When the Jianzhou Jurchens openly announced the Seven Great Hatreds in April and captured Fushun City in one fell swoop, the entire Liaodong people were panicked.

From the governor to the common people, they are speculating whether Nurhachi will continue to attack after getting the sweetness, some people think that some people think that they will not, but no one has any solid evidence to prove it. Because speculation is speculation after all, and now the initiative in the war between Mingjin and Jinjin is actually manipulating on the side of Jianzhou.

In fact, all people don't want to fight, but they are also mentally prepared to wait for the next war.

At the foot of the incense burner mountain, the officers and soldiers who came to "collect rent" and the minions of the cottage were already in chaos. It's still some distance from Sancha'er Fort, so they don't have the same heights as the people on the mountain to see in advance. But the Bai Zong who led the team was not an idle person, although the mountain roads were separated, but he seemed to have noticed that something was wrong.

"Huh? That's wolf smoke!? Seeing a pillar of black smoke rising straight into the sky in the direction of the castle in the distance, Mr. Bai's face also changed color. What's going on? Is something wrong?! ”

The soldiers under his command are also looking at each other, you must know that there are military rules in the army, although the military discipline is lax now, and no one cares about you if you are lazy, but the wolf smoke is not a random thing to play, and lying about the military situation will be beheaded. The vast majority of the soldiers in Sancha'er Fort are veterans who have been in the barracks for a long time, and they will never make such jokes.

There were thirty or fifty people under his command, plus more than a hundred minions patrolling below the cottage, and these more than 100 people gathered in the middle of the road, one by one craned their necks to look in the direction of Sancha'er Fort, with all kinds of frightened and puzzled expressions on their faces.

"You, you, and you. Go back and see what's going on! Mr. Bai was shocked in his heart, and even pointed out the difference between the three elementary schools. But before the three of them could move, Mr. Bai suddenly waved his hand to stop them, and listened attentively. Some of the ear tips seemed to hear some faint movements.

"Someone's coming! Copy guys! At the sound of the order, the officers and soldiers and minions drew their weapons one after another, stretched out their bows and arrows, and lined up in battle formation. Soon there was a chaotic shouting of people and the neighing of horses from the winding mountain road, and when they turned to the foot of the mountain to look again, everyone was frightened and blue-faced.

Along the mountain road, there were Ming soldiers and refugees who had lost their armor and abandoned their armor running for their lives, and the routs were extremely embarrassed, either losing their helmets or tearing their battle jackets, and some people were running while taking off their armor to reduce their own burden, and all of them threw their weapons. Coupled with the more panicked fleeing people, the scene was extremely chaotic, everyone rushed to run for the road, from time to time someone crying for their father and mother was pushed and fell, and then they were stepped on by countless feet and could not get up again, the scene was like the end of the world.

"This ...... This is ......" Mr. Bai was also a little confused, and had the intention to order his men to stop the crowd, but he didn't know what was happening, but he basically had already concluded that something must be wrong, and he couldn't decide whether to stay or run with them, so he ordered to get out of the way, and as a result, his team was immediately dispersed by the fleeing crowd.

"What's going on!" Bai Zong was riding on a horse, not impulsed by the crowd, he saw that the crowd was mixed with a colleague he knew, reached out and grabbed him by the collar, and shouted and asked.

was caught as a flag boss, and at the moment he was so scared that he seemed to have lost his soul. He didn't even twist his head, he just shouted, "Run!" The pigtail soldiers are here! When Mr. Bai heard this, the hairs on his body stood up, and he used to wonder every day when it would be their turn to be smoothed, but he didn't expect this day to come so suddenly without warning. He drew his knife and turned his horse's head in his hand and prepared to run with the fleeing team, but as soon as he turned around, he felt a swish behind him.

Not good! He twisted his body violently, and a cold arrow flew by his side. Then there was a sudden killing sound behind him, and the arrows shot at the fleeing crowd like flying locusts, and suddenly the screams rose from the sky.

Looking at the mountain road behind them, the Jurchen horse team wearing red armor had already caught up, and the hordes of iron horsemen were rampaging through the crowd unscrupulously, and the flesh and blood flew like tigers pounced on sheep everywhere they passed.

However, the fleeing Han people separated left and right like waves of water, and almost no one dared to resist, just holding their heads and scurrying into the woods and hillsides on both sides of the road. The Jurchen bannermen who were chasing after them only cared about charging forward, rushing through the crowd like a devastating one, and interspersed forward vigorously, with the obvious intention, that is, to copy the front and return to block them.

Seeing that there was no way out, Mr. Bai immediately made a decision and immediately yelled at his subordinates to follow him up the mountain. It's just that his yelling attracted the attention of the Jurchen bannermen, seeing that this person was riding a horse with a conspicuous target, and he was dressed differently, obviously an official, two of them immediately urged the horse to rush all the way and trampled towards him.

"Death to the Tartars!" At the critical moment, Mr. Bai burst out with a chilling momentum, and his fierceness was no less than that of the two approaching Jurchen riders. Fierce flick of the waist knife in the horse's hand, a move left and right flower arrangement, dancing out of a gorgeous knife flower, the poignant sword light like the tide of the sea reversed, with an unexpected high speed to meet the two approaching sabers, a series of sparks burst out in mid-air, accompanied by the shocking sound of metal collision, the knife light rolled over, and the two heads flew up with the blood wave.

Bai Zong won a complete victory with one enemy and two in one round, but this attracted the attention of more Jurchen bannermen, and the fleeing crowd that had been stirred up and running around just formed an obstacle, only to see a leader shouting and giving orders in Jurchen words, and a burst of random arrows shot at Bai Zong.

Hearing only an exclamation, Mr. Bai turned over and fell off the horse. Fortunately, he was alert, and when he saw something wrong just now, he threw it in time, but the war horse under his crotch was almost shot into a hedgehog by random arrows, and fell to the ground neighing.

Mr. Bai got up and threw a cat into the crowd, turned around and ran up the mountain. His men also made a fuss, and then the cover of the crowd gathered from all directions, followed his ass and ran up the hill. The road below is destined to be copied, and there is only one dead end to stay below and go west. If the Jurchen Tartars can capture Sancha'er Fort, there will be at least a thousand people coming, and these people present are afraid that they will not be enough to stuff people's teeth, and they will be cleaned up if they can't run to Tieling in the wild.

Now if you want to find a way to live, you can only go up the mountain, and use the terrain to defend with danger, which is the only ray of life. Thinking about it, the Jurchen is mainly plagiarizing this time, and will not bite the cottage hard.

The mountain road was narrow and steep, but everyone burst out with amazing potential under the stimulus of death fear, and swarmed all the way up the mountain road, and those ordinary refugees and routs also discovered this way of life, and immediately crowded wildly. The Jurchen soldiers continued to rush forward as they should have interspersed behind, and the remaining random arrows were fired at the back of the crowd crowded on the narrow mountain road, and one after another people screamed and rolled down the mountain......

On the mountain, the people in the entire cottage were panicked, Yang Shan really didn't expect Yue Xiang to be like a god. As soon as he said that the Jurchens might have a big offensive in the near future, it didn't take long for the large group of soldiers and horses to rush to the bottom of the mountain. No one was mentally prepared, and the entire cottage was already in chaos.

"No chaos, no chaos! Don't panic! If there are any runners, don't blame Lao Tzu for not recognizing people with the knife in his hand! ”

After all, Yang Shan is known as the hero of Liaodong, and he lives a life of licking blood with a knife on weekdays. Soon recovered from the initial panic, in order to drink and scold the panicked crowd, he took the knife and killed two small leaders who took the lead in running around, and under this bloody and ferocious means, he quickly deterred the panicked rabble.

"Eighth sister, you take people to the fourth child's village immediately and guard the passage up the mountain. If the Tartars attack the mountain, just use the rolling wood to beat the stone and the strong bow and crossbow down, and never go out of the village! ”

Yang Shan's majesty and composure infected the others, and Rouge Tiger agreed and immediately went down from the main village with a large group of people. Immediately, Yang Shan sent his henchmen to the secret cave in the back mountain to guard it, in case the village could not hold it, he could also take the old and weak women and children on the mountain to retreat to the secret road to hide.

At this moment, Yue Xiang and Wang Yining are organizing people to strengthen the defense of the cottage. This cottage is already in a dangerous terrain, because the first village is located in the forefront, so the strongest and tallest to build, and the garrison is also the most tight. Usually, there are more than 30 black bows and more than 1,000 steel arrows stored in the stockade. There are also five crossbows and an earthen cannon. Now they have all moved out, not to mention, the minions in the cottage are quite proficient in the use of these weapons, at least more proficient than the officers and soldiers.

Yue Xiang also hurriedly beckoned his subordinates to take out his treasure, thirty bird guns, a big handgun, because it was a light advance, the number of gunpowder lead belts was limited, and each bird gun only had about fifty lead ammunition. However, judging from the quality of this bird's gun, it is estimated that it will be scrapped after less than fifty rings.

But muskets are muskets after all, and even primitive guys are rare things that have never been seen for these hillbillies on the cottage. Bi Mazi and Chen Wumin were born in the southern soldiers and were good at firearms tactics. But except for the two of them, the rest of the people had little experience, so Yue Xiang was also counted as one, and found Yue Shan, Li Shoucai, and Ma Sandao to teach on the spot, and formed an iron artillery array of six people, and the remaining twelve people were each responsible for loading and recharging.

With the firearms of the officers and soldiers, those minions seem to be a little bolder. They all drew their bows and arrows, prepared the stones, and aimed them at the mountain road outside the village.

However, with the screams and screams, the first group of people to come up were part of the fleeing soldiers and civilians led by Mr. Bai, who shouted in front and begged the cottage to open the door. Due to the frequent "business" contact on weekdays, Wang Yining is quite familiar with this Baizong. Now that the enemy has one more person, he has more strength, so he ordered the gate to be opened and let these people in.

When I came in, it was really scary to see the terrible scene, there were only more than 100 people in total, half of them had arrow wounds and various external injuries, and their bodies were covered in blood, and I didn't know if it was my own blood or someone else's. It is estimated that there are thousands of people under the mountain, but the number of escapes is a little more than 10%. The rest were either taken prisoner down there or died in the middle of the mountain.

As soon as the people who fled up the mountain entered the village, they were completely paralyzed on the ground, and such a steep and narrow mountain road kept running up in one breath, all because of the potential generated by fear. Now that his strength is gone, coupled with the pain, many people faint on the spot.

Mr. Bai seemed to be so tired that he was out of strength, lying on the ground and panting. After drinking a few large bowls of water, he relieved his breath and said to Wang Yining: "I said Lao Wang, there are too many pigtailed soldiers under the mountain, and I can't guard this cottage." Do you have any secret passages or other passages on this mountain, so it's important to run for your life! ”

As soon as these words came out, many people present looked like dirt. Yue Xiang was in a hurry, at this tense moment, he could not allow this person to shake the army's heart. He interrupted him with a loud shout: "Daring! Retreat, a bunch of nonsense! This village is in danger, and the Tartars want to go up the mountain to the sky, and you dare to disturb the hearts of our army! Could it be that the Tartars are not scheming! ”

That Bai always blinked, subconsciously dodged back, and casually pulled out the waist knife: "Who are you!?" ”

Yue Xiang also drew his sword when he saw it: "Bold, do you still want to commit the following crimes against the chief?!" ”

"Sir? Who are you? ”

"This official is Yue Xiang, the right commander of the Qinghe Central Army, and he will report his name to me!" Saying that, Yue Xiang's subordinates immediately surrounded the Bai Zong, and the firearms in their hands were aimed at him.

The Bai Zong's men were half dead one by one, and they had no ability to resist at the moment. Mr. Bai's face changed a few times, and he realized that if he resisted hard, he would not end well, so he finally put the knife into the sheath and saluted Yue Xiang to apologize for his sin.

"Xiaguan Sancha'er Fort Zhongzuo Division 1st Bureau Zhenyong Bai General Mao Wenlong, see your lord."