On the fourth day of the seventh month, the weather was hot and humid, and on the top of the peak of Duzhou Mountain, several new soldiers of the new annex army on duty were darker than the other, all shirtless, wiping their sweat with a damp cloth from time to time, and there was no way to complain.

"This weather doesn't let people live." A thin black soldier who had been turned into black charcoal and only had white whites of his eyes on his body complained bitterly, "I sweated all night last night, and I couldn't sleep at all!" ”

"That's it." Another sturdy black soldier raised his arm to show his accomplice a pale wound, "It was sticky with sweat, and when the sticky sea breeze blew, it was like lying in salt water." My arm was scratched by a hard branch when I was cutting down a tree a few days ago, and I was soaked in sweat, and my mother ......

"This beacon has no shade or vines, it is bare and sunburned all day and night, and it is stuffy like a steamer, and there are people who are not hot and dead." The third soldier holding a plain wooden gun fanned hard with Fan Yangli, hoping to fan out some cool breeze, but unfortunately it was all hot air.

One by one, the soldiers complained, and finally looked at the leader of the flag.

The head of the flag is a black and thin man, with prominent cheekbones, a bearded chin circle, and although he is thin, his arms and knuckles are thick. At this time, he was adjusting a step bow in his hand, and as he continued to twist the string, the original "C" shaped bow arm slowly curved into a "B" shape. When the bow was just bent to a proper arc, the corners of the black thin man's mouth also bent into an arc - pop! The bowstring snapped suddenly, and the bow arm bounced and straightened, buzzing and trembling.

The thin black man's smile froze, and he suddenly stood up and slammed his bow on the ground: "Fuck the hell!" Lao Tzu didn't say anything about the glue, and the three strings were all broken! No bow and arrow to play with fucking eggs! It's over! ”

Several sergeants on duty hurriedly persuaded: "Flag head, my bow is the same, I can't use it at all." ”

"That's right, Qitou, we can't use the bow, and the Song soldiers can't use it either, everyone fights with knives and guns, who is afraid of whom."

The flag head glared at several sergeants under his command and shouted, "Lao Tzu is a crossbowman!" A crossbowman who has been practicing for more than ten years! If you don't use the bow and sword, you don't think you'll die fast enough, right? ”

The black thin soldier said: "I heard that there are only two or three hundred people in the vanguard of the Song army, and we can't kill him if we beat him one out of ten." ”

The flag head snorted angrily: "The one who believes in it, I'm afraid I don't know how to die......

The sergeant with the plain wooden gun suddenly pointed to the sea, his eyes bulging: "Look, what is that?" ”

Several sergeants were shocked and turned their heads to look south.

In the distance, five sailboats come into view. In the South China Sea, there are many boats, merchant ships, and fishing boats, and it is not unusual for them to come and go endlessly. It's just that on the tips of the masts of these five sailing ships, what is fluttering is not the white flag issued by Meng Yuan for the city ship, nor the Nanyang tribute envoy color flag, but the yellow silk banner with red gold background and vermilion thundercloud pattern on the side and the four-clawed green dragon and soaring flame vermilion bird.

"Song, Song Army Banner!" The thin black soldier screamed.

"And the Dragon Sparrow Banner, that's coming." The black face of the flag head sank, he took a deep breath, exhaled and opened his voice, "Open the lid and light the beacon fire!" ”

……

In the cross shot, the wolf smoke is straight, a column soars into the sky, and it can be seen for dozens of miles. Farther away on the Chilong Mountain in Wanning, there are also pillars of smoke soaring into the sky,

Zhao Lie kept turning the camera, and his mouth was slurking: "Not bad, there are still high-end goods like wolf dung." ”

Kuromaru's big tongue voice came from the top of the mast: "Commander, Deputy Commander Jiang and Commander Ouyang have all sent a message that they are willing to lead their troops to capture this island. Really? ”

Zhao Lie thought for a while and shook his head: "No, their soldiers are all veterans, and they have almost practiced, and my soldiers haven't had a chance to practice yet-Ding Xiaoqi and Zhang Junbao." ”

"In!" The two teenagers spoke in unison and stepped out of the ranks of the attendants.

Zhao Lie handed over to the two of them a sketch map of Duzhou Mountain that he got from Fanshang: "There are about 30 soldiers on the island, all of them are new annexes, fully equipped, but the bows and arrows are not usable. How long will it take to take the island by pulling your whole team up, one-on-one? ”

What the business wants is profit, and it does not work for any party alone. Ma Fuji can get information from these people, and Zhao Lie can do the same.

Ding Xiaoqi and Zhang Junbao lowered their heads and looked at the sketch of Duzhou Mountain for a while, glanced at each other, nodded to each other, turned their heads and said in unison: "From the time you land on the island, a stick of incense." ”

"Good! There is no joke in the army, remember what you say. Zhao Lie played with the scope, word by word, "Take a stick of incense and record the merits of the whole team; If you can't take it or overtime, you will be guilty of reactive work. Do you understand? ”

"Whoa!"

The junior team consisted of thirty-two people, eight armed with pistols, twenty-four armed with shotguns, twenty of whom were armed with freshly produced double-barreled shotguns, each with twelve rounds of ammunition. What would be the result of such an army, which is fully equipped with modern weapons, against a cold-armed army in the Middle Ages?

Knowing that it was a junior team, I saw the only all-rear-loading gun team in the whole army lined up in three rows on the bow deck, with the revolver on the waist, the black star shining silver, and the shotgun on the shoulder was dark and black...... Jiang Fenglie and Ouyang Guanhou could only secretly sigh that these teenagers were really lucky, how could there be any reason to be invincible with such a weapon? The meritorious service is as straight as a backhand.

The first batch of forty double-barreled shotguns, half of which were rationed to the sea team and half to equip the junior team, were sold out as soon as they left the factory. The rest of the troops want to equip, but they can only wait patiently, and they may not be able to take their turn.

The junior team jumped on two sampans in batches and sailed to Duzhou Mountain Island to the sound of four boatmen.

In this youth team, there are only 12 people who have experience in battle formations, and the remaining 20 people only joined the team after the Battle of Xiangshan, and they have been trained for nearly two months, but it is the first time to fight.

Zhang Junbao, the team support officer, walked from the bow to the stern of the boat, and patted his shoulders one by one: "It's okay, just do it during training on weekdays, just treat those new attached sergeants as straw man targets during training." As long as you can play half or even 30% of your training results, the battle will be won, and no one will be fine......"

Maybe it's due to hard training or a wandering military career, the former chubby Zhang Junbao is not only taller, but also slimmed down, the furry on his lips has also turned black, his demeanor is a lot calmer, and only his eyes are as flexible as before. He tucked the imitation 54 in his waist, even if he walked between the high and low and swaying planks, his steps were still steady, and it was obvious that this period of hard training had brought his skills to a higher level.

Ding Xiaoyi, the escort officer on the other sampan, was not so mother-in-law, shook the revolver in his hand, and clicked over one by one: "You, don't shrink, straighten your waist!" You, your face is so white, seasick? And you, Lu Qiyang, don't think that you can wipe your tears when you are the youngest, Yuan Bing slashed with a knife, but it doesn't matter if you are twelve years old or not! ”

Under the encouragement of the two captains and deputy officers with different styles, the morale of the teenagers has increased slightly.

With two bangs, the sampan hit the shore reef one after another.

The grasshopper was the first to jump onto the reef, holding the three-shot shotgun in one hand, and the bolt rang out, and the shotgun was loaded. As soon as he ran a few steps, he suddenly paused and looked back, and said to the two boats of young men: "Remember what Dutong once said to us - we are the only firearms team in the world, God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, and tears all obstacles in the way with a metal storm." Each one of you has to be worthy of the gun in your hand! ”