It's still the hut, it's still the bonfire, but there is one less person sitting around the campfire, a respectable elder.

Shi Yang brought back the news that the other two families on the island had been killed. Those who will hide on this desert island are mostly old and weak, and as long as they are a little disobedient, the Tartars will not be soft. is like Ding Laohan's family, if it weren't for Zhao Lie's coincidence, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The atmosphere was a little depressing, and even more inexplicably agitated.

The sailors and handymen by the other campfire and Tu Laosan, who was tied to a wooden stake, also felt it, and they were all silent.

Zhao Lie sat cross-legged, with a Remington shotgun on his lap, and Ding Xiaoqi beside him kept staring at the gun, not willing to take his eyes off.

Ma Nanchun also sat cross-legged, with his sleeves on his knees, and looked at Zhao Lie from time to time, as if he was first acquaintance, and he was surprised in his scrutiny. Since Zhao Hunt killed five strong enemies and turned the tables in one fell swoop, Ma Nanchun has been looking at him with such eyes. Between the words, he also changed the tone of the previous principal and became negotiable. Just like this bonfire discussion, Ma Nanchun asked Zhao Lie to be the first to speak.

Shi Yang's eyes also changed when he looked at Zhao Lie, with a little awe and a little worship. The thinking of fighting Han in the army is very simple, only obey the strong, only believe in fists, and only worship grace and righteousness. These three things Zhao Lie showed one by one today, and Shi Yang couldn't help but be impressed.

The palace maid Shu'er was in a coma from beginning to end at the time of the incident, and she didn't see the scene of Zhao Hunt showing her might, and it was better to hear it than to witness it after all, and she was very stimulated, so she only stared at the fire with her knees on her knees at this time, and maintained this posture from the beginning to the present, and it was estimated that it could last until the bonfire was extinguished.

The fisherman girl looked at the bright morning star in the night sky, her eyes reflected the starlight, and she had a coldness, and the first to break the silence was this cold girl: "If you have anything to say, say it quickly, and we will go to the wake after listening." ”

Zhao Lie gave an apologetic look: "Okay, that's a long story short." Let's talk about what we want to do and where we want to go, and see if we can come to a consensus. Brother Ma, you say it first. ”

Ma Nanchun flicked his sleeves and said in a loud voice: "The Ma family has wealth in Xiangshan, and his brother Nanbao is worried about the country and loyal to the monarch, and he has already vowed to fight with the Tartars to the end." A certain general will return to Xiangshan and fight again with his brother. If all the righteous people here help us, they will be treated as guests. ”

Ma Nanchun said that all the righteous people, but his eyes looked directly at Zhao Lie, full of eagerness and expectation, and he showed it all.

Zhao Lie nodded, didn't answer, and turned his gaze to Shi Yang: "What did Brother Shi say?" ”

Shi Yang's gaze inadvertently swept over Shu'er, looked at Ma Nanchun, and then turned back to Zhao Lie, patting the Mongolian knife on his waist: "I just want to be a knife to kill Tartars, whoever makes it easy, I will follow whomever I want." ”

Zhao Lie looked at Ding Xiaoqi beside him, and his eyes stopped on Sister Xiaoqi: "I know Xiaoxiao's wishes, what do you think?" ”

The girl bit her lip, looked directly at Zhao Lie, and said word by word: "Our sisters and brothers are of the same heart, and we want to pay tribute to Grandpa and the villagers at the head of the Tartar leader!" ”

"Tartar leader." Shi Yang glanced at Tu Laosan and said, "In the afternoon, Ma Chengzhi and I interrogated this traitor, he is a servant soldier of Tartar Buhe. Buhe is the head of the brand (the head of the ten), they are ordered by the boss, a hundred households called something...... Hey, what's it called. ”

"It's called Bargan." Tu Laosan was busy responding.

"Yes, Bagan."

The Ding family brothers exchanged glances with each other and nodded heavily: "It's him." ”

"Okay, I'll help you get revenge, but you also have to promise me one thing." Zhao Lie grabbed Ding Xiaoyi's arm and looked at Sister Xiaoyi, "If you take revenge, just follow me, don't ask where to go." ”

"Good!" Sister Xiao Xiao nodded without hesitation.

Ma Nanchun clapped his hands excitedly: "Ah! Since we are willing to work together, why not join forces to fight against the Tartars. I have people in Xiangshan who have food, swords and guns, and my brother has also recruited strong men, and they will train day and night, and they will soon become a strong army, and they will be ...... at the right time."

Zhao Lie shook his head: "In addition to the Tartar extermination, the responsibility is heavy, and I am afraid that a few of us small people will not be able to bear it." We only take revenge, and it is targeted revenge - only to kill Bagan. ”

Ma Nanchun shook his head with a smile, and then said: "Brother Zhao doesn't know, the hundred households of Tartar are not as good as the hundred households of those rotten streets of the new annexed army, even if I have five hundred sons and daughters in Xiangshan, I may not be able to kill one hundred households of Tartar." Brother Zhao alone, even if he has a strange weapon, I'm afraid it will be difficult to ......"

"And me!"

"And me!"

The former voice is Ding Xiaoyi, and the latter voice is Sister Xiaoxiao.

Ma Nanchun still laughed, but it turned into a wry smile.

Zhao Lie nodded in agreement: "Yes, I definitely can't do it alone, even if I have this, it's not enough." Zhao Lie patted the black star on his waist, then grabbed the shotgun and flashed it to Ma Nanchun and Shi Yang, "But it's different with it." ”

Zhao Lie said, and threw the shotgun to Ding Xiaoqi: "Xiaoqi, you come." ”

"Okay!" Ding Xiaoqi excitedly took the gun, looked around for the target, and suddenly raised the gun to his shoulder, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the door panel of his hut.

"Xiaoyi, what are you doing!" Before the little sister could stop it, she was stunned by a loud noise.

Boom! The fire was dazzling, the sound was like thunder, and white smoke was gushing. The door panel seven or eight meters away made a beeping sound, shook violently, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Except for Zhao Lie and Ding Xiaoqi, the rest of the people were all stupid.

In terms of being well-informed, no one present is out of the right. He had seen bamboo muskets, and he had also seen the Song Army's standard firearms thunder. However, the power of thunder is limited, and only the sound is quite scary. And the bamboo torch is fireworks, to put it bluntly, it is also scary, and it is scary with fireworks.

And at this moment, the iron cylinder in Ding Xiaoqi's hand is like thunder, and the fireworks are like muskets, but the power is so amazing......

Shi Yang got Zhao Lie's signal, hurriedly ran over to carry the door panel, and went to the bonfire. The fire was bright and clearly illuminated, and there were more than a dozen holes in the door panel, which Shi Yang poked through with his little finger.

There was a toothache-like inhalation on the field.

Ding Xiaoqi grinned and rubbed his shoulders, carried a gun on his shoulder, and proudly inspected the audience.

The sailors and handymen cast their eyes on Ding Xiaoqi, awe and fear. When Ding Xiaoyi's gaze touched Tu Laosan, the horror in the latter's eyes could not be concealed, and he hurriedly lowered his head to avoid it, trembling slightly, for fear that the next moment this little evil star would use that terrible weapon aimed at him.

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes rolled, the corners of his mouth rose, and he slowly raised his gun to Tu Laosan.

Tu Laosan was almost frightened, struggled and shouted for mercy, and said that he would do it anyway, despite the blood marks on his arms and wrists that were strangled by thick ropes.

Zhao Lie put his hand on the barrel of the gun and shook his head. Ding Xiaoqi put down the gun stupidly, if it wasn't for this guy to lead the way and identify the Tartar dog Baihu, the shot just now would not be aimed at the door but the head of this villain.

Zhao Lie held a shotgun in his hand and showed it to Ma Nanchun and Shi Yang: "This is a shotgun, specializing in fighting beasts." The Tartar is fiercer than the beast, and it is just right to deal with it. ”

Shi Yang looked at the dense holes on the door panel, and then looked down at the Mongolian knife he was proud of at his waist, and suddenly had an urge to throw the knife far away.

Ma Nanchun's eyes were fixed on the shotgun, and he was short of breath: "How many strange weapons are there in Brother Zhao?" ”

"It's no problem to equip a hundred and ten people. The most important thing is ......" Zhao Lie raised his chin towards Ding Xiaoyi, turned his head and said meaningfully, "Brother Ma didn't see something?" ”

Ma Nanchun was stunned for a moment, his eyes shifted from the shotgun in Zhao Lie's hand to Ding Xiaoyi, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he jumped up from the ground: "You don't need a strong man, the boy can hold it!" Strange Weapon! What a strange weapon! ”

Ancient warfare was implemented to soldiers, and to put it bluntly, it was individual work: training, formation, and fighting. Whether it is shooting arrows behind the battle, or slashing with a gun and bayonet before the battle, you need physical strength, and the stronger the better. If you don't have physical strength, you can't be strong enough, to put on a pair of armor, such as nearly fifty pounds of foot armor, which can make it difficult for you to move an inch.

The so-called recruitment of soldiers recruits is the strong; A strong army is a strong army, and what is strong is the courage to fight.

However, this strange weapon in front of him turned all this upside down,

Ding Xiaoqi, less than 14 years old, less than five feet tall, with yellow muscles and thin muscles, weak and can't help but wind. If such a person goes to become a soldier, the recruiter will not even look at it. Even if he sneaks into the barracks and gives him a knife, he can't cut the enemy's armor, but he is afraid that once the battle starts, he will die the fastest and most worthless.

However, it was such a thin young man who was not even an inferior soldier, holding an iron pipe, and with a slight movement of his index finger, he could knock a heavy door panel seven or eight steps away. If it's a personal ...... No, even two or three people will break through in an instant. With such a magical weapon, what else do you need to recruit? The elderly, weak, women and children can go into battle to kill the enemy, and their combat effectiveness is not inferior to that of elite soldiers or even surpasses them.

The pattern of war has been turned upside down!

Ma Nanchun didn't think so far for a while, at this time he was only ecstatic, and stepped forward to hold Zhao Lie's hands: "Brother Zhao, you have a strange weapon, I have a manpower, how about you and I join forces, how about doing a big job?" ”

Handshake is handshake, pull and pull what to do. Zhao Lieqiang resisted the idea of throwing Ma Nanchun out with a counter-grab, laughed, shook Ma Nanchun with his palm, and quietly withdrew his hand when the other party was a little in pain and relaxed, and shook his head: "Brother Ma, I don't have much knowledge, but I have also heard the saying of 'Tai'a upside down'." These weapons, you also said are strange weapons. I wouldn't equip them with these out-of-age weapons unless I really trust them, or someone I have complete control over. ”

Ma Nanchun may not have understood the meaning of "super-era weapons", but he did understand the meaning of Zhao Lie's "trustworthy person" and "completely controlled person". He thought for a while, raised his head and said, "What Brother Zhao said is very true, but at this level, please rest assured, if Brother Zhao is willing to give in, he will be worthy of his wishes." ”

Zhao Lie smiled, noncommittal, and only said: "Brother Ma can go back to Xiangshan first and discuss with Brother Ling." ”

Ma Nanchun nodded, knowing that he was too careful, and this matter really needed to be discussed with his eldest brother. I secretly made up my mind that such a strange person and strange weapon must not be missed, so I arched my hand and said no more.

"In that case, let's do it!" Zhao Lie stretched out a palm, and no one responded for a long time, only seeing bewildered faces.

Zhao Lie flicked his head in disappointment, grabbed Ding Xiaoyi's hand and pressed it on the back of his palm, and gestured to Sister Xiaoyi. The latter realized, hurriedly put a hand on the back of his brother's hand, and then looked at Shu'er. Shu'er was still hesitating, and the eldest sister impatiently grabbed her palm and pressed it on the back of her palm.

Shi Yang saw that Ma Nanchun seemed to be moving, so he hurriedly threw down the door panel, hurriedly stepped forward, and pressed the back of Shu'er's hand first. Shu'er's face flushed, and she was about to withdraw her hand, when the back of her hand sank—Ma Nanchun's big hand had covered it.

There are only five or six people, each with their own ideas. There are those who want revenge, those who want to fight back, those who follow the crowd, and an outlier who stirs all this.

What happens when these people come together?