"Bang!

The Ming infantry estimated the range of the flintlock pistol, and did not know who it was, and pulled the trigger first.

The war horse that was shot had its front hooves off the ground and roared in the sky, while the rest of the war horses did not move at all, it seemed that the red-haired war horse had adapted to the sound of gunfire.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

Flintlock pistols on all sides, densely enveloping the red hair.

Fortunately, there was a huge body of the war horse to block it, and the casualties of the red hair were not strict, but the injured war horses were all skewered, and the mobile cover in front of the red hair was completely opened.

More flintlock bullets, more red hairs and their horses fired into the center, more horses were wounded and fell, or fled, and more red hairs lost their deterrent to the Ming army due to casualties.

Hong Chengchou felt strange: "These red hairs, why don't you shoot?" Could it be that they were stupid by the momentum of the Ming army? ”

No one can answer Hong Chengchou's question, even if Zhu Youzhen is here, he can't say why.

In half a cup of tea, the red hairs had suffered more than a dozen casualties, and the war horses in front of them had already fled or been injured, and the bunker that protected them had completely collapsed.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The redfur finally fought back.

However, there were no casualties among the Ming troops, and the soldiers were surprised to find that the red-haired bullets were all falling on the grass in front of the Ming army, and they were still a few steps away from the soldiers' bodies.

"Damn, it turns out that these red-haired firearms can't shoot as long as our flintlock pistols, which scares Lao Tzu." Hong Chengchou finally understood the reason why the red hair only fought back until now, he didn't believe that at this moment of life and death, the red hair would deliberately hide his strength, the red hair was only a few dozen people, once it was killed by the Ming army, no matter how good the firearms were, they would become the trophies of the Ming army.

Finding that the range of the red-haired firearms was not as good as the flintlock pistols of the Ming army, Hong Chengchou was completely relieved, and he asked the soldiers to raise the flag: all troops stop advancing and shoot Hongmao on the spot.

Since the red-haired firearms were no threat to the Ming army, Hong Chengchou was confident that he would wipe out all these red-haired people, and it would be best to capture a few people, along with their firearms, and escort them to Beijing and send them to Emperor Zhu Youzhen.

The bullets of the flintlock pistol, like locusts, flew towards the red hairs who were surrounded in the core, and their war horses had been killed and wounded, and now even if they wanted to escape, it was impossible.

Time is passing little by little, the casualties of the red hair are increasing, and the blood left on the ground has watered the grass on the ground beautifully, and the original green blades of grass have become blood red.

Seeing the wounded companions screaming on the ground, making all kinds of screaming symphonies in pain, the red hairs were so angry that they screamed, and some even avoided the war horses and shot directly at the Ming army.

But their bullets, not because of the change in their feelings, will increase the range in a short time, and the Ming army will stay safely out of their range.

Blood is in a race against time, life is inversely proportional to time, and dozens of red hairs are losing signs of life little by little.

Compared with the red hair, the Ming army is like a calm swordsman, no matter what the reaction of the red hair on the opposite side is, they are all methodically loading, aiming, and shooting, as if the red hair on the opposite side is simply the target of their practice.

As long as the red hair leans out from behind the horse or the carcass of the horse, the dense bullets will immediately greet them, in the rain of bullets in all directions, they have no possibility to dodge, and the wounded are the lightest punishment for them by the Ming army.

More than half of the red hairs had been killed, and the ground was littered with red hairs, either corpses, or injured bodies making final tossing on the ground.

The blue eyes of the red-haired leader were already green, looking at the Ming army around him that was as dense as ants, he really didn't understand, which country's army was this, if they were Poles and Swedes, and they didn't want to, these troops on the other side were completely similar to the natives nearby, all with black eyes and black hair.

To say that the troops on the other side are all natives, and he doesn't believe it when he kills them, where did these natives get their firearms? They don't even know how to smelt iron, how can they make guns?

Could it be that they stole their own guns? It's not like, the guns on the other side, not only are they different from their own guns, they have a longer range, and they are by no means their own lost guns, is it the latest domestic firearms that have been lost to the East?

The leader's mind was a blur, and he couldn't figure out the ins and outs of these questions.

But his hesitation increased the casualties of his companions in vain.

After a fierce ideological infighting, he put down the gun in his hand and slowly raised his hands: "Brothers, we have met the devil, resistance will only bring more casualties, surrender, we must have someone to go back and report to the emperor what we saw in the east." ”

The power of example is endless, especially at a time when life and death are at the end of the day.

All the red hairs followed the example of the leader, threw down their guns, raised their hands high, faced the Ming army, and stood beside the pile of corpses in despair.

The Ming army stopped shooting, but the barrel of the flintlock pistol was still loaded with bullets.

Hong Chengchou hooked his finger at them, telling them to leave the barrier of the war horse and walk forward.

Under the leadership of the leader, the red hair all maintained the same posture and slowly approached the Ming army.

Countless flintlock pistols were pointed at the front and back of the red hair's chest, and if they made any movement, their bodies would be pierced by the flintlock pistols immediately.

Fifty paces away from Hong Chengchou, the red-haired men stopped, chaotic and frightened.

"This kind of military posture is also called an army." Hong Chengchou secretly compared them with the Ming army, and found that the training level of the Ming army was much higher than theirs.

The Ming soldiers stepped forward, and seeing that the red hair had no intention of resisting, they tied them with a rope, and pulled the rope again, making sure that the tie was firm, and then brought it to Hong Chengchou.

The red-haired leader who walked in the front said something to Hong Chengchou, but Hong Chengchou didn't understand anything, so he treated him as if he hadn't said anything, he had become a prisoner, and he still had the right to speak? Don't forget, you surrender unconditionally.

The soldiers are taking care of the wounded soldiers and corpses, and as in the Northern Expedition, all the wounded soldiers have their necks wiped off, who has the leisure to take care of them? Besides, the wounds of this flintlock pistol are not easy to treat.

But they were surprised to find that among the red-haired wounded soldiers, there was also a group of women.

They counted, there were twelve people in total, two of them were shot, fell to the ground and gasped, it seems, the injuries were not light, seeing the Ming soldiers searching over, in their eyes, there was no fear, only indifference.

The soldiers escorted these women to Hong Chengchou, "Military seat, we found twelve women." ”

"Woman? Where did the woman come from? Could it be that when the red-haired people are fighting, they will still take their families with them? Hong Chengchou also saw a row of women escorted by the soldiers.

"The military seat, it was brought by the red hair, but they are not blue-eyed and red-haired, they look similar to us, they speak, we don't understand, but they are definitely not the red-haired gang."

Hong Chengchou understood, it must have been caught by the red hairs from nearby, they relied on the advantage of firearms, under the guise of doing fur business, to rob and plunder, no wonder Zhu Youzhen hated them, "What else do you gain?" ”

"Except for these women, they are leather goods, which are very valuable, and even the finest mink skins are available, but they don't have any silver taels on them, and they don't know what to do business with."

"They must be mainly robbing, why do they need to use any silver taels? Besides, these natives, I'm afraid they don't know the use of silver taels yet," Hong Chengchou was not interested in the leather goods, he waved his hand to the soldiers: "Quickly clean up the battlefield, bury the corpses, take the women and prisoners, and return to Chita." ”

"Yes, Throne." The soldiers agreed, and busily gathered the corpses and gathered the uninjured horses.

Looking at the calm field west of Yashan, there was no figure, Hong Chengchou thought about it, he let the two regiments hidden in the mountains and forests continue to lurk in the same place, and he took the regiment that had just fought back to Chita.

Shi Kefa was also shocked when he heard that Hong Chengchou had captured a few red-haired people, fortunately there was a Ming army, otherwise he was a civil official, how could he deal with these red-haired ghosts who were said to have eaten people?

"Your Excellency." Hong Chengchou came to the government and met Shi Kefa, and his idea must be supported by Shi Kefa.

"Hong Junza, is the battle fully accepted? What about the casualties of the brethren? Shi Kefa rarely bowed to Hong Chengchou, Hong Chengchou is a military general, much lower than his status, if it weren't for Lingbei, which is far away from Beijing and surrounded by foreign clans, it would be difficult for Hong Chengchou to see him, let alone go straight to the mansion.

"There were no casualties." Hong Chengchou didn't blink, he grabbed the tea on the table and poured it violently.

"No casualties?" Shi Kefa was overjoyed, he didn't care about Hong Chengchou's rudeness at all, the Ming army won this battle, it seems that the red-haired ghost is not as difficult to deal with as the legend, "How is the red-haired ghost?" ”

"Fifty-eight dead, twenty-six captured, including their chieftain, and some skins seized." Hong Chengchou swallowed half a pot of tea, his throat was much moister, and he no longer spared words like gold when he spoke.

Shi Kefa's eyes were a little surprised: "Just a little red hair?" Could it just be their vanguard? Did you find their reinforcements? ”

"There should be no more nearby, the rangers have been monitoring, and the figures they reported can be consistent," Hong Chengchou added: "As a precaution, I ambushed two regiments of brothers in the west of Yashan, and if there are any more red hairs to send them to death, the brothers will definitely not be soft." ”

"That's good, that's good!" Shi Kefa said repeatedly, "Hong Junzuo has worked hard, Hong Junzuo is worthy of being the general that His Majesty fancies, and he thinks about it thoughtfully, so let me be convinced." ”

"Adults have won prizes!" Hong Chengchou returned the salute to Shi Kefa, "My lord, we also captured twelve women. ”

"Woman? Are they also blue-eyed and red-haired? Shi Kefa was suddenly surprised: "Does Hong Junzuo want to ......?"

"Where did the adults think of it, how could I be such a person Hong Chengchou?" Hong Chengchou smiled awkwardly, "They are not blue-eyed, nor red-haired, obviously not a red-haired group." ”