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The silence above Fukushima was so silent that you couldn't even hear the insects, only the sound of the waves crashing against the reef on the shore.

The sound of the waves just drowned out the footsteps of the warriors.

"Up!"

Zhang Zhun took the soldiers ashore.

Because Zou Mingjia did not come, the attacking team was divided into seven squads, two squads outflanked from the left, two squads outflanked from the right, and Zhang Zhun personally led the three squads to the middle. Yang Zixuan's musket team followed Zhang Zhun closely.

Because it is night, there are no lights on the island, and it is not easy to walk after getting off the sampan. In fact, there are no roads above Fukushima, only muddy tidal flats. When Zhang Zhun and the others passed through the tidal flats, it really took a little effort. Fortunately, due to the cover of night, it was not detected. Otherwise, as long as there are ten Tartar archers, blockade the tidal flats, and the two hundred or so people of the escort team, I am afraid that all of them will hang here.

After leaving the tidal flat and being down-to-earth, Zhang Zhun breathed a sigh of relief. No one in the escort team knew how to lurk forward, and Zhang Zhun had to open the way in front himself. As he was walking, someone in front of him suddenly shouted loudly, "Coming back? I thought you bunnies would never want to come back! Say, what did you bring back? Are there any young girls? ”

Zhang Zhun immediately followed the sound and touched it.

Carefully observing each other through the faint light, it turned out to be a "quasi-tartar" who ran out in the middle of the night to pee. Perhaps because the light was really bad, or because he was paralyzed and careless, this would-be Tartar did not realize that danger was coming. In fact, he can't be blamed, every time the Tartars enter the customs and fight with the Ming army, they beat the Ming army to the ground, they didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to attack them.

"Don't move!"

"Move, take your life!"

Li Jiaxi, who rushed to Zhang Zhun's side, stepped forward with an arrow and knocked the quasi-tartar to the ground. Through the faint light, Zhang Zhun found that this quasi-Tartar was also a North Korean, but he spoke Chinese quite slipperily.

"Where is the Tartar?"

Li Jiaxi asked gloomily.

This quasi-tartar obviously didn't expect that it was not his own person who came ashore, and after panicking, he actually struggled desperately, and tried to shout for the police. Li Jiaxi gave him a punch and pushed the sharp three-edged thorn against his throat, and this quasi-tartar came to his senses, what was his condition. Suddenly, there was a strange sound, but I was so frightened that I was incontinent.

Zhang Zhun leaned down and asked in a cold voice, "Where is the Tartar?" ”

The would-be Tartar stammered, "In the back, in the back......"

Zhang Zhun looked up at the darkness not far away and nodded indifferently.

Li Jiaxi pressed the mouth of the quasi-tartar with one hand, and stabbed the three-edged thorn into the throat of the other party with the other, and the quasi-tartar left this world silently. Two convoy fighters came up from behind, dragged the body away, and hid it in the grass.

Zhang Zhun waved his hand and led everyone to move forward.

The Tartars and quasi-Tartars on Fukushima were so lax that they didn't even have a single sentry. The convoy was effortless. Soon, Zhang Yatie caught a tongue, but it was a Han man. Zhang Yatie gave the other party a kick and beat him hard, this Han Jian finally gave in and answered all questions.

According to him, the other would-be Tartars, hiding behind the small hill, are now mostly asleep. As for the five Tartars, they did not live with them, but in a cave on the left. Because they had only arrived here from Tianheng Island for less than two days, they had not had time to repair anything, and the Tartars could only live in caves.

"How many archers are there in the tartar?" Zhang Zhun asked in a deep voice.

Judging by the daytime battles, the ones who did the most damage to the convoy were the Tartar archers. The opponent's archery skills are too ruthless and accurate, and the escort team is not yet able to fully resist it for the time being. As for the ordinary tartars, if it weren't for the particularly powerful archery, Zhang Zhun wouldn't be afraid. No matter how brave they are, how fierce they are to death, they are also a scum in front of the spears and triangular thorns of the guards!

"Three." The Han man replied with a shudder.

Zhang Zhun nodded indifferently and reminded the people around him to be careful.

Three archers, it's still a bit of a hassle. If the opponent is allowed to occupy a favorable terrain and shoot condescendingly, the casualties of the escort will definitely be large. Although Yang Zixuan's musket team was also very lethal, in terms of accuracy, it was too far from the Tartar archers. In a one-on-one heads-up, three Tartar archers can kill three musketeers in an instant.

Zhang Yatie stabbed the three edges, and the result was clean and neat.

Zhang Zhun waved his hand, and the warriors followed the direction he pointed, quietly lurking past.

The combat effectiveness of the Tartars is indeed good, the archery skills are even more powerful, but the vigilance surname is not very high, and I probably feel that there are too few officers and soldiers who dare to take the initiative in Shandong. The convoy rushed all the way to the inside of the nest, but the enemy had not yet reacted. As a result, the soldiers of the convoy swarmed up, killed anyone they saw, and a fierce battle immediately began.

Zhang Zhun followed behind the team, watching the warriors fight, keeping a close eye on the movements of the three Tartar archers. Next to Zhang Zhun, ten musketeers also fired their guns. At such a short distance, the lethality of the musket was still very great, and those quasi-Tartars who got up in a panic were hit by the muskets and fell down staggeringly.

The appearance of the musketeers also gave these would-be Tartars a great shock. In the sound of ping-pong gunfire, the quasi-tartars couldn't tell at all, how many enemies were coming, and they couldn't tell who these enemies were. Through the light of the leaping fire, the would-be Tartars could make out the uniforms of the escorts, and the flags of the escorts, but they had never seen anything like them.

In a panic, the combat effectiveness of the quasi-Tartars was greatly reduced. Many of them had just gotten up before they were stabbed to death by spears that stabbed them in the face. Someone had just picked up his weapon, and before he could identify the direction, an enemy had already appeared around him. Caught off guard, there is only the share of being slaughtered. Even if there is sufficient time to prepare, if you are attacked like this, you will have to bear tremendous pressure psychologically, and your combat effectiveness will definitely be weakened a lot.

On the contrary, the soldiers of the escort team are as imposing as a rainbow. In fact, if you really want to talk about heads-up, they may not be the opponents of the enemy. After all, they have not been professionally trained for a long time, and they have not experienced enough actual combat. However, they are better at the right time, in the right place, and can maximize their combat effectiveness. The balance of war is clearly tilted in favor of the convoys.

The three Rumi guns never moved.

Their mission is to snipe the Tartar archers.

In the melee, there were constantly quasi-Tartars rushing in front of Zhang Zhun, Zhang Zhun waved a three-edged thorn, three times and five divided by two to solve the other party, and absolutely did not let the other party get close to the three Lumi guns. Li Jiaxi and others also guarded Zhang Zhun's side, consciously eliminating any enemy who tried to get close to Lu Miquan.

There are only five Tartars on Fukushima, and the others are all two devils and the like, and the combat power and the Tartars are not the same at all. When they were attacked suddenly, they were caught off guard, and they didn't have much ability to resist at all. The soldiers of the escort were like wolves, chopping melons and vegetables, and swept most of the mountain nest in an instant.

"Tartar!"

"The Tartars are here!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

The sound then stopped abruptly.

Zhang Zhun hurriedly rushed to the front and found that there was a rock inside, and the Tartar was surrounded behind the rock. The convoy consisted of three warriors lying on the ground, with long arrows stuck in their bodies, blood gushing out. Fortunately, due to the thick wet cotton clothes, they should still have a chance to rescue.

"All five?"

Zhang Zhun asked in a deep voice.

"It's all there!"

Yang Qianqiang replied through gritted teeth.

The three Guards soldiers who were shot by the Tartar were all his men, and two of them were very good recruits. Although they still have a chance to be rescued, this revenge cannot be avenged. Several warriors tried to snatch their companions back, but were also wounded by arrows. Three of them were shot in the brain and apparently couldn't live. This made Yang Qianqiang even more angry, and he was about to rush out in person and drag the wounded back.

"There is always a price to pay for fighting, and it depends on whether the value of this generation is worth it!"

"To be able to destroy these Tartars, no matter how big the price is, it will be worth it!"

"The wounded must be saved, we will not abandon any of our brothers, but we must not be reckless!"

Zhang Zhun calmly comforted Yang Qianqiang and others.

For the casualties of the soldiers, Zhang Zhun was of course very sad. However, this is not the time for heartache. The most important thing now is to eliminate these stubborn Tartars. Because there is no way out of the cave, the Tartars can only hide inside, desperately resisting. It's a pity that the convoy didn't have grenades or other weapons, otherwise, these Tartars would definitely have to fly on dirt planes. Now only muskets can be relied upon against the Tartars.

The biggest trouble with muskets is that they are too inaccurate. At the same distance, the arrows of the Tartars were much more accurate than those of the muskets. Even if it's Rumi. At a distance of 100 meters, the hit rate of the Tartar's bow and arrow is at least more than 50%, but Zhang Zhun really doesn't dare to guarantee the hit rate of Lu Mi Gong. In order to take out the tartar cleanly, the distance must be compressed to within 50 meters. However, how easy is it to push to within 50 meters under the bow and arrow of the Tartar?

"Yang Zhiyuan!"

Zhang Zhun shouted to the back.

"Here!"

Yang Zhiyuan arrived quietly.

"You are in charge of commanding the other troops and purging the enemy from outside!"

"If there's an enemy caught alive, send it here!"

Zhang Zhun said in a deep voice.

Yang Zhiyuan agreed.

At this time, the fighting outside has gradually subsided.

In this mountain nest, the Tartars lived alone, and after they were surrounded, the other quasi-Tartars suddenly lost their backbones, suffered a sudden attack by the escort, suffered heavy casualties, and their morale became more and more low, and after supporting them for a while, they completely collapsed.

Some quasi-Tartars ran to the shore and tried to snatch the sampan to escape, but were killed by Yang Guohua and others without hesitation. Just kidding, now Yang Guohua is bent on taking refuge in Zhang Zhun, and these quasi-Tartars hit his hands, just giving him a chance to show himself. The more people he kills, the more he has a name in his hand, and the greater the chance of being under Zhang Zhun's command.

Yang Zhiyuan soon escorted thirteen quasi-Tartar prisoners.

Zhang Zhun nodded and said to Yang Zixuan: "Order the musket team to load all the ammunition!" ”

Yang Zixuan said: "It's all ready!" ”

Zhang Zhun said to Yang Qianqiang again: "Prepare to carry the wounded!" ”

Yang Qianqiang nodded solemnly.

Zhang Zhun glanced at everyone, and said coldly: "Push these quasi-Tartars in front, line them up, make up for the gaps with earth shields, and move forward slowly!" Yang Zixuan, you follow behind the human wall, looking for a machine to shoot! ”

Yang Zixuan agreed.

The crowd sprang into action.

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