After all, there are only about 5,000 people, just a few days, the tools they hold are still shovels and hoes, even if there are forklifts and excavators in later generations, digging a mountain bag is also a big project, after ten minutes of drilling holes and stepping on traps, the densely packed rebels are also crowded under the mountain bag.

It's only about 30 meters away from those boxes!

Snatch the box back, and if the Buddha is satisfied, everyone can go back to Dengzhou to sleep. Someone could not bear it anymore, and climbed the wall of the trench and climbed straight to the small hill.

But it really saw that it was within reach, and he could snatch the holy treasury back by running more than ten meters, and Wang Hua'an, who was watching the battle from behind, even showed joy on his face, but this kung fu A burst of white smoke finally steamed in the gunfire like fried beans.

"Donkey Ball's!"

Seeing more than a dozen people rushing up and falling down with blood like a gourd, Lord Buddha scolded very indecently, but Fan Wenju, who had been wiping sweat, was slightly relieved, it had been half an hour since the war began, and Mao Jue had been fighting in a blur before, making people unable to guess his thoughts, but as long as the officials and soldiers revealed their intentions, this battle would have to be fought, after all, the officers and soldiers still had targets that needed to be guarded, and then they were no longer as untouchable as the good attackers above the nine heavens, at least the two sides were put in the position of fair battle.

As Fan Wenju pondered, the gunfire became more and more intense.

"Quick, keep up!"

In the narrow trench, the rough faces of the Liaodong men were red, and several sentry commanders were shouting desperately, holding bundles of flintlock pistols, and those soldiers were also sweating profusely.

This time, I also used a famous tactic from the time of the Japanese Warring States, an iron cannon attack! Because the terrain is too narrow, only two people can pass on the side, so a regiment only selected a hundred people to shoot, and the rest are all nested in the back of the tunnel to load, back and forth people continue to transport the loaded guns, and then take back the finished ones, although the number of shots is reduced, but the density of gunfire is several times denser.

This is not a computer game, the mouse is a little bit of the army has no head and no milk, and the rebels are also afraid of death, although the officers and shamans behind are "gain blessings" and "morale halo", unless they are forced to the extreme, those peasant armies will not run up to find death by themselves, and the twenty or so meters of the box pile up are scorched, and a batch of them will be beaten back by the flintlock pistol array, and a batch will come up again, and then they will be sprayed back by the dense gunfire.

Fighting, the officers and soldiers have also played experience, on the battlefield does not necessarily have to kill people, they are turned to the legs to fight, don't look at the TV series The whole character was shot dozens of times, and he fought and killed like no one else, the real situation is that the arrow may hit dozens of arrows, but the musket falls with one shot, and it is almost impossible to stand up again.

Screaming and rolling back, there were a lot of wounded soldiers holding their legs and groaning, and the rebels had to send people to transport them back.

The mouth of the trench on both sides has become the focus of contention between the two sides. It's really like a rat war, the two sides are shrunk in a trench about one person wide, desperately squeezing forward, a bayonet keeps stabbing, collecting, stabbing, collecting, killing the rebels can't even fall, being squeezed in front like a shield, but the bottom of the big black pot carried by another officer and soldier is also hit by the rebels desperately stretched forward with various weapons, and the bottom of the pot on it is falling down with ashes.

No one dared to show their heads, the officers and soldiers were musketeers in front, and the rebels were aiming at them with bows and arrows in the back, and hundreds of people were crowded in a place the size of a palm.

"One, two, three, squeeze!"

After all, there were a lot of people, squeezed out a stinky sweat, I don't know who roared, those peasant soldiers suddenly slammed forward, caught off guard, there were seven or eight iron rebels in front of them, and a fart mound was all sitting on the ground, ecstatic, stepping on the iron pot on the stomach of the first iron rebel army grinning with bared teeth, and a few ringing horses scolded and rushed forward with knives, who knew that before they could rush two steps, a whole roar shook their ears and buzzed.

"Open it to grandpa!"

With a bang, the single knife of the ringing horse in front of him was actually broken, and in his astonishment, a square strange-shaped weapon slammed his head open.

In addition to bayonets and flintlock pistols, the Dongjiang Iron Rebels also had a standard type, the sapper shovel.

Different from the tattered guys in the mainland of the Ming Dynasty, for weapons, Mao Jue is striving for perfection, even this shovel is made of high-grade stainless steel, and he also has a blade, thrown up in this narrow tunnel, which is much better than a knife, plus the human-shaped tank Kong Youde, this one stepped on the pot in the past, and the horse thieves who beat them were all staggering, crying dad and calling mother, with a fierce general, alive and beaten back.

"Drink!"

With a neat roar, the neat iron pot of the Roman legion of the Iron Righteous Army was blocked one by one, protecting the panting Kong Youde behind the pot shield again, and once again, the thick iron pot array blocked the peasant army outside.

In the crowded and anxious battle, time passed minute by minute, and in the midst of the difficulty, it was more than half an hour of fighting.

Although he did not make any progress, Fan Wenju's face became more and more relaxed.

Although there is no 200,000 troops like Wang Hua'an's bragging, there are still 80,000 people, and the quality of the peasant army is poor and morale is low, what he Fan Wenju is most afraid of is that the official army will suddenly attack with an infantry array, causing a large number of casualties in a short time, and the entire army will be defeated, but Mao Jue chose such a least fierce way, so that the peasant army has the capital to grind slowly.

Just like the siege of the city, don't guard the city side has a huge terrain advantage, but the initiative of the war is in the hands of the attacking side, one team is tired, Fan Wenju will change another team up, but after all, the official army is only 5,000 people, they are not machines, and once the physical strength is exhausted, the battlefield collapses, and the victory of the war is the peasant army.

Looking at it, he really couldn't help it, and hugged his fist beside Wang Hua'an with a smile.

"Buddha, ten will be surrounded, and twice will be attacked, now we are more than ten times the official army, just besieging on all sides, and then transfer a team of men and horses to detour to the back of the low mountain to attack, I think that Mao Tieyi must not be able to parry!"

Looking at those gold, silver and jewelry in a hurry, Wang Hua'an drank the order without thinking about it.

"Gou Zi, you take your brothers and go around with the deity from behind the official dog!"

"Honorable Order, Buddha!"

With another shout, a giant man of two meters and two or four walked out of the rebel formation, and under his roar, a large number of elite rebel troops crowded forward.

With a smile on his face, Fan Wenju watched easily as an arc-shaped moon-like encirclement gradually wrapped Mao Jue's hill position, and the arc continued to expand backwards, which had the momentum of engulfing the entire official and military position.

But he didn't notice that after several additional troops, almost the entire rebel army was crowded into this uncovered beach, and even some of the rebels had already crowded into the sea, and the whole army was like a wild boar crashing into the trunk of a tree, and the sharp fangs were still hissing and trying their best to push forward.

…………

"It should be almost!"

Five pots of milk tea went down to the stomach, Mao Jue poured himself full of water, his stomach was round and looked at the sixth pot, he was so tired that he couldn't drink it, he put a handful of water in the small pit behind the ditch, and climbed to the top of the ditch, and looked down on the hill, so he couldn't help but burp and said with satisfaction.

"Is the time come? Can you fight back? I'm going to prepare!"

Wen Meng, who was so bored that he opened the tea box, and Wen Meng, who was counting the tea leaves one by one, immediately got up with a grunt, rushed to the bottom of Mao Jue's feet excitedly, and asked on the edge of the ditch.

Mao Jue, who was listening, shook his head speechlessly, and waved his hand angrily: "Stay honest, send an order to Sun Chun and let her release signal flares!" ”

Immediately afterwards, Mao Jue grinned again, his eyes were wide and pointed at Wen Meng's nose, and he shouted depressedly.

"Lao Wen! You're my uncle, can't you save me some money? ”

Confused, Wen Meng's eyes widened.

A few seconds later, in Fan Wenju's relaxed smile, a special magnesium bomb extracted by the magnesium ore refining method in Song Yingxing's "Heavenly Creation" had a bright brilliance, and the majestic soared to the sky and clouds, and his smile immediately froze there.

What does that mean? Recruiting reinforcements? But within a radius of twenty miles, all the reconnaissance cavalry has been deployed? And in the entire Ludong, except for Mao Jue, there is no second officer and army unit! Who is this flare for?

Could it be that at sea?

Not to mention, this Fan Wenju is really thoughtful, thinking about this, he immediately bent down anxiously and bowed, hugged his fists at Wang Huaan and said: "Buddha!" Not good! It must be that the relevant foreign reinforcements have arrived, and this Mao Tieyi deliberately led us to the beach, please Buddha immediately order, the whole army will defend the sea, and the foreign soldiers must not be allowed to land, otherwise, we will be finished!"

Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from Fan Wenju's forehead, listening to what he said seriously, Wang Hua'an was also startled, he couldn't be more clear about the power of the soldiers outside the Guan, the battle of Qinghe Tiebei Mountain, the 140,000 chaotic army that had just crossed half of Shandong made more than 20,000 foreign soldiers and iron cavalry tear blood dripping, thousands of people died in battle, and the White Lotus Sect was repelled for more than 70 miles! Looking at the magnesium bomb that suddenly rose, he also shouted anxiously.

"Where is the Left Protector? Immediately take the army of apologists and defend the sea!"

This time it was the Mourning Star who went into battle in person, and the teams attacking the mountain in front of them all stopped, and tens of thousands of archers were waiting on the beach with bows and arrows, holding wooden shields, and thousands of shield spearmen were also standing densely in the shallow water, and in their full attention, one after another sails really appeared in their eyes.

"Fucking shit, it's here!"

couldn't help but curse, and the mourning star was also full of bows, and shouted loudly at the same time.

"See, after a while, the official dog will land on the shore and shoot his mother's leg, no one is allowed to run, whoever dares to run, don't blame Lao Tzu for sending him to the west first!"

"Drink!"

Tens of thousands of troops, all in response to this order, appeared to be imposing.

But at this time, Mao Jue, who was holding the binoculars, put down the things leisurely, took out two cotton balls and stuffed them into his ears, and shook his head melancholy.

"Be afraid! Ignorant mortals! Even if you live, you will always live in the shadow of today! ”

With a flutter, he jumped back into the trench, but then he put a pot on his head without an image, and stretched out his hand and dragged Wen Meng in.

At this time, at sea.

The Dongjiang sail battleship, which was more than seventy meters long, was creaking wood, twisting one after another, and completely embracing ten capital battleships, more than a dozen light ships, and thousands of cannons were pushed out of the gun bay together, looking at the rebels on the dense shore, the huge sea in charge of the command and Shen Rong showed a cruel smile on their faces at the same time, and the two almost waved their arms together.

"Fire!"

In the next second, hell descended on earth!

In just a few breaths, the beach was turned over and changed color, Mao Jue's ship was equipped with twelve to sixteen-pound cast iron cannons that could hit thousands of meters, and the one that fired the most lethal was also the most lethal, containing sixty-four lead beads and iron eggs, tens of thousands of shotguns covered this beach, the entire beach turned red, the neat bow team instantly turned into a broken net, torn thousands of holes, the shield spear array in front of the defense, the corpses and minced flesh floating on the sea, and the blood water stained the sea water red. Sharks began to scurry from the beach revealing dangerous triangular fins.

This blow was almost indiscriminate, only the rebels near Xiaoshanbao were lucky, after all, no one dared to fire at Mao Jue, around this, the scattered missiles also hit the wooden barrel box crackled and shattered, and the box rolled down the hillside and smashed on the head of the rebels in the trench.

"Haha! Treasure! It's all mine! Hahahaha!"

Holding the broken box, a rebel with a broken leg went completely crazy, and his hand grabbed a trace of blood on the wall of the box, and on the other end, a Liao Min who had been a soldier smashed his fist on the box with great anger and scolded.

"His mother's donkey balls, for these empty boxes, his mother's Buddha let Lao Tzu desperately grab it, the difference between him and those dogs in Liaodong who are hairy!"

The rebel army is naturally within the focus of the artillery fire, Fan Wenju's ears buzzed again, and his consciousness was blurred for a few seconds, and then he suddenly woke up, and once again, he was lucky to escape the arms of death, but looking left and right, he would rather be killed directly just now.

What a miserable look!

The banners of the White Lotus Sect were now like the jungle after the fire, broken everywhere, and there were all kinds of strange-shaped human parts scattered next to it, and the pungent smell of blood made him almost want to gag.

There are also those White Lotus mages who are known as invulnerable, all kinds of wonderful methods, and can catch ghosts and gods, and they are also spliced together in various postures, with two upper bodies back to back into a four-armed King Kong, and some of them put their butts on their heads, and they pushed away and threw down their own guard corpses, and Fan Wenju stood up blankly.

"Buddha!"

A loud shout can be regarded as bringing him back to his senses, a crack on his face, and the dead star, whose eyes are gone, dragged Wang Hua'an out of the pile of dead people, and dragged him out. Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the leading brother who was covered in blood and had no master, Fan Wenju also woke up and screamed in horror.

"Retreat! Run away!!"

His words were like the bell at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the peasant army that had lost countless souls rose from this Shura field like evil spirits, and fled with blood and scars, crying outward.

The 80,000-strong army was shelled in just five minutes, and it was wiped out......

(End of chapter)