Half an hour later, the sky was getting dark, Chikangang, from Majiazhuang to Liang's Zhuangyuan on the mountain road, there was a team. At the front were four or five stout and stubby Mongols, followed by seven or eight Han soldiers dressed in gray cloth shirts and carrying plain wooden guns.

There is a very clear difference between the Mongols and the Han Chinese, first of all, in their hairstyle: at that time, the standard Mongolian hairstyle was to shave two straight lines in the middle of the head, and then shave all the hair at the back of the head, the front of the head in a bunch or shaving, some trimmed into various shapes, let it naturally cover the forehead, and then the left and right sides of the hair were braided into a braid, and the loops hung down to the shoulders. It is called "Po Jiao", such as the three heads of Chinese children. From Genghis Khan to ordinary herdsmen.

Moreover, the uniforms of the Mengyuan soldiers were also significantly different from those of the Han soldiers. They wore a tight-fitting garment with narrow sleeves, short knee-length, wide hems, folded pleats, and braided threads sewn at the waist to create a wide waist. From generals, ten thousand households, or palace guards, to ordinary soldiers, they are all dressed in the same way, and the difference is only in the quality of the clothes and the good and bad of the outer armor.

The armor and swords, bows, ropes and arrows of these Mongols were placed on the backs of the mules in the middle of the ranks, and looking at these sets of raw cowhide armor with few pieces of iron, it was clear that these Mongols were just ordinary soldiers.

However, even ordinary soldiers, in this conquered land, in front of the lowest southerners, they were first-class masters, the supreme beings who ruled life and death—at least, for the few women whose hands were tied behind their backs and thrown on the backs of mules.

The Mengyuan soldiers in front of them held a wine pot in one hand and roast chicken in the other, and sang loudly in Mongolian: "We are the eagles of Xue Chan Khan, the master of the world, and we are the loyal dogs of Emperor Khan Bali......"

The Han soldiers who followed behind, seeing that the Mengyuan soldiers were no longer interested, reached out from time to time to take a handful between the buttocks of the woman on the back of the mule, causing the woman to scream in shock, and the Mengyuan soldiers laughed.

The two Han soldiers who fell behind talked in a low voice, and one of the younger thin men said: "It's really strange, I threatened in every way before, and the old thing in Majiazhuang just refused to give it to life or death, squeezed out a little, and just argued about whether to give grain or white rice for a long time." I never thought that the old thing went out for a turn, and when I came back, I changed my sex, what do I want, I just begged us to leave quickly...... Old Qi, do you think there will be a ...... here?"

"What can there be?" The bearded sergeant hehe, "The old thing is stingy, and it is a little bit to be able to pick a little, but it really can't be done, so hurry up and send the plague god, for fear that we will stay in Zhuangzi for a long time and make trouble." ”

"We are plague gods......

"! That's the Mongolian master, we are at most a plague, and we are following behind to eat some soup. ”

The young thin man is hehe straight, and he is not ashamed of "plague" at all. Just because, as the bearded sergeant said, as a servant soldier of the Mengyuan soldiers, he can still eat soup. Like those soldiers of the new annex army, they don't have any water to drink to wash their feet.

By this time, the team had almost walked down the hill, and the surrounding trees were thinning, but they were a little cooler than the lush trees on the top of the mountain. If you look closely, the large and small dirt bags on both sides are actually a cemetery - this is actually a mass grave.

In this team, whether they are Mongolian or Han Chinese, not to mention killing people, at least they are used to seeing dead people. There are a few tombs that have been renovated with dirt, obviously newly added recently, and they can't figure it out.

Someone shouted, "It's dark, light the torches." “

So the team stopped, cut a dozen branches and leaves, and wrapped them in hay. Then unwrap the wrap and remove the grease and apply it to it. Someone struck a scythe, sparks flew and torches lit.

The moment the torch was lit, the fire flashed behind the earthen bag.

Bang!

The sergeant shook and touched his neck, and fell with a thud, and the torch fell to the ground, igniting a patch of dead grass beside the road.

The moment the firelight flashed, the soldiers and soldiers were all stunned - there would be fire behind the grave, and there would be a strange noise, and then someone would fall to the ground, could it be a ghost?

Then there were two more bangs on the other two graves, this time a man and a mule were both shot, jumping and jumping, and causing chaos in the procession.

With the mass grave came a roar full of rage: "Hit! ”

There was a loud thud, and the screeching sound of the projectile piercing the air made the scalp tingle. The Mongolian soldiers screamed in sorrow, and they were beaten so that they couldn't find the north, not to mention the armor and the troops to face the battle, and they didn't even have time to take off their shields.

Shi Yang held the black star in both hands, drained the seven bullets in the magazine in one go, did not change the bullets, held the double-barreled shotgun in his hand, jumped out from behind the grave, and took one step to shoot, even when loading the shotgun, his footsteps did not stop. The pale white smoke of bullet casings fell one by one on the grass he walked, and the battlefield changed from the initial dense volley to a single shot with only one person and one shot.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom......

In order to prevent accidental injury, Wang Ping'an ordered Shi Yang to stop shooting when he jumped out of the grave.

It wasn't until Shi Yang was only seven or eight paces away from his opponent that the attacked Menghan soldiers finally reacted - not that the grave was haunted, but that there was an enemy attack, using a terrible weapon that had never been heard of before. It's just that it's too late, more than a dozen Menghan soldiers, from the moment the torch fell to the ground, just a little tea time, everyone was either dead or injured, and none of them were embarrassed.

With a click, two steaming shells were thrown to the ground. As Shi Yang continued to reload, a shrill sound characteristic of a shotgun sounded behind him - bang! At the same time, a sharp arrow slashed through Shi Yang's right cheek, bringing up a streak of blood.

This was also the only counterattack by Meng Yuan's side in the entire battle.

Shi Yang's face was expressionless, and he didn't wipe it, he straightened the barrel of the gun and walked straight to the Mongolian soldier who wanted to shoot him with a bow and arrow but was shot in the arm by Ding Xiaoyi, raised the gun - suddenly the muzzle of the gun turned, he didn't look at it, and shot the ground, hitting a Mongolian soldier who was struggling to pull out a short axe and wanted to throw it five or six steps away.

Shi Yang turned the muzzle of the gun again, pressed against the head of the Mongolian soldier, his eyes were cold, and he pulled the trigger - suddenly a hand reached out next to him and grabbed the barrel of the gun and lifted it up.

Boom!

A shot shot into the air, the shotgun knocked the Mongolian soldier's corrugated hat into the air, the Mongolian soldier's ears buzzed and roared, and the whole person was completely stupid.

"You ......" Shi Yang glared angrily, because the person holding up the barrel of the gun was Ding Xiaoyi.

Ding Xiaoyi let go of his hand, knocked the wooden sign representing the position of the head of the brand on the waist of the Mongolian soldier with the long barrel of the shotgun in his hand, and spit out two words: "Replacement." ”

Shi Yang's numb face finally had an expression, a cluster of flames lit up in his eyes, his fingers slowly released the trigger, the shotgun turned, and the butt of the gun fell hard......