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At the last break, the soldiers had a brief lunch, and once again checked their weapons and armor, and without the officer's orders, they knew where the battlefield was.

On the top of the hill guarding the road was a large flag, which usually presumably looked like a heroic hunting show, but now there was not even a trace of wind, and the dark flag hung weakly on the flagpole. The soldier who was at the front stood still, and he turned back to the officer to ask for advice with his eyes, and the chief, who had a small pennant with black trim and a red background on his helmet, immediately raised his right hand and shouted: "Stop! Stop! ”

The queue immediately passed down the order in waves: "The front army stops!" "The front army is stopped!" "The front army stops!"

The Miao people who were lying in ambush behind the mountain heard the voice and couldn't hold back and wanted to rush out, but they were pulled by their companions and reminded in a low voice: "You forgot?!" Without an order from above, the reckless one dies! ”

The second brother and the group of leaders looked at the Ming army on the mountain road - they were very cautious, even if it was the front army, it was at least a mile away from the scheduled ambush site, and the farther Chinese army and the rear team could only see shadowy figures in the dim sky, which was completely different from what they expected.

Bao Weng frowned and muttered to himself: "Dog Guanjun, this is a change of temper? He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't come to any conclusion, so he had to shout at the second brother in a loud voice: "Second brother, this is different from what we said before!" Didn't you say that as long as a bullshit flag is erected here, the dog officers and soldiers must rush up! ”

The second brother forced himself to press the unhappiness in his heart, and replied lightly: "I said before that it might be." Blocked Bao Weng's sentence, he was too lazy to talk to this muddy person, he pondered for a moment, beckoned his henchman to come over, and after a whisper, his henchman nodded and immediately went to arrange.

He sneered and looked at the indistinct procession, the frenzied hatred that had settled in his heart roared again, if possible, the second brother would like to see the expression of someone in the Ming army now—he was especially looking forward to the ugliness of that person trying to survive when he was dying.

The Ming army did not wait too long, and soon there was a burst of scolding and scolding on the hillside where the flagpole was standing, at first the voice gradually weakened, but soon became clear, in the eyes of the soldiers who were so angry that they almost wanted to breathe fire, a group of Miao people giggled and carried a dozen or so ragged footsteps, wearing the color of the Ming army uniforms of the captives walked up.

There was a Miao man with a blue handkerchief wrapped around his head and a big open arms who pulled out a prisoner casually, pushed him down and knelt under the flagpole, and then he raised his head and maliciously tore the corners of his mouth at the Ming army who were standing silently and solemnly at the bottom of the mountain, grinned out a mouthful of yellow teeth, and suddenly pulled out the short knife behind his waist, and cut off the captive's head without blinking! The headless corpse spurted warm blood towards the banner, and the Miao people bent down and lifted the head in their hands, glanced at it contemptuously, and then slammed it at the Ming army not far away!

The bloodstained head threw a high parabola, rolled twice on the ground, and then stopped moving. Zheng Guocai stared at the head with his hair in a bun and his face blurred, his eyes were red, and the usually proud officer trembled, and he grinded his teeth slowly and vigorously, grinding a terrible click.

There was a commotion in the ranks of the Ming army, the soldiers were breathing heavily and rapidly, and this was just the beginning, the second, the third, more prisoners were pulled under the banner and beheaded, and the heads were thrown at the feet of the Ming army by the Miao people without exception. Later, where the flag was planted, the soil was soaked with blood, and blood-colored streams rushed down the ravine.

"They are sacrificing the flag......" Zheng Guocai took a hard breath, barely calmed down, he pulled the herald next to him and yelled at him: "You go and ask the pile of people blocking in front!" Why don't you move! Are they blind? ”

Without waiting for the herald to set off, the guards standing at the front had already begun to move - the unclear command was heard by the wind to Zheng Guocai's ears, and he brutally squeezed away the soldiers in front, and was surprised to see that the guards, who were originally in the shape of two marching troops, quickly changed to a formation of long guns in front and muskets in the back under the orderly order, and the drums that he had heard once sounded again, and soon the sound of neat footsteps joined in.

However, the Miao did not seem to intend to give them more time - the sound of chaotic footsteps came from far and near, and then under the watchful eye of the Ming army, a large group of Miao people dressed in blue and armed with various kinds of weapons rushed up the hillside, and more and more, until the entire hillside was full.

The Miao people have always had no formation in battle, relying only on their personal martial arts. Compared with the weak Ming army, the bravery of the Yi people can greatly compensate for the problem of coordination. In the southwest, especially in the early stage of the Lu'an Rebellion, the Ming army with the same strength could not defeat the Yi people with the same number, and only in the later period, the Han soldiers who grew up after the brutal war elimination could fight a draw with the Yi people, but even so, the Ming army was extra careful not to fight with more Yi people than themselves.

But today, the Ming army has no way to retreat.

Li Yongzhong stared at the battlefield that was about to erupt not far away, looked up at the sky, and then cursed silently - among the tumbling stratus clouds, the faint thunder became more and more dense. He pursed his lips tightly, pulling them into a hard, straight line. Several Ming army households standing next to them looked at each other, and one asked a bold and tentatively: "Zhong Guan'er, don't you still give an order?" ”

"I have entrusted the front army to Jin Liang and Zheng Baihu, they are the ones who are now standing on the battlefield and facing the barbarians, when to fight, how to fight, that is their business, what we have to do is to resolutely stand up when they need support!" Li Yongzhong finished speaking sternly, and glared coldly at the hundred households who were speechless, "What's the use of our orders standing behind?!" Move for the general, the camera! ”

At the same time as the moving word, there was also the sound of Cao Jinliang pulling out the waist knife, he raised the waist knife high, and shouted in the largest voice in his life: "I am in the battle, there is no retreat!" ”

"Kill!" The soldiers responded in unison and took the first step! Then they stepped on the drums and marched in unison, without hesitation, attacking the enemy, who was far outnumbered by them!

Zheng Guocai smacked a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, pulled out his saber, and roared heartily: "Brothers! Follow me! The soldiers of the Ming army, who had been restless for a long time, were finally able to shout happily, their swords and guns were unsheathed, divided into two columns, bypassed the guards who began to trot, and rushed ahead of them, and they were about to crash into the roaring Miao people!

The Ming army, which was regarded as prey, was the first to attack, which clearly angered the Miao people. After a short silence, accompanied by an earth-shattering shout, the Miao people rushed down brandishing their weapons, and when they looked down from above, the blue and red colors immediately stirred up! Just a few breaths, whether it is the Ming army or the Miao people, there are people who have blood spattered!

Cao Jinliang watched the Ming army fight with the Miao people before them, and he almost crushed his steel teeth! Looking at the Ming army, who was already entangled with the Miao people, he scolded his mother fiercely, and immediately ordered without thinking about it: "The whole army is assaulted!" ”

The guards immediately quickened their pace, and the second "kill" sound came out, and the pikemen who changed from trotting to running flattened the tip of their guns, and the musketeers were already ready to pull the trigger, and at the critical moment, Cao Jinliang saw the opportunity and opened his voice and shouted: "Zheng Guocai!" Get out of the way! ”

Zheng Guocai, who was covered in blood, kicked away the Miao people who pounced on him, and shouted to the left and right: "Retreat!" ”

The Ming army, which was still fighting hard a moment ago, immediately left the opponent and retreated to the wings like a tide, the Miao people were stunned for a moment, and they still didn't understand why the enemy suddenly fled, the guards had already plugged in, and the tip of the Xueliang spear was facing the Miao people, and they had not yet stood firm, and the voices of several army commanders had sounded one after another: "Piercing!" ”

"Kill!"

More than twenty spears were handed forward almost at the same moment, and at the moment of hearing the order, the guards whose bodies had already formed a conditioned reflex stepped out in unison, and the tips of the spears, which were almost a foot long, stretched forward at a tricky angle towards the soft, uncovered body of the Miao people in front of them, and the cold metal either fell into the air, or brought out a canopy of blood rain after churning inside the hot human body!

With one attack, the three feet in front of the guard are almost empty!

The Miao people watched their fellow people standing in front of them being stabbed to death, and after a moment of consternation, they were furious! A hideous-looking man roared and ripped off his cloth coat, brandishing a hook knife more than three feet long, and the Miao man followed behind him, and he suddenly pounced on the guards like a ghost!

He was greeted not by a spear, but by a neat burst of gunfire.

The three columns of musketeers did not waver in the slightest, and they fired sequentially, calmly and mechanically. After three rounds of gunning, the smoke cleared, and the brave warrior stopped five steps in front of the escort array. Covered in blood, he fell down without saying a word, and a neat gap appeared in the middle of the originally thick Miao array, and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and blood wafted on the battlefield.

The casualties caused by the three platoons were not too many - after all, the guards were limited, with less than 30 musketeers, and the accuracy of the muskets was not too optimistic. But even so, the shock to the Miao was greater than all the previous battles - many of them had not only heard of artillery, but also seen it, and had been impressed by the musketeers in the previous raids, but the Miao still arrogantly believed that with their bravery, as long as there were enough people, they would be able to drown out the demonic musketeers.

Then, now the firecrackers are still standing safely on the battlefield, but most of the bravest Miao people have already died. (To be continued.) )