The wailing sound around him made Qiu Shiqing's scalp tingle, and after two rows of guns, the hillside was full of wounded people and corpses. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Even if they were stretched in depth and the number of people in the horizontal row was not so dense and dense, at least more than 400 people were rolling in a pool of blood and struggling.

The hillside was instantly covered with blood, and the smell of the sun was soaring, and the wounded rolled on the slope, howling hoarsely, and rolling in pain.

The arrogance of the attacking mountain and the rogues was extinguished, the firearms on the opposite side were too fierce, and the blow in this moment was too terrible, and the casualties of the brothers reached one percent in the blink of an eye. In particular, many of the dead and rolled down were the strongest sword and shield bearers in the battalions, which was unbearable for everyone anyway.

Many people were about to stop, and many more were at a loss for what to do, not knowing whether to continue the attack or turn and run away.

It seems that the Chinese army is also stunned, and the rapid drum beat still keeps beating, and the sound of Mingjin retreating is not heard for half a sound.

Qiu Shiqing also hesitated in his heart, but he was a veteran after all, and he was keenly aware that the fire gun on the opposite side seemed to have stopped, and there was no movement after a long time.

It was said in the camp before attacking the mountain that there might be 600 gunmen behind the opposite gable, and they were usually fired in three layers, but he himself felt that the number of people in the opposite layer should be far more than 200, and he estimated that it was around 300 people.

"Could it be that the opposite side is divided into two layers of shooting, and they are finished?" This thought came to Qiu Shiqing's mind.

Immediately, his spirit returned, and he howled, "The gun on the opposite side is finished, rush forward!" ”

Not only him, but more rogues were keenly aware of this situation, and they all shouted: "The officers and soldiers are finished, all rush forward!" ”

"Kill!" Qiu Shiqing held a rattan card, held a big knife, and continued to charge, and the thieves behind him looked like a thief, shouting and calling to follow.

Looking at the entire hillside position, the sight of a herd of mad cows in Africa is once again emerging, and a tidal wave of thieves is spreading and surging, this time even crazier.

Because they were beaten twice and did not withdraw their troops, in order to avoid being hit again, they had to rush to the front before they reloaded and wiped out the opposite Xiangyong.

However, the thieves were very confident, the fire on the opposite side was very terrifying, but after the fight, there was no threat within at least 100 breaths, or even 120 breaths.

At present, they are only more than forty steps away from the earthen wall, and they can rush two steps with one breath, and they can rush to the front of the wall with only twenty breaths.

Then climb in and hack the Xiangyong child on the opposite side.

"Kill, ......" the thieves roared and charged, and many shrewd old thieves drove them up and let them walk in front with short pedal ladders.

The black-pressed thieves howled, and it was still the leaders of the battalions who rushed ahead.

Soon they rushed within forty paces, and there was still no movement on the opposite wall.

In the blink of an eye, the crowd poured into thirty steps.

At this moment, the shrill sound of swans sounded again on the top of the mountain.

Qiu Shiqing shuddered, now he was too sensitive to this voice, and then he was relieved in his heart: "Sure enough, there is still a while, just say how can the firecracker only shoot in two layers." ”

As soon as this thought came to mind, at a moment of lightning and fire, a deafening sound erupted again from under the earthen wall opposite, and the flames of the pipes poking out of the holes over there continued to flicker, and the billowing smoke once again merged into a smoke dragon.

Streams of blood arrows splattered, and the black pressure pressed the thieves attacking the mountain, they went from north to east to south, facing the crowd in front of the earthen wall, and the crowd rolled and fell one after another. Pieces of blood mist poured like waves of wheat in the wind, and a large number of pedal short ladders fell, and the terrible screams resounded again.

Qiu Shiqing's body was splashed with the blood of the person who was shot next to him, and incomparable fear welled up in his heart.

He hadn't been shot yet, but he had a feeling that he and the leaders in the neighborhood hadn't been hit yet, and that they were deliberately left on the opposite side so that they could continue to lead the charge and kill more people.

He shuddered, and his expression was extremely hideous, and he roared: "The three layers of guns on the opposite side are all finished, rush forward!" ”

As soon as Ran rushed out a few steps, on the top of the opposite mountain, a sharp swan sound sounded.

……

Qiu Shiqing's earlier feeling was also shared by all the drama thieves on the mountain.

They also felt that there were more guns on the other side, and there should be more than two hundred people on one floor, maybe two layers, and three hundred people on each floor.

But the old reply replied that maybe the number of people was wrong, they should still be divided into three layers, but the number of their men should be not only 600, but 900.

Sure enough, only ten breaths later, the opposite side shot again, and it was indeed three layers. The last layer is shot at a distance of ten breaths, and the opponent may have to be closer to shoot more accurately.

Sun Kewang exhaled, and hearing the gun on the other side from so far away made him feel a sense of horror.

He said, "Okay, they've finished fighting all three rows, and the brothers can rush forward." ”

Li Dingguo next to him nodded, looking at the hillside battlefield, he had a feeling of numbness in his scalp, although he was just twenty years old, he had ten years of battlefield experience, and he had experienced any battle formation. Most of them swarmed, and the two sides came and went, killing for a few hours, and not many people died.

Even when encountering firearms, it is basically a hundred paces of indiscriminate fighting, and there are very few times when there are heavy losses, if this kind of powerful platoon shooting, so sharp, neat, and fierce, causing so many casualties, he is also the first time to see it.

He had a strange feeling that today, he had only met the real army, and it was still a village warrior army.

Zhang Xianzhong rode on the horse and gritted his teeth: "Donkey ball, the brothers have suffered a lot of casualties, but fortunately, they must be out of ......."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shrill sound of swans sounded on the top of the hill opposite, and then a fierce volley of guns.

Even on the side of Shanbao, you can see that the brothers who attacked the mountain have been knocked over a large area, and the screams are earth-shattering.

Zhang Xianzhong roared angrily: "Donkey balls, how many guns do they have? ”

……

Red flags rolled on the top of the mountain, and in the sun, like fire and blood.

The sound of hunting with a few big flags, in addition to the Chinese army flag, is the team flag of each team.

In front of the cavalry flag, next to Liu Qilang riding a horse Qian Sanniang, Li Ruwan and others, his expression was still cold, but his eyes looked at the bottom of the mountain, but there was a faint excitement, this is the army he wants.

Looking at the sharp and neat platoon behind the earthen wall, there was amazement in his eyes, he had been in the standard camp for many years, and to be honest, he had rarely seen such a neat and fierce platoon.

The Tianxiong army dared to kill and fight, and the blood and equipment surpassed the Xiangyong troops in front of them, but there seemed to be no such order to prohibit it, such as an arm and a finger. Not to mention the various military leaders who have voted after breaking up the wanderings, it is a confluence of warlords and ruffians.

How did Lord Yang train? Is it still a village warrior in front of you?

Liu Qilang was on the horse, still temperament like a knife, and there were twenty-four horsemen standing on the horse behind him, with a color of scarf and red armor, and Senhan's iron arms. But they looked down the hill with incredulity in their eyes.

After Liu Qilang followed Qian Sanniang and Li Ruwan to Xin'anzhuang on the twenty-fifth horse, Yang He attached great importance to it and awarded him the position of deputy of the cavalry team, which was under the command of the ninth master.

Liu Qilang doesn't care about the size of the official position, what he cares about is the master who serves and whether he can let the brothers realize their ambitions.

Everything in Xin'anzhuang really made him feel novel, and he was particularly curious about Yang He, a student who practiced the general manager, and what he did was different from others.

After the Battle of Julu that year, Liu Qilang and others changed a lot of owners and voted for a lot of officers and soldiers, and those military leaders really attached great importance to them, and tried their best to win them over with money, beauty, and status.

Yang Lian always gave him the position of deputy of the cavalry team, and he didn't have a money beauty, but he was different in terms of placement, so that the brothers had no worries.

In particular, he saw them using Lu Mi Gun, and without saying a word, they all replaced them with steel flint to ignite, which made his brother's combat power to a higher level. At this point, Liu Qilang felt that Yang Lian was not a hypocrisy, but a sincere treatment.

Especially in the face of this war soon, looking at the army in front of him, the order is like a mountain, the order is prohibited, although it is only a village brave, but the frame is already there, only need to fight a few vicious battles, make up for the blood and bravery, you can become a real strong army.

Even in the future, against the Tartars, you can kill the slaves yourself to take revenge!

Liu Qilang looked down the mountain, and twenty steps away was a winding earthen wall, which connected from the north side of the mountain to the south side.

The two rows of gunsmiths stood and squatted, all of them tiptoed behind the thick earthen wall, strictly obeying the order, and shooting calmly.

The firearms they used also made Liu Qilang novel, but it was not a big fuss, because in the Tianxiong army, there were also people in the border army of various towns who used thunderbolts and other similar breech guns, and the breech guns fired in each town were not known to be many.

It's just that the range and power of the thunderbolt are much worse than that of the bird, and there are problems such as air leakage, so it is not used much in the army.

Liu Qilang was surprised that in the Xin'an Army, the breech firing firearms were used on such a large scale.

Look at them hiding behind the earthen wall, firing at fifty paces, and they are indeed fighting very fast.

But Liu Qilang also pondered, of course, it was no problem to hide behind a safe earthen wall, but if you suddenly encountered a strong enemy horse team in the wilderness, there was no earthen wall and trench and other protection.

At the speed of a war horse, one breath is close to ten steps, and a hundred steps away from only fourteen or fifteen breaths can be rushed, if fifty steps are shot, this breech gun can be played again with a fast speed, and it is already very urgent, and it basically rushes to the nose.

The speed is not fast, and the second and third layers will be finished after playing, which is similar to a bird's gun.

But if you can win in that way, you will be caught off guard, meet head-on, and win the battle, and the strong army will become.

Yan Bin, Zhang Dan, Han Shangliang and other brothers next to the ninth master of the horse, looking down the mountain, there was also shock in their eyes, behind them were all big men who looked forward to self-heroism, all of them were rough and unruly, but at this time they opened their mouths, and everyone had a stunned look.

Some people even muttered: "Hanging house, if Lao Tzu encounters such a firebolt, won't he die in one fell swoop?" ”

The Ninth Master was on the horse, his eyes were extremely proud, and the Xuzhou Wuju man next to him, who was as burly as him, sighed bravely: "The Ninth Master is right, Lord Yang has such soldiers and horses, and this world can indeed go sideways." ”

The Han Shangliang brothers beside him nodded again and again, with excitement in their eyes, and his nephew Han Yuanlang was even more eager to try, wanting to ride down to kill the enemy.

Yan Bin looked at the bottom of the mountain intently, his eyes swept over Yang He over there, and there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

He has been a general since he was a child, and he dreams of having a sharp army of his own, but when he lives to be almost thirty years old, he is still just a local tyrant in Xuzhou, and he is just the king in his own village.

And that Xiucai, who had already realized everything he dreamed of, was now working against the rogue who could stop the child's night crying, which made him feel that everything he struggled for was meaningless.