Almost as soon as they saw the courtyard wall being shattered, the warriors of Madaran roared excitedly, and their fanatical eyes revealed more greed.

Although it was only a small market, in their eyes, it was also an extremely prosperous place, and everything in it was extremely rare and even precious to them.

Listening to the roars of the soldiers, Armand Goulart knew that there was no problem with morale, even the soldiers who had been recruited from elsewhere by the Gui people who were afraid at first, and who did not desire wealth?

"Kill them and rob them of their money and women!"

After the naked, straightforward words came out of Armand Gulat's mouth, under the leadership of General Abula, thousands of Matalan men roared and shouted towards Anpingji. Despite its seeming barbarism, the Mataran people did not rush to the market, after all, it was only a small market that could not accommodate many people. Even the seven or eight hundred people led by Abula seemed to be a bit too much.

Now compared to the defenders in the city, the Madalan people have an absolute advantage, and they don't look at the people in Anping Ji at all.

Hiding on the roof of the bell tower on the side of the road, Li Liangdong held the rifled gun brought from China, which was not a rifled gun issued by the army, but a high-grade goods recorded by the Pinglu in Nanjing, worth twenty taels of silver, that is, relying on this rifled gun, he made a name for himself in the army, and of course, he also got a lot of benefits.

For example, the tiger that was killed earlier, the tiger skin and tiger bones were sold for a full ten taels of silver, even so, the tiger meat was salted by him, originally wanted to wait for the future to replenish his body, but who would have thought that those horses beat Lanyi but came over, now it's okay, it's all cheap for these grandsons.

"Even if you eat it in your mouth, you have to spit it out for Lao Tzu!"

Li Liangdong thought so in his heart, he aimed at a big man in the Ma Da Blue Man.

Although he didn't want to rush to the front line with a bayonet like others, Li Chengkun didn't let him be idle, but gave Li Liangdong a task - to lead a team of breeched brothers to lie on the roof and shoot cold guns. "If you want to fight, you will fight the leaders of the blue people!"

This is Li Liangdong's advice to the brothers, as for the rest, he can't teach it, and he doesn't know how to teach it, but he still understands the way of "catching the thief and capturing the king first".

Those horses are getting closer and closer, they all have no firecrackers without exception, only all kinds of swords, most of them look very simple, Li Liangdong, who has fought with these people, knows that behind the seemingly fierce local people here, in fact, most of them are bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, when dealing with them in the past, as long as a village is destroyed, the local people within a dozen miles around will become docile like sheep.

It's just that, now it seems that these things that look like sheep are sheep on the surface.

This time, I'm going to have to kill them!

While Li Liangdong was thinking there, Li Chengkun and Sun Laomao were hiding in the house one by one, hiding in the corner, waiting for the enemy to enter the market.

Close the door and hit the dog!

Wait for the dog to come in!

If the dog doesn't come in, everything is in vain.

The native soldiers with knives and guns, under the leadership of Abulan, were getting closer and closer to the gap that had been blown open, and looking at the blasted wall, Abuljan did not rush in.

"Kefora, you take someone in first."

The master's order made Kefola lead dozens of people into the courtyard without hesitation.

The courtyard was quiet, without the slightest movement, as if the people here had already left.

But everyone knows that the people here haven't left, at least there are still people here.

But where have the people gone?

A group of people entered, and those Gui people did not appear, as if they had disappeared.

After receiving a safe signal from Kefora, Aburang still did not go in immediately, but cautiously and cautiously ordered the other team to enter.

Aburang would be so careful because he knew that those Gui people were treacherous people, they never fought fairly, and they would use all kinds of tricks.

Still nothing happened.

Could it be that they are gone?

Ah Burang looked at the market without movement in confusion, and finally, he pretended to be bold and walked into the market, but he didn't know that when he entered the market, a fire gun had been aimed at him.

Capture the thief and capture the king first!

Who is the king?

For the hundreds of Ma Ta Lan people who broke into the market, Aburang is the king, and naturally Li Liangdong's goal.

When Li Liangdong aimed at Abulun, Li Chengkun and the others who were hiding in the corner took out their grenades one after another, waiting for the enemy to enter the city.

"Suffered!"

Seeing those Ma Da Lan people smoothly entering Anpingji, Hong Yichu's heart suddenly tightened, and he secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good.

"Oh no, it's definitely not going to be that simple!"

Before Hong Yishu could react, there was a bang from Anpingji over there, almost pulling the trigger, and the moment the bullet flew out of the gun, Li Liangdong put away the firecracker, and he didn't even look at the native man with the Malayx sword.

He was sure that the man must have died, and at such a close distance, let alone hitting him in the chest, even if he aimed at his left eye, he would not have hit his right eye.

He must have died, and the reason why he chose that person was not because he was wearing armor, nor because of the Malays sword in his hand, but because he had commanded the natives to enter the city in three groups, and that must be the "king" of this group of natives.

At this time, Li Liangdong's sound was an order, because he was condescending, and he could clearly see the movement of the Ma Da Lan people, and at the moment when he hit the first gun, the other rifled guns hiding on the roof pulled the trigger towards the target.

The way to distinguish the boss from the ordinary people is very simple, only need to distinguish them by their dress, because most of the Mataran people are lazy and do not do anything about the relationship, so most of them are shirtless, only the "big people" will wear clothes, and now this clothes that show their status make them a target, and at the same time that the leaders in clothes are knocked down, a grenade has been thrown out.

At the moment when the grenade was thrown out, Li Chengkun and the others picked up the firearms in their hands again and struck at the crowded Mataran people on the street. Because the distance was so close, there was no need to aim at all, and hundreds of scorching bullets directly penetrated the bodies of those Mataran people, dragging the flesh and blood into the crowd as the bullets flew out.

The sudden blow blinded the horses, and they didn't even notice the smoking lumps under their feet.

The delay of the grenade is about four to five seconds, and in order to prevent it from being picked up and thrown back by the enemy after being thrown, it was customary to count two before throwing it back as early as the time of the Loyal Army. But even so, the Mataran still had two or three seconds to react.

However, thanks to the blow, the horses didn't react at all, and they just stood there stunned, letting the bullets penetrate their bodies, not to mention noticing what was under their feet.

Of course, this is also because after those leaders were killed by rifled gunners, they lost their command, and it was this brief moment of helplessness that put them in a desperate situation.

Just after the Matarans were at a loss at first, as they shouted to kill, the grenades under their feet exploded after a short delay, and the smoke cloud of the explosion instantly enveloped the entire market, not only the streets were completely engulfed in smoke, but even the soldiers hiding in the corners of the rooms on both sides of the street also felt the impact of the explosion.

For those Mataran people, they have never experienced such a blow, in the smoke of the explosion, hundreds of Mataran people were killed, many more were injured, and the morale that had been hard to muster up was completely disappeared in this moment.

Just when they were in shock, the soldiers with bayonets rushed from all around, and the sharp bayonets pierced their chests in an instant, and for a while, the market was full of shouts and killings, in the face of this group of wolf-like Han people, these were already fierce and bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, and completely gave up resistance, and when some people fled outside, more people knelt on the ground with their hands raised and surrendered. They kept begging for mercy in the local language, and some of them begged for mercy in stiff Chinese.

However, for the red-eyed people, when they begged for mercy, what often awaited them was a bayonet that stabbed into their chests and necks, but in the face of such killing, those Ma Da Lan people just knelt there and kept kowtowing.

"Uncle spares his life, spares his life, ...... spare his life"

Just when Zhang Dayuan wanted to use a bayonet, but the enemy who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing and begging for mercy in stiff Chinese, the captain over there stopped him.

"Don't kill someone who can speak Chinese, let's not come here to kill people, since he can speak Chinese, it will be useful to us, this kind of person who can speak Chinese is useful to us, keep him, let him kill other Ma Da Lan people, we are here with less service, we are relying on these Ma Da Lan people who can speak Chinese, rely on them to help us kill people!"

When Li Chengkun speaks, he uses the dialect of his hometown, and he and Zhang Dayuan are fellow villagers, so he is not worried that this native can understand.

"I understand that I want to keep him as a traitor...... No, it's a horse rape! ”

Zhang Dayuan reacted immediately.

"Just like the lackeys in the green camp, traitors deserve to be killed more than Qing captives! But keep them, what if they turn against the water? ”

There are not 100 but 80 people who can speak Chinese, and it is a disaster to keep them. Especially if these prisoners are left on the battlefield, if the water turns back, everyone will not survive.

"That's not easy! Let them vote! ”

Li Chengkun looked at Ma Dalanren who was kneeling there begging for mercy and said.

"Do you want to live?"

As the words fell, he threw a broken knife in front of him.