Sun Hejing is Sun Yuanhua's third son, who has followed Sun Yuanhua since he was a child and is familiar with the production and control of various artillery.

When Zhu Shunming came back from Dengzhou, in addition to table salt, he naturally brought back all kinds of artillery and the head of the artillery man.

In this western expedition, Zhu Shunming brought with him the artillery units that had not yet gone through actual combat. Sun Hejing, as the chief artillery expert, naturally followed.

Due to the difficulty of the southwest mountain road, the only artillery that Zhu Shunming's army brought to the southwest was the lightweight Franc machine artillery and the Tiger squat artillery.

For the first time in the actual artillery battle, the Changsha Guard army chose an excellent terrain. With artillery alone, the enemy was almost completely annihilated.

With artillery, Li Dingguo fought this battle very easily, not only completely annihilating more than 3,000 people of the main force of Maolipo natives, but also consolidating the tactics of artillery and foot coordination.

Sweep the battlefield, cut off the heads of the natives, loot the spoils of war, bury the corpses...... The soldiers of the 1,000th household were so proficient that it became a tradition in the army.

Annihilating the main force of the Maolipo natives, Li Dingguo ordered a night's rest and then attacked the natives the next day.

At the end of the next day, Li Dingguo's army surrounded the gate of Maolipo Turen Cottage, and the cannon mouth of the black hole hole pointed directly at Dazhai.

The door of the cottage is closed, the defenders at the head of the wall have no fighting spirit, and the high-level natives in the village are quarreling endlessly, and the battle is still undecided.

Mao Guichuan's wife, Liu, wanted to surrender.

"Those who know the times are Junjie. Lord Tusi never returned, thinking that he would be captured by the Han people. The Han people are menacing this time, and we can't stop their sharpness. It's better to pretend to surrender and wait for the opportunity to act. Why can't we surrender to the Han people? ”

"Nope." Mao Guichuan's brother Mao Guixi flatly refused: "This time is different from the past. Now the sand toast is the king in Kunming, and the native people have become the masters of this land. For the sake of our land, for the glory of the natives, we must resist to the end......"

"Boom ......"

In the middle of the day, the calibrated artillery began to fire. A few pounds of iron balls roared and hit the gate and wall.

The wooden gate was smashed into sawdust, the rammed wall was blasted out of fist-sized holes, and sand and soil continued to flow out of the crater.

The iron balls flying against the walled wall smashed into the bodies of the soldiers defending the city, bombarding the natives into a blur of flesh and blood, and the natives at the head of the city were in chaos.

"The Han people actually don't persuade them to surrender?" Mrs. Tusi was surprised and said, "The Han people have cannons, so let's surrender." As long as we bow our heads and admit our mistakes, the Han people will forgive us. ”

Mao Guixi smiled and said disdainfully: "What if there is artillery? Can artillery still get into the room? Let's fight the Han people in the streets and drain their blood. ”

The artillery continued to fire, and the wall, which was not very strong for the natives, was bombarded with potholes and could collapse at any time.

"Aim for the gate, salvo."

More than a dozen Franc cannons opened fire together, and the originally precarious gate collapsed under the huge impact.

"Oh no, the Han people have come in......"

The soldiers of the 1,000th household were in groups of three or five, and all arms were combined, carefully passing through the gate of the village, and slowly advancing towards the Turen village.

"Go on, drive the Han people out." Mao Guixi was shirtless and brandished a broadsword, urging the natives in the village to meet the invading Han Chinese.

With a bitter hatred for the Han people, the natives rushed out of the houses and temples, armed with rudimentary weapons, vowing to drive away and annihilate the invading Han people.

The Changsha guards slowly advanced inward from the gap in the wall, and the natives swarmed from the wall, and the two armies collided under the wall.

Xiong Xianghui's 100 households grabbed the first credit and were the first to rush into the Maolipo village.

His hundred households were divided into groups of five to form battle groups. A sword and shield bearer, two pikemen, a crossbowman, and a wolftooth soldier. The five of them covered each other and advanced and retreated together.

Liqing's father followed Tusi on the expedition and did not return for one night. Now that the Han people are knocking on the door, it seems that the father is more than lucky.

At the thought that his father was actually killed by the weak Han Chinese, Liqing was furious. The Han people already occupy the best land in Guizhou, so why are the natives not allowed to stand on their own feet in this barren mountainous area? Do the natives have to be ruled by the weak Han all the time?

Liqing is taller and more powerful than ordinary natives, and Lord Tusi Mao once praised him as "the first warrior of Maoli Slope", and also had the meaning of recruiting him as a son-in-law.

Thinking of the beautiful and moving summer flowers, Liqing hated the Han people in front of him even more. These damn Han Chinese have disrupted their own good lives.

Maybe after killing the Han people in front of him, Lord Tusi will appreciate himself more. It would be better if I could marry the autumn lotus girl home.

"Kill ......"

Li Qing raised his scimitar and slashed at the Han soldiers.

The "......" scimitar slashed at the shield with a deafening sound and flashed a burst of sparks.

Liqing's heart aches for his scimitar, which is a love gift from Xia Hua.

Li Qing was about to check whether the scimitar was damaged, when he suddenly felt cold in his waist and abdomen, and a chill spread throughout his body.

Two spears emerged from behind the Han shield, piercing two transparent holes in his waist and abdomen, and blood shot like fountains.

Li Qing felt extremely angry. The first warrior of Maolipo was actually plotted by the Han people? Why fight more and fight less? There's a heads-up.

Out of anger, Liqing once again raised his scimitar and slashed at the Han people in complete disregard.

"Bang ......"

Among the Han people, a big man who was not inferior to Liqing was wrapped in metal armor, brandished a half-zhang long mace, and hit Liqing heavily in the chest.

Liqing felt that he had turned into a light butterfly, circling and flying. The blood mist that erupted from his mouth turned into a hazy shape, and Liqing's eyes were like a beautiful summer flower girl.

Time paused, and Liqing felt that he had the whole world, and everything in the world was under him.

"Bang......" Liqing's body fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. Blood continued to spurt out from his waist and abdomen, the corners of his mouth, his breathing gradually weakened, and his vital signs kept disappearing.

The first warrior of Maolipo shed his last drop of blood for the glory of the natives.

The natives kept coming, and the Changsha guards and horses were like rocks, allowing the natives to impact and not moving. The attack of the natives was like a stream of water flowing on the sand, surging and then swallowed up by the sand, and the current continued to weaken until it disappeared completely.

The main force of the young and middle-aged people of Maolipo followed the Tusi Mao Guichuan on the expedition, and all of them died in yesterday's battle, and there were not many young and strong men left behind in the cottage.

With a wave of morale, the Turen launched a counterattack against the Han Chinese.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

The Han Chinese army was unexpectedly tenacious and able to fight. Despite the desperate resistance of the natives, the Han army slowly advanced deeper into the stockade. The natives who counterattacked kept falling, and there were fewer and fewer natives resisting.

Mao Guixi, who clamored to resist the Han people to the end, was nowhere to be found; The frightened natives have completely lost their fighting spirit; The women did not let the native women who had eyebrows all fall under the swords and guns of the Han people who did not pity the fragrance and jade.

Before noon, the 1,000th household had already occupied most of the Maolipo Dazhai, and only the palace of Lord Tusi was still resisting sporadically.

"Old Bear, can you do it?" Duan Qiankun was covered in blood, and he still couldn't hide his beautiful face.

The Tusi Palace was grabbed by Xiong Xianghui, Duan Qiankun was originally angry, but now seeing that Xiong Xianghui still hadn't taken the palace, he couldn't help but laugh.

Xiong Xianghui grinned and smiled like a beast: "A man can't say no. Let you see what the old bear is really capable of. ”