The remaining four falcon cannons also hit the crowd of thieves, and there was an exclamation on the official road. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly attacked, the main thing that was especially attacked was the five hundred elite horsemen of the ten teams in front, these are all elites, the core of the core of the thousand-man team, they are well equipped, well treated, and powerful, and everyone at least has the ability to chop immediately.

They can be called "cavalry", they are basically old battalions, some even can ride and shoot, they are very outstanding in all aspects, but they are not only skilled in equestrianism.

Suddenly, these core forces suffered a heavy blow.

They came from the official road in a hurry, facing the trench on the flank, and there were so many people that they had to rush across the river, and they were still crowded together, so they provided very good targets for the two rows of gunners in the trench.

Each platoon of 100 soldiers hit, fifty paces away, even if the thieves surging over fast, basically have a hit rate of six or seven percent, whether it is a man or a horse, most of them have hit the target.

With two platoons of 200 men and five falcon shells, the number of thieves who were shot and dropped on the spot would not have been less than 145.

Five hundred elite horsemen, the sudden loss reached almost thirty percent.

What's even more tragic is that many of their leaders were killed on the spot, and the thieves howled in the chaos, and they had lost their command.

This is not over, two rows of guns are a dozen, the thieves on the official road are frightened and confused, Yang He looks at it cordially on the hillside, and when he sees that the gunners are loaded with cartridge ammunition again, he orders to shoot again, and then fight two more rows of guns.

At this time, just a dozen seconds had passed, which was only a moment for the chaotic rogue, but for the breech soldiers hiding in the trench, it was enough to reload the deadly sub-medicine.

Their speed can be about ten rounds a minute during training, and it is estimated that they can shoot five or six rounds under various effects in wartime, but the fastest five or six seconds can be reloaded again, and the slowest ten seconds can also be completed, which is surprisingly fast.

Replaced with breech guns, elite arquebusiers can train twice per minute in peacetime, but when they are switched to the battlefield, the average is only about one shot per minute, and ordinary soldiers need two or three minutes, and they can also reload while lying on their stomachs, which is convenient and indescribable.

Although some range was sacrificed, but in exchange for this speed convenience, Yang He thought it was very worth it.

Xie Junyou stood up with a howl, although he was caught off guard, but after all, he had fought an old battle, and the characters who crawled out of the mountain of corpses and blood quickly reacted.

He jerked a thief general with a bloody face beside him, and roared: "Qian Whistle Chief, you immediately recruit your brothers and attack from the front of this mountain." The officers and men were fifty-six paces away, and they had two rows of birds, but they had finished fighting, and fired at least sixty breaths again. Don't worry about anything, just rush, within twenty breaths, you can rush in front of them! ”

He grabbed another shouting thief general, gave him two mouths to sober him up, and shouted: "Wu Whistle Chief, you lead people to attack from the flank, and copy it from the right flank." And you, Mr. Liu Whistle, you go to the back of the horse team and let those horsemen also copy up from the left flank. Tell those who dare to kill the enemy, all of them will be selected as foot soldiers......"

He showed quality, and although there was confusion on the official road and many formations were lost, he still immediately found available officers, and all kinds of tactical commands were also at his fingertips.

He also saw very clearly that there was no cover on the official road, and the weeds could not cover the guns, and the only chance was to attack it.

In the past two years, they have been arrogant, how many famous generals and important ministers of the imperial court have died in their hands, and when they encounter only a few townspeople, how can they not fight? Moreover, although some people have died on their own side, there are at least more than 1,600 people who are not even raised, and it is impossible to retreat.

A few thieves also roared in response, and they also reacted, although their own side suffered heavy losses, but the main force is still there, especially the elite, even if they use the remaining troops, it is still more than enough to deal with those who dare to ambush the township brave soldiers.

Wu Whistle roared even more: "Brothers, copy it with our Lao Tzu, mother is hairy, these Suining thieves have eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall......"

At this moment, the sharp sound of swans suddenly sounded on the hillside again!

Xie Junyou was creepy, incredible, these townsmen had so many guns, or ...... Sun Youdonkey's cry flashed in his mind: "...... Their guns can be refilled from the back of the butt...... He didn't make a sound, and finally beat us in seven formations, and the brothers were miserable......"

No sooner had this thought passed, and a violent fire erupted on the hillside, and billowing smoke rose with a loud salvo.

The thieves on the official road swept down a large area in unison, the screams and neighing of the men and horses increased, and the crowd had already stopped, this crowded, and under the bombardment of the platoon, there were more dead and wounded.

There were hoarse screams everywhere, Liu Whistle always stumbled in front of Xie Junyou's eyes, but he was shot in his left arm, he was also stiff, and he couldn't hold back and didn't make a sound, but the beads of sweat on his forehead fell down.

As soon as the sound of guns stopped, the shrill sound of swans sounded again on the hillside, and then there was another violent volley of guns.

"Ah......h

The thieves on the official road fell to the ground in large numbers, and the blood flowing from the bodies of the dead and wounded had stained the mud of the official road red, the dense weeds on both sides, and the remaining elite horsemen either instinctively erected their shields, or took out their bows and arrows, and shot arrows desperately at the rising place of smoke.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang on the hillside, a long smoke came out, and then the terrible cannon roared, and people couldn't react at all between the electric light and stone fire, and the ten taels of lead pills roared, and a blood mist opened in front of Xie Junyou.

Wu Whistle's head was beaten squarely, disintegrated into minced meat, and the blood rain was sprinkled all over Xie Junyou's face.

But it was the No. 2 gun that fired another shot, and the Furlong machine still fired fast, and if the gunner was well-trained, the first three guns took less than twenty seconds to shoot, and although the gunner of Xin'anzhuang was not proficient, he could also follow closely behind the gunner.

……

Sun Youdonkey and the others rolled under the horse, and after listening to the sound of the swan, two rows of guns sounded in succession, and then the elite horsemen in front of them suffered heavy casualties, and they all howled and confused.

Sun Youdonkey felt happy, didn't listen to the old man, and suffered in front of him.

Seeing that the horsemen around him were all frightened, everyone desperately reined in the reins of the horses, so as not to rush up, and there was a sound of "sighing" of the horses.

Then many people dismounted and took out their weapons one by one.

Although these horsemen can ride horses, many of them still run fast, but they basically do not have the ability to chop on the horse, such as "dragoons", that is, infantry on horses, the first reaction in case of trouble, is also to dismount and prepare for battle.

However, Sun Youdonkey looked left and right, just looking for a route and opportunity to escape.

Then the horsemen on this side waited anxiously, but they did not wait for the order from the front, and soon the third and fourth platoons of guns on the hillside began again.

The elite cavalry in front was even more chaotic, and even more miserable, the gunners on the hillside also focused part of their targets on the horsemen behind.

In two rows of guns, some of them hit the panicked "dragoons" behind, and even the sentry commander of Sun Youdonkey's team, he screamed miserably, and the shield protecting himself broke a hole, and then a blood mist splashed out of his chest, and he staggered and fell in front of Sun Youdonkey.

Looking at the way his eyes were wide open, the "Donkey Master" trembled even more in his heart, he was also a person who had experienced it, and knew that those Xin'anzhuang thieves were not finished at the beginning.

Seeing that the horsemen were also in confusion, especially some of the horses that had been shot, they were rampage, causing a commotion among the people, he did not hesitate to lead the horse of the commander, and several old bandits beside him, who were also clever, led the horses that had lost their masters, and ran to the right side of the official road.

They have lived in Huaibei for a long time, and they are still very experienced in how to avoid the swamps and depressions here.

It seems that the terrain is dangerous here, but there are no thieves in Xin'anzhuang, and the "Donkey Lord" and others think it is safer.

……

"Kill it!"

The thieves began to attack the mountain frantically, and under the order of Xie Junyou, Qian Whistle took some elite horsemen and cooperated with some horsemen to attack head-on. Wu Sentinel was beaten to minced meat, so he replaced it with a sentry surnamed Zhou, and attacked from the right flank with some elite cavalry.

The rest of the horsemen, some brave men, copied up from the left flank.

Of course, they all dismounted to fight, although the slope of the mountain is gentle, but there are also quite potholes and rocks, especially dense weeds, but it is not convenient to ride a horse uphill. Fortunately, the ambush army is not far from the mountain, and looking at the smoke and dust, it is only fifty or sixty steps away, and you can run by your legs, and you can also rush to it quickly.

They roared and rushed up the mountain, but Xie Junyou was still suspicious, and these thieves thought that there were four rows of bird soldiers ambushed on the mountain.

When the gun is finished, it is a burning stick, at least there is no threat within a hundred breaths.

All the thieves are sure that in twenty or thirty breaths, they can rush to the ambush army, and then chop melons and vegetables.

Let the villagers in these small places see what it means to be a rogue.

This is not a siege, and the time is also very urgent, so all the thieves are elite soldiers rushing in front, shields and broadswords, and thick cotton armor on their bodies. The archers followed the archery for cover, and as they went, they threw their arrows, the bowstrings sounded, and the arrows whistled and fell into the smoke.

There were also rogue archers on the official road, who raised their arrows high and threw them at the top of the hillside.

Even some tough archers shot straight at that side.

……

The "sizzling" sound of the arrows continued, and the sharp arrows under the mountain were like rainstorms, and they kept going on and on, covering the sky for a while.

The sun was rising, and the sun was hot before and after the trench, Guan Feng and the others were lying tightly in the trench, and the new guns in their hands were just aimed at the thieves who were howling and rushing under the hillside.

The whistling of arrows above their heads was incessant, and the dense barrage of arrows on the slopes behind the trenches was like hedgehogs.

With the protection of the trench, everyone lies on this side, the target is small, and from a distance, it is almost impossible to see their heads, and although the arrows of the thieves are dense, they can hardly be harmed.

Of course, it was only almost, after all, the thieves were shooting in a covering manner, and the density of arrows was too great, and the soldiers could not say that they hid in the trench in order to avoid the rain of arrows, and they had to aim all the time and wait for orders, which caused casualties.

With a miserable snort, a hand not far from Guan Feng's side was shot in his left arm by a falling arrow, and blood immediately flowed sideways, and cold sweat brushed down.

When the captain Ma Xiang saw it, he couldn't help but shout: "Jiuwen money." ”

This soldier is good friends with him, and he will also gather to play horse hangings on weekdays, and he is named because he likes to play the cards of nine pennies.

A good card friend was injured, Ma Xiang couldn't help but care, so he raised his head, "poof", an arrow whistled over, and shot at Ma Xiang's throat, blood was a little bit, and Ma Xiang's neck was pierced by the arrow.

He fell backwards into the ditch, his face flushed, and a mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth.

He clutched his neck and rolled in the trench just twitching.

Guan Feng felt a pain in his heart, his eyes looked ahead, and he still held the flint hair in his hand.

Then he heard the shrill sound of a swan in his ears.

……

The thieves were beaten twice more, and the hillside was littered with corpses, and the wounded were howling hoarsely, and their blood stained this meadow red, and next year the weeds here will be even more abundant, because it is also phosphate.

There are two more rows of guns, and many thieves attacking the mountain are at a loss, is there a six-row ambush here?

Many people instinctively rushed up, and at this time the soldiers were hurriedly loading, but in the second trench, there were 10,000 enemies who rained downdrops, and these three-pound 10,000 enemies were thrown out, and they were thrown twenty or thirty steps away, and fell into the thieves, and exploded violently one after another.

The fireworks exploded with a mist of blood, and even some torn limbs and flesh flew sideways, and the thieves who rushed were blown up and howled wolf.

There were also five violent roars, and five falcon cannons, also turning direction, roared at the dense area of thieves.

They were all shotguns, long white smoke spewed out, and there were thirty to fifty lead bullets in each door, and at this twenty or thirty paces away, they were splashed at the thieves in front of them.

The blood mist of the masses soared, and many thieves were beaten to the ground, and some of them were even scattered by the furious shotguns.

Guan Feng pulled the board machine, a burly thief wearing cotton armor, holding a big knife, and looking a little numb, was a stumbling.

He looked at his chest, blood was pouring out of it, he felt extreme pain and dizziness, and the feeling of being hit by a single bullet was at least ten times more painful than that of an ordinary gun.

The thief staggered, glanced at Guan Feng, didn't know what he was thinking, and finally poured it back.

His heavy body fell to the grass, dripping with blood.

Then Guan Feng's ears came with a sharp swan voice.