The first to break the strange silence was the strong bearded soldier of the nearest two people—he crawled a few feet, discarded the spear in his hand, drew a knife from his leggings, gasped, raised his arms with great difficulty, and smiled on his face: "Go to death!" ”

"Die!" The Song soldier who was lying on his back and seemed to be unable to move even a finger let out the same roar, violently pulled out the short gun that was pressed under him and had already been loaded, and aimed it at the Yuan soldier's jaw and snapped the plate, and the fire and smoke sprayed in unison.

Boom!

Hu Yuanbing's throat exploded, blood and flesh splashed, and the brain tissue was stirred into a paste by the lead that was rapidly swirling, and he died in an instant.

The sword fell to the ground with a sudden, narrowly brushing Song Bing's face, marking a bloody mark.

Almost at the moment when the gunshot rang out, Liang Ertiao suddenly turned over, pulled out the short gun on his waist, and yelled like thunder: "Fight!" ”

Bang bang!

At the top of the nameless peak, the fire flickered, the roar shook, and the smoke covered the entire mountain at once. The screams were endless, echoing and amplifying among the mountains, making people feel terrible.

A moment later, the whistling mountain breeze dispersed the smoke, revealing a shocking scene from the top of the mountain.

On the side of the Song army, there were long and short muskets, and nearly half of them held double-barreled and three-shot shotguns. A shotgun that shoots out a dozen lead pellets from a single shot less than ten paces away is a terrible nightmare for any army.

At this moment, the situation on the side of the Yuan army is no different from a nightmare - corpses are all over the field, blood is flowing like streams, intestines and intestines are visceral, brains and bones are broken, and half of the peak is covered. The wails of many wounded but not dead Yuan soldiers resounded through the valley, echoing in bursts, causing the large army of the Yuan army that had just arrived at the foot of the mountain to change color in shock.

Liu Zili's face was also difficult to look at, although he couldn't see the top of the mountain at the foot of the mountain, as long as he heard the heart-pounding gunshot, he could imagine what happened to the soldiers on the top of the mountain.

"Liu Meng, this waste! At such a close distance, Song Bing was even allowed to shoot unscrupulously, and this is not how to find death! Liu Zili's forehead was bruised, and he scolded Liu Meng for being a bastard. was scolding, suddenly a thought jumped into his mind, Liu Zili was stunned for a long time, almost wanted to slap himself, he finally understood that he had neglected a very important thing.

On the top of the mountain, Liu Meng also wanted to slap himself, just to confirm whether he was dreaming.

In just such a short tea effort, the elite 100-person team he brought, except for the dozen or so guys who were still climbing up the team that had fallen behind, the remaining seventy or eighty people were either killed or injured, and the whole team was exhausted. Even he had an arm broken by a projectile, half of his face was bloody and fleshy, one eye was blown out, and his eye socket was a mess of rotten flesh, which was extremely terrifying and extremely miserable.

"Why is this happening...... Liu Meng, who was extremely frightened, completely forgot about the pain and muttered to himself. Of course, he didn't need an answer, because the answer couldn't be clearer.

Physical strength, everything is due to physical strength.

In the era of cold weapons, physical strength comes first, without physical strength, you can't wield a knife, you can't lift a gun, you can't pull a bow, you can't lift a shield, and you can't even run if you want to run - how can a group of tired dog-like troops fight?

When the two armies desperately scrambled to seize the nameless peak, and finally reached the summit almost at the same time, the physical strength of the soldiers on both sides was basically exhausted. At this moment, the key to determining the outcome of the battle depends on the weapon.

It takes strength to open a bow, it takes strength to swing a sword, and it takes strength to a bayonet...... You only need to shoot a gun, and you don't need to have the strength to move your fingers, to be exact.

The physical exertion of the Dragon Sparrow soldiers was only greater than that of the Yuan soldiers, and they did not even have the strength to reload their muskets. If you are equipped with all rear-loading guns, such as shotguns, this is not a problem, but shotguns are only suitable for melee combat, so they must be equipped with flintlock pistols to assist in long-range fire.

However, before climbing the mountain, such a situation was also expected, so Shen Pingbo collected all the short guns of the above officers and handed them to the ten musketeers to use—the long-barreled flintlock musket could not be preloaded before the battle, but the short guns could.

The two armies reached the top and met on a narrow road, and the first striker could control people, and the latter would become dead.

After all, Liu Zili and Liu Meng lacked experience in fighting with muskets, and mechanically copied the experience of the battle of Qiongguan, thinking that as long as they were pasted, the muskets would lose their effectiveness. Indeed, under normal circumstances, this may be the case, but this wave is scrambling to climb up, and everyone is so tired that they almost lose their breath. The stickers are pasted, but what is the difference between a soldier who has lost his physical strength and a lamb to the slaughter?

And for the Song army's side, this is simply a direct collision with the muzzle of their own guns, how could the musketeers of the Dragon Bird Army let go of this meat sent to their mouths?

In a very short period of time, more than 80 Yuan soldiers who desperately climbed to the top of the Nameless Peak were brutally shot at close range without the power to fight back, and their blood flowed like streams, and their livers and brains were smeared on the ground, as if they were sent to the door as targets.

At this moment, the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, Liu Meng looked around blankly, and there were only seven or eight Yuan soldiers who could still stand beside him, all of them staggered and unstable, half of them were tired, half of them were frightened.

There was a strange sound on the other side. Liu Meng stared at the blood-red eyes, and saw that several Song soldiers were making strange movements, they actually broke the muskets in their hands into two, and then used their thumbs to push out the thick "explosions" from the shoulder straps, and then filled in the tail end of the "broken" musket barrel one by one, and the last barrel, the body of the gun returned to its original state. This click is the same sound that comes from straightening the barrel of the gun.

What kind of gun is this?

Liu Meng was dumbfounded, and a thin team general of the Song army opposite pointed at him coldly: "Kill!" ”

Liu Meng would not be restrained, raised the last bit of strength, roared like a tiger, picked up the mace and smashed it towards the team general.

As soon as he rushed out of two steps, Liu Meng's fat body was stunned, his hands were loosened, and his mace was taken off and smashed towards Liang Ertiao like a hidden weapon.

Almost at the same time, the two Song soldiers beside Liang Ertiao pulled the board machine together. There was a bang, and Liu Meng's face blossomed.

Shi Dazhuang rushed out from the side, roared violently and used the flagpole as a gun, tried his best, and slammed Liu out with a sonorous chest.

The mace swirled, making a scalp-numbing whistling sound flying past Liang Ertiao's ears, and the sharp hook teeth scraped off Liang Ertiao's half earlobe, and blood gushed out.

Liang Ertiao covered his ears, his black face turned pale, and it took a long time to spit out a sentence: "Mother's ...... Kill, kill, kill me! ”

In the sound of Liang Ertiao's killing, the sound of banggunfire was endless, and the remaining seven or eight yuan soldiers were beaten into a sieve before they even had time to raise the side cards.

The mountain wind blew, and the ground was full of corpses. The gunpowder smoke was surging, and more than a dozen figures running for their lives were faintly visible not far from the top of the mountain......

Liu Meng, who was violently knocked into the air, howled miserably, his body rolled all the way, and the gourd seemed to roll from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and did not stop until it was exhausted. At this time, Liu Meng was afraid that his own mother would not be able to recognize him, lying there like rotten flesh, bloody rotten meat.

Deserved, a brittle sound of horses' hooves echoed through the valley. The horse's hooves came to a halt in front of the rotten meat. His gaze moved up, revealing Liu Zili's cold and hard face.

Tuk Tuk, the horsewhip in his hand lightly tapped the horse boots, Liu Zili raised his face, stared at the nameless peak that was not high, and calmly gave an order: "Those who flee back, behead!" The whole army is ready to storm the nameless peak! ”