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"Go, ask those people to help cut down all the trees in front of you, and the bushes are flattened, whose sorghum is that? Hurry up and cut it! ”

Yang Feng stood on the hillside, pointing ahead and shouting like a director on the set.

Under this hillside, an ancient official road winds in the green, extending into the valley behind him, this valley is the famous Meridian Valley, from Guanzhong to Hanzhong, one of the most important passages of the meridian road, from here began to enter hundreds of miles of vast lofty mountains, in the Tang Dynasty, the stagecoach transporting lychees for Yang Guifei ran from here to Chang'an City, dozens of miles away, to win the smile of his former daughter-in-law for Li Longji.

Of course, Yang Feng definitely didn't bring lychees to his dear brother Ma.

At his feet, several hired migrant workers were working hard to build a ring bunker, on the side of the ring bunker facing the meridian road, a strange thing was erected behind the mound, this thing was as thick as a large tui, there was a small flare in front, and behind it was a square with a lot of bits and pieces, and under it was a tripod, all made of steel, full of blue and watery glow, and there were more than a dozen iron boxes piled up next to it, one of which had been opened was placed nearby, and a canvas belt was pulled out of the box. There are finger-sized yellow things inserted side by side......

Well, this is actually a Maxim machine gun.

Now because he doesn't know if he can carry the human bomb, Prince Yang doesn't like to play the game of 10,000 enemies anymore, what if someone blows it up? So if he wants to block Kang Mazi, he needs a more effective means, and what more effective means than a Maxim machine gun on the meridian frame? Imagine Kang Mazi and his army of refugees, walking slowly in a long line on the narrow ancient official road, suddenly a storm of bullets at a speed of hundreds of rounds per minute from the side front, and then the entire official road is full of people on their backs and bleeding......

Prince Yang felt very happy.

"Your Highness, the Tartar has arrived!"

At this time, a soldier acting as an observer shouted not far behind him.

This time, in addition to Yang Feng, there were three soldiers to follow, all equipped with rear-loading guns and revolvers, the main task was to protect his flanks and back, now one is instructing the migrant workers to dig bunkers, and the other is holding a box of silver dollars to let the people who watch the excitement clean up the shooting boundary, because they are descending from the sky in an airship, attracting many villagers nearby to run to see the excitement, after scattering a lot of silver dollars, these people immediately went to work happily.

"Brother Ma, let's finally meet again!"

Yang Feng ran to the soldier's side, took the binoculars in his hand, looked at the fleeing army that was slowly moving forward in the distance, and the long group of carriages under the protection of a large number of Qing troops, and couldn't help muttering to himself.

Four miles away from him, in a carriage that was bumping on the official road, Kang Mazi raised his head all of a sudden as if he had a heart, but because the distance was too far, he couldn't see the situation on the hillside, there was just a verdant green for him, the winding stream next to the official road was flowing out of the boundless green, a good scenery of green water and green mountains under the blue sky and white clouds, at this time, he rarely went out of the palace recently, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

It's a pity that it's not his anymore.

As soon as he thought of this, he had a feeling of indignation.

He hated the demon, he hated those unfortunate subordinates, he hated those untouchables who didn't know how to be grateful, he hated ......

He hated everything that had passed behind him.

He also hated his father for killing too little back then.

He can't wait to mention the 100,000 elite soldiers of the Eight Banners again, and then just like when his father entered the customs, he will kill the untouchables who have failed him in this world, re-stain his country with blood, and rebuild his throne with white bones, he wants to eat the flesh of the demon, he wants to peel the skin of the demon as a sheet, he wants to cut off the head of the demon as a urinal, he wants to ......

In short, he has too much to do.

But alas, this is no longer possible.

"Huang Ama, there is the Meridian Valley in front."

Ten Elder Brother Yin? He rode up to the window of his carriage and said.

Now by Kang Mazi's side, in addition to the old nineteen who is still breastfeeding, there is also him.

The former phoenix sons and dragon grandchildren have long been painful memories.

The prince is in Hanzhong, the eldest brother is in Xuanhua, the third elder brother was chopped by Yang Feng, the fourth elder brother is in Shengjing, the fifth elder brother has just been smoked to death by Du Qi, and the corpse was thrown into the Yellow River to feed the fish, the sixth elder brother is in Taiyuan, the seventh elder brother is in Lanzhou, and the eighth elder brother is said to have retreated north to Yan'an after abandoning Tongguan. The ninth elder brother was nailed to death by the spear of the Ming army, the eleventh elder brother died early, the twelfth elder brother disappeared in the Taihang Mountains, and the fleeing Su Malagu was bitten to death by wild beasts, and no one knows whether he was dead or alive. The thirteenth elder brother was beaten to death by Yang Feng with a stick, the fourteenth elder brother picked up guests in the Ji courtyard, the fifteenth, sixteenth, and eighteenth elder brothers are said to have also been cut and are being trained to grow up to pick up guests, and the seventeenth elder brother has been sent to Kulun to Jebu Tsundamba as a disciple in order to show his respect for the Buddha, after all, the Mongols are now the most important allies of the Qing Dynasty, and the latter is the spiritual leader of the grassland, and it is said that he likes this kind of little Zhengtai the most.

Now Kang Mazi is left with Yin? Finish.

Kang Mazi, who was thinking about Yin, finally came to his senses, sighed gloomily, and raised his head to look at Taniguchi in front of him, at this time, as the distance narrowed, he could already see the faint figure on the hillside.

"What's going on there?"

He pointed to the people who were evacuating on the hillside.

Posterity? Hurriedly took out the clairvoyant mirror.

"It's some villagers, I guess they are chopping wood, right? The sons looked like they were still dragging the trees they had cut down, and many of them had just harvested sorghum, what was this? ”

Posterity? said that he hurriedly adjusted the clairvoyant mirror, and what appeared in his field of vision was Yang Feng's bunker, but Yang Feng and those soldiers were lying in the bunker, and even the Makqin machine gun was blocked by branches, so what he saw was just a newly dug mound, but out of caution, he quickly called an officer and asked him to bring a small team of soldiers to check it, as for Kang Mazi, he didn't care too much about it, this little thing was not worth the delay, and his convoy was still driving towards the valley mouth.

And the Qing army held the short-barreled rifled guns in their hands without vigilance, and walked slowly towards Yang Feng's bunker.

"Your Highness, the Tartars have entered the valley!"

A soldier in the bunker lay on the periscope and said to Yang Feng.

On the official road below, the vanguard of the Qing army has already entered the valley, and the long convoy is about to enter.

"Do it!"

After Yang Feng finished speaking, he turned over and got up as fast as he could, grabbed Makqin's grip with both hands and pushed the safety open, an assistant quickly held up the cartridge belt that had been put in for him, and the other assistant moved away from the branch blocking the muzzle of the gun with great speed, and the muzzle of the black hole hole was immediately aimed at the convoy less than half a mile away.

"Thief Army!"

The Qing officer reacted very quickly, and then exclaimed.

Almost at the same time, Yang Feng pressed the firing iron, and the muzzle of Makqin's gun suddenly erupted with blazing flames, and the dense bullets instantly hit the Qing army, and the dozens of Qing soldiers who stood there without any hidden movements at all trembled and fell down like rice seedlings that were constantly hit by hail, and the splattered blood brought a bloody light in the air. At the same time as they fell, the same storm of bullets swept past their corpses, with a sharp whistling sound struck the long line of refugees lined up on the official road, and then, as if they had been violently whipped by a huge stick, the Qing soldiers fell in pieces in pieces in the splatters of flesh and blood.

"Ah......h

Yang Feng roared excitedly as if he had arrived at Gao Chao, and his fingers pressed the iron tightly.

In the trembling of the recoil, the canvas cartridge belt kept being swallowed into the chamber of the gun, and then the scorching shells flew out like a jet to the other side, and at the muzzle of Makqin's gun, the bullets shot out wildly with flames, whistling over the hillside, like the whip of a god whipping the Qing army below.

What prince Baylor, what princes and nobles, what Fujin Gege, all of them turned into ants under this killing machine at this time, and they looked blankly at the muzzles of the flames on the hillside, and watched the bullets whistle and instantly penetrate their bodies, and with splashes of flesh and blood from the other side, grinding their internal organs and taking away their lives. They trembled and screamed like lambs to the slaughter, and fell helplessly, their blood flowing wantonly on the ancient roads into the streams, their dead bodies trampled into mud and mud in the terrified gallop of horses.

This is a tu-kill.

This is a revenge killing.

Blood debts are to be paid with blood, and murderers are to pay for their crimes, and if they don't, let their children and grandchildren pay.

This is fairness, this is justice.

Amid the merriant singing of the Maxim machine gun and the frenzied roar of Yang Feng, the righteous enforcer wielded his machete to carry out the belated verdict and comfort the millions of dead in this land with the blood of guilt.

The hell of killing stretches on, and layers of dead bodies pave the way.

The awakened Tartars screamed in terror and ran desperately in search of a hiding place, and the otherwise orderly escape collapsed once again.

"Huang Ama, run!"

Posterity? Lying in front of Kang Mazi's carriage, he screamed in horror.

Suddenly, his head exploded like a rotten watermelon, and the blood and brains immediately smeared Kang Mazi's face, and the culprit's bullet almost grazed the latter's ear and flew over, although it was considered to have been on the battlefield, this terrifying scene still made Kang Mazi scream in fright. Before his screams could fall, two bullets burrowed into the carriage, one of which was striking him in the right leg, tearing open a large piece of flesh and skin, though it did not hurt the bone.

Kang Mazi screamed miserably, but was stimulated by the pain and quickly woke up, he quickly climbed out of the carriage, pushed away his son's headless body, and rolled straight down, turning over and rolling into a dirt pit next to him. (To be continued.) )