Chapter 119: A Great Victory and a Belated Rescue

In ancient warfare, the truly huge casualties occurred when one side broke up and the other side pursued. Whether the battle between a small stone stone in Wulouzhuang and hundreds of Tartar horse bandits who fled from the northern steppes is still open to debate.

However, after Yang Da and more than a dozen hunters from the five-floor village climbed on the roofs on both sides and shot the leader of the horse bandits, Daruer, these Tartar horse bandits had already broken up, and some people would vomit when they first went to the battlefield, and some people would be scared from time to time, but there were also many people who killed easily.

The young men with spears and knives in their hands caught up with the horse bandits crowded in front of the door, and the scimitars of the Mongolian steppes could not hurt the iron men in armor, but the weapons in the hands of the iron soldiers could easily cut down and pierce the leather armor and cloth robes on their bodies. Some of them may have been skilled, but in the light of the fire in the brazier, they were shot through by the hunters on the roof as soon as they appeared.

The dozens of people brought down by the old officer from the top of the stone house actually didn't have a chance to go to the battlefield yet, Jiang Feng stood behind, panting slowly, soothing his spirit, originally thought that the leader of the other party would be one-on-one with himself, but he didn't expect that standing here, the other party was already defeated.

Jiang Feng laughed a few times, suddenly heard something, his face suddenly changed, and he yelled at the person next to him who was eager to try with a weapon:

"Hurry up and fill the gun in your hand with gunpowder, hurry up!!"

Zhang Liang on the side was just about to ask a few words, his face had already changed color, and so did the old officer, Yang Da got down from the roof, climbed to the top of the low wall in a few steps, looked down and immediately jumped back and ran to Jiang Feng, and whispered:

"There's a lot of people down there going up the mountain."

"Leave those tartars alone, get out of the way."

The Tartar horse bandits, who were already in a state of disarray, saw that they were not persecuted, and hurriedly turned around and rushed towards the crowded gate, when they came, there were more than 300 cavalry, and now there are more than 60 people left.

Jiang Feng's face was gloomy, the defeat of these horse bandits was already about to make the iron Ding and the hunters in the stone do their best, what kind of people are these new arrivals, is it that his journey through the country is over at this time?

Zhang Liang had already run to the door, and as soon as those people ran away, Zhang Liang and the old officer were directing them to find something to block the door that had been broken, and the mothers-in-law of each family couldn't care about hiding at this time, they all took out all kinds of things that could be used at home, and Jiang Feng commanded the iron ladies to fill the fire guns in their hands in the back.

Anyway, it's going to be Bo Yibo, the door is not big and quickly blocked with all kinds of messy things, the old officer here already believes in the role of the firecracker, and the ironclad soldiers of the Tartars just now were pierced by this firecracker, which is really in the eyes.

There arranged for the iron men to go up to the roof of the stone house, put the fire on it, the direction of the stone wall against the mountain road is not spacious, there can only be twenty people standing side by side, Jiang Feng pondered below, a total of six teams, twenty people shoot, one team holds swords to defend, and the remaining four teams load ammunition and shoot in turns.

He also changed a spear and went up to the city wall, and now the flames of the two large braziers inside the stone were blazing, and the iron egg led a few mothers-in-law to fill it with firewood and grass, and it was also clear outside the stone and in the open space in the middle of the mountain road.

I can see a long queue with torches on the official road under the mountain, and it winds up, it seems that there are definitely not a few people who come, Jiang Feng's heart is also wondering, when he was in modern times, he didn't remember what Mongolian cavalry invaded in the early years of Jiajing.

Suddenly, the Tartars who fled down the mountain for their lives escaped again, and the ironclads immediately lit the fire rope that had been shortened without an order, and when they were about ten steps away from the wall, the fire guns were launched in unison, and this time the fire guns had those 'alternatives' that could only shoot iron sand with a thicker diameter.

However, within a distance of ten paces, the speed and strength of the alternative are amazing, and the iron sand that is fanned out directly beats the people under the city wall into a sieve.

Can't enter, can't retreat, the remaining twenty or so people just lay on the ground, the second team has already taken the fire gun to the wall, this time the target is not the horse bandits below but the teams that are about to come up. Suddenly, I heard a shout:

"Zhang Liang, you little rabbit, you are still alive and have no !!"

Hearing this voice, Zhang Liang, who was holding a big knife on the side, suddenly lost all his strength, and sat directly on the roof, followed by the second team's iron soldiers roaring:

"Extinguish all the fireropes."

Then he shouted at the outside:

"Dad~~, I'm still alive, and my skin is not broken!"

The ironclad men standing on the top of the wall watched the fire dragon under the mountain appear in front of them, and the heavily armed Jingying horse team and the knights of the Jinyi Guard, who had extinguished the fire rope in their hands, were there to roar selflessly, venting the ecstasy of escaping death, and some people were there shouting 'saved, saved'

The trembling horse bandits lying on the ground don't understand Chinese, if they understand that they have to be angry, it is clear that we have been beaten this night, and it should be us horse bandits who shout for help!

Jiang Feng stood on the stone wall with a shield in his hand, and shouted below:

"But Master Zhang of the Five Guards, our family is Jiang Feng, and the inside of the stone is safe and sound!!"

The cavalry of the Jingying horse team dismounted one after another, tied up the horse bandits lying there, whether they were dead or alive, and threw them aside, and the iron men who were standing nervously preparing for war below heard the conversation outside, and knew that it was finally okay, and these young men who seemed to be fierce gods at night only felt the fatigue after the fierce battle at this time, and they all sat on the ground with sore hands and feet, some laughed loudly, and some howled and cried there.

Only Yang Da and other five or six middle-aged hunters behaved quite calmly, holding long sticks to open the things blocking the gate, because there were piles of corpses of horse bandits, and the cavalry of the horse team in the Beijing camp were accustomed to seeing blood, and a group of people rushed in and began to sweep the entire Zhuangzi.

The Jingying horse team came to the horse team of 700 people, led by a thousand households surnamed Wu, Zhang Liang's father Jinyiwei's hundred households Zhang Zhen was with them, the stone wall of the fifth floor village was full of corpses and frozen blood, although it was winter, the smell was not obvious, but the outside was also extremely inconvenient.

It was the old officer who gave up the place where he lived, leaving a place for Jiang Feng, Wu Qianhu and Zhang Zhen, and after sitting down, Yang Da's mother-in-law boiled the tea brought by Jiang Feng's cart, boiled the water, and sent the tea.

After sitting down to talk, I realized that it was Zhang Zhen and the younger brother of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division who were drinking together, so they talked about things outside the city, and as a result, Zhang Zhen's younger brother, that is, Zhang Liang's uncle, said that the Zhuangzi and the caravan near the official road outside the city had already been attacked.

Xiao Zhuangzi was slaughtered, and there was a caravan that delivered grain on the way that was looted, and the people of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division obviously did not deal with such a thing for the first time, and directly judged that it must be a small group of horse bandits from the Tartars who were looting, but the few small villages that were slaughtered outside were all places where the poor people lived, and they didn't bother to pay attention to it without the bitter lord reporting, anyway, the horse bandits would not be stupid enough to come to the Beijing Division.

Zhang Zhen had a concern in his heart, Zhang Liang didn't come home at night, and when he went to Huifeng Lou to buy lo-mei wine, he asked idly, saying that it was for Zhuangzi outside the city. Zhuang Zhang Zhen on the fifth floor was also listening to Zhang Liang say, and at that time he thought that Jiang Feng was idle and having fun, that is, he didn't care.

At noon, I heard that there were Tartar horse bandits outside the city, and now that my son was out of the city, I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart, and hurriedly went to my brother to inquire, but it turned out that I got the news, and the Tianjin Guard Office handed over an official document, saying that a grain caravan there had been looted halfway, and the men and the chariots and horses were all tragically killed.

The caravan was delivering food to a small village on the side of the official road, and Zhang Zhen immediately knew that the horse bandits were probably operating in an area near the fifth floor village, and seven or eight carts were full of supplies, just a few people, just following others and saying, 'Come and grab it.' ’

Zhang Zhen, who was anxious, wanted to lead people out of the city to check, and at night the nine cities of the capital division were closed, and the door went out there, but in the early hours of the morning, a small colonel from the Imperial Horse Supervisor came to the door and woke Zhang Zhen directly, saying that Zhang Yongdu Governor also knew about this matter, and they had to go to guard now.

Two people opened the city gate with a waist card, and transferred a horse team of a thousand households in the regimental camp outside the city, and checked down the official road.

But there was a horse team of about 300 people at the edge of the official road, chasing a certain convoy, the anxious Zhang Zhen and the Jingying horse team hurried to the foot of the fifth floor of the mountain, and then heard the sound of shouting and killing on the mountain.

"I've also seen blood, I've beaten Tartars in Xuanhua, I'm not afraid of your jokes, brother, when I heard the sound of shouting and killing at the bottom of the mountain, my eyes were dark, and I almost fell off the horse. I didn't think of it, I didn't think of it......"

Zhang Zhen, who was licking the calf affectionately, was already speechless when he patted his thigh there, and Wu Qianhu in the Jingying camp on the side knew the weight of Jiang Feng, a young hundred households in front of him, took a sip of tea there, and asked in a deep voice:

"I don't know how many people can go into battle in this Zhuangzi of Little Brother Jiang?"

"Well, about a hundred and fifty?"

"How is it possible, one hundred and fifty people have killed more than two hundred and seventy Tartar horse bandits!!"