When the Jianzhou bannermen attacked the mountain for the first time, the rouge tiger also happened to take people down to the head of the village, and the original people gathered more than 300 people behind the wall, all of them were as white as the earth, holding the weapons and crossbows in their hands, and the feet were full of rolling wood and stones, ready to fight with the pigtail soldiers.

Yue Xiang and the others also stopped the internal conflict, and together they re-entered the wall to prepare for the enemy. Mao Wenlong was not a timid person in the first place, but he even picked a few soldiers from his subordinates who were passable, and formed a small team of birds with the original Yue Xiang, and the mouth of the guns pointed directly at the mountain road.

For his bad luck, Yue Xiang really felt a little incomprehensible.

The first time I met Huang Taiji was purely coincidental, but this time it was secretive enough, and I actually met the team of the Eight Banners Army again. But I don't know whose troops are coming this time, is it still Huang Taiji? With this person's shrewdness and pride, he will definitely not let go easily, is he targeted? Is this possible? He is not a man of God who does not know the prophet.

Did it still happen by chance? That his luck was inevitably a little too bad, he didn't leave early or late, but at this time he ran into an enemy.

Could it be that someone is informing? Is there someone around you who is a spy in Jianzhou? Hasn't Yue Qi been slaughtered by me? Is there still someone hiding deeper? But there is no conclusive evidence to prove this, and maybe it is really his luck that is too bad.

In addition, for this Mao Wenlong, he was also taken aback when he heard his name, and thought it was a person with the same name and surname. Mao Wenlong was a famous figure in the history of the late Ming Dynasty, and he actually met here. But looking at this person's demeanor and demeanor, there is a rather determined look, unlike ordinary passers-by. In addition, thinking about Mao Wenlong's preoccupation before he made his career, he was in the lower echelons of Liaodong officialdom, which is quite in line with his current identity, and he thought that he should be the best of ten.

Although this person received mixed reviews in later generations, he was an extraordinary character after all. Judging from the fact that he later started from scratch and pulled up a large team of soldiers and horses, it can be said that he has considerable ability and courage. At this time, he must have dared to fight in the face of the Jurchen Tartars, and his helpers were always more reliable than those useless straw bale officers and soldiers, so he and his men used their own bird guns.

Everyone had only heard of how fierce and brutal the Jianzhou Jurchens were, how they fought and were not afraid of death, but they had never heard of anyone who had seen it with their own eyes. In the past, after dealing with the Ming officers and soldiers for a long time, it was inevitable that they would sometimes feel good about themselves, but today, when they really faced the legendary enemy army, everyone was extremely nervous.

In Liaodong, who doesn't know that the Jurchens are invincible when they break a hundred, and the Jurchens are in chaos when they break through ten thousand. What will happen to those who oppose Nurhachi and Jianzhou Jurchen, and the people of Liaodong have seen enough in the past few decades.

Everyone knows in their hearts that since they have chosen confrontation. There will be a bloody battle here today. The pigtailed soldiers at the foot of the mountain have always shown no mercy to those who dare to resist them.

"The Tartars are up!" I don't know who screamed on the wall, everyone raised their heads and looked down in unison. I saw a large number of red-armored bannermen suddenly appearing at the corner of the mountain road, the front one was holding a shield, and the back one was blocked by trees, and I don't know how many people there were.

"Really, it's a pigtail soldier!" There was a commotion in the crowd, and everyone's hearts sank. Even if you usually live a life of licking blood with a knife, it is impossible not to be afraid in the face of such an opponent. The bloody reputation of the Eight Banners of Jianzhou is too loud.

The one who found it first was so frightened that he stood on the wall and pointed in that direction, trembling, and forgot to hide. As a result, before the people around him could pull him down, there was a whoosh in the Jurchen banner team on the opposite side, and a cold arrow broke through the air from afar, and shot through the throat of the minions with great accuracy, and the body of the corpse was thrown backwards by the impact of the powerful arrow in the blood splash, and fell from the wall, splashing blood.

The Eight Banners Army dominated the outside of the fortress with archery and horse archery, and there were thousands of archers in the army who could penetrate Yang in 100 steps. The Luo soldiers in the village were suddenly frightened into a commotion, and they lowered their bodies in unison, exclaiming continuously. Some people couldn't help but be nervous and launched their bows and arrows before the order was given, while others shrank in the corner with their heads in their arms weak, screaming and shouting, and the riot broke out again.

"Don't mess around! And then there will be a reckless man! Yue Xiang roared wildly, these minions were undisciplined, and their individual combat effectiveness might exceed that of ordinary officers and soldiers, but they were still panicked when facing the Jurchens outside. His subordinates brandished their swords to maintain discipline, and the Rouge Tiger also joined in, and with the appearance of the four village masters, the minions were a little calmer.

The Jurchen bannermen outside were howling and laughing excitedly, and the leading Niu Lu was really a subordinate of Lange, and he had already explained in advance that this time he would mainly catch a live Han man. In fact, they could have asked the people in the village to hand over Yue Xiang outside the village, but they were used to being arrogant, and they had formed the habit of superstitious use of force and fighting first and then talking, especially against the weak Han people.

When you invade the village, you will naturally be able to capture whoever you want to capture, and do you still need to beg these Han bandits?

"Shoot the arrows, attack the village!"

As soon as the military order was given, the trumpeter began to blow the conch horn with his cheeks, and more than 100 flag soldiers on the mountain road opened their bows and arrows together, and then the knife players in front of them roared and climbed up bravely under the leadership of the military flag. The slope of this section of the mountain road is very steep, nearly forty degrees, the bannermen are wearing iron armor, fully armed, holding shields, holding knives and axes, and their bodies are carrying dozens of pounds, and the speed is not much slower than when walking on the flat ground, and they are soon approaching the wall of Tuweizi Village.

Yue Xiang secretly sighed that the military quality of these Jurchen banner soldiers was really hard, and they could maintain such discipline and speed on such a dangerous terrain. He poked the mouth of the bird gun out of the hole of the gun on the female wall, and turned his head to look at Bi Mazi, who was the only one here who had received special firearms training and actual combat experience. Mao Wenlong's soldiers instinctively felt that they were not real elite soldiers, and he didn't dare to count on them at critical moments.

According to the requirements of the Ming army's peacetime art of war, the shotguns and firearms are fired in turns in peacetime, and every step must be obeyed by orders, which is very strict, and soldiers who are not skilled in training for a long time cannot go out of battle. However, at this moment, there is no swan horn signal, and only human voices shout.

"The muzzle of the gun is flat, the cheek is pressed against the crosshairs, and the face is twisted back when the trigger is approached, so as not to rush the eyes with gunpowder smoke. Listen to my orders, I said that I would fight together, and the people behind me would pack the guns! Roll logs, stones, and crossbows ready! ”

At the critical moment, some people showed their heroic qualities. Bi Mazi's face was pale, his face was expressionless, and his voice was stern and calm, with the kind of iron-blooded killing spirit in the army. Even Yue Xiang unconsciously did as he asked, and this iron-clad order seemed to give courage to everyone present, and everyone was ready.

The Jurchen bannermen outside the walled wall had already reached within a hundred paces, and they were about to rush to the gate, and some of them could even see their fierce faces.

Don't you fight yet? Someone is starting to be anxious again. But Bi Mazi didn't move, as if he had turned into a stone statue, and he didn't say a word. Just when Yue Xiang couldn't help but ask out loud, the Jurchen soldiers rushed to the flat ground at the gate of the village, and Bi Mazi suddenly shouted: "Let go!" ”

There was a series of thunderbolts, the fire flickered on the wall, and everyone pulled the trigger almost at the same time. The dazzling smoke of gunpowder sprayed together and white smoke enveloped the walls. The Jurchen bannermen are familiar with this kind of sound, this is the sound of the Ming army's firearms, no one expected that there were firearms on the bandit cottage of the Han people, and the people who rushed to the front couldn't dodge, and subconsciously raised their shields.

But at this distance, the cowhide and wooden shield in their hands could not stop the power of the bird's gun, and even a better iron-clad shield could not be used.

Ten buckshot bullets roared into the front row of the crowd like a torrential rain with faint traces of smoke, and suddenly the shattered wood chips flew everywhere, the broken shield flew into the air, and the deformed lead bullets tore through the iron armor and beat the human body to flesh and blood. The four flagmen who rushed to the front seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, and the impact of the lead bullet splattered their bodies backwards with a splash of blood, and fell into the ranks behind.

As soon as the guns rang out, the minions behind them were also uncontrollable, and all of them let out a terrifying howl in extreme fear, and dozens of archers stood up from the wall in unison, not aiming, and fired arrows at the crowd below. More than a dozen rolling logs and stones retreated from the wall, and at this moment the emotions of the crowd were no longer controllable, and the survival instinct inspired by fear had captured their hearts.

"Obey orders! Don't shoot arrows! Squat down! "Yue Xiang is in a hurry, he has seen how superb the bow and arrow skills of these Eight Banners Army are in Goatyu Fort, and standing on the wall without cover like this is simply looking for death.

But it was useless for him to shout at the top of his voice, these people had fallen into a semi-crazy state, and they didn't even know how to dodge the arrows after they had released them, they just stood there and continued to release the arrows. There were also those who threw stones before the enemy could rush to them. The madness inspired by fear is like a plague that infects everyone.

But compared to the battle-hardened Eight Banners outside, this level of temporary madness was not visible to them at all, and almost at the same time as the first round of blocking of the cottage, the hundreds of strong bows of the Jurchens also let out a terrifying roar.

It was as if a gust of wind was blowing on the ground, and the arrows like flying locusts shot out, and most of the people at the head of the wall were overturned on their backs before they could re-set up the arrows, and fell from the wall one after another like dumplings, and a large piece of the wall fell down from the wall at once, and the screams of dying sounded as if they had blown up the camp.

"Keep fighting! Don't stop! Bi Mazi saw that the scene was out of control, and all he could do at the moment was to do his duty. Pick up the loaded bird gun and continue to fire downward, but the courage of the Jurchen Qiding is really beyond their imagination, only to see the people below continue to hold shields and even hold the corpses of the dead when the barrier forcibly advances, most of the bows and arrows shot from the wall are blocked by the shields, and some people are shot and pushed forward by the people behind them.

The explosion of the bird's gun was incessant, and the power of the buckshot was simply invincible at such a distance. The armor and shields of the Jurchen bannermen could not resist it, and with every step forward, fragments of flesh and iron armor exploded on their bodies, and they fell to the ground wailing.

But even this could not stop their advance, and in a frenzied shout, hordes of Jurchen soldiers swarmed under the wall, and began to wave their hands to smash the door and dig the wall, or climb up the ladder. However, the minions on the wall also fell into a state of madness, holding stones and logs and slamming them at the heads of the people below.

The terrain below was too narrow, and it was difficult for the Jurchen bannermen to dodge, and from time to time someone couldn't hold their feet and squeezed down the ravine, and their bones were broken. The archers in the rear team desperately fired arrows to suppress the resistance of the wall, and the casualty rate of the cottage minions increased simultaneously.

"Defend the wall, you can't keep everyone from dying together!" Yue Xiang handed the hot bird gun in his hand to the family in the back, took another loaded shot and fired it outside again, at this moment they were already shooting at the archers in the distance, and the flag soldiers outside had already rushed to the base of the wall and entered the shooting corner.

"Prepare for hand-to-hand combat, the Tartars are going to the wall!"

As soon as Yue Xiang finished shouting, he heard an exclamation beside him: "Boss, be careful!" He subconsciously flashed to the side, and a Jurchen horn knife slashed down. Although he dodged the knife in time, he stepped on the arm of a corpse and fell on his back.

The Jurchen swordsman smirked and jumped down, and the wheel knife slashed. It's a pity that his opponent's martial arts are too strong against him, Yue Xiang roared angrily, and before he could raise it above his head, the sword in his hand swept straight over, and Qi Brush split one of his legs. At the same time, Ma Sandao next to him jumped over quickly, and an iron sand palm slammed into the head of the knife hand, directly flying the fight off the wall.

When Yue Xiang got up and looked again, there were pigtailed soldiers everywhere climbing up to the top of the city, and the minions were brandishing machetes, already slashing with the invaders.

The time has come for hand-to-hand combat.