Day 2.

"Huh?"

At dawn, Wang Sanlang had already gotten up, he was washing, and suddenly his ears moved, and he quickly ran to the door of the village.

Wang Sanlang stared into the distance with blazing eyes, quickly pulled out the arrow, shot five arrows in one go, and then turned his head to replenish the arrows.

"Sect Leader Wang, got up so early? Ah~~Oh~"

The guard on night duty at the door yawned, squinted his sleepy eyes, and asked Wang Sanlang.

This Wang Jiaotou is what they call Wang Sanlang in private.

Wang Sanlang glanced at him coldly, quite dissatisfied with these guards on duty at night.

"Ah~ah~ah~ah~ah~"

With five screams in the distance, the guards were excited and hurriedly sounded the alarm gong.

"Dangdang~"

"Enemy attack!"

As the guards sounded the warnings one after another, the whole stockade immediately came alive.

When Wang Zezhi heard the sound of the gong, he opened his eyes, put on his armor, took his weapon, and walked to the door of the walled gate.

At this time, the sun finally came out a little hair, and Wang Zezhi took advantage of this light to see the shadow of the position of a mile outside the village.

They seemed to be filling in the trenches, and there were a few scattered people hiding in the trenches not far from the stockade.

These people are quite capable, and they grab a chisel in their hands and stick it into the soil, and they are in the trench.

"You don't know anything about the Red Cannon."

Wang Zezhi stretched out his thumb and was about to give them a heavenly justice, when suddenly.

"Whew~Bang~"

He forgot that there was also a cannon on the opposite side, and one of the cannons fell in the courtyard over the gate of the walled wall.

The cannon made a long scratch on the ground made of loess, and Wang Zezhi glanced back, his eyes gradually cold.

Just now he knew something was wrong when he saw a flash of fire, and it was this flame that allowed him to confirm the location of the opponent's cannon.

The red-coated cannon weighs less than 1,000 catties, the bullet weighs two or three catties, and the strength can reach one or two miles.

In other words, the effective range of the redcoat cannon is within two miles, and one mile is not a safe area.

"Fire!"

Wang Zezhi corrected the direction and ordered to the artillerymen.

"Zizi~Bang~咻~"

This cannon accurately hit the cannon of the Wenju people, and the position of the cannon of the Wenju people turned over for a while, and the severed limbs and stumps flew all over the sky.

Wails erupted near the cannons, like purgatory on earth.

"Mother~Run~"

The helpers at the front were scared, they were in a mess, and they ran back.

"Steady, steady, kill the one who escaped."

Wen Juren, wearing a set of decent and dignified Confucian clothes, hanging a jade pendant on his waist, holding a long fan, polite and handsome.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have thought that this person would actually be the notorious Wenju person.

"Retreat! Retreat, runaway, kill! ”

In front of Wen Juren, there were hundreds of private families raised by him, and these families were fierce and brave, slashing and killing the gangsters who fled back, and at the same time shouting and reprimanding.

The gangsters were afraid of being killed, so they stopped five steps in front of the family members and confronted them with knives.

Wen Juren opened the fan, fanned it, opened a box full of silver ingots, and said in a loud voice.

"The cannons in red can only be fired once, don't be afraid.

Kill the past, kill a thief, and reward a hundred taels of silver. ”

After Wen Juren finished speaking, he took out a handful of silver from the box and threw it out, and the helper at the front, staring at the knives in the hands of the family, carefully took the silver, turned around and howled: "Kill it, kill one person and reward one hundred taels of silver." ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

When the group heard the silver, they rushed towards the Black Tiger Village with red eyes.

Helpers, entertaining bureaucrats, gentry, and businessmen, who only know silver in their eyes.

Wen Juren looked at the helpers who seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Master Wen, look, our cannon is gone, and a few brothers who operate the cannon have died, this silver..."

The garrison officer of Shouyang County came up and said out of place.

"100,000 taels, even with artillery and people, one or two will not be missing you." Wen Juren glanced at him and said disdainfully.

"That's good, that's good." The garrison bowed in apology and retreated.

He can't afford to mess with this article.

"Yo he, the legend that has eroded dozens of miles with one shot, I'm afraid it's fake."

Wang Zezhi looked at the crowd of people surging in the shape of a snake in the distance, and was a little surprised, these people were not afraid of death.

This road is a road that he has set aside for him, and it can only accommodate one person.

Wang Zezhi arranged for the personal guard squad to hold Lu Mi guns and prepare to shoot.

"Do you remember what you were taught yesterday?"

"Yes."

"Shoot!"

The Lumi gun weighed about seven or eight catties, some were six catties, about six or seven feet long, four coins of gunpowder, three coins of buckshot, and had a range of more than half a mile, that is, more than 300 meters.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

The gangsters who rushed to the front were shot one after another and fell down, some were killed on the spot, some were hit in the legs and feet, and even if they did not die, it was a dead end if they fell into a trench full of spikes.

"Help me!"

"Pull me up!"

"Ah~ I'm not dead yet, don't push me, don't push me~"

For the sake of money, these people were mad and pushed the wounded and begged for help into the trenches.

At this time, Lu Mi was loading, and Wang Zezhi visually measured it, and it was already within a distance of two hundred paces, the range of archers.

"Archer, prepare!"

The people in the entire village have basically learned Wang Sanlang's archery skills, and at this moment, more than a hundred bows and arrows are pulling strings in unison.

"Shoot!"

"Woo Woo Woo ~ "

Arrows fell from the sky, and more than 100 people shot 3 or 400 arrows.

Thanks to Wang Saburo's archery skills, most people can instantly shoot double arrows, and dozens of people have even mastered the art of instantaneously shooting three arrows.

Wang Zezhi was fortunate to see Wang Sanlang shoot arrows, this guy shot thirty-six arrows in sixty seconds, and the arrows hit the target, which was simply a walking arrow Gatling.

The three or four hundred idlers who entered the firing range were instantly hit by arrows and fell to the ground, and the trench defense position suddenly resounded with a terrible scream.

Wang Zezhi crossed the crowd and saw that they had filled one-fifth of the trench in such a short period of time, and he was immediately furious.

"Grandpa is not powerful, you treat me as a sick cat, artilleryman, ignition."

Wang Zezhi stretched out his thumb, corrected the angle, and ordered the cannon to be fired.

"Bang~咻~"

The cannon shot into the crowd of people who filled the ditch, pulled out a long line of blood, broke through Wen Juren's family, and rolled to his feet.

The corners of Wen Juren's eyes twitched, and he quietly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and raised his head violently, looking at the helpers who fled back again.

At this moment, he lost one-third of his manpower, and the most annoying thing was that he didn't even touch the gate.

At this moment, he couldn't help but regret a little, why did he build the Black Tiger Village so strong in the first place.

"Papapa~"

Wen Juren opened all the boxes he brought and roared angrily: "Kill one person, reward a thousand taels of silver." ”

"Huhu~"

It was the breathing of the housekeepers beside him, who stared at a box of gold with rapid breath.

"Master, I'm willing to strangle the bandits."

"Go ahead."

Wen Juren waved his hand, and the family members drew their swords and roared angrily.

"Ladders, you fools, spread the ladder up and escape?

Kill the fugitives! ”

Stimulated by the gold and silver, they lost their minds, and while organizing an attack, they slashed and killed the gangsters who fled back.

After a few breaths, twenty siege ladders were laid on the trench, and this group of people swarmed up, and they actually rushed to within one hundred and fifty steps of the Black Tiger Village.