordinary times, they also have their own fields in the cattle pen, and they are the leaders of the native soldiers, each of them has at least four or five slaves to follow, which is the real samurai class in the Tusi. Of course, this system is also learned from the Ming army, the Ming army also has the so-called private soldiers, that is, the family members raised by the martial arts, like the regular generals of the Kaiya system, the elite family can also reach hundreds and nearly thousand, and some will simply be recognized as righteous sons, and the combat power is by no means comparable to ordinary small soldiers, they are all fierce and fearless of death, such elites are not negligible losses in any force with this level of casualties.

"Damn, there are still firecrackers."

The mother can see clearly, a distance of twenty-five steps kills with one blow, no matter whether it is the head or the body, she can see that these relatives will not survive. The rattan armor pieces on their bodies did not play the slightest protective role, thinking of this, he kicked the Song family Zhuang Ding who had just reported the news to the ground, if it weren't for Song Zhong still watching, he would have made up for it again, in order to punish this subordinate who provided false information and pushed him into such an embarrassing situation now.

Neijia Qinding, the entire Shuidong Twelve Horse Heads may only raise more than 1,000 people, and now in the hands of his mother, he easily lost seven, even if he is also one of the Qinding, but he can't explain it, after all, the opponent is only dozens of military households, and there is still an absolute crushing of the number of people on his side, and he really let people die like this, and he was so aggrieved that he was directly shot to death by a musket.

Killing so many relatives at one time, the nature is just an ordinary local fight, this is not only a matter of explaining to Liu Hao, but also to explain to Ma Tou and Shuidong Tusi, thinking of this, fine sweat broke out on the forehead of the mother, and a burst of white air rose above the head by the cold wind.

Now he is difficult to ride a tiger, originally he only had the intention of teaching a lesson to these people who don't know the height of the sky, but now he seems to have become the person who doesn't know the height of the sky, but now if he can't completely destroy this generation, I'm afraid he will not be able to explain to the head and the horse.

Fortunately, after the first two rounds of shooting, the remaining inner armor that rushed to the front also became smarter, and they were naturally not comparable to ordinary native soldiers in terms of combat experience, so when the last round of salvo fire at a distance of ten or so paces, it was all ordinary native soldiers and their personal servants who fell.

The second mother's face was hideous, and he just rushed behind, and he was able to dodge the salvo, but one of the most friendly inner brothers was pierced through the chest by Ziyao in the second round of shooting, and he was dead at this moment. But the second mother understood that there was no advance or retreat now, so he took out the willow leaf scimitar and cut down two inner armor slaves who had lost their masters and wanted to flee before they could stabilize their position. When the third volley was over, several more soldiers were shot down, but fortunately, after the previous two rounds, he had deliberately slowed down his posture and was not affected by the flying medicine.

Now within ten steps, there are no more scruples.

"Rush up and kill all these brutes!" The second mother shouted hysterically.

Wang Xingping looked at the hideous faces of these people and felt a little funny, similar exercises had been verified many times in group confrontations, he was full of confidence in this, how could he be frightened by a mere charge.

"Team A stepped forward." He shouted.

Shang Bao was like a tiger who had been waiting for a long time and finally came out of the cage, without superfluous words and movements, and stepped forward with a clean spear in front of Wang Xingping's tail note before it disappeared, which was the same as the movements of the other nine people.

The mother had already replaced herself with a large axe, and at this time rushed to the front of the strong men, who were going to use their axes and hammers to crack a gap, and then let the men behind them go up to hand-to-hand combat. Most of these people are relatives of the same clan, and they are accustomed to watching and helping each other when fighting, which is also the reason why the native soldiers who fight across the border are often more effective than the ordinary Ming army guest soldiers.

As it is now, a distance of five paces can even be deceived by a single leap in front of the opposing soldier, and at this distance, the shock caused by the volley of muskets has been replaced by a brave duel.

However, Shang Bao and his A team did not intend to give them this opportunity, and the sharp spear head met the rushing creeps, and the double impact made the cold metal instantly penetrate the human body. The second mother didn't react until this moment, and in the initial intelligence, these people were originally using the gun array, and he was just frightened by the momentum of the musket volley.

Another subordinate fell, blood splattered on his face, sobering him up a little.

'That's right, an inch is short and an inch is dangerous. ’

As long as you get closer, the long rattan cards on the other side have become your best cover.

He reacted suddenly, it was originally necessary to rely on the advantage of close combat to rush so forward, what if he had a gun? If we had only taken a few steps closer, we could have slaughtered them, and now his mind was full of the effects of the wars of the past, completely forgetting that the beginning of it all was nothing more than a provocation and a brawl.

Another shot in the face stabbed through the crack of the rattan card, the second mother skillfully flashed sideways, the head of the gun could be pierced next to him, he wrapped the gun shaft and rolled forward, and when he looked up again, the opposite side was facing a rattan card in front of him.

Deng Shixi, the owner of the rattan card, paid attention to the limited vision in front of him without saying a word, and when he found that the armor in his hand had become a barrier for the other party, he decisively moved the shield away according to the changes in the previous training, and the short knife in his right hand had already stabbed out.

Mother Er secretly said in her heart that it was not good, she leaned back and rolled back two steps, and when she got up again, she was already covered with slush.

The tendon that holds the armor on the left shoulder has been broken, and the largest piece of rattan armor is crooked on the chest, this blow is obviously towards the heart, and the appearance of the rest of the life after the catastrophe makes the mother look quite embarrassed. But he obviously didn't care about this, Shang Bao's gun was withdrawn and stabbed out, and this time the tip of the gun still went straight to the second mother's heart.

At the time of crisis, it was just a breath away, and a thick handle stretched out in front of him, and between the lightning and flint, the second mother felt that what he was holding in his hand should be a round shield.

"Master, are you alright?" A childish voice shouted.

'Is it Jodhana boy?' A flash of inspiration flashed in the second mother's brain, and then looked at the back that had already reached the front of him, and sure enough, he was right.

This is one of his entourage servants, according to the convention, each inner armor has its own retinue, these people usually have to carry heavy weapons for the inner armor as coolies, cleaning the battlefield to get the head of the transport and capture will also not let their master do it himself, when it comes to the status is lower than the general native soldiers, but there are also the children of the clan as personal soldiers, and the younger generations of the same clan if they can emerge from the master's side, they also have a greater chance of becoming the inner armor, otherwise they can only be an ordinary soldier when they are older, Not only did he have to bear all kinds of assignments for the horse's head, but he also had to go out with the army in battle, and sometimes he even had to bring his own rations.

So to be appreciated by the master in the battle, and finally get recommended to become an inner armor is a shortcut out of today's predicament, especially now, Yoda appeared at the most critical moment to help his mother block the fatal blow, this kindness coupled with his performance and loyalty all the time, enough to be recommended by his mother's brother after going back, and he is so desperate also stems from his self-confidence, because today's battle cattle pen has lost seven armored warriors, and among these vacancies, Yoda feels that there should be one of him.

"Protect me, kill the dog in front of you first."

The second mother looked at Deng Shixi's face on the other side who was a little frustrated and surprised because of the mistake, and shouted fiercely.

He got up as the next step, and Yoda followed with a knife in his right hand, and the round shield in his left hand was ready to protect the second mother, and this time the second mother's confidence was greatly increased, because out of the corner of his eye, he saw more sword players rushing up. At such a short distance, muskets can't be fired, and spears are no longer a threat to knife players, and the next victory in the chaos will definitely belong to the side with more people, and when they catch the bullshit surnamed Wang, Qianhu will definitely beat him to death to relieve his anger.

But just when the mother also felt that the scales were tilting, the high-spirited mother was stunned by the scene in front of her.

Shang Bao didn't even look at him before turning his gaze to one side.

'What's going on over there?' ’

Reason forced him not to think too much, this must be the other party's distraction, 'Let's go together!' He beckoned to Yodah in his heart, to every soldier beside him. But the next moment, he felt something strange, Shang Bao moved, but the spear did not stab at him, but stabbed at his right side with a sway, as the spear shook, the barrel of the gun was quickly withdrawn, the red tassel at the head of the spear was still dripping with bright red liquid, dyeing the black and white earth a little red, Yoda, it was at this moment that quietly fell on the side of the second mother.

He was standing on the right side of the second mother, Shang Bao's spear stab should not have hurt him in any way, but the damage came from another gunman on Shang Bao's left, they chose to attack the enemy in a position next to him at the same time, those right hands with knives raised high pointed the target excellently, only need to aim, stab, no matter how simple the action has been practiced thousands of times in these months, relying on the instinct of various unforgettable punishments to overcome the deep fear of the enemy in front of them, and naturally trust in their companions.

"This is called fighting in formation...... Wang Xingping looked at his results, and finally let out a breath of turbidity easily.

Also exhaling is the mother who is pressing the formation at the end of the team.

Shang Bao will not forget those days and nights of practicing the array, he went from disdain to being easily defeated by the newcomer who was trained by Wang Xingping with less victory and more easily, and finally completely put down his arrogance and worshiped the master.

Du Chun and Deng Shishi will not forget that it was Wang Xingping, a young proprietor who was not yet an adult, who taught them literacy and reasoning, and it was from there that they learned a new possibility, about the 'future' of these people.

Ding Deshui and Ding Yi will not forget that whenever they encounter a bottleneck in the making of weapons, Wang Xingping will always lose no time in allocating it but does not take credit, especially with Ding Yi, who is completely regarded as a brother, without the slightest master's shelf.

And now, the efforts of the past few months have handed in a satisfactory answer, so that the last trace of vacillation of everyone has dissipated, and the 'Wang Family's army' has won the first battle.

What follows becomes simple and normal.

The front team of the native soldiers completely collapsed, and the second mother was killed by two bullets from the second round of stabbing of the first team by a sudden transposition of the second round of stabbing of the C team, and the mother broke her leg bone under the recoil of the scattered native soldiers, and became the prisoner with the highest official position in the hands of Wang Xingping at present, as for Song Zhong, Ding Yi did not let go of this beheading skill.

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How did things come to this?

Two hours later, Liu Hao stood on top of the carved tower and looked at the soldiers lined up outside the fort with an indifferent expression.

However, after half a day, the 'surprises' brought to him by these military men have been a little unbearable.

First easily expelled Song Zhong's Zhuang Ding, and then used a gun array to defeat the Song family's outlaws, and then in the battle with the native soldiers, he sacrificed a powerful musket, and now he actually placed a cannon outside his watchtower.

The size of this cannon is actually not much bigger than the ordinary tiger squat cannon, but it is light and delicate, just looking at the layer of copper-colored fine light, you know that it is not comparable to ordinary artillery, and this cannon can move freely under the support of the gun carriage and gun carriage, which makes him even more vigilant in his heart. In addition, the mother and the second mother were killed and injured, and the inner armor relatives were also lost, and the cattle breeding pen under his jurisdiction can be said to be greatly injured.

Looking at the current posture, are these people planning to attack the watchtower? The native soldiers sent out before were defeated in one fell swoop, and they died and fled, and now there are only some old, weak, sick and disabled people in his stockade, except for a few personal guards, and he should have concentrated his forces to defend when he knew that the opponent's combat strength was so ferocious, but now he regrets that it is useless.

And now, he has no soldiers or generals in his hands, and he is a local official who relies on his family power to rise to the top, and now he is nothing.

Surrendering without a fight is the best result, but to do it is to defeat the opponent first, and now, Wang Xingping thinks that at least in this cattle pen valley, he has done it.

He stood at the foot of the tower, standing with his head held high, and deserved to be a victor more than the man on the stone bunker.

His voice rang out, echoing through the valley.

"Master Liu, maybe we can have a good talk."