There was a sound of footsteps ——— stepping on the road, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the silent walkway, there were abandoned houses on both sides, and the crisp sound of teeth chattering could be heard on both sides of the house, a team of Maozi was wearing red military uniforms, and the Maozi officer led by Maozi had a red beard, his rough face was full of pores, a pair of eyes were swollen with a kind of anger, he pointed to the house on the side, and shouted coldly, "Come out, come out!" The Slavs spoke in Tsarist Russian, and they pointed their muskets at the ruins beside them and shouted.

Several craftsmen in the ruins, with horror on their faces, were about to come out, and the long-bearded blacksmith who was the leader, with a kind of horror on his face, looked at the group of red hairs outside, and sighed, "The Ming army is still not good, it is not as good as these barbarians" He thought like this and sighed.

There was a dull crisp sound ———— the projectile hit Commander Maozi's head, and the head immediately burst open, like a broken watermelon, and the commander fell to the ground with a kind of puzzlement on his face, that is, he fell to the ground with a scream, and the sound of tiles breaking on the roof opposite was a Ming army gunner who quickly changed positions.

He changed his position again, that is, he struck the fire gun with a wooden pendant, Mao Zi was angry, roaring, and the deputy captain quickly took over the position of the command, and said, "There is a marksman" He had a kind of strangeness, as if he didn't expect the other party's fire gun to hit so accurately, and commanded everyone to shoot at that roof. "Hit! Beat! See that rooftop, hit it hard!" He said angrily.

Bang bang bang ———— fire hammer hit the roof opposite. There was a crisp sound of tiles being hit, and the tiles were flying sideways, but the deputy captain found that there was no one on the opposite roof. With a kind of anger, there was another crisp sound ———— bump, and at this moment a projectile flew out of the ruins on the opposite side, and hit the chest of the vice-captain, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground screaming miserably, making a terrible scream, this shot hit the chest, and the blood flowed out, but he did not die immediately, he howled on the ground.

A group of Maozi immediately panicked, some people did rush forward angrily, the Ming army gunner on the opposite side laughed coldly, he waved his hand, and the Ming army behind him formed a mandarin duck formation team rushed over. Those Maozi were angry when they saw the Ming army, and they raised their handcuffs to fight. "Kill these damn rats, kill them," they roared.

Bang ————bang

The Ming army with the wolf Xian in hand and the spear roared angrily and rushed over, and the wolf Xian, who was full of barbs, fought with those hairs, their machetes, spears were made miserable by the long bamboo-like weapons, and the barbs on them were all cut through their hands.

The soldier holding the spear in the back took the opportunity to step forward, stabbed out the spear in his hand, and pounced———— and a few hairs screamed and fell to the ground, and the remaining four hairs looked at the form of the troops, that is, they were about to escape, and the sword and shield soldiers behind had already detoured back behind them.

Swinging the sword and shield in his hand, he cut it over, and the hair that was close to the sword and shield soldier, where he had beaten the sword and shield soldier with superb knife and shield skills, was cut to the ground and stepped on. On the other side, the sound of footsteps came, and the face of the commander of the Ming army on this side changed, and he said, "Little Five!" on"

On the side, a Ming army with a swarm of bees on his back half-knelt on the ground, and soon installed a bracket, and on the other side, more than a dozen Maozi rushed here with a shout, with a kind of madness on his face, "Quick, see those damn barbarians, kill them!" ”

He lit the fuse of a swarm of bees, searched for a ———— and a sizzling sound, and the rocket was fired.

Fifty rockets, quickly crossed arcs in the air, the speed was extremely fast, arcs in the air, white smoke tails, straight into the queue of Mao Zi on the opposite side, they screamed for a while, still didn't understand what was going on, that is, half of the people who were shot over by a swarm of bees, they retreated in horror.

Another group of hairs was shot away, and the captain quickly walked into the room, and said coldly, "People in the house, hurry up, go to the south, go south," he waved his hand, looked at the blacksmiths who were still unwilling to leave, and shouted, "Hurry up, don't go and kill you" He waved his own long knife.

The blacksmiths hurried out, with a kind of horror on their faces. The old man looked at the Ming army in iron armor and the corpse of Mao Zi in a strange way, with a strange "Ming army, when can you fight so well?" He didn't understand what the situation was, he was kicked by the Ming army. He muttered, "Still so arrogant!" ”

Outside the city, in the dense towns, there was the continuous sound of firecrackers, and there were bursts of smoke, the screams of Maozi, and the roar of the Slavs, continuously, without interruption.

In these ruins, among the houses, there are infantry with rear-loading thunderbolts, or infantrymen who shoot rifled firearms with incomparable accuracy, they are like ghosts or snipers, shooting Maozi accurately, as well as the Hun condor archers, all of whom retreated in horror.

The hairy officer on the city wall, watching his people run out of the ruins outside one by one with a frightened face, with a strange face on his face, and behind him was a tall hairy man, who was crying bitterly at the moment, like a child, tears flowing through his rough face full of pores, dripping down his red beard to the ground.

"What's the matter, this doesn't look like you, remember the last time you fought against brown bears, you didn't have any fear, you fought them with a spear, why are you being beaten by a bunch of barbarians now" The general asked strangely, asking his men, he didn't understand what happened to his fellow Slavs!

"Dead, all the lads in my team are dead, all dead, the enemies of the other side are like ghosts, like ghosts, they are hiding in those ruins, the muskets are very accurate, at a distance of one hundred and fifty yards, my brothers are dead, one by one" the Slavic general cried, his face was full of pain, "all dead, all dead"

"What, a hundred and fifty horses from a distance to shoot accurately? Do they have the ability to shoot the moon? The Slavic general said strangely, there is a sentence that describes the accuracy of the arquebus, a distance of one hundred and eighty meters, shooting at the target, is equivalent to shooting at the moon. In this case, the Ming army was able to shoot accurately? He looked at the large number of houses in front of him, and more and more East Slavic fighters ran out in terror. "Damn, are these barbarians so powerful?"

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