Well, Yang Feng's airship engine is broken. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Anyway, no one can fix this thing!

Of course, Yang Feng will not repair this twelve-cylinder gasoline engine, as for the people under him, there is a little dust on this artifact on weekdays, and they don't dare to wipe it with a rag, they all have to brush it down with a fine brush like an archaeologist, and of course it is impossible to dismantle it to study the structure or something, but now the four of them are staring at each other dumbfounded.

"I want to come here for the end of life, wait until I go back and change to a new one!"

Yang Feng said indifferently with a pretended face.

"Subordinate Order!"

The three soldiers hurriedly said.

However, Yang Feng then shut up, he didn't say that the three soldiers didn't dare to ask, the airship that lost power kept floating in the sky, fortunately, it was a northeast wind, basically blowing them to the southwest, but the speed was slower, but there was a spare diet on the airship, and there was actually a small toilet out of the partition, after all, this thing often flew long distances, and the four of them were wrapped in military coats and resigned themselves to their fate, and floated until the next morning, Yang Feng, who woke up, stretched his waist and got up, I was stunned to find that it was no longer a plain below.

And more importantly, there is a small river behind them.

"Landing now!"

He made his choice without hesitation.

The airship landed immediately.

"Your Majesty, look!"

A soldier suddenly pointed down and shouted.

There is a small village in the mountains below them, a large number of men, women and children wearing Yi costumes are running out, of course, they are not called Yi people now, the official name should be Yi people, these Yi people knelt on the ground one by one in horror, completely a chicken flying dog jumping appearance, it was obviously frightened by this behemoth that fell from the sky. Especially Yang Feng's airship is the queen's airship, and there is a golden dragon depicted on it, this kind of thing is completely at the level of gods for these Yi people, if they are somewhere else, they may run away and hide, but they can't run in their own village.

Soon the airship landed in a rice field.

Yang Feng casually picked up his two handfuls of steel and carried them on his shoulders, directly pushed open the door and walked out.

"Who knows Chinese!"

He walked up to those Yiren and said, as he spoke, he lowered the steel pestle in his hand, and heard a crisp impact, and the two triangular pyramids at the front end instantly sank into the two hard paving stones under his feet, and the thick stone slab was torn apart at once, and the kneeling Yiren old man on the opposite side was so frightened that his head on the ground hung lower, and it was obvious that Yang Feng's godhead was more stable in front of him.

"Back to God, the villain can speak Chinese."

The old man said respectfully.

"Where is this place?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Back to God, this place belongs to Mahu Mansion, and not far to the east is Xuzhou Mansion, the villain is the owner of this village, and it is under the control of Lei Bo Tusi."

The old man said.

"Is there a Hermes-Epitek in Xuzhou?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Back to God, there are quite a few."

The old man said.

"Is there a Qing army?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Back to God, the Han people there defended themselves according to the capital city of Xuzhou, did not pay taxes to the Qing army, and claimed to be a Ming dependency, the Qing army and the Tibetan army in Jiading have been besieging for many days, and they have not heard of the capture."

The old man said.

"Prepare something to eat, and then send us to Xuzhou."

Yang Feng said.

After saying that, he pulled out the steel that was inserted in the ground, and the old man was shocked again, but at this time, a large number of soldiers in leather robes suddenly appeared at the end of the mountain road in the distance, including many Qing soldiers, it was obvious that Yang Feng's airship was too ostentatious, these Qing troops saw it nearby, and then chased after it directly, as soon as they saw them, the old man was also like a great enemy, and then the young men in the stockade ran back and took out bows, arrows, spears and other weapons.

Yang Feng sneered and waved his hand.

The three Ming soldiers immediately lifted out the Makqin, and then put the bullet belt into the ammunition supply port, one held the bullet belt, one held the grip, and the other simply raised the breech gun in his hand and aimed it at the mountain road.

"Forget it, let's fight with bullets saved!"

Yang Feng thought for a while and said.

"Do you have a grudge against them?"

Then he asked the old man.

"Back to God, these officers and soldiers rob things everywhere, food, livestock, money and even women, especially the soldiers under the Changbian Jilie, it can be said that killing people and setting fires are all evil, and many of our Yi people have been destroyed by them."

The old man said.

At this time, they had also begun to set up defenses, these villages built on the mountains were usually very well defended, and the young men were also hunting all year round, and they were not vegetarians with bows and arrows in their hands, but they were still hopeless compared to their enemies. When Yinren fled into Sichuan, he brought a large number of arms craftsmen from Hanzhong, including Dai Zi, so the Qing army's arms production was not interrupted, and those Tibetan troops were obviously the latest made smoothbore flintlock pistols.

"In that case, what are you waiting for?"

Yang Feng yelled at the two handfuls of steel.

Then he went straight down.

Before the old man could react, he had already rushed to the range of the Qing army, and the Qing soldiers who were coming along the mountain road immediately raised their rifles and pulled the trigger one after another, but of course the result would not be meaningful, Yang Feng was like a hungry tiger pounced into a flock of sheep and waved two handfuls of steel against the bullets that kept shooting from the opposite side, and crashed into the enemy at once. As soon as the bullet was ineffective, those Qing soldiers already understood who they were facing, one by one they turned around and ran back like a dog that had been whipped, but the problem was that those Tibetan soldiers didn't understand, these guys were quite brave, and when they saw this unscientific situation, they didn't even think much about it and pulled out their scimitars to face the battle.

There's not much left to say.

On the narrow mountain road, the two steel Laos in Yang Feng's hands danced into a bloody light, and the blood and stumps and broken arms of those Tibetan soldiers and Qing soldiers splashed away like hitting a chainsaw, this scene scared those Yi people stupid, they never thought that there would be such a fierce man.

No, it should be a god.

"What are you looking at, hurry up and kill the enemy with God!"

The old man yelled.

The young man in the stockade came to his senses at once, and then brandished all kinds of weapons, roared excitedly and rushed down, and soon crashed into the enemy army, Yang Feng acted as a steamroller in front, crushing and breaking up the Tibetan soldiers and Qing soldiers all the way to force them to flee to the mountains and forests on both sides, and those Yi people were responsible for dealing with them. When they arrived in the mountains and forests, the effect of the guns in their hands plummeted, those Yi people were trained by hunting in the mountains, and they were familiar with the terrain at the door of their homes, this skirmish lasted less than half an hour before it ended, and more than half of the more than 300 Tibetan and Qing coalition troops were killed by Yang Feng alone, and the rest except for a very few who escaped also became the souls of those Yi people under the knife.

"Mah, it's been a long time since I've killed so much!"

Yang Feng came back with two handfuls of steel stained with blood and minced meat, and said refreshedly.

"God, do you want to wash?"

The old man said respectfully, and at the same time brought him a bowl of wine.

Yang Feng handed the steel Laos in his hand to the side, and a very eyeless Yiren hurriedly stepped forward to take it, but as soon as the steel Laos got his hand, he screamed and fell to the ground, and a few people quickly came over to help him up, and the four people carried a steel Laos, only barely lifted it, and then the other two took Yang Feng's other steel Laos and sent it to the waterside to clean, as for Yang Feng and his three soldiers, they were invited by the old man to his home to drink wine and eat meat.

During the banquet, Yang Feng learned that the leaders of the Yi people in southern Sichuan and western Sichuan were basically the same as the Han gentry in Yunnan and Guizhou provinces, and they took a foreign attitude towards the battle of the Ming and Qing dynasties, more precisely, they were closed and self-defended. On the one hand, they attacked the strongholds established by the Han people, and on the other hand, they deterred the Yi people from paying money and grain to him, and during this time, many Han strongholds and Yi people's villages were breached, their property was looted, and even people were taken as slaves to work for them.

At this time, the Yiren people are not the same as before, not to mention that the opponent is a fierce soldier, the Qing army with all rifled guns, a few Tusi who have the courage to resist have been beaten, and even after one was killed, the others are simply shrunken turtles and let them go to various villages to forcibly collect taxes or loot, anyway, in theory, they are indeed vassals of the Qing Dynasty, and Yinren is a genuine Qing Emperor.

"Hmph, a bunch of bastards!"

Yang Feng said disdainfully.

"Those Tusi don't dare to make decisions for you, I'll make decisions for you, how many villages are there around here, you go and gather them, take my weapons, take the heads of these Tartars and soldiers to let them see and understand, tell them that whoever wants revenge will come with me, let's go to Xuzhou first to relieve the siege, and then I will take you to Chengdu to capture the Tartar alive."

Then he said.

"Who is God?"

The old man asked cautiously.

"You don't need to know who I am for the time being, I'm afraid you won't believe me if I say it, but one thing you are right, I am indeed sent by the gods in the sky, you just need to follow me."

Yang Feng said.

Well, this is the means he planned to subdue these messy peoples, just let himself become their gods, he has been mythologized among the Han people, and then he will become a god in the Yi people, Miao people, Yao people, and Buck people, since everyone regards him as their own god, then there is no difference between each other, since there is no difference, there is still a Mao nation, since there is no nationality, then they are all a family.

Although this is quite a stick, but then again, isn't that religion all played on the stick?

Anyway, these ethnic groups are also polytheistic beliefs, and there is no more one more of them, anyway, he has enough theoretical basis for playing like this, these ethnic groups and the Han nationality have a deep influence on each other, especially Miao Yao, who believes in Chiyou, in essence, is a source, when the time comes, find a group of bricks to study it, and simply get it into a mythological system, and he is the living god of this mythological system, which is of course the only object of worship. (To be continued.) )