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Guan Feng pulled it together, and then pulled out the copper bolt, he filled in a single-headed bullet with a fixed paper tube, and pushed the copper bolt in. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He had already seen the smoke emitted from the salt purlin, and at the same time heard Yang Xianggong's angry order.

Each of the three marksmen crouched at the top of the battlement, and with his best distance and line of sight, he "Kakaka" pulled down the hammer until he reached the maximum position to be fired, and then aimed at the figure behind the salt purlin.

He had already seen the bandit, who was hiding behind a salt purlin, his head wrapped in a red scarf looming.

The salt purlin was no more than half a man tall, but he could hide there to reload and fire, probably using a thunderbolt.

After Zhao Shizhen's invention, people in the north and south of the country have been using it one after another.

Although there was a lot of air leakage when the son and mother were connected, and it was not easy to equip them on a large scale, some sergeants still modified them themselves for the convenience of loading in the breech.

For example, Brother Hu Yan has also used the thunderbolt before, in addition to the connection between the son and the mother, there is a retainer, he also got inspiration from the "Xuanyuan gun", and added a guard plate in the back, although it has some impact on aiming, but if the breech leaks, it will not hurt his eyes and face.

The bandit was afraid that the same would be the case, he had a very high accuracy in his shot, and according to the configuration of the thunderbolt, after he fired a shot, there should be four more guns, and he couldn't let him fight any more.

Guan Feng squinted, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his gaze focused on the occasional skull.

His expression was calm, and his hand was gently resting on the trigger.

Suddenly, he pulled it.

With a loud bang, a violent burst of smoke erupted from the mouth of the gun, and the target's head was thrown back heavily, and a mist of blood splattered out, as if the skulls had been opened.

The others rolled backwards, dead before they even screamed.

The accuracy of the single-headed bullet is still very high, even if the muzzle velocity of the breech gun is not as good as the breech gun at this time, but the distance of 40 steps and 60 meters is still instantaneous.

The smoke of gunpowder spread in the hanging room of the battlement, and Guan Feng held his baby Xin'an Gong and moved another place.

Smelling the heavy smell of gunsmoke, he felt a faint excitement in his heart.

Suddenly, he felt that his life was meaningful.

……

Yang He glanced obliquely from the battlement wall to the hanging room, and saw the body of the bandit rolling on the ground, and he nodded.

At this time, there were more bandits outside the village wall, densely packed like sardines, and their crazy eyes were all in the eye.

They shouted, the archers shot desperately at the wall to cover the way, and the bandits set up the passages, and at last many planks were erected on the trenches, and many more doors were laid up, and a dozen passages were erected along both sides of the village gate.

The bandits outside the wall shouted and screamed, and then trampled on the planks, and many bandits carried the rough ladder and forced them from the side of the trench.

Listening to the chaotic footsteps stepping on the plank passage, Inspector Deng's face turned pale, like a dead man, and he trembled: "What should I do?" What to do? ”

Yang He listened to the sound outside, and he said in a deep voice: "The ash bottle is ready!" ”

Immediately, the killer soldiers who hid behind the battlement wall picked up an ash bottle one by one and held it in their hands, and the large and small bottles and cans in each person's hands ranged from large to small.

Along the city wall of Zhuangnan, there are piles of ash bottles under the battlement walls, and they are just picked up.

As for the firearms team, Yang He asked them to gather behind the grass factory at the head of the Zhuangmen wall.

The bandits continued to come, and they struggled to carry the long ladder, and some old bandits with swords and shields, and bandits with all kinds of weapons followed, and when they saw that there was still no movement at the top of the wall, and especially the sharp firearms were missing, they cheered, and they all followed.

The chaotic footsteps are even more incessant.

The killer soldiers waited, many gulping their saliva, and of course they could hear the movement outside.

Many of the soldiers were nervous, but fortunately, the experience along the way, as well as the training during this time, made them understand the importance of obeying orders.

Yang Xianggong didn't speak, and they didn't move.

Only Inspector Deng and the two soaps were cold and hot for a while, so how did Yang Xianggong fight, especially the ups and downs in this form are too torturous.

It's just that they don't have command, and no one listens to them, so they can only stare dryly.

At last some of the thieves carrying the long ladder passed through the plank passage and stepped on the somewhat sloping slope, but as soon as they stepped on it, their feet slipped, and the man fell forward with a heavy fall.

What's worse is that these people were carrying things in their hands, and when they fell, they didn't have any support, and their whole head and face and body hit the ice slope hard.

For a while, many people were covered with blood on their mouths, broken teeth and nose bones, and even some people broke their hands and feet, rolling on the ground and screaming hoarsely.

The long ladder in their hands also fell to the ground, and even crushed some of the bandits underneath.

Looking outside the wall, more than a dozen long ladders are all like this, and for a while, the bandits outside were in a panic and rolled into a mess.

"Ash bottle, throw it out!"

Yang He snorted.

Without thinking, the soldiers who had already prepared threw the ash bottles in their hands off the wall one by one.

Bottles and cans rained down from the wall, and when they hit the ground, they were filled with choking lime powder and white mist.

The dense bandits under the wall screamed fiercely, and the lime powder flew everywhere, and soon entered everyone's nose and eyes.

Coughing desperately, quicklime came into his eyes, and the consequences were really unimaginable, and many thieves covered their eyes and howled and ran, and they knocked over many people, and some even fell into the unplanked trench, and then there was water in the trench.

There were too many bandits outside the wall, and the effect was too obvious, and in the powder filling, the screams were endless.

"Ash bottle, keep throwing it!"

It was another raindrop of bottles and cans thrown out, and there was a miserable howl outside, and many bandits were covered with white heads, only their eyes were blood-red, and the more they rubbed them, the more miserable they became.

"Stone!"

Yang He shouted loudly.

At that moment, the soldiers picked up stones of different sizes at the battlement wall and threw them from the battlement wall.

Under the wall are densely packed with bandits, there is no need to aim at all, a lot of heavy stones are thrown, as long as they are hit, it is the end of broken tendons and broken bones, and the head is broken and bleeding.

Others lifted buckets and threw water on the outside of the battlement wall.

The icy water poured down from the top of the wall, quickly drenching some of the bandits.

If these people have quicklime in their eyes, the quicklime will come into contact with water......

Even if not, in this cold weather, a bucket of water is poured from the head.

A bandit sword and shield hand held a shield, and when the ash bottle fell, he blocked it with his shield, and although he coughed desperately, he luckily the lime did not get into his eyes.

It's just that a bucket of water suddenly fell on his head, and he instantly became a chicken in the soup.

On such a cold day, after he was poured cold in his heart, his face turned blue in an instant, and he shivered like leaves in the cold wind.

His movement became difficult, and then a stone the size of a human head fell heavily on his head.

……

The archers and the many bandits on the other side of the trench were dumbfounded, what did they see?

Raindrops of ash fell on the stones, and their men and horses were crowded and weeping, and in those dozen or so narrow areas, they grabbed and trampled each other, and many people were squeezed alive into the trenches.

Many people were trampled to death, and even the large intestine and small intestine were trampled out, which was miserable.

Others howled and crawled, their eyes full of blood red, and fled from the other side of the trench with a terrible cry.

They run around and stumble like headless flies, and these people may be permanently blind.

Seeing all this, the bandits on the other side of the trench were at a loss, there were many of them, but they didn't know how to deal with them.

There were bandit archers who tried to shoot arrows, but they couldn't find the target, and the ash bottles and stones were thrown from behind the stacked walls, and the thick walls blocked them, and they couldn't shoot the target at all.

And that damn ice slope, so slippery that a person would have to fall on all fours and break his hands and feet when he stepped on it.

The long ladder couldn't be erected at all.

What to do?

Victory seems to be at hand, but there is a wall in the way, and this wall is as close as the end of the world.

Many bandits hated it so much that they couldn't destroy the village wall, but unfortunately the village wall was four or five meters thick, and with their ability, they couldn't do it.

A burst of shouting and wolves rushed to the pigs, and it was not without bandits who thought of a way.

They ordered the man with the shield to come forward, so that the ash bottle could fall and cover it, so that even if it was difficult to breathe, at least the eye would not be hit with the powder.

When a stone falls, the shield can block it.

Then he yelled for the planks to be lifted and erected on the ice slope so that they would not be so slippery to step on.

Sure enough, this work worked, and after a long time, a long ladder was erected and was about to be erected on the battlement wall.

It's just that at this moment, a fork suddenly poked out from the top of the wall, accurately resisting the long ladder, and the bandits under the wall shouted, desperately exerting force.

It's just that the force under the wall is not as convenient as the wall after all, and the fork firmly resists the long ladder, so that it can't go down, and then a thick hitting rod appears and hits it hard.

There was a dull sound, the long ladder was staggered by the impact, and the bandits under the wall shouted, but they only held on for a moment before the long ladder they were holding was knocked over.

Seeing the long ladder pressing, many bandits screamed and fled in all directions, and some people couldn't even run and were crushed by the heavy long ladder.

They gulped blood, crushed under the long ladder and only convulsed and struggled.

The bandits were busy, shouting, but they were pushed one by one, and the long ladders were erected, and then they were overturned one by one, increasing their fatigue and casualties in vain.

In the end, the bandits outside the village stared dryly, although there were many of them, they could only watch the village wall helpless.

They can't help it, the passage is only a dozen places, and there are only a dozen long ladders, with their ability, it is impossible for ants to attack the city, that at least a few hundred, at least hundreds of long ladders, so that Zhuang Nei cares about one or the other, and can't push it.

What to do?

The bandits outside the village thought of this question again, how to attack Zhuangzi?

They are at a loss and don't know what to do.

……

Inspector Deng at the head of the wall breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the bandits couldn't attack it.

Fortunately, Yang Xianggong's command is determined, and he is calm!

I was impatient earlier, and the battle should be fought like this.

Looking at the bandits outside the wall like ants on a hot pot, he laughed.

What will the bandits do?

Yang He at the head of the wall is paying attention to the bandit horse team in the rear, and he doesn't care about the old bandits outside the wall, what he cares about the most is their backbone essence, the horse team.

He looked over and saw that the horse thieves seemed to be arguing loudly, and finally, they had a result.

Twenty-five horsemen galloped up, each carrying a large rope in their hands, and at one end of each rope was connected with iron claws and iron hooks.

Sure enough, the idea of beating horses and destroying the drawbridge.

Yang He had a smile on his face, fighting this thing, sometimes it depends on who calculates more, who prepares more, and who makes fewer mistakes, obviously, one of the biggest mistakes of the bandits appeared.

Look at the bandits outside the wall shouting, and they all converge on the side of the village.

He looked around and said in a deep voice, "Firearms ready!" All the enemies have taken it! (To be continued.) )