"Stand! …… Team ignition! …… Check the arquebus! ”

With Liu Zhongwen's high-pitched command, the escort stopped in a ravine two miles away from the bandits' queue and began to make preparations for the battle.

All of them were standard iron scarves and half-body armor - this was specially bought by Chu Fan from the eunuchs of the Shanhaiguan Supervision Army, originally for the Ningyuan cavalry, and the quality was naturally not bad, and the vests on the placket were sewn with iron leaves about 2-3 mm thick; There is a bright heart guard the size of a sea bowl in the front and back; When the wide cowhide belt is fastened, it is filled with all kinds of small items: waist knives, grenades, bullet bags, cowhide water bladders, and miscellaneous goods bags with fire folds......

Behind each squad, a small pot of charcoal was lit, supported by a long tripod, and carried by a special person to move with the squad.

The bottom of the Tibetan horse stream is relatively wide, from the B to the Xin seven squads more than 130 people lined up in a horizontal formation about 40 steps wide, each squad is three rows, after loading the bullets and lighting the fire, everyone erected Lu Mi Gong and stood quietly, a nervous mood filled the air - after all, this is the first time that the escort team has lined up to fight, and it is a lie to say that they are not nervous.

The pillar's A-shaped squad is also fully prepared to stand behind Chu Fan, they are the reserve team - this is what Chu Fan learned after suffering a loss in Sanjingtai last time, and there must be a reserve team in hand at any time to deal with all kinds of emergencies.

Chu Fan was also dressed exactly the same, the only difference was that what he was holding in his hand was not a long Lu Mi gun, but a short fire gun given by the six families; But the firebolt was also loaded with buckshot and lit the arquebus.

At this moment, with a faint smile on his face, and a short fire gun on the muzzle of the gun, Chu Fan quietly watched the guards who were busy preparing at the foot of the mountain, in fact, only he knew. He was already drenched in sweat, and his coat was soaking wet—not just because of the heat, but also because of the nervousness.

After the expansion of recruitment, Chu Fan has seen the results of the training of the escort team, but training is training, and actual combat is actual combat -- if the training is not leaky, it will lay soft eggs when it is pulled into the battlefield. Such an example, Chu Fan should not have heard too much in his previous life.

So when he stayed overnight in Qijia Town last night, Zhao Hai had proposed whether to consider a night attack, but Chu Fan denied it - such a good opportunity to fight in formation, wouldn't it be a waste not to sharpen the new escort team?

However, when he really arrived on the battlefield, Chu Fan really felt the tremendous pressure of facing the enemy in a formation - this time it was a real sword and a real gun to match the bandits who were also fighting in formation, which was completely different from the sneak attack on the Sanjingtai camp.

"Teams report on readiness!"

Liu Zhongwen, who was standing at the head of the line, saw that the entire horizontal formation was quiet, and asked loudly.

"Report! Team B is ready! ”

"Report! Team C is ready! ”

……

"Report! Team Xin is ready! ”

"All of them! …… Step together~~ Go! One~~two~~one......"

Liu Zhongwen shouted the password as he walked, and from time to time he aimed at the horizontal team around him - the terrain at the bottom of the stream was always a little undulating. The middle of the horizontal formation is directly in the stream, but no one cares about this - all the terrain on Xiaozhu Island has been walked.

If someone looks down at the top of the mountain on both sides of the Tibetan Horse Stream at this time, they will see a stubby and neat "one" at the bottom of the stream slowly pressing towards the three piles of people on the opposite side.

"What? That person is that little Xiucai Chu Fan? ”

At this moment, the squatting tiger was stunned by the words of the second master, and his eyes were full of incredulity when he looked at the opposite side - as the escort approached, the second master with excellent eyesight recognized Chu Fan on the side of the horizontal formation.

"Big brother! It's definitely him! I stared at him for four days, how could I admit my mistake? The second master squinted at the horizontal formation and said, "I don't know where he found such people." Look at this formation, it's still neat. ”

The Squatting Tiger was no better than the second leader who had never experienced a battle formation, and he could strongly feel the tremendous pressure brought by the horizontal formation that was silently forcing over on the opposite side. A strong panic and fear suddenly surged in his heart, and his brows couldn't help frowning deeply: Is this really a person who shows off his talents? How do you look like the most elite Zhejiang soldiers in Liaodong!

He could feel the coercion, and the bandits in the first row, who were closer to the escort than him, felt it more truly, and couldn't help but feel a little commotion.

The squatting tiger looks bad, and if the other party is allowed to approach so silently, the formation that he has managed to rectify on his side is estimated to be crushed without fighting!

"Brethren! The officers and troops of the dog * day are pressing up! Come on! They scattered as soon as they rushed! "After raising the Blue Dragon Glaive Knife high. The squatting tiger shouted, "Archers, prepare to release arrows!" ”

In the first row, there were about 30 bandits dressed in various colors of leather armor, cotton armor, and half-body armor, screaming and moving their feet, and many of them kept tapping the shields in their hands with various long knives, maces, flails, and other weapons in their hands.

Behind Soldier A. It is twenty or thirty crossbowmen, there are not many one-stone step bows, most of them are softer riding bows or even hunting bows, if they are diffuse, the range is about sixty paces, and if they shoot directly, they do not exceed fifty paces.

At the back were the bandits, who were either relatively thin or particularly strong, and there were about thirty in all; Most of the thin ones are people with poor combat strength and even difficulty in opening a crossbow, while the particularly strong ones are the three henchmen in charge, who are responsible for pressing the formation.

The two sides went on opposite sides, and the gap came out immediately.

The bandits squeaked and screamed here, and they seemed to be mighty, but a discerning person could see at a glance that after only walking about ten steps, the formation had begun to be a little scattered, especially the bandits who were walking on the stream in the center, and their pace slowed down as they walked, and the whole formation became a two-wing protrusion and a central depression.

On the other hand, the escort team has walked almost a mile and still basically remains in a straight line; Apart from the rhythmic sound of the password, no other noise can be heard; The heavy breathing of more than a hundred people reflected back and forth on the mountain walls on either side, sounding like a fierce beast roaring in a low voice.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides had been shortened to about a mile, the squatting tiger suddenly heard the opposite side shouting, "Stand ~ Settle!" Each squad~~ whole team! ”。

The other side stopped, and the squatting tiger saw that the horizontal team seemed to be approaching in a unit of seven or eight people, and the distance between people had narrowed from about one step to about half a step, and his eyes narrowed - this action showed that the opposite side was not a rookie, and he also knew how to use a dense formation to make up for the lack of power of the firecracker.

Before he could think clearly, he heard the second master shout, "Third brother, do you dare to rush at them with your brother?" Without thinking about it, the three masters replied, "One left and one right!" Brothers, follow me! Stomp them to death. ”

The squatting tiger wanted to say something, but the two leaders on the left and right with a few cavalrymen had already rushed around the infantry formation to the opposite side, and even a few henchmen around him followed.

The thunderous sound of hooves suddenly resounded through the valley! (To be continued.) )

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