Wang Zezhi built a city for the guerrilla camp, dug a trench outside the guerrilla camp, and laid out barbed wire.

The reason why Ma Huai and Zhao Can were so leisurely was because the thieves who attacked them couldn't even touch the city wall.

They were either killed by the Lumi guns or by the shells fired by the cannons and cannons on the city gates.

The leader they are aiming at is Wang Jiayin, and if Wang Zezhi is here, he will definitely be surprised.

Because this Wang Jiayin has a thick beard, he looks exactly the same as Wang Er.

"Kill! Kill officers and soldiers!

Kill an officer and soldier, divide a woman, kill two officers and soldiers, divide two stones of grain, and rush to Lao Tzu! ”

Wang Jiayin was surrounded by more than 1,000 well-equipped elites on horseback, these people had either served as border soldiers or post guards, all of them were brave and good at fighting, and they were extremely fierce.

In front of him, countless ragged outcasts, with red eyes and screams, charged towards the guerrilla camp.

On the chaotic battlefield, no one heard Wang Jiayin's soft murmur.

"Kaishan knife, Lao Tzu is back again, you liar, you dog officer and soldier."

"Shield! Give Lao Tzu a top. Wang Jiayin shouted, and a huge door panel stalled in front of him, protecting him.

Ma Huai and Zhao Can, who were aiming at the city wall, were stunned, and they couldn't see Wang Jiayin.

"What if I can't see it?" Zhao Can glared at Ma Huai and asked.

"Then the soldiers, you didn't see them pushing the shield cart over." Ma Huai said, pointing to the huge shield cart pushed by the thieves.

Most of the wooden shields are made of rough wood that has been cut down, and each rough wood is as thick as a person's thighs and calves, and it is clammy and verdant, making it difficult to burn the wooden shields.

In the face of this kind of wooden shield, the flowering bomb cannot exert much power.

"Change to solid bullets." Ma Huai said.

The craftsman in charge of loading the ammunition immediately sprang into action and replaced the flowering bullets inside with solid ones.

The artillery mounted at the head of the city, of course, fired from the front, preventing a large number of enemy troops from attacking along the passage.

The thieves pushed this kind of big shield, and the power of the Lu Mi Gun was greatly weakened.

At the speed of their march at the moment, they would soon be able to push in front of the trench and begin to fill it.

"Hurry up, it's too close to fight later." Ma Huai urged.

"What's the hurry, you have to aim." Zhao Can turned the gears, adjusted the distance, and suddenly shouted: "Fire!" ”

"Bang~Bang~Boom!"

The cannon's cannons were more powerful than the redcoat cannons, and they slammed into the center of the shield cart with a sonic crack at great speed.

In an instant, the shield cart shattered, the wood flew quietly in the sky, and the thieves pushing the shield cart forward, as well as the thieves hiding behind the shield cart, died countless times in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, you bastard, you will fire first without saying a word." Ma Huai was not convinced, hurriedly took aim, and fired a shot.

He used the jumping eye method to aim, but it was not as accurate as Zhao Can's aiming, and his cannonball hit the edge of another shield cart.

But the cannon was too powerful, and even so, it still caused huge casualties to the enemy.

The cannon shell hit the edge of the shield cart, knocking it over, rolling it hard a few times, knocking down a group of thieves.

Blood was spilled all over the ground.

"See, my cannon is more powerful than yours." Ma Huai said with a seride.

"You're crooked, I'm hitting the bull's-eye." Zhao Can glanced at him and said lightly.

"You know what, I smashed the shield cart with this shot, and the shield cart rolled over and killed a large area."

"You're crooked, I'm hitting the bull's-eye."

"Phew, I've killed a lot of enemies."

"You're crooked, I'm hitting the bull's-eye."

No matter what Ma Huai said, Zhao Can just said a word, and he was crooked.

Ma Huai was at a loss, but he couldn't say anything, and gradually became annoyed and angry.

"My lord, the enemy is attacking." The craftsman beside them reminded in a whisper.

"What are you afraid of, we have more than 4,000 people...... I'm a mother, let them fire at full power, don't save ammunition and hit me hard. ”

Ma Huai was arguing with Zhao Can, and after the craftsman reminded him, he glanced towards the city.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will be shocked when you see it.

After a while, the thieves rushed to the trench and began to fill the hole, and some began to dig the stakes with barbed wire.

The last thing that the guerrilla battalion lacked was weapons, and with Ma Huai's order, not only the fire guns were fired, but all kinds of artillery on the city also burst out with their power.

These guns, some of which were Franc cannons, some of which were redcoat cannons, and many more were experimental cannons of various functions and models.

For example, a shotgun that can be loaded with marbles, which is designed to attack people who charge in high numbers.

As soon as the cannon fell, the bullets flew sideways, and the enemy who rushed to the trench position directly fell seven or eight people.

When they were hit, a mist of blood rose all over their bodies, and then they rolled on the ground with wails.

The men were covered in blood and shot into a sieve.

There was also a kind of poison gas shell, but when the enemy was shot, he immediately lost his sight, had difficulty breathing, and gradually fell to the ground and died.

This type of shell has limitations, as long as it escapes out of the range of the poison mist, it will be protected from damage.

There is also a miniature, small and delicate mortar.

Unlike modern mortars, it requires an ignition launch.

All kinds of shells, some far and near, began to concentrate on the power of the explosion.

"Boom!"

All sorts of strangely shaped shells rained down from the sky and hit the enemy's array.

The enemy had nowhere to hide but to cry out in despair.

"Ah, my legs."

"My eyes, I can't see."

"It hurts, it hurts, my brother stabbed me to death......"

Enemies hit by solid bullets either have broken arms or legs, and those hit by gas bullets are basically temporarily blinded, and the worst is hit by shotguns.

Dense marbles are shot into the body, and you can't die for a while, and you can't survive and die.

An enemy who has been hit by a shotgun crawls up in front of the enemy with a broken leg and begs him to give him a good time.

When the broken leg saw his tragic condition, his heart was sad, and he committed suicide in despair.

"Ah, who can help me, it hurts, it hurts, give me a ......"

The enemy who was hit by the shrapnel screamed in despair as he saw the enemy with the broken leg commit suicide.

"Smack!"

Behind the battlements, a craftsman took aim and killed him, making a note on the wall.

He heard that the chief soldier was very generous, as long as he killed the enemy, he would have a military industry, and Ma Huai told them that as long as they held the guerrilla camp, the chief soldier would not treat them badly.

The craftsman expertly loaded the ammunition and cheered himself up, put the gun on the battlement, and began to aim and shoot.

The artillery on the wall began to reload after a round of attacks, and in this interval, it was up to the craftsmen to strike the enemy outside the city with their reckless guns.

The Rummy Gun gave the cannon plenty of time, and once the gun was loaded with ammunition, it adjusted its distance to start shooting enemies at a greater distance.

"Peng~咻~Boom......"

Ma Huai and Zhao Can finally made a move against Wang Jiayin, who was hiding behind the big shield in the distance.

Two cannons, one solid and one flowering, hit at the same time.

The big shield in front of Wang Jiayin suddenly couldn't stand it, and a shield was directly shattered into sawdust, if it weren't for the protection of elite soldiers around him, he would have died.

A shield was blown out of a big hole by a flowering bomb, Wang Jiayin looked at the big hole in the smoke on the wooden shield, and was shocked, and immediately withdrew from the attack range of the cannon with the elite of the old battalion.