While pondering, I saw four or five hundred people rushing down from the mountain, everyone brandished big knives and rushed down with shouts. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yang Xuan was slightly stunned, and while ordering Ma Mingluan to continue, he commanded the three tiger squatting cannons to bombard the local rioters in the distance.

The gunner hurriedly adjusted the angle of firing, and finally adjusted it to a field 150 meters away, ignited a spark, and a flash of fire flew into the sky, and then landed seven or eight meters behind the field from the sky.

Seeing the red fireballs falling, the charging thugs were quite panicked, and everyone hurriedly dodged around, making a fuss, seeing a dozen or so unlucky ghosts dodging and being injured by the lead, and the others made a long flute sound, and then rushed forward.

When he jumped over the field and rushed to forty or fifty paces in front of the official army, the smoke was billowing in front of the official army's position, and the bird guns raised their bird guns one after another to shoot, although they were in waves, but the bird guns were fired very slowly, and the local thugs desperately charged forward one by one in order to survive.

Seeing that the other party was about to rush to the front of the formation, and some were already brandishing broadswords and preparing to fight, the rear of the officers and soldiers sounded the sound of artillery again, and the three tiger squatting cannons opened fire at the same time, and just two shells fell around Tiankan.

Although Tian Kan was not an obstacle, of course, everyone was not as unfettered as on the flat ground, many people huddled together, seeing the cannonballs falling from the sky, everyone fled in all directions like wounded lambs, so that the local thugs behind them looked quite messy, and their offensive was slightly blocked.

Although the local rioters who rushed in front were not affected by anything, the obvious offensive of the local rioters behind was weakened.

The local thugs who rushed through the fields desperately charged forward, rushing to about 50 meters.

The musket squadrons were lined up in three rows, the first row was shorter, kneeling on the ground one by one, and the second and third rows were standing, shouting loudly from the squadron leader next to them, to complete the reloading preparations.

A small number of local thugs who manipulated the firecrackers shot while walking, and the range of the firecrackers could reach more than 120 meters, but the killing distance was mostly 60 meters, although the shooting accuracy was very low, everyone saw a row of officers and soldiers standing neatly in front of them, and some panicked, raising their guns to shoot from a distance.

At a distance of 100 meters, the shooting accuracy was very low, and the local thugs shot down, except for a few unlucky people who were shot by stray bullets, the others had no effect at all.

At this moment, the local rioters had rushed to more than 70 meters, and when they saw the other party approaching, the commander of the official squadron issued a shooting order, and a row of musketeers kneeling on the ground pulled the trigger one after another, and thick smoke rose, and more than a dozen people fell down to the front of the local rioters.

The surviving thugs looked quite excited, and everyone rushed over with shouts, but before they could rush a few steps, the sound of birds sounded again, and the musketeers standing in the second row of the officers and soldiers pulled the trigger.

In this way, the local tyrant fell more than ten people again, some wanted to retreat, just two steps back, and was cut to the ground by the little leader of the local tyrant, carrying a bloody big knife, and the second whistle Yang San shouted loudly: "Brothers, rush." The officers and soldiers were greedy for life and afraid of death, and everyone rushed over. ”

In one or two sections, due to the large number of local rioters, about forty or fifty people rushed over, and when they rushed to more than 30 meters, they killed a team of killers and a team of killers at the junction of various firearms squadrons of the officers and troops.

The squad leader rushed to the front, and although it was dark in the night, the helmet on the squad leader's head was still clearly visible.

In order to identify the battlefield, each squad leader has a different color helmet on his helmet, and there is also a number on the helmet.

The squad leader rushed to the front, followed by the wolf hand, the palladium boring hand, the spearman, the captain and the rattan player, and before rushing over, the archers in the killer squad released their arrows.

In this era, it was very difficult to load firearms, and in the same time, four or five bows and arrows could often be shot out with a single shot, and the arrows and crossbows rained out and landed forty or fifty meters away from the front of the position.

The wolf whilists are all tall and strong men, wielding a wolf whizzo about one zhang five or six (five meters long), through the bucket, shovel, hanging and other ways to rush to kill the local thugs who rushed over, a little careless, was hung by the iron thorns around the wolf whi, so it is bound to be injured.

As the war continued, especially after Huang Long led the troops to rush over, it was difficult for the various firearms squadrons of the officers and soldiers to use firearms to suppress each other as they did at the beginning, and each squad had to be equipped with spurs to form a three-talent formation or a mandarin duck formation (a squad formed two combat groups, or three combat groups), and the other party was entangled.

Yang Xuan stood on the hill in the distance, and behind him was the cavalry brigade led by Ma Chao, seeing that the local rioters were gathering more and more, they all asked for battle.

But Yang Xuan shook his head and refused, although the advantage of officers and soldiers on the battlefield was not as obvious as at the beginning, and on the surface it was a little passive, but in fact there were very few injuries, and the morale of each squadron was very high.

Although there are rules and regulations on the battlefield, they are not as desperate as the local tyrants, and sometimes they borrow the firearms behind them.

On the other hand, the battle of the local rioters is simply a swarm, there is no discipline, but many people fight very hard, although they are often surrounded by four or five officers and soldiers, but they are not afraid, brandishing big swords, fighting back and forth.

In this way, the two sides fought for half an hour, and just when the local rioters relied on their numerical superiority to gradually turn the tide of the war, suddenly there were bursts of shouts of killing from the south.

Yang Xuan turned his head to look and saw that the torches in the south lit up half of the sky, and the flow of people for more than ten miles was spreading towards the county seat.

Yang Xuan was overjoyed and said to Ma Chao, who was standing beside him: "This should be Wang Rimeng, Yang Risheng and others, I didn't expect them to make such a big noise."

Tell the brothers, sir, I will invite more than 10,000 elite soldiers, and I will kill them immediately.

Shout at me, shoot me and don't kill. ”

The reinforcements were very loud, the firelight illuminated the southern sky, the crowd that was fighting was clearly visible, seeing the reinforcements killed, the morale of the officers and soldiers was high, under the cover of each musket squadron, everyone under the leadership of each squad leader and squadron leader, slaughtered into the enemy formation.

On the other hand, Huang Long and others, seeing that the situation was not good, knew that they were invincible, so they took three or five cronies and ran towards the Jialing River on horseback, hoping to find a ferry to cross the Jialing River.

As soon as Huanglong retreated, Huanglong's personal soldiers followed and retreated, although Yang San, the second outpost, tried his best to resist, but the general trend had gone, and he was forced to flee to the north of the river by the retreating crowd.

Seeing that the morale of the local tyrants had fallen to the bottom, Yang Xuan was overjoyed, and ordered Ma Chao to lead the cavalry bureau to assassinate from the oblique slash, and everyone chased after them to control the Jialing River ferry.

Lead bullets flew past the ears like raindrops, the rockets fell in front of the overhead, and the sound of artillery (firecrackers) behind them shook the sky, and seeing that the local rioters had retreated on all fronts, the officers and soldiers shouted loudly to surrender their guns and not kill.

Hearing the shouts of the officers and soldiers, the hearts of the local rioters were shaken, many people lost the courage to resist, and everyone surrendered one after another.

Last year, Yang Xuan broke the soil and collected nearly a thousand local rioters, although everyone had a hard time, but at least they did not sleep in the open every day like the homeless.

Yang Xuan's good reputation for treating prisoners well and resettling displaced people has long spread among the local tyrants, but now it has been defeated, and many people have no intention of fighting, and when they saw the officials and soldiers catching up, they raised their hands and knelt tremblingly to the side waiting to be contained.