It was only two days and nights later, and even the courtyard was filled with all kinds of corpses, both enemies and ours, and the closer we got to the steps of the main building, the denser it became.

Many people, almost hand-to-hand, stabbed and slashed each other in the moment, twisted and died together.

There was a bang, and the earth, rocks, and smoke erupted from the fan surface, and suddenly hit more than a dozen people, although most of them were not fatal, but they could only roll on the ground in pain.

It was just a directional ground mine that I had made out of buried gunpowder and some debris, but as they approached, the more similar mechanisms could be used, the less they were used.

In fact, I didn't wait for anything to happen internally, but I was in a great crisis externally. The courtyard outside had been abandoned, and the gate wall had been broken, for we were facing a serious rebel army.

Although I don't know why, they joined the attack on us after the attackers were routed, and brought heavy weapons that were obviously captured, and they were biting us hard.

Isn't this an eye-catcher, or an extra easy way to attract hatred, I shook my head, put down a firecracker, replaced it with flint, and readjusted the elasticity of the firewheel.

Use the strip of the cotton head with water to clean the residual particles in the barrel,

The day after the defeat of the gangs, we were attacked by a large number of unidentified armed volunteers.

They were better equipped, quite distinctive, and well-trained, and although they were inferior to the regular officers and soldiers in terms of organization and discipline in the formation of troops, they were very good at cooperating in small groups and fighting in narrow spaces.

It only took them two waves of tentative attacks to figure out our basic formation and means, and after they were accidentally close to them, our accumulated casualties quickly expanded to three digits.

Those spear teams who had changed hands could not stop them, who were experienced in battle and were very good at seizing opportunities, so they were killed and fled with their lives.

Then Bo Fu led the white soldiers, and only slightly stopped Ezeah and them, but because the degree of cooperation was obviously inferior to the other party, they were also forced to retreat.

I finally had to come in handy, two rounds of direct fire and two rounds of projectiles, leaving behind more than 200 corpses, and then riding from the guards and the direct team of my family from both wings, and finally let these skilled armed servants have to return with a feather.

Then my mother didn't wait for the next round of attacks, but she was stunned to see a massacre, and the armed servants who had easily retreated suddenly became chaotic, and then an army appeared from behind and almost slaughtered them.

Even if the remnants fought and fled into the looted mansions, they still could not escape their search. The survivors were dragged out almost covered in blood and then beheaded in the streets.

It looked quite tragic and tragic, and soon the roadside was filled with piles of heads and fallen bodies.

It looked like the reinforcements I had been waiting for had arrived, and the crowd was so excited and jubilant that they almost rushed out to meet them on the spot.

But I kept an eye on it, and sent only half of my men to meet and meet them, but I kept those who rode from the guards and myself.

In the middle of the answers, these "officers and soldiers" still showed their flaws, and then turned into angry killings, and in the end, only Bo Fu and a few people saw the opportunity to run fast and fled back under the cover of bows and arrows and guns.

At this point, I have lost more than half of my manpower, so I can only abandon the oversized courtyard and retreat to the main building, using the original layout to resist one or two.

Fortunately, they were also very tired, and they did not attack immediately, but regrouped and regrouped, which also gave me a respite to encourage and regroup the remaining armed personnel who were facing collapse or despair.

It took more than twenty people who fell into hysterical panic or tried to drop their weapons and flee by executing and punishing them in one fell swoop.

I opened another exit for those who were lucky to go out and try to negotiate a thing or two, and then secretly shot an officer in the shoulder.

Not surprisingly, the rebels who succeeded in provoking them would come out and try to use ransom and other conditions in exchange for a few people who left safely, and slaughtered them all, and by the way, they used the mourning tactics of the rabbit and the fox to strengthen the determination of the remaining people to resist in all kinds.

At this point, Mrs. Chen couldn't help but secretly ask me if I could rely on the rest of the people to break out with only a limited number of people, and my answer was that the possibility and hope were really slim, and the best reality had been missed.

After all, out of the cover of buildings and crowds, we will only be annihilated by these rebels with high morale, according to their absolute numerical superiority, and at least we will hurt these rebels to some extent, and use our resistance to let the other side understand that this is not a hard bone to gnaw on.

Perhaps after they show fatigue and slackness, there will be a glimmer of opportunity and hope.

Then we abandoned the stables, the flower houses, and other outbuildings, and turned them into burning or collapsed ruins, and according to my sight, we found the arrangements and mechanisms we left in the process, and at least two or more rebels were trapped.

Although there are not many dead who were smashed down by the fire and buried in the rubble, all kinds of people who were injured or burned inadvertently became a drag and burden to the other party.

When we shrunk most of the remaining people into the complex of the main building, it made the rebels a little constrained, and it was difficult to deploy their full strength.

Thanks to the original builders, this is a typical stone building, and the rich plaster of the crevices and outer layers with plaster, various reinforcements, plus prior clearance, basically eliminated the possibility of all kinds of fire attacks and direct damage.

Therefore, in addition to the large furnishings and obstacles that are well arranged and blocked the exit, we only need to deal with the attack at a few openings in the lower floor of the building.

And you can use furniture or something, dropped from the upper floor to play the role of rolling stones, and there are decorative fountains in the interior, but it has become our savior, not only can be cited but also used for fire prevention.

What supports our belief is nothing more than the belief that we don't want to die so miserably, and false assurances such as the support of the officers and soldiers that may come at any time, but have not been able to appear for a long time.

In fact, since they claim to be rebels, let's just assume that they are rebels. Although they were the most skilled tactics of the officers and troops of the Southern Dynasty.

But in order to demoralize us, they will deliberately abuse those captives who can't run and are caught in the courtyard, such as slashing men into bloody racks, or pressing women to the ground until they are completely out of breath.

In the dull and dense footsteps, the trampled courtyard could no longer see the original flowers and plants, and a black and oppressive figure appeared again.

A whole team of 200 people, dressed in heavy armor covering their heads, necks and limbs, and holding a long card with metal foreskin, slowly forced up from under the steps like fish scales, followed by the archers with rickety bodies,

They wore no helmets, wore leather armor like vests, and held long bows and waists across quivers, like waves, and took turns to rise and fall from behind the armorers, shooting a continuous stream of arrows, and the doors and windows beat like raindrops.

But he didn't see the figure of the gunner, probably because of the problem of the rate of fire, he was ruled out.

"Fish scales? Turtle and Shield Tactics...... This is the specialty of the Liren Battalion of the Xihai Domain,"

Mrs. Chen's face changed, and she said in a low voice

"When did it become the ability of the Qingyuan rebels......

"It seems to be a dagger."

I answered

“。 Not only did it leave a living mouth for witnessing."

At this time, the few arrows in the building had stopped firing, because they could hardly shoot through the door panel and the flesh behind the iron leaf heavy armor, causing more damage, but were shot at close range by people, causing some casualties

The only thing that was still making a sound was the firebolt, they only needed a small opening and gap to create a corresponding threat, but the rate of fire was not fast, it was a hard wound.

Therefore, occasionally there are armor soldiers who are bleeding profusely, or holding their necks, and are hit, but they are not supported and replaced from time to time, and they cannot affect the approaching heavy armor queue.

Like a slowly crawling turtle, it is extremely determined to force into the main entrance, and the sharpness of the long axe and big knife flashes in the crowd.

Then the people in the front row suddenly slipped and fell, stacked on top of each other and mixed together, and suddenly exposed the people covering inside, but they were some firearm throwers with shocked expressions.

Needless to say, all the counterattacks on the windowsills and exits, were concentrated on them. Suddenly, blood splashed, screaming and falling to the ground, and the fire jar and medicine bottle in his hand were also thrown to the ground.

Realizing this situation, the archers behind were also anxious, no longer seeking cover, but standing up straight, and constantly firing arrows at the main building, trying to rely on the numerical advantage regardless of casualties to maintain the suppression.

Then a few torches flew out of a parabola and were thrown into the crowd, and these heavily armored men behind hurriedly rushed forward, although a little clumsy, but they were trained to wave the long cards, intercept these torches as much as possible, and block the flying and fall to the side.

But our destination has been reached, and I have already asked people to sprinkle a layer of refined palm oil on the ground, and these dozens of barrels of palm oil are just local products brought by my hometown and given to Mrs. Chen, so I didn't expect them to come in handy here.

The fallen torches shattered into a large canopy of sparks on the ground, and quickly turned into a spreading fire, and the rising blue oil flame suddenly burned into a piece, like a light blue carpet on the ground of the water mill

Although it is used as lamp oil, the fire head is not very big and not very hot, but it is enough to ⊥ these heavily armored people, all kinds of hands are in a hurry, although the iron leaves and hands of heavy armor are not afraid of burning, but the soles of their feet are not fireproof.

Directly burned down the trouser leg, and suddenly all kinds of screams were heartbreaking, and they fell to the ground one after another, but after all, they were well-trained elite people, and soon used the corpses of their comrades to pin their feet, and threw the long cards in their hands to the ground, and immediately suppressed a lot of those flames, and then regardless of the contaminated flames and the burning pain, they shrank inward from both sides and regrouped up.

Seeing this, even I couldn't help but praise "Yu Dehao", and then took a long gun, shot it in the chest at the leader of the team who was hoarse, and slowly fell to it, and then was covered by the long card handed over.

At this time, they had already damaged a small number of personnel, and they were still thinking about attacking, and continued to muster up Yu Yong to rush forward, and then they seemed to ignore something, and suddenly tragedy happened.

The corpses on the ground where they were stepping suddenly exploded, and suddenly a fire rose like a flower blooming from the inside out, tearing their queue apart in the center, but it was the fire pots and medicine bottles that were thrown on the ground that were ignited.

With the dull sound of bursting in succession, the reorganized fish scale array seemed to be forcibly torn apart by a force from the inside out, and pieces of burned or blackened bodies rolled on the ground and screamed, but the power of military firearms was not

Only the dozens of armored soldiers at the front who had escaped the impact and splash range rushed to the gate together as if they didn't know it, waved their knives and axes, and slashed violently.

The spear that counterattacked inside also pierced out along the gaps and gaps, directly against their bodies, and could only pierce a small section before being cut off, and then the gate, which was already full of scars, finally showed signs of cracking.

At this time, with a clarion call

"Oil Tank"

Several huge clay containers slammed into the top of their heads, splattering a large amount of slippery and greasy liquid, and then the flames on their bodies turned into a huge ball of fire again

As a result, these last warriors had to be wiped out in heavy pain.

As for the archers on the steps, they had already fled, leaving only the lightly armed rear team not far away, carrying escalators and hitting wood, intending to follow, still looking at the tragic scene in the fire with covetous faces, as if they were stunned.

Well, at last I held on again, I sighed a little tiredly, and leaned against the wall, when others from other places also came to report that the small group of rebels who tried to sneak up on several entrances on the side were also repulsed, only a dozen more dead and wounded.

Seeing the face blackened by gunpowder smoke around her, I hugged her head and squatted, wiped her with my sleeve, but the more I wiped it, the more dirty it became, I pinched the cigarette ash and painted her a dirty flower cat face.

Then she couldn't help but laugh at the fragment of the mirror that she was used to observe, and then she threw herself into my arms and tried to draw it for me.

At this time, the enigmatic creature also struggled to carry a wooden barrel up, its little face was covered with beads of sweat, and its skirt was also burned and pitted.

Because of the brutality of the previous tug-of-war, along with the cavalry guards, there were only a handful of armed men in the building that I could command, including the wounded. At this point, every person in the museum is precious, so there is no room for idlers, not even her.

She snorted softly, and the sound of the barrel being lowered heavily, interrupted a certain atmosphere between the two of us, and I opened it disapprovingly, and there was some steaming chowder inside.

Because the kitchen is ruined, I can only rely on some large containers and cutlery in the room, with the stove used to remove dampness in the room, and will make some of the simplest cauldron food.

The high tension and continuous fighting, I was already hungry, and I just grabbed it with my hands and ate it, and I didn't care about what it tasted like.

She was about to laugh at me a few times for being ugly or something,

Suddenly there was a palpitation, and I hugged her, and squatted with my head in my arms, and threw herself to the ground, only to hear a few dull thuds, and the sturdy windowsills and flower railings crumbled, and countless fragments struck the walls with holes and scars.

As for the guard I was staying on the windowsill, I still remember that his name was Zhou Jia, and he was gone, leaving only a large pool of blood and debris.

"Don't be afraid ......"

Ignoring the feeling of the fire burning on my back, I tried to soothe the two girls, who were already stiff and choking back tears, and moved them to a safe place with half a hug.

Then he patted them on the back and whispered "It's okay" in his ear, feeling their intense heartbeat slowly calm down.

Holding his head and squatting his hands, he hugged my shoulder, but he didn't cry out loud, just sobbed slightly

"You're bleeding

The enigmatic creature that gritted its teeth also relaxed its body and pulled back the hand that was holding me behind my back, and there was something strange in its eyes.

"Is this what it's like to be close to death......

"Out of the way,"

I hissed between my teeth, trying to make a reassuring smile

"It's just a little blood with rough skin and thick flesh, it's better than what you hurt......"

Then she stopped talking, just squatting with her head in her hands, buried deep in my arms.

After a few moments, I looked up slightly and peeked out through the gap, and saw three jet-black short tubes in the courtyard that were being held in place by the mound. I couldn't help but sink in my heart all of a sudden,

"Hell...... How did they get this thing here......"

I couldn't help but complain,

Even the smallest artillery used to defend the city is enough to pose a deadly threat to us. As long as there is enough time and effort, outside of our range, slowly adjust the shooting, there will always be more and more accurate.