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The guards only provided a round of gun suppression, and basically swept away the Miao people on the wall. Driven by gunpowder, a five-penny buckshot struck a human body after rotating at high speed along four rifling wires in the barrel of wrought iron, leaving a hole in the human body the size of a teacup, and at a distance of 100 feet, the middle was almost hopeless.

The Ming soldiers who climbed the wall were confronted with a pile of corpses on the wall. Even though these soldiers are veterans for many years, they can't help but gasp when they see it. The blue color of the outer robes on the corpses of the Miao people who fell to the ground had been soaked in blood into an unrecognizable dull black, and the thick smell of blood in the air was heavier than what they smelled at the foot of the mountain, making people almost want to vomit, and there was blood everywhere on the table made of logs and grass that had accumulated into small half-dried pools of blood, and the soldiers would avoid it at first, but then they simply ignored it, and walked towards the village step by step—there was too much blood, and there were potholes, and it could not be stepped on to cover the instep of the foot.

"It's miserable...... an older, softer-hearted soldier muttered lowly, and turned his head to the side a little reluctantly, not looking at the young Miao man who died with wide eyes on the gray face on the ground. He whispered "Amitabha" and hurriedly ran down from the wall.

A companion around him persuaded him: "Old money is soft-hearted." He has always scoffed at the soft-hearted heart of this veteran surnamed Qian, "It is the barbarians who are dying now, if we fall into the hands of the barbarians, we can't even die if we want to." In the year of the Apocalypse, when Southwest Yi was the most violent, how many people died? In Guiyang City, everyone is dying! ”

Lao Qian only sighed, pursed his lips and held the waist knife in his hand tighter, and walked deeper into the village with his comrades, and among those houses with continuous bamboo and wood structures, the sound of fighting sounded from time to time, accompanied by the sharp cries and screams of women and children.

Far away from the wall, in the corner of the strange rocks and weeds, Liu Xiaoqi breathed sharply, and broke out in a cold sweat. He firmly hugged the fire gun that was leaning on his shoulder, his body was hot and cold, and his companion next to him handed him a heavy bamboo tube, and said in a low voice: "Stingy, drink some." Perhaps it was the movement that pulled the wound too much, and he couldn't help but grin and distort his face.

With trembling fingers to take the bamboo tube, Liu Xiaoqi took a sip and immediately coughed: "Ahem!" Ahem! How is wine! He felt a knife cut down his throat all the way to his chest, and after the hot pain and dizziness, the warm heat rose from the deepest part of his body, and all the limbs and bones suddenly gained strength. Liu Xiaoqi handed the bamboo tube back to his companion, pulled the corners of his mouth at him and smiled, "Okay." He said, helping the fire gun that was almost as high as his shoulders to stand up, and the guards around him also stood up in twos and threes like Xiao Qi, and walked towards their camp with each other's arms.

Liu Xiaoqi remembered the comrade standing beside him in the queue, called Liu Zhu, who was a few years older than him, but he was a soldier in the same army. In the battle not long ago, a sudden feather arrow hit Liu Zhu's throat without covering protection, Liu Xiaoqi watched him release the fire gun weakly, as if he wanted to plug the blood that kept gushing out of the wound, but in just an instant, Liu Zhu fell softly to the dust on the ground, and the comrades standing behind Liu Zhu silently took a step forward, filled the vacant seat, and the queue continued to move forward, the dead and wounded were left behind, and no one dared to look back again.

If it's a little more apathetic, or maybe he's the one who dies? Liu Xiaoqi loosened the strap of the helmet tied to his chin, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and looked at the corpses that had been carried together. Lu Yuan could not bring back the body, and after a while, someone would set up a pyre and cremate the body, and they would go home with the ashes of their companions.

The companion not far away shook his arm and greeted him loudly: "Xiao Qi! Come and eat! The guy boiled a big pot of vegetable porridge! ”

Liu Xiaoqi glanced back at his sleeping companion for the last time, then turned his head and responded, "Hey! Here it comes! Leaving death behind, the young captain marched toward his companion with his tired legs.

All battles ended near night. The victorious Ming army came out of the stockade with the remnants of the Miao people giggling, and some people were excited with red faces and glowing eyes, which must have been plundered and satisfied; There are also people who scold and scold, and their faces are ugly, and most of them have nothing to gain. The Miao people, who were ragged and still had traces of fireworks, were tied with a long rope and tied with their hands, looking numb, and stumbled out of the stockade under the scolding of the Ming army, and the soldiers who stayed at the end lit fires everywhere in the stockade, when everyone left this cottage watered with flesh and blood, the flames soared, and the tongue of fire was proudly **** Everything that can be used as fuel, it will not take too long, it will become a piece of coke, and after a while, it will naturally erode all traces of human beings.

"There are about 30 old and weak women and children, and only about 10 are young and strong." Cui Zhouping, who went to count the captives, opened the transcript of the record and read it to Chen Xianda, who was sitting on the maza: "All kinds of jewelry and silver are one hundred and thirty-four taels, and there are a few big coins." All that's left is some animal bones and skins, oh, and grain, more rice beans, and some bacon. He closed the case file, pinched his nose bone, and then picked up the tea bowl on the small pestle next to him and drank it all, sighing: "Although we have gained a lot this time, the casualties are not small, the minor injuries are not counted, the serious injuries and the dead, there are thirty or forty, fortunately, the barbarian equipment is not good, the serious injuries are mostly bleeding, and the limbs are not very disabled. ”

Chen Xianda quietly listened to Cui Zhouping and him finish speaking one by one, and asked coldly: "Zhongguan'er...... How were the guards hurt? ”

Cui Zhouping was stunned, but fortunately, he has always been a careful person, but he had already asked the military leader over there. At this time, when he saw Chen Xianda asking, he flipped through the record and read it to him: "They just helped in the war, and there were not many injuries, three were killed in battle, five were seriously injured, and there were seven or eight minor injuries, most of which were on the limbs, and did not hinder their lives." ”

"Hmm." Chen Xianda listened noncommittally, asked a few more questions about money and food, and waved his hand to let Cui Zhouping go down. After the copywriter left, he stood up from the horse, frowned, and walked around the tent with his hands behind his back, and when Chen Mingjiang came over, the grass in the tent was trampled on the ground.

Hearing the sound of Yizi's registration, Chen Xianda sighed heavily, sat down on the maza again, and said in a loud voice: "Come in!" Seeing Chen Mingjiang's boots coming in, a suit of armor was mixed with soil and blood, but his face was still clean, he had washed it before he came over, where was there anything he didn't understand, and he scolded at the moment: "Little rabbit cub!" This is running away from the old man to have fun! ”

Chen Mingjiang's face was red, he smiled, and he didn't say much, he only took off the helmet and the turban cloth inside, and took a cowhide water bag and poured a large mouthful of water, before he sighed comfortably, and complained to Chen Xianda: "My father-in-law detains me as the leader of this personal army, it is really depressing, a rare opportunity, I originally wanted to be brave, but I didn't want to be so!" Even the muscles and bones have never been relaxed! ”

Looking at his appearance of a handsome martial artist, Chen Xianda liked it more and more, but put on a yaksha face, and wanted to scold him first: "You Lao Tzu and I will tie my safety to you, and the little rabbit cub still dares to complain!" Seeing that Chen Mingjiang immediately restrained his face and stood up from the horse, he didn't dare to say any more, so he was happy, waved his hand, and said with a stinky face: "Don't have a next time." There are no outsiders here, between you and my father and son, don't make rules, take off your armor and loosen it quickly, sit down! He called his own soldiers in, served Chen Mingjiang to unload his armor, called someone to bring water, and watched him scrub it, and was busy for a while, before the father and son sat down and talked.

Chen Xianda pondered for a moment, opened the conversation, and said, "Today, you saw the team of soldiers under Zhong Guan'er, what do you think?" ”

Chen Mingjiang pressed his hands on his knees, and said to his father-in-law with a very serious face: "Last time, my son beat Fushun to escort his stepmother and sister back, and told his father-in-law once, but my father-in-law still doesn't believe it, but now I have seen it and knows that my son didn't say big things." ”

"You can tell me what you saw in Fushun that day, and talk about it well." Chen Xianda squinted his eyes, had a plan in his heart, and instructed Yizi: "It is Zhong Guan'er who takes people to chase the mountain bandits." ”

"Yes." Although he didn't know why his father-in-law suddenly mentioned this old matter, Chen Mingjiang still spoke honestly, he remembered that night vividly, although he mentioned it again after a year, it was as clear as what happened yesterday. He calmed down and said slowly: "Not long after the mountain bandits retreated that day, Zhong Guan'er led the people to arrive. As soon as the two met, Zhong Guan'er instructed one of his servants to lead his son and brothers to escort his stepmother and sister to the Li family's Zhuangzi to repair, but he himself brought someone to chase the thief. The son was not at ease, so he consulted with Zhong Guan'er and wanted to go with him. ”

Chen Mingjiang's expression gradually became in a trance, as if he had returned to the night that shocked him: "Zhong Guan'er led people to take the path and ambushed in front of the thieves. His subordinates were about the same as the number of today, and they were ambushed for more than an hour, and the thieves turned into the valley as Zhong Guan'er said, and his son thought at that time, while the thieves were not firmly established and rushed out, they could kill a happy one, but Zhong Guan'er grabbed his son, and said that the thieves were now very vigilant, although they broke some people, but after all, there were many people, and it was most easy for dogs to jump off the wall in a panic, so it was better to wait for a while, the thief ran this way, and when he rested, his muscles and bones must be sore, and at that time, he relied on the advantage of weapons. You can take down the thief in one fell swoop! ”