The Earthquake King Bai Jiaolong, the Snatching King Wang Youjin and the Neat King Zhang Xian led their troops into the Yuxi Farm one after another.

There were less than 1,000 officers and soldiers in the town, and they were commanded by a garrison surnamed Zhang. Zhang Shoubei was obviously not as good as Li Xiangchun, and he panicked in front of the menacing local thugs. He asked Ma Gan to cross the river and retreat, but was reprimanded by Ma Gan on the spot, so he had to go out to meet the battle. Not long after, a soldier came to report that Zhang Garrison had been beheaded by Bai Jiaolong's men, and the soldiers were fleeing.

At this time, Yang Mingshi, the supervisor who had changed his armor, took the initiative to ask Ying to take the soldiers into battle to fight hard. Ma Gan greatly appreciated Yang Mingshi's courage in asking for his life in danger, and immediately agreed, but instructed him to withdraw the soldiers to the core position in their entirety, and never fall in love with war.

The presence of the prison army in the battle as scholars greatly boosted the fighting spirit of the soldiers. The officers and men of the Zhang battalion gradually got rid of the panic and stabilized their positions. Relying on the narrow and undulating streets and alleys, they inflicted a lot of casualties on the local rioters, and on the other hand, they gradually shrank back to the core position of the heel part of the fishing creek field.

The core position is located on the high ground of the riverbank, and there are five large houses, not far from each other. There are deep and high walls outside, grain and gunpowder inside, and there are blocked by horses, deer and newly built brick walls between the houses.

The local rioters were extremely satisfied with the results they had achieved, and did not bite the retreating officers and soldiers, but spread out into the houses and began to rummage through the cabinets, thus giving the retreating officers and soldiers time to breathe. Yang Mingshi seized this precious opportunity to reorganize the defense affairs.

He left one hundred to one hundred and fifty defenders in each of his houses, and declared that those who retreated would be beheaded. He personally led 300 people as a reserve, and wherever there was police support.

This effort quickly paid off.

When the local thugs came out of the courtyard door with their bare hands, they finally understood that they had been fooled: everywhere was empty! All the good things are hidden in the compound guarded by the officials and soldiers.

However, there were two civilian officials who were determined to die to serve the country and nearly 1,000 officers and soldiers who hoped to divide the land and land.

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It was getting dark, and a dark cloud obscured the sun. Yuxi Farm, this thousand-year-old town surrounded by verdant mountains, did not know at all that the last moment before her destruction had arrived.

Ma Gan, dressed in a red official robe, sat behind the desk in the main hall, as if waiting to be promoted to the court to ask about the case. The shouts of killing, the sound of cannons, the cries of pain, the noise outside the courtyard walls, as if the things of another world had nothing to do with him. His servant Ma Sizong, dressed in half-body armor and carrying a waist knife, stood at the door of his hall, nervously listening to the movement outside.

Ma Gan called his servant's name: "Ma Sizong, can Prime Minister Wen memorize the poems?" ”

Wen Tianxiang's poems have been handed down a lot. But Ma Sizong has followed the master all his life and knows which sentence the master wants to hear.

"Who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat!"

"Well, good! The time has come for my lord's servant to sacrifice his life for righteousness! ”

"Master, didn't Zhang Jiangye ask the master to set fire to the house as a last resort?" Ma Sizong hesitated for a while, and finally asked out loud.

Ma Gan shook his head and said, "He was desperate, so he made this decision!" When the house burned, maybe the local thug didn't burn, but he was trapped in the fire. ”

"That's not for sure! The house outside the trench has been torn down in a big circle! Ma Sizong muttered quietly.

Ma Sizong's dissatisfaction pulled Ma Gan out of the dream of personal heroism, and also made him finally notice this servant who had followed him for many years.

"Sizong, you are a relative of the official, and you followed the official from Yunnan to Sichuan to take up a post. Guang'an, Kuizhou...... Especially the ...... in Kuizhou"

Thinking of the tragedy under the city of Kuizhou, Ma Gan couldn't help but close his eyes.

"This official prides himself on being honest and honest, and he has nothing to reward you......"

After waiting for many years, he finally waited for this sentence on this fiery battlefield, how could Ma Sizong not grasp it?

"Master, the little ones don't want to be paid, they just want to ask the master for a chance!"

"What chance?"

"Go into battle and kill the enemy!"

"Oh? Do you want to be as far away as Ban Dingyuan, and throw a pen from Rong? ”

"The little one, please do it!" Ma Sizong knelt down.

"Alright! There are also thirty guards here, all of whom you are familiar with. You take them all with you, and listen to Lord Yang's orders! ”

"Sir, ...... you"

"It's useless to keep them, it's better to go out and fight to the death."

"Yes, sir!"

"Remember!"

Ma Gan summoned Ma Sizong in front of him, pressed his shoulders with both hands, and commanded word by word: "You organize them into a row of three shifts, a squad of ten people, and the number is the temporary independent platoon of Yuxi of the Protector Army!" You report this number to Lord Yang and say that you will listen to his command. He is a smart man, and he will understand the intentions of the officials! ”

"Remember! Master! Please take care! ”

Ma Ganmu sent Ma Sizong's back away, and pulled out the sword on the table inch by inch. The world is in turmoil, emphasizing military force over literature, and even his own servants have obeyed. Ma Gan felt that he had the responsibility to prove the value of civil officials and prove his worth to the world and to the prince he had never met.

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Before you know it, the sun is gone. It was overcast, and there was a cool breeze. However, the cooler weather did not cool down the battlefield, on the contrary, the desperate struggle between the officials and thieves became more tragic.

Xing 100,000 Hu Jiusi cut off the heads of a dozen people who were running around on the battlefield, reorganized the team, and then threw all his strength towards the rudimentary shield car defense line between Yuxi Temple and the barn. The shield car defense line was swallowed up by a sea of people almost immediately, and then ...... And then there was the disaster of the tyrants.

Yuxi Temple and the barn faced the crowd tactics of the soil rioters, and frantically used their firepower to knock down the soil rioters who passed by in pieces. When the local rioters were dizzy, they were once again charged and killed by the official cavalry.

This time, Zhang Zuokai and Li Xiangchun did not save their strength, and the two took the lead in rushing to kill. More than 1,000 reorganized infantry also attacked the Tu Tyrant from three sides from the Yuxi Temple, the barn, and the shield car defense line. If it weren't for the 500 cavalry put together by the four local tyrants to come up in time to charge, it is estimated that this defeat would be enough to collapse the entire line of the local tyrants.

After this defeat, the local tyrants had no choice but to regroup. Hu Jiusi learned from the pain and decided that the official army's insistence on the two strongholds of Yuxi Temple and the barn and the iron cavalry counterattack that lost no time were the main culprits of the defeat of the righteous army. To win, we must first pull out the two strongholds of Yuxi Temple and the barn.

The barn hanging in the middle of the field was of course easier to fight than Yuxi Temple, so Hu Jiu Siding quickly mobilized all his troops. Five hundred cavalry, lined up between the Yuxi Temple and the barn, confronted the official cavalry. 3,000 infantry attacked Yuxi Temple and pinned down the defenders; Three thousand elite soldiers attacked the barn and tried to eat it in one fell swoop. Three thousand infantry lined up behind the cavalry and acted as a reserve.

The infantry lined up behind the cavalry, which was contrary to common sense. However, Hu Jiusi did this, and he had a reason: if the official cavalry continued to carry out a counter-attack, he would use his own cavalry to hedge against the official army, and use the advantage in the number of men and horses to eliminate the official cavalry, or at least drive them out of the battlefield.

Hu Jiusi's idea is really good.

Cavalry hedging is a lose-lose style of play, life and death are in an instant, and wearing double iron armor can't prevent the high-speed sprint of the cavalry gun. Besides, the battlefield is narrow, and once the cavalry of the officer army with fewer numbers is entangled by the cavalry of the local tyrants, then the numerical superiority of the local tyrants will play a major role.

However, Hu Jiusi still overestimated the combat power of the Turbulent Cavalry. When the Tyrant cavalry drove to the designated area to line up, a loud bang erupted from the direction of the barn. With a loud bang, a black iron bullet flew towards the Turriot cavalry at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before the shells could hit, several untrained horses were frightened. Not only did they knock the riders to the ground, but they also caused panic in the Turlock cavalry brigade. In front of thousands of tyrants, a gray-black and white-spotted horse slammed its rider into the deer in front of the barn and fell into the trench. After a burst of screaming and neighing, the man and the horse never showed up again.

Cheng Weiguo sneered and watched the frightened horses fall into the trench. The rider on the horseback was frightened by the crazy mount, and only hugged the horse's neck and howled, still unable to escape the fate of being pierced through the body by sharp bamboo sticks.

"This is the heinous fate of thieves!" Cheng Weiguo had to open his hair and yelled at his subordinates, "Everyone get ready, this time the local rioters are coming!" ”

"When did they ever come to the void?" A veteran replied dissatisfied.

Cheng Weiguo didn't mess with the old guys as usual. Because he found out from the observation hole that the thug had come up.

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It turned out that the bamboo ladder had been taken away by the officials and soldiers, and this time I had to take the bamboo ladder again. A young and thin thug was forced by the leader's knife and was the first to step on it. The bamboo ladder swayed under his feet, forcing him to keep an eye on his feet. It was this one who took his life.

The trenches on the periphery of the barn were very different from those on the defensive line: not only were they wide and deep, but they also had bamboo sticks of different lengths stuck at the bottom. A dead man sat at the bottom of the ditch with his hands down, his back facing the sky, his eyes wide open, and the corners of his mouth and cheeks foamed with red blood. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that a bamboo stick had penetrated through the dead man's anus and emerged from his large open mouth, revealing a small piece of bloody bamboo stick head.

Not! Wow! The young thug could no longer control the churning in his stomach and crouched down and vomited. At this moment, another thug roughly stepped on the bamboo ladder. The local tyrant who was squatting was swayed by the bamboo ladder, the soles of his feet slipped, and he screamed and fell to the bottom of the ditch, following in the footsteps of his predecessors.

"Damn the waste, it's all for Lao Tzu!"

Seeing that the teacher was unfavorable, the leader brandished his waist knife, turned his head and shouted at his minions and rushed forward. As soon as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a gun sticking out of the wall. Years of battlefield experience made him not think, almost instinctively pounced forward, lying on the ground.

Bang! Bang! Rumble!

Guns fired in unison.

A grain of iron grazed the leader's shoulder, slicing his upturned ass and breaking the footbar of the latecomer.

"Kill!"

The sharp pain from the hip made the leader howl and slam the ground and slap the blade:

"Whoever doesn't go up castrated by Lao Tzu!"

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The local thugs of Bashan have long been familiar with the dirt wall against the earthen wall.

A hard iron tip slammed into the wall, swaying up and down from side to side, and soon a large hole was created. The archers lined up in the back to prevent the defenders from showing their heads and to cover the iron-tipped operators.

But this time, the old methods of the local thugs are somewhat out of order.

It wasn't the soft earthen walls that became impregnable concrete walls, but the combination of distances between the walls and the trenches made it particularly difficult for them to exert force with iron tips.

The trench was excavated almost close to the wall, and the length of the iron tip was not so long, and the local thug had to stand on the rickety bamboo ladder to exert his strength on the iron tip. Once they slip under their feet, the dead man at the bottom of the ditch is their fate. The defenders made use of the small holes in the wall and did not need to show their heads in the wall. In addition to the smoking firearms, there were arrows and spears that swooped out. The archers on the outside could not cover the iron tip at all, and even if they used the projectile method, it was difficult for them to hurt the defenders inside.

When Cheng Weiguo was building the fortifications, he made a lot of crooked brains. His veterans are not idiots. More than ten years of battlefield experience have taught them many ways to harm others.

The stench permeated the narrow earthen walls, and even without a roof, the moving air could not take away the smell. A two-grip-thick pump reached into the hot cauldron, and the disgusting yellow soup was tumbling in the pot. As soon as the bamboo pole was pulled, the yellow soup was immediately pumped into the bamboo tube, making the outer wall of the bamboo tube hot.

"The golden juice is here! Move! Move! "A soldier with a wet cloth over his mouth and nose, strips of cloth on his hands, and a copper cymbal on his chest rushed out with a steaming cylinder, and the mouth of the cylinder was steaming hot.

All the officers and men fled as if they were hiding from the plague god, leaving him alone to occupy a large shooting hole. The soldier grasped the end of the pump with both hands, and then slammed the lever against the cymbal on his chest: with a "poof", the hole in the mouth of the barrel spewed hot dung.

Outside the wall, several local thugs were standing on the shaking bamboo ladder and smashing the wall together, and the hot yellow soup came to their faces.

Hahaha!

Cheng Weiguo, who was observing the hole, saw it really and laughed. But in the blink of an eye, he couldn't laugh anymore:

A Furlong cannon was carried by two flat poles to the earthen wall, less than seventy paces away from him.