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"Put!"

"Bang! Bang bang! ……”

"Ah~~!"

At the moment when the deserter turned around, Liu Zhongwen finally shouted the word that made people wait like crazy.

The screams of the deserters were immediately drowned out in the deafening sound of fire, and the first row of the horizontal formation spewed out thick green smoke almost at the same time, condensing in mid-air for a long time.

More than fifty lead pellets that were hot from the friction of the chamber of the gun roared out, and after flying a short distance of less than forty steps, they easily passed through the wooden shield, tore through the leather armor, and shot into the human body fiercely, spinning! Rolling! In an instant, those muscles, fat, and internal organs are stirred up!

Because the distance was so close, the first row of the bandits' armor was almost swept away, and the second round of shooting that followed made the crossbowmen who had not even worn armor collapse, and those who were still standing threw down their crossbows one after another, and turned around and fled with a crying father and mother.

When they turned around, they found that the group of people who were following behind to suppress the battle had already run away, and their big boss squatting tiger was running even faster, and the Qinglong Glaive Knife in his hand was long gone, replaced by a horse whip, and was desperately beckoning to the horse's buttocks.

As a veteran who was killed in a sea of corpses and blood, the Squatting Tiger has an extremely sensitive sense of smell on the battlefield. As early as when his second and third masters rushed over recklessly but were completely destroyed, he knew that this battle was lost!

The opponent's long firearm looks much better than the bird's gun, and the most important thing is that the opponent actually does not collapse even when the cavalry rushes so close, which is simply unimaginable for the squatting tiger - you know, when the Ming army in Liaodong faced the Tartar cavalry in the field battle, let alone put the opponent fifty paces, it was less than a hundred paces away, and it was bound to collapse! Those who can put a round of firecrackers are considered elite!

This is also the main reason why the Squatting Tiger did not go all out to stop the two brothers before. In his mind, the other party has more than 100 people, and his ten cavalry rushes, even if they fight to die half, they can completely disrupt the opponent's formation, and it just so happens that the infantry formation is pressed. This battle can be regarded as a perfect victory - this method of warfare he has used twice in the squatting tiger, and both times he has won a great victory, swallowing up the two small bandit forces on the left, so his confidence is very high.

But he didn't expect that this time not only did it not work, but also failed so badly!

However, the squatting tiger is a resolute man, otherwise he would not have gotten to his current position, and when he saw that he could not do anything, he immediately turned his horse and left--he was not like the bandits in the first row, who still had a fluke mentality, thinking that they could rush into battle during the interval of the fire gun charge. Didn't you see how skillful the opponent was in the three stages of the cavalry?

The whirring wind kept ringing in his ears, but the squatting tiger was full of doubts at the moment: Who is this immortal named Chu Fan? is obviously a little showman, how can he have such a strong subordinate; With his knowledge of the squatting tiger, such an elite, not to mention that he can't see it on the ground in Denglai, even if he looks at the entire Liaodong, I am afraid that only the governor of Liaodong or the most confidant of the Ningqian soldiers can be compared!

Is this Chu Fan really a little showman?

"Bang! Bang bang! ”

The sound of fire behind him continued, and the squatting tiger turned his head to look. In just half a cup of tea, there were only thirty or forty people left under his hundred-plus men. The ghost was crying and howling after his horse, hugging his head and running away.

Looking farther away, I saw that the bottom of the stream forty or fifty paces in front of the horizontal formation had become a Shura field, and the ground was full of bandits who were struggling and wailing because of the lead, and the blood stain in one place made the clear stream soon turn into a river of blood, and the blood water that was so red that piercing the eyes was spreading rapidly with the flowing water.

"Boom! ～～”

A burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the direction of the horizontal formation, which resounded through the valley, and the squatting tiger quickly turned his head in fright. He then lashed the horse under his crotch.

In the crowd holding up Lu Mi's gun and shouting with a smile, Shen Teng, whose eyes were red from the smoke of gunpowder, was also extremely excited, his chest seemed to be blocked by something, and it seemed that if he didn't shout loudly, he would hold himself until he exploded, and he held it for a long time. He raised the Lu Mi gun in his hand fiercely and roared angrily:

"Convoy! Wansheng! ”

His Gengzi squad immediately followed up, following him to repeat these five words over and over again, and soon, these five words became the slogan of the entire escort team chanting in unison, and these Liaodong men who were ecstatic because of the big victory shouted hoarsely over and over again: "Escort team Wansheng!" ”

Liu Zhongwen, who was standing at the head of the horizontal team, had tears in his eyes.

He was actually gambling just now!

Chu Fan is right, a qualified army does not depend on how standard the military posture is, not how fast the cross-country running is, not how neat the guns are fired; Rather, it is that when these men who have been qualified on the training ground face the threat of death, face the sharp blades raised by the enemy, and face the comrades falling one by one, they can still firmly carry out the orders of the commander! Able to ignore oncoming sharp arrows! Be able to fully display the killing skills you learned on the training ground!

Immovable as a mountain! This is a qualified army!

So Liu Zhongwen made up his mind to gamble! He had already made up his mind to gamble last night when he was still in Qijia Town!

Bet that this army brought out by yourself will not collapse! Bet that these brothers who have been brought out by themselves for more than a month will not abandon themselves and flee for their lives at a critical moment! Bet that your dream of being a famous general will not end abruptly in this little Tibetan horse stream!

He won the bet!

Taking a deep breath, Liu Zhongwen shrugged his sour nose, tried his best to straighten his waist, proudly stared at the Shura slaughterhouse-like battlefield in front of him, and said silently in his heart, Yue Wumu and Qi Shaobao, please wait for me!

After reading it, he turned around and looked at Chu Fan behind him, and wanted to thank this little man who taught him the method of military training with his eyes, but the three guards trembling in front of Chu Fan made his face pale!

The bet just now seems to be too big!

Cold sweat poured down his spine like a waterfall - his father had described to him more than once the collapse of the army, and the whole army had broken up with the first deserter, and it was so rapid that it could not be reversed!

"Fluke! What a fluke! Chu Fan, who walked slowly to Liu Zhongwen's side, took off the iron hood and leaned into Liu Zhongwen's ear and whispered, "If you ordered a breath late just now, we would be the ones who fled in a hurry!" ”

Liu Zhongwen, who was afraid, was flashing his legs, and almost sat on the ground, but fortunately, Chu Fan reached out in time to support him.

"Xiao Fu'er, so our escort team is still not a qualified army?" Trembling his lips, Liu Zhongwen muttered.

Chu Fan didn't answer him immediately, his eyes looked past him at the bandits on the mountainside, and said softly, "...... Sort of. ”

What he didn't say was that after this battle, it would be no problem for the escort team to fight step by step, but if it encountered a strong enemy, such as the Tartars, I was afraid that it would not be enough to see.

What he did not expect was that there was no need for Tartars at all, and the development of the situation would soon prove this conclusion! (To be continued.) )