As soon as he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Xiao Ye had not yet gained a firm foothold, when he saw a scout riding a war horse full of foam in the distance, roaring out of the ruins of Shiguan, running quickly, the boy on the horseback was already a head of sweat, and shouted loudly, "Baihu, Tartar, Tartar is coming,"

Running closer, the scout did not dismount, "Three hundred, fully armed, two teas will arrive," the voice landed, and the man also turned under the horse, and the two long sharp arrows on his back pierced the simple leather armor, and only the dirty flying feathers were seen.

"Come on, take him back to the mountain for treatment, and tell Li Langzhong that if he can't be cured, there will be no drop of wine in the future," Xiao Ye waved his hand with a gloomy face, let the scout be carried away, and he quickly ran towards the rocky hill with his team.

was stationed in Shiguan, Xiao Ye knew that he was thrown out to fend for himself, but if he let go of the Tartars without a little obstruction, Jiang Jie would have an excuse to clean up his own in the Thousand Households.

Yang Tianshou also analyzed this point in private, and he was also quite helpless.

The chaotic stone hill to the south of Shiguan, where the large ruins are messy, guarded the road leading from Shiguan to the gravel fort, as long as the formation is set up there, and the Tartars want to pass through quickly, it will cost a little money.

Although according to the formation of the archers, less than five days of rehearsal of the fire gun shooting, Xiao Ye was able to rely on the fire gun's non-stop shooting speed to fiercely block the fire for half an hour; Yes, it's only half an hour, the projectiles that are scarce in firearms, and these sergeants who have never seen a big battle at all, he can only be sure of half an hour.

Once the Tartar horse team of three hundred people increased its speed and pounced, Xiao Ye didn't dare to imagine how many of his fifty people could survive.

Messing up the stone hill, Xiao Ye opened a formation, the firecrackers pulled out a line along the undulating terrain, and each lay down in the stone pile, and the thirty crossbowmen behind him also set up a scattered line sixty steps long, guarding the firecrackers in front.

Forming a formation on the spot to resist the horse team, Xiao Ye did not have that much courage, presumably these sergeants were not willing to use their flesh and blood to fight against countless horseshoe strikes.

Ambush the Tartars in the canyon? Xiao Ye also thought about it, but he didn't dare to act rashly, as soon as he got off the horse and tried his best, he had to flee in the wilderness, so it was better to lean on the stone mountain nearby, and it was a big deal to retreat to the mountain.

Soon, four or five Tartars on fast horses probed out of the canyon and shot a Ming spout, although they were not caught, but they were also cautious.

However, after seeing the stone pass, the Ming soldiers who were lying behind the stone pile three hundred paces away shook their heads, and the spies who spoke Turkic became arrogant; If they encounter a well-armed Ming border army, they may retreat quickly, but the scene in front of them, hehe.

"Shout, shout," said the Tartar, who shouted loudly, took up the horned bow beside the saddle, mounted the carved arrow, and urged the war horse to speed up, and rushed towards it with great vigour.

The Ming army, which was less than sixty people, according to their opinion, hit it with a round of sharp arrows, and these cowards hiding behind the stone piles had no time to the guys, afraid that the horses' hooves had already stepped on their heads.

Thinking of the frightened cries of these Ming troops, the Tartars all had their eyes shining, their legs clamped/tightened on the back of their horses, and they bent their bows and arrows again and again, and began to sprint; As long as you are within a hundred steps, it is time to harvest blood.

"Load, raise the gun," shouted loudly, holding a heavy firecracker, Xiao Ye, who was lying in the middle of the team, loaded and raised the gun, and his movements were skillful and calm; Under his leadership, a group of firecrackers raised their weapons in an uproar.

"Two hundred steps, one hundred and eighty steps, one hundred and fifty steps," shouted loudly in his mouth, Xiao Ye, who was expressionless, forced his trembling legs and stomach, and before he shouted the command to shoot, he heard the little six sons beside him, touching the ground, a gunshot rang out, followed by a messy row of guns, firing one after another, so angry that he was angry, aimed at the tartar who rushed first, and pulled the trigger.

"Peng, Peng," the gunfire was gathered, the smoke of gunpowder poured up, and at a distance of one hundred and fifty paces, the fast horse of the Tartars, that is, a few breaths of effort, rumbled in front of him; The Tartar, which had been shattered by the indiscriminate gun, and the fast horse, which was covered in blood, smashed to the ground with a puff and rolled forward.

The sound of gunfire, the screams of the tartars, the neighing of the wounded horses, the irritating fire guns, all of them with round red eyes, that is the smoke of gunpowder.

The gunner, whose vision was obscured by the smoke of gunpowder, could not see the movement in front of him clearly, but he continued to follow the regulations of the leather whip of training, pulled the trigger, pushed and pulled the bolt, cleared the chamber and loaded, and turned the bolt to aim and shoot; Now, all that remains is shooting, and nothing can be seen in front.

After another burst of gunfire, Xiao Ye, who felt that the situation was wrong, hurriedly shouted, "Stop shooting, all stand up," and shouted several times in a row to stop these firecrackers.

Xiao Ye, whose face was full of gunsmoke, glared at Xiao Liuzi viciously, "Damn, go back to draw water by yourself and shake a hundred buckets of water," Xiao Liuzi, who knew that he was at a loss, held a fire gun, and his black face showed his white teeth, "Yes, Baihu,"

The autumn wind blew, and the smoke on the battlefield quickly dissipated, and what appeared in front of everyone's eyes, the four or five Tartars riding fast horses, together with their beloved war horses, all fell to death in a short distance of one hundred and fifty steps, and the flesh and blood flew sideways and could not see a neat appearance.

In less than three breaths of the charging distance, the Tartar didn't even have a chance to raise his bow and shoot arrows, and he was killed by sixty or seventy rounds of 11mm caliber projectiles, one of which did not fall to the ground, and most of the war horses were killed and wounded, and the wailing continued.

The visual difference between the large-caliber projectile hitting the wooden target and hitting the ** is enough to make these firecrackers more confident; Two days ago, Baihu took out a scalper, and after each person aimed and shot with live ammunition, the whole two teams of twenty people were forced to take turns squatting next to the rotten cow carcass, and watched a stick of incense for a long time.

At that time, they were nauseous and vomiting, and they complained a little about the hundred households; Today, looking at the living scene in front of them, these firecrackers seem to understand something.

The sudden change made the crossbowmen standing behind the firecracker stunned, and the steel crossbow in their hands was trembling and unstable.

"My mother, this firebolt is too powerful," the sergeant looked at the crossbow in his hand, and then looked at the proud expressions of those firecrackers, all of them were a little depressed.

But with the military order in hand, none of them dared to move, so they could only watch a few firecrackers with sharp hands and feet, and went to pick up the weapons that had cut off the heads of the tartars with their knives and the bloody limbs on the ground.

The two war horses, which were still wailing, were knocked down by two shots from the sergeants Peng and Peng, and they no longer suffered.

Xiao Ye looked at the weapons that were seized, although he didn't like it, but in the future, it would be handed over to the Thousand Households, which was also evidence of iron beating, so he put it away first.

"Captured on the battlefield, thirty percent belongs to individuals, and seventy percent belongs to hundreds of households," raising so many people on the mountain, Xiao Ye's seizure rules, the big guys can also agree. No matter who has been to Xiaoqi in 100 households, they all understand that 100 households are not a person who likes money.

Rumbling, the sound of horses' hooves, the Tartars of the brigade finally appeared at the stone pass, but the leading Wuchita saw at a glance the dead and wounded spies in front of the rocky hill, and lost their heads; and the dead horse on the ground, which made his eyes red at once.

"Raise your bow and charge me," without the whole team, with a roar of rage, the Uchita raised the mace in his hand high, and without any pause, he directly launched a charge; The two hundred warriors behind him shouted in unison, raised their bows and arrows, and urged the horses that sat down.

The horse team lined up in a long line, if it had stopped and set up a charging formation, perhaps the outcome would have been different; However, the arrogant Tartar cavalry suffered a great loss of contempt for their opponents.

They directly thought that the heads of the dozens of Ming soldiers on the rocky hill were already in their hands, and they were left to cut and harvest.

Behind, the head of the Gushan clan who had just walked out of the canyon did not follow him, but took his own hundred Tartar knights, unhurriedly behind him, according to his opinion, there was no need to make his own move, and the credit for this first threshing grass should be harvested by his nephew.

A while ago, he sent a few squads of knights to sneak into the Ming Realm, although it was also quite confiscated, but there was also a squad of eight knights missing, which made him heartache for a long time, and he also raised his vigilance slightly against this threshing grass.

"Peng, Peng Peng," a large white smoke burst out again from the rocky hills, and the Ming army, which was dominated by ants, actually began to attack with firearms; Thinking about the Ming army's fire gun with a short range and can only be used once, the head of the Gushan clan behind is a burst of dark laughter.

Soon he could not laugh anymore, and with a sudden eyeball, he saw in astonishment that his brave and invincible nephew, together with the mace, had fallen headlong and fallen on the gravel ground.

The Uchita and the seven or eight fastest runners were beaten off their horses by the firecrackers, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead, so that the Tartars behind them were all red-eyed, and after howling and firing their sharp arrows, they threw down their bows and arrows, drew their scimitars, and rushed forward with a roar.

"Whoosh, click," a firebolt was struck in the forehead by a sharp arrow thrown at him, and before he died, he pulled the trigger and the projectile hit the air; The crossbowman behind him hurriedly put down the crossbow, picked up his companion's firebolt, and reloaded and opened fire again.

When the arrogant Tartar lost more than 50 warriors and the prancing horse rushed up the rocky hill, the gunner's gun was completely chaotic.

It's strange to reload two projectiles in a row and not blow up the chamber.

The crossbowmen guarding the side of the firecracker finally showed their fangs at this time, and the dense short arrows, within thirty paces, shot like rain, causing the Tartars to scream and fall to the ground one after another.

Thirty repeating crossbows, at such a close distance, finally sent out their power, and three hundred sharp arrows were fired, like a continuous rain of arrows, completely drowning more than a hundred Tartars who had lost their minds.

"Wow, wow, touch," however, there were still more than a dozen Tartars with short arrows stuck in their bodies, relying on the impact inertia of their horses, with their last breath, viciously smashed into front of the sergeants, knocking several sergeants who could not dodge into the mouth and spitting blood and flying out.

If it weren't for the crossbowmen's desperate slashing and slashing, these dozen or so intruding Tartars would have been able to completely destroy Xiao Ye's defensive position.

The wind and smoke were exhausted, and the head of the Gushan clan, who had been pressing the horse and not moving, had been dumbfounded by the tragic scene in front of him, and in his cunning mind, the two words of the border army were constantly spinning; This time, I'm afraid I'll hit the iron plate.

In less than a cup of tea, the nephew's invincible 200 warriors have all fallen in a pool of blood, so how can his own 100 people still be opponents?

Even if he takes advantage of the situation, the fisherman's profit is not so easy to take, his own hundred warriors are already half of the elite in the tribe, and the loss of a dozen can kill him.

On the grassland, strength is the foundation of survival, the head of the Gushan clan, who bullied the soft and feared the hard, faced the fierce Ming army that was not inferior to his warriors, and did not care about avenging his nephew, turned around and led his subordinates, and rumbled into the depths of the canyon.

This time, he still followed the original plan to join up with other tribes in Yijinai, and after entering Qingfeng Valley, he had to be more careful, just pick something cheap.

The head of the Gushan clan who wants to cry without tears, he doesn't need to think about it to know that the only person who will avenge the Uchita in the future will be his seriously ill father Wuhar Touren, and the others, where will they care, their eyes are staring at the rich woman of the Ming Dynasty.

The sudden withdrawal of the Tartars made Xiao Ye, who had already pulled out his waist knife and was ready to fight to the death, stared at the horse team in the distance, for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked around at his own sergeants, and couldn't help but tremble vigorously, "Brothers, let's win the battle, let's beat the Tartars away,"

"Bang dang, bang dang," the fire guns with weapons and stones in their hands, and the sergeants with crossbows, heard the voices of hundreds of households, and their bodies were loosened, and they all collapsed on the stone piles in exhaustion, and some of them actually fainted.

In a short battle, the sergeants lost six people, more than half of the wounded, and five people were seriously wounded, Xiao Ye sent scouts to follow the Tartars, and commanded the sergeants to send the wounded up the mountain first, collect the dead, and clean up the battlefield.

The Tartars, who also suffered heavy casualties, Xiao Ye believes that they will meet frequently in the future.

As the sun set, ten miles on the west side of Shishan, on the low and stretching mountains, "Didi, tick," in the poignant suona sound, ten sergeants with solemn expressions raised the firearms in their hands, and the roar of "Peng, Peng" echoed in the mountains, sending away the six partners who were still alive yesterday.

In front of the six tombs lined up, Xiao Ye stood alone for a long time, as a child of a military household, although he also knew the truth that a military household was on the battlefield, life and death were halved, but when it really came to his own hands, he still didn't believe in the fantastic tragic scene.

There is military discipline for bereavement pensions, but those miserable and helpless family members still make the young man hesitate in his heart.

"Xiao Baihu, go back," Yang Tianshou, who had never shown up, had already stood behind Xiao Ye and stood quietly for a while, this son-in-law who couldn't pass the threshold in his heart, he still had to help.

After seeing the cruel battlefield, Yang Tianshou accepted the identity of his son-in-law Baihu for the first time.

In the small courtyard, next to the thick stone mill, Yang Tianshou and Xiao Ye sat silently on the stone bench, and there was a pot of sweet and sour herbal tea on the stone table.

"So that Brother Xiao knows," Finally, Yang Tianshou broke the silence, pointed to the tall tree, and said with a slight smile, "Li Langzhong turned out to be from Lingnan, and he recognized those three big trees, named Coptis chinensis, and the bark of the leaves, stems, and trees is a good medicine to stop bleeding,"

But Xiao Ye was still sluggish, so Yang Tianshou couldn't help but lose his temper, if Xiao Ye was frightened, then the Shiguantun Hundred Households would no longer exist.

"Male husband, settle down to protect the world, rather die standing than kneel to live, your father Simon Lao Baihu, more than once sighed; As his successor, you are so embarrassed after a fight, but you have to ignore the lessons of your family? Yang Tianshou, who had changed from the gentle and rude in the past, looked at Xiao Ye sharply.

If Xiao Ye was really frightened, then he Yang Tianshou would have nothing to say, just begging him and Mei'er to stay home safely, and that's it.

"Father's precept dare not forget, Xiao Ye remembers it in his heart," the voice was hoarse, Xiao Ye's blue-gray face floated a trace of red tide, but his eyes were still confused, "They died because of me, I shouldn't have taken them down the mountain,"

"Perhaps, guarding the mountain, there will be no such casualties," Xiao Ye's depressed self-blame almost made Yang Tian so angry that he took the case.