Roars began to erupt from the mountain crowd.

A passage began to flash out of the crowd. The mountain people standing on either side began to cheer.

"Sir, it's our patrolman." A lieutenant reminded with a binocular.

"I know, they ambushed our patrol." The lieutenant colonel looked at him with some twitching faces.

"Fire, hurry. They are going to publicly execute our patrolmen. The lieutenant colonel shouted loudly.

"Artillery fired. Fast. The lieutenant was the first to react and shouted loudly.

"Oh. Oh. The mountain shouted loudly waving the weapon in his hand.

"Whoosh." Shells whizzed by, striking the crowd of mountain settlers gathered. But the mountain people are still undaunted. They still wielded the sticks in their hands. Shout out loud to the militants. Send out a challenge.

A stout mountain man escorted a patrol of armed men. They usually patrol two miles around the station. The number of people is usually around ten.

The stout mountain man kicked the patrol to the ground. Then pull it up with thick arms and put the patrol in a kneeling position. The patrolmen were already unable to resist. Observation from a telescope. The patrol was covered in wounds, unable to move one arm, and had apparently received some kind of heavy blow.

Cheers again from the mountains. Apparently some kind of ritual is about to reach a certain climax.

"Poof." The stout mountain man smashed the patrolman's head with a big stick. The brains splattered out instantly, red and white. A loud shout on the mountain, arms constantly raising the weapons in their hands.

"Mountain, fuck you. I will not let you die a good death. A private scolded in a hateful tone. The lieutenant colonel went and slammed it on the stake.

"Let the two guns fire at a rapid pace. The remaining two are loaded with shotguns. Drag the six-pipe Vulcan out. I'm going to let them die here! The lieutenant colonel tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

After smashing the patrol with a stick. The mountain man clearly didn't want to let the other go like that. Two landmen came up to help. They dragged the corpse with their hands, and the mountain man tore it hard. Forcefully pulled the patrolman's thigh off. Flesh splattered. The scene was extremely bloody. The mountain people cheered.

Behind the fortifications. Many of the armed men gritted their teeth, looking at the scene in front of them, they wanted to run out and shoot the guy, and then slice the other person with a knife.

"Damn mountain people." The captain could no longer control the anger in his heart.

"Restraint, Captain, these mountain people are stupid, they are provoking us, and at the same time they are playing up the blood and making their warriors angry. Fight like crazy in the ensuing battle. "The lieutenant colonel has obviously had a direct impact with these mountain people.

"Whoosh." The shells began to fire rapidly. Solid bullets, grenades. Non-stop shooting among the mountain people. Solid bullets made a bloody path among the mountain people. The ricochet continues to attack, killing more of the opposing team. Or seriously injured.

The solid bullet of a five-inch gun jumped up and knocked a platoon of mountain men to the ground. Then it flew and smashed half of the faces of the two mountain men behind them. Then splash to the back and continue to knock down the belly, thighs, and calves of the mountain people. The splattered brains have not yet hit the ground, and many mountain people have already been seriously injured on the ground.

"Woo." The mountain people were enraged by the artillery of the armed men. They think that the other party is a coward and does not dare to take the initiative to fight. They decided to defeat these enemies on their own terms.

"Ahhh A loud roar. The mountaineers began to attack like a sea of mountains. There was no formation, no offensive order, and a large number of hidden and invisible mountain people poured out of the mountains and forests, and the number of them exceeded 7,000. On the Qin side, there were only nearly two thousand people. More than 500 of them were merchants. Guns are also varied. The officers improvised to put them together according to their weapons. Then organize the defense.

More than 7,000 people, which is almost all the mountain people in the region combined. The tide, like a tide, rushed towards the temporary station of the Qin people.

Three hundred, two hundred. The mountain people still maintain their vigorous fighting power. "Bang." The mines began to explode, and some severed limbs blown away by the mines were flying everywhere, but the mountain people were not afraid. Barbed wire could no longer stop them. The mountain people had a fearless spirit of sacrifice, they bravely threw themselves on the barbed wire, and then the people behind them stepped on their bodies to advance.

"One hundred steps." A sergeant whispered. Many people watched the mountain people sprint wildly, like wild beasts.

"Eighty steps, ready." The sergeant major began to shout loudly.

"Sixty steps, put." "Bang bang." A burst of electric thunderous shooting. The "Lang head" in the mountains was dispelled. Many mountain people fell to the ground.

"Shoot. All shots. "Officers, sergeants, sergeants shouted loudly. A lot of people started shooting frantically through sandbags, through gaps in wooden stakes. Pistols, shotguns, shotguns, revolver rifles, everyone was shooting at once, very close, as if the mountain people could enter with only one step. Scared, the tense environment made them frantically pull the trigger before they had time to aim at the target. Then reload. Shoot. Reload.

"Bang bang." The six-barreled Vulcan began to spin wildly and shoot. Patches of mountain people were knocked to the ground as if they were harvesting wheat. Crazy change of magazines. Everyone, they're shooting. The smoke emitted made it impossible for them to see where the mountain people had rushed. But as long as they shoot, they will not be able to get by. This is the consensus in their hearts.

"Bang." Artillery began to get involved in the battle. The shotshots they use are as powerful as machine guns. The mountainmen who charge in dense numbers give their shotshots a higher lethal effect. Large swaths of mountain people were killed and wounded.

"Throw a grenade." The sergeant shouted loudly. The sergeant major felt that their safe distance was shortening, and they needed a safe distance to guarantee continuous shooting. In close combat, mountain people are very difficult.

"Bang." The grenades began to be thrown intermittently. Everywhere there were gunshots, cannons, explosions, and the sergeants had to shout as loudly as they could to get orders on. It was very noisy, and many people didn't hear anything. They have only one thing, kill the person on the other side. Despite not being able to see anything.

On one side were tribes armed with gunpowder weapons, and on the other side were clubs, bows and arrows, and a small number of bronze metal weapons. The outcome of the war was suddenly judged by a high and low.

When the lieutenant colonel on the high platform noticed that the mountain people were beginning to retreat. Gunshots are still ringing out. The slow runner was mercilessly knocked to the ground. To die will not be tortured, and it will be a misfortune not to die.