The three battalions marched seven or eight miles through the valley and marched down the mountain.

Sun Yi assigned Sanwu as a spearhead to climb the mountain ahead of the large army.

The soldiers of these three regiments were good at walking the mountains, and one of them carried a long hooked pole, and one of them had a thick hemp rope wrapped around his waist.

Each soldier's helmet was covered with a net made of fine hemp rope, which was inserted into the mesh with branches of bushes collected nearby.

After the spearhead set out, they left a rope for the large army to grasp on the difficult section, and the three battalions immediately went up the mountain.

By the time the weather was at its hottest in the afternoon, the 3rd Battalion had already climbed over one hill and climbed another ridge.

Sun Yi, Yang Ritian and Li Guang were lying on the hillside, their helmets full of branches to observe.

The vanguard of the Manchurian soldiers, numbering about 200 men, dressed in short armor, climbed halfway up the mountain with one step and two steps.

A mile behind the vanguard was the Manchurian brigade, which stretched from the hillside to a large flag at the foot of the mountain to the opposite hillside in a long formation. It is estimated that the total is not a thousand, but also eight hundred.

In the binoculars, all the Manchurian soldiers looked very tired.

None of the Manchurian soldiers in the brigade wore armor. Some of the armor was wrapped in a ball and carried on the body, some were handed over to the Aha slaves to carry, and the Manchurian soldiers who came down the mountain on the opposite side simply dragged the armor to the ground.

In slightly flatter places, many Manchurian soldiers walked backwards.

Sun Yi commented with a smile: "This is the result of climbing the mountain road for a day without leggings." ”

Yang Ritian suggested: "While they are tired, let's him?" ”

Sun Yi agreed: "Let's do it." ”

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Li Guang led ten people to make a detour from the side, going around behind a stone to hide.

In addition to the camouflage of the branches on their helmets, each of them wore a large net of hemp rope, which was tied with local weeds.

Ten people lay motionless behind the rocks, looking like a pile of wild dwarf bushes.

The vanguard of the Manchurian soldiers passed less than two hundred feet in front of them, unnoticed.

When the Manchurian brigade climbed up, the unique roar of the coiling dragon and bird sounded behind the stone.

"Thunderbolt!"

"Thunderbolt!"

"Thunderbolt!"

The buckshot whirled and screamed, and several unlucky guys in the ranks of the Manchurian soldiers fell in response.

Immediately after that, "bang", "bang", "bang", "bang" grenadiers sounded, and smoke bombs flew out from behind the stones.

The first few smoke bombs missed, but they were quickly corrected, and white smoke began to billowing from the ranks of the Manchurian soldiers.

The Manchurian soldiers in the team were dizzy from the sun, and they never imagined that after the vanguard passed by, there would be an ambush in the uninhabited wild mountains.

They hurriedly wound their bows and put on their armor in a hurry, when smoke rose and they were in a mess.

The vanguard of the Manchurian soldiers was bowed and armoured, and when they heard the sound of a gun behind them, they immediately turned around and rushed towards Li Guang's group.

Li Guang is not in a hurry, he grew up in the mountains, and he has a unique judgment of mountain people on mountain roads.

In Li Guang's concept, the distance of the mountain road cannot be judged by distance, but by time.

"You can sing across the valley, if you want to meet and walk for a day", "It's easy to go up the mountain, but it's hard to go down".

The Manchurian soldiers wanted to rush down the mountain road for a while.

Li Guang led his troops to rush to the Manchurian brigade, ran to the nearest place, and ten people took out the wooden flying thunder together, bit off the fire pipe with their teeth, threw it into the smoke screen and turned to leave.

"Boom", "boom" explosions sounded behind Li Guang.

Li Guang returned behind the stones, and the vanguard of the Manchurian soldiers had not yet run halfway. Li Guang deliberately waited for them for a while before leading the team to evacuate along the side of the mountain.

Li Guang lured the Manchurian vanguard to leave the brigade, and on the other side, Yang Ritian immediately led a group of people to emerge from the ridge.

More than 100 people rushed out of the land and went straight to the place where Li Guang had attacked just now.

The smoke screen in the Manchurian brigade had just cleared, and the mountain slopes were crawling with wailing Manchurian soldiers, and the standing Manchurian soldiers were only halfway through their armor.

Yang Ritian let go of the wounded soldiers, first organized the archers to launch a wave of arrows at the standing Manchurian soldiers, and then led the three-eyed gunners to rush over for a close-range bombardment, and finally personally led the sword and shield men to rush into the crowd to clean up, not seeking the result of the Manchurian soldiers' lives, but only to expand the damage.

After a wave of charges, without waiting for the Manchurian soldiers below to come up, Yang Ritian led the sword and shield men to drop a few firepipe smoke bombs and retreated immediately.

The archers covered the return of the sword and shield men and the three-eyed guns, and Yang Ritian's team turned around and went up the mountain.

The smoke screen cleared again, and the Manchurian soldiers who followed came up and were greeted by wounded soldiers all over the hillside.

The Manchurian soldiers under the mountain watched as the vanguard on the mountain was transferred away from the mountain, but there was nothing they could do.

The 200 pioneers of Manchuria, who were lost by Li Guang, were in a dilemma.

The battle of the Manchurian brigade in the rear was over, and there was no point in rushing back for reinforcements; A small group of people in front of them kept out of range of their bows and arrows if they were off the ground, and they couldn't catch up if they really tried to catch up.

Suddenly, a few straw bales flew down the ridge silently, and they bounced all the way across the hillside.

Some bales exploded with a "boom" when they were far away, and some bales passed through the line without happening, but two or three exploded right in the ranks.

The deafening sound and sharp iron slag did not kill or injure many people, but the psychological blow to the Manchurian soldiers was far greater than the physical blow.

- The damned "thunder" is here again, let's not provoke it, it comes to the door on its own!

Li Guang's squad fired a row of bird guns at the same time, and shot smoke bombs one after another.

On one side is a chilling straw bale, and on the other side the smoke screen seems to be endless.

Outside of the smoke, Sun Yi led more than 100 people to rush down the ridge, and the tactics were almost the same as Yang Ritian's.

First the bow and arrow attack, then the three-eyed gun bombardment, and then the sword and shield hand threw in a dozen wooden flying thunderbolts.

As the smoke screen cleared, the sword and shield men rushed in under the cover of the archers to clear the remnants of the enemy.

This group of Manchurian soldiers deserves to be the vanguard and elite, and they can still maintain their sanity under such a blow. As soon as they could see the direction, the surviving Manchurian soldiers scattered and fled down the mountain.

Sun Yi didn't chase after them, only Li Guang's team sent them away unhurriedly with the Coiling Dragon Bird Gun.

This time the three battalions had a short time to clear the battlefield.

The soldiers of the third battalion, under the leadership of the experienced Liaodong veteran Youzi, snatched the clothes, belongings, weapons, and short armor of the Manchurian corpses and wounded soldiers, and then turned around and went up the mountain.

Under the scorching sun, only a movable and immobile flesh remained.

Sun Yi scolded in his mouth: "A group of poor ghosts who don't pay attention to hygiene! But the smugness on his face could not be concealed. Because there were still more than a hundred people in reserve on the ridge, the battle that he commanded independently for the first time had come to a successful end.

Half an hour later, the regrouped Manchurian soldiers rushed up the ridge with all their strength.

Behind the ridge there was no one but a stone bag that resembled the sacrifice of nomads. Sticking a straw man with a drooping head and a red tasseled hat and short armor stuck in it, an arrow was shot between his legs.

The angry Manchurian general rushed up and tore off the arrow.

Ao Bao "boomed" with a loud bang, and stones flew all over the sky.