Two companies of about 360 firecrackers fired together, and immediately overturned a lot of local thugs.

The minion on the right side of the Tiger gnawed on a dog and brought the Tiger to the ground. When the bloody face sat up, he saw the minion lying on the ground, and the cotton armor on his chest was torn out by the deformed lead. In the rotten hole, a broken bone with blood and white tendons rose high, announcing the fate of a dog.

"Leave me alone! Rush up! Rush up! Chop them all! The Tiger screamed in a hurry. He slammed his fist into the ground, as if to vent his grudge on the earth.

Seventy paces away, for a person who charges quickly, that's a moment.

The thugs who rushed ahead all had bright eyes, and they could see it clearly: behind a hazy white smoke, the Protector Army was standing still, reloading.

What a chance!

Years of combat experience have taught the Turbulrs that rushing into hand-to-hand combat before the enemy firecrackers are reloaded is the best time to use the power of broadswords and spears. As long as they are entangled together, the fire gun in the enemy's hand is not as good as the burning stick!

The local thugs rushed forward with luck, but the marching army was sparsely running, and there were too few people who could rush up at the first time.

However, the tyrants miscalculated again.

The local tyrant who rushed to the melee line was surprised to find that in front of the Shu army standing and loading, there was a row of Shu army squatting in the grass on the ground. The Shu Fu army in the front row stood up calmly, raised their guns and aimed, and then there was a rapid flash of fire.

Bang! Bang bang!

Even if the brothers here did not fall immediately, they were already covered in blood and crumbling.

The local thugs who rushed forward sporadically, in front of the dense three-row bayonet formation of the Protector Army, were just sending them to death.

The last two rows reloaded, and Cheng Weiguo, who was still unsatisfied, ordered the front row to squat, and there was another volley from the rear row. Then he whistled and all retreated.

The last two rows are equipped with only sons to fire from a distance, and the first two rows are equipped with shotguns to prepare, which is one of the new fire gun methods that Cheng Weiguo has learned.

The experimental materials sent by Songlin Mountain show that the new only son has a stable flight attitude, and the accuracy of long-range hits is significantly better than that of the old only son, and the power is almost the same.

The fully armed musket battalion, which had completed its shooting training, fired a salvo of the same number of stationary humanoid targets at a distance of 70 paces with the standard four-row column, and the last two platoons used the new one-son to fire a salvo of the same number of stationary humanoid targets at a distance of 70 paces, and the hit rate increased to nearly 30 percent, including a certain percentage of repeated hits. The first two platoons fired a salvo or free fire of shotguns at a distance of twenty or fifteen paces, respectively, and only one or two percent of the remaining seventy percent of the targets were unwounded.

These figures show that even taking into account the significant drop in the hit rate in a real combat environment, the Protector Army's fully armed artillery battalion can still easily defeat the same number of cold-armed troops.

"Open the door and meet a ghost, what kind of battle is this damn fighting!"

Seeing the tragic situation around him, the earth tiger covered his face with a tattered sleeve and cried.

……

In early summer, the sun sets later than in spring.

The bright yellow light makes the grass, trees, mountains and rocks near and far look unreal. The hot mountain wind, with the smell of blood and the choking smell of gunsmoke, slowly blew onto the gentle slope of the nameless mountain.

Wang Huaiyu stood knee-deep in the wild grass, and felt a sense of sadness for no reason.

The battle, which is already lost, is doomed after the first round of attack.

The official road under the mountain has become a trench filled with flesh and blood. Tree branches, deer barricades, horses and other obstacles were all blurred by the indistinguishable shape of the corpse and the flesh.

The Protector's cannon opened fire almost against the human body, cutting through the bloody corridors in the dense crowd again and again. At the end, there was a loud bang, and the light of fire and smoke cleared the dense crowd into a space more than a foot in diameter.

The tiger squat cannon was small in stature and loud in voice, and the rate of fire was amazing, and the iron sand sprayed out again and again turned the shaking figure into a zombie corpse.

Compared with the earth-shattering cannons, the firecrackers that dotted the defense line with clouds of white smoke were more terrifying.

From time to time, they breathed fire with the scream of the bamboo whistle, sweeping through thousands of armies like a big stick; From time to time, it rang out without intervals, like Lord Yama using a judge's pen to draw circles on the book of life and death.

Even so, the rebels managed to make their way into the camp in the first round of the attack. But the follow-up troops were quickly blown up by the gunpowder bags thrown by the Protectors who were not afraid of death. Few of the people who rushed into the camp retreated, and those who still fell outside the camp naturally became cowardly, and the subsequent attack became a perfunctory stop-and-go.

Another series of cannon shots woke up Wang Huaiyu who was in deep thought.

Wang Huaiyu could hear that this was a tiger squat cannon. The sound of artillery came from the north, louder and louder than before, indicating that the reinforcements of the Protector Army were probably occupying the Mengshan Stone Bridge and were attacking Mengjia Village or Mengjia Mountain.

On the other side of the Enyang River, cavalry from the Protector Army also appeared. They waved the scarlet banner and cheered on the brothers who were fighting to the death on the other side.

The two sides of the river are in harmony with each other, and it seems to be a grand song party.

Seeing the short and fat earth tiger and several large plates climbing from the hillside hand and foot, Wang Huaiyu thought sadly.

"This defeat has also cut off my own way of life. I can't die, how can I live! Mourn my misfortune, and anger my indisputable! ”

Several people shouted from afar:

"Strategist, where is the person in charge?"

"It's a good fight! Whether to fight or withdraw, hurry up and get an idea! ”

"The palm plate personally led the troops to Mengshan Bridge to supervise the battle! When he defeats the reinforcements, he will transfer his troops back! Before Wang Huaiyu could speak, a person behind him shouted. The man's name was Mashan Harrier, and his two huge front teeth were slanted and his lips were raised, so that he was domineering as soon as he spoke. Mashan Harrier was originally the man of Zhang Xian, the king of neatness, but recently he quickly turned around and became a close confidant of Yuan Tao, at least he himself thought so.

Several large plates came to him, Wang Huaiyu winked at them helplessly, signaling that someone behind him was staring, and it was inconvenient for him to speak.

The bloody tiger spat on his dirty spit, glanced at the Mashan harrier, and shouted at Wang Huaiyu:

"Strategist, when is it, still like a girl squeezing her eyebrows!"

This is your last chance! Wang Huaiyu laid down a heart.

He pretended to sigh, and then said almost word for word: "I once said to the palm plate on the side of the Bahe Mountain: If you fight, you will survive, and if you don't fight, you will die, and you will ...... to die."

"The military advisor said it!" Dilian Tiger hurriedly nodded to the big plates around him with their heads and brains covered.

"After fighting for so long, who is dying now? Who's in the Birthplace? Wang Huaiyu asked.

"Damn, of course we're dying!" The Ground Tiger and the Big Plate all screamed.

"What about the plate?" Wang Huaiyu reminded everyone with a smile.

Before the tiger could react, his ribs were suddenly pressed against a hard object. A few big plates looked around in a panic, only to find that a lot of people came up behind them, all of them were Mashan Harrier's minions.

In the blink of an eye, the situation was under control, and the Mashan Harrier was once again arrogant. He walked up to Wang Huaiyu and slapped him left and right more than a dozen times, causing Wang Huaiyu's mouth and nose to bleed:

"You're a thief! The palm plate has long let me guard against you. Without you, there would be no defeat today! ”

That's right, this battle is exactly what Wang Huaiyu suggested! Now I didn't eat the meat, but I broke a mouthful of teeth!

The tiger's eyes were on fire, and he elbowed the pawn with a knife next to him, and was about to step forward to hammer Wang Huaiyu to death.

"Thief? Hahaha! Wang Huaiyu sat on the ground sadly, looking up to the sky and laughing with tears in his eyes.

"What the fuck are you smirking at?" The ground tiger grabbed Wang Huaiyu's clothes fiercely, almost dragging his thin body off the ground.

"Laugh at you guys all a bunch of pig brains!"

A stream of blood foamed from Wang Huaiyu's mouth, and he shouted hoarsely at several large plates:

"Yuan Tao has already ridden away! You're still here stupidly waiting to fight for life and death! The contemptible people played with him to fight this battle, using the plan of killing themselves and reducing troops and saving food! Of course, it's good to be able to win, but you can hold some ground; If you can't win...... Then you will have to ask for more blessings.

Did you know? There is no food inside and outside Bashan! More than 10,000 of you fled, and only everyone starved to death! Don't say that hiding in the mountains is not enough to even flee to Hanzhong Mansion!

The little red wolf Wu Dading lit up the plate: Hanzhong Mansion is generally short of food. If you go to him and grab food, he will meet him with a knife. ”

What? The ground tiger was shocked, and a pair of big hands immediately softened.

"Yuan Tao really asked us to die? His 10,000 or 20,000 people...... Isn't it fucking that you've fled to Hanzhong Mansion? ”

"There was not enough food on the road, and the officers and soldiers guarded the dam patrol division, and the mouth was stuck, and at most seventy percent of them could survive to Hanzhong Mansion...... Unexpectedly, Yuan Tao even left the contemptible people behind! I hate that I followed him with lust for profit back then, and I was really blind to these dogs' eyes! ”

The truth is broken as soon as it is said.

The pale-faced Mashan Harrier saw that the situation was not good, and was about to slip away, when he remembered that his horse had also been eaten. Among the people abandoned by Yuan Tao, there is also himself.

"Boss! Boss! A minion ran up and shouted, "The Shu army is killing from behind!" ”

Perhaps confirming this sentence, a dense cannon sound suddenly sounded on the top of the nameless mountain.

A big red flag, reflecting the sunset in the west, facing the windy mountain wind, proudly unfurled on the top of the mountain.

Holding the red flag was none other than Feng Chenghao, deputy commander of the garrison battalion who led the team to attack. And beside him are Yao Chengguo, the battalion supervisor, and Ma Sizong, the platoon commander.

The battle in the Enyang River Valley was the last dying struggle of the Tu Tyrants, a group of bandits who did all kinds of evil, in the Shushui of Bashan.

The thirteen families of Yao and Huang, except for Yuan Tao, the king of heaven, led the remnants to flee to Shaanxi, and the rest of the more than 10,000 remnants were all captured in Mengjiashan by the Enyang River, providing a large number of free human resources for the increasingly prosperous construction of Shu.

With the end of the battle in the Enyang River Valley, Zhu Pingjian, the son of Shu, and his wife Luo Yuhong finally freed up their hands to deal with the budding danger.

Danger is often not in front of you, but behind you.