The order was carried out, and when Su Qinghe and the first team of "musketeers" stood on the opposite high ground and lined up in formation, a column of black shadows began to appear on the horizon in the distance.

However, although the person who came was under the banner of the red lady, it was actually Peng Zhanzhen, the second leader of Jigong Mountain.

On that day, Zhao Zhengyang led the team to attack the mountain. In the battle of Jigong Mountain, although the red lady captured the other party alive, she was also injured and could only stay on the mountain to recuperate.

Moreover, it had already authorized Peng Zhanzhen to deal with Yongning's affairs that day, so he only explained a few words such as "investigate clearly before you do it" and "don't kill innocents indiscriminately", and then went to retreat to recuperate.

But Peng Zhanzhen didn't think so.

Originally, the "blacklist" was fabricated by himself and Li Shiqing, one of them wanted to kill Liang Zheng to take revenge, the other wanted to loot Yongning, one sought revenge, the other sought wealth, and the two hit it off, so such a "blacklist" was introduced.

Peng Zhanzhen went down the mountain this time, the purpose was to save money for himself to set up another mountain in the future, so he was bound to win the battle of Yongning.

He had even seen the tiger skin chair in the cottage hall beckoning to him.

Thinking of this, Peng Zhanzhen couldn't help but tear away a hideous smile, and immediately took the lead, his dark black cloak hunting and flying in the morning breeze, like a black cloud rolling over.

This battle is crucial for him.

He Peng Zhanzhen is a dignified seven-foot man, how can he always succumb to the red lady who is afraid to do things, and refuses to let go of his hands and feet when he is a ringing horse!

Thinking of this, Peng Zhanzhen's eagle-like eyes instantly flashed a little cold.

He had already seen Su Qinghe's team.

Is it Ding Zhuang from Yongning County?

It was a bit of courage - instead of cowering behind the wall, he ran so far to meet him.

"Lord Zhao, are these people here to save you?" Peng Zhanzhen rode his horse and galloped close to the five flowers tied to the wooden cart, as if he was next to Zhao Zhengyang on the side of the street, and looked at him with a smile, "There are only dozens of people, and they can't help but underestimate my Jigong Mountain, right?" ”

Zhao Zhengyang was slightly stunned, and searched in the distance for a long time with blank eyes, and finally found the dozens of lonely black shadows on the high ground.

Are you here to save yourself?

He didn't know.

However, at this moment, his mood is both happy and sad - happy that Wu Dalie finally sent someone, and sad that he is finally seen in this way......

It was even more unbearable than killing him.

He never thought that that beautiful woman who was like flowers and jade would be so powerful, and thousands of his elite soldiers entered Jigong Mountain, but he was beaten by a few of her charges, and even made himself a prisoner.

So Wu Dalie only sent such a few people out, can he really save himself?

Zhao Zhengyang really couldn't help but wonder.

Peng Zhanzhen didn't care about him anymore, and glanced at the horizontal team listed in the distance, and his dark eyes flashed with a solemn aura.

"Attention, everyone, the ideas are coming up." He ordered in a loud voice, "Leave a few people to watch this dog officer, and the others follow me!" ”

The thieves roared!

Peng Zhanzhen: "Pay attention to saving horsepower, and be ready to charge when you advance to 500 steps, let's crush them at once!" ”

The team of horses began to approach slowly.

1000 steps, 900 steps......

The knights, who had been scattered, gradually gathered together, although they were only a group of grass robbers, but they listed a decent formation of sharp lings, always dense, close to each other, close to each other, close to each other, no one was left behind, and not a horse was in chaos...... The level of proficiency is like a daily routine.

But from this point, it can be seen that the horse bandits under the Red Lady have been able to gallop in Henan for so long without falling, and they can defeat Zhao Zhengyang's elite soldiers in one fell swoop, which is really extraordinary.

800 steps, 700 steps......

The vigorous riders tightened the reins in their hands, and the horses began to trot, and countless "poof" sounds burst from their waists, and a steel knife with a shiny handle was raised, reflecting the newborn red sun, and emitting a heart-palpitating light!

They galloped from bottom to top from the slope of the anticline, with order, bravery, and composure, like a giant dragon crawling towards their target.

600 steps, 500 steps!

The rapid charge began!

Countless subway hooves trampled the ground with a thunderous roar, shaking the earth with terror. The horse bandits were like giants riding tall horses, and they were like rolling torrents, overflowing over the barren beaches, overflowing over the mounds, burrowing into the fog barriers, and rushing out of the morning fog with even more fierce momentum!

The roar of the mountains resounded through the sky, without a pause or hesitation! It's like a divine beast passing through the war clouds, and in front of them, it seems that the city wall will be shattered!

Under this frustrating momentum, the formation on the opposite side instantly became disordered, and they began to retreat one after another, losing their sight on the high ground......

Running away?

Peng Zhanzhen sneered slightly.

"Rush over!"

The melody of the attack was played with a loud shout, as if he had seen the god of victory smiling at him.

But at this very moment!

Suddenly!

The war horse that rushed to the front stood up!

They all stood upright at the shouts that shook the mountains!

It's just that the original imposing shout has turned into a panicked shout......

Because they suddenly found that a monster's bloody mouth appeared in front of them—that inconspicuous draw, which finally revealed its hideous face in front of the horse bandits!

Peng Zhanzhen's reaction was the fastest, he jumped up from the horse with a flying body, avoiding the doom of falling, but his subordinates were not so lucky, the excessive speed with huge inertia, so that the sturdy knights all fell into the draw and became a pile of people, and the cavalry and horses were reversed, one pressed the other, and all rolled down......

The horse bandits were in chaos in an instant.

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And that draw is still like a black hole, devouring life with impunity!

Peng Zhanzhen was like falling into an ice cave in an instant, and his whole body was cold!

He had just seen the dawn of victory, and when he turned back, he found that the abyss of hell was behind him.

But that's not the worst......

The worst thing is......

"Musketeers, aim!"

Liang Zheng shouted suddenly, and a whole row of black hole muzzles were pressed down in unison! It was like a guillotine, hanging above the heads of the horse bandits, mercilessly declaring the will of death.

"Shoot!"

Countless gunfire flashed out at the same time, and the huge gunfire shook the surrounding air, although it was the sound of countless flintlock guns, it was as neat as a sound, and in the smoke of gunpowder, countless lead bullets drilled out of the chamber, wantonly plundering the lives of horse bandits.

The reaction practiced by the long-term knife licking career saved Peng Zhanzhen's fate, he dodged and hid under his horse, only to hear the sound of "puff puff" a bullet into the flesh, the war horse let out a sad cry before death, and fell to the ground abruptly.

How is this possible?

Peng Zhanzhen couldn't believe his eyes.

When he was in Chiyungang, he experienced many battles of all sizes, and later went to Jigong Mountain, and followed the Red Lady to deal with the bandits, and he was no stranger to the firearms Peng Zhanzhen, but here is at least 100 meters away from the other party, and the three-eyed firearms of the officers and soldiers have never had a 20% chance of hitting people at this distance!

But what's going on with these people? Almost no shots? How could they be so accurate?

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On the other hand, Liang Zheng looked indifferent.

Distributed to his generals was a captured king-style infantry flintlock musket, which had a 60% hit rate at about 80 meters.

Of course, today's muskets are still only smoothbore guns, and they are fine within 80 meters in terms of shooting accuracy, and the farther away they are, the worse they are, but the dense queue used by Liang Zheng makes up for this shortcoming.

Peng Zhanzhen naturally didn't know all this......

However, although the sudden accident and the trap of the draw had made him embarrassed, he could now see that there were only about a hundred musketeers on the other side......

And after a volley of muskets, it takes too long to reload, and at such a short distance, it becomes a completely useless burning stick.

He glanced hatefully at the young scholar who was leading the way across from him.

It is indeed cunning enough to come up with such a trick against his own horse team......

But he made a fatal mistake by not sending any guards to protect the musket team!

So it's just a scholar on paper!

Peng Zhanzhen jumped up from the ground and drew his saber from the ground: "Don't panic, everyone!" Rush with me! They've already played a round......"

"Bang bang bang!"

The last word "bullet" was drowned out in countless gunshots.

Another volley was fired, and the brazen charge of the horse bandits fell in unison.

Peng Zhanzhen flashed left and right, and finally relied on his martial arts strength and was not beaten into a sieve on the spot, but blood still oozed from his left arm.

But that's far from the end!

Because the second round of gunfire had not completely dissipated in the air, the third round of guns once again let out an earth-shattering roar!

Another group of horse bandits fell to the ground screaming.

This was followed by the fourth and fifth rounds......

Due to the pre-equipped ammunition, the generals of the Liang Mansion loaded the ammunition very quickly, and the platoon of guns seemed to be endless, the third row had just finished, and the first row had been loaded, round after round, even if the smoke they emitted had filled their vision, they still kept shooting bullets into the denser smoke.

"First row! Aim! Shoot! ”

"First row loading! Second row! Aim! Shoot! ”

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commanded in a high-pitched manner, squeezing out the summons of the Hades in the gap between each salvo, and every time Liang Zheng spoke, the lives of several horse bandits were harvested......

Therefore, when he came to the back, even as soon as he opened his mouth, those horse bandits began to reflexively hug their heads and run away.

But it's no wonder......

Although Mu Ying, the "King of Yunnan", had already invented the three-stage strike to avoid the shortcomings of the extremely slow rate of fire of the musket, the arquebus was still used.

And this batch of muskets in Liang Zheng's hand is a flintlock pistol!

Originally, the loading of the flintlock pistol was easier and faster than the arquebus of the official army, and the generals of the Liang family used the "paper shell fixed ammunition" equipped with Liang Zheng, which was not only several times higher than the "three-stage attack" in terms of rate of fire, but also much stronger than the official army in terms of firepower density.

"Run!" I don't know who shouted that.

So all resistance began to crumble after this sound!