When Wang Meng and Lei Xiaoqing's horse team made a detour to the southwest, the Tartar knife hand under the commander of the wolf Waqianfu once again touched the top of the mountain in the drizzle; This time, they didn't see the terrifying earth-shattering thunder.

The centurion, who rushed to the top of the mountain, excitedly waved his knife over the stone wall, but was angry to find that in addition to the paper bullet shells all over the ground, the discarded tents, and tools, the most harvest here was a pile of black stones that could not be gnawed.

Of course, the saltpeter hidden under the straw mat couldn't calm him down, "Quick, inform the elder Qianfu that my hundred-man team has captured the top of Bailong Lake and is searching for those damn Han people,"

Nearly 100 Tartar heads that were cut off as war exploits were assigned by Huang Hanxiang early and thrown into Bailong Lake, but the dead bodies in the rocks beside the mountainside path were enough to make the Tartar soldiers angry.

Before dark, a group of Tartars climbed to the top of the mountain, and except for a dozen Han Chinese in the rubble pile on the north bank, they couldn't find the damned firecrackers; Furious, Wolf Tile sent out his men, and soon followed the discarded cart to the cave at the other end of the mountain beam.

Coupled with the confession of the captured Han people, the wolf tile knew that the cave opposite the mountain beam was the last foothold of the Han people.

No, I still have to call it.

"Peng, Peng," on the mountain beam where only one person can pass, two firebolts on the side of the cave, simply knocked over the two Tartar knife hands, and the seriously injured Tartar screamed and rolled down the mountain, and fell into a mountain stream more than ten zhang deep, and he couldn't even hear a sound, and obviously couldn't survive.

The ridge, less than three hundred paces wide, became a single-plank bridge for the Tartars to die; The Tartar centurion, who was on the mountain on the west side of the lake, stared at it for a long time, wisely did not send troops to attack, left the warriors to guard, and went back to find the commander himself.

So far, the biggest seizure is the seven or eight carts under the mountain.

The collapsed wolf tile that triumphantly climbed to the top came to the mountain bag opposite the cave, and his beaming face was once again gloomy to the bottom of the pot.

Looking at the long ridge, he was almost about to scold his mother again, and finally attacked from the mountain road to the top of the mountain, and then ran into this single-plank bridge, even if he sent his own firecrackers up, I was afraid that he would not be able to please him.

The angry Wolf Tile called a few Tartars who knew a lot of Chinese, and then placed the dozen Han captives on the mountain bag, trying to threaten and persuade them to surrender.

"Listen to the Han people on the other side, our general Wolf Tile will not kill the prisoners, you surrender and have a way to live," the Tartar with a thick voice roared indiscriminately, but three hundred paces away, after the mountain wind blew, there was only a faint echo left on the side of the cave.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, Huang Hanxiang ignored the movement outside, arranged the guarded sergeants, and then left the two sergeants with shotguns, and walked deeper into the cave by himself.

Yu Shan took ten sergeants to guard here, and those Tartars couldn't come for a while.

A cave five steps wide with a height of one person, less than twenty steps diagonally into it, a turn into a huge cave, under the faint torch, the ground outside the high and low inside the rocky, has been cleared, the open space covers an area of about two acres.

On the dry ground on the left side of the cave were piles of food and stoves, and on the right side of the ground were bedding, and a row of sergeants were lying on the ground, and the wounds had been tied with medicine belts.

The medicine belt brought back from Shiguantun last time has already had an effect on the injured miscellaneous soldiers, otherwise there are a few of these wounded soldiers who can survive, and Huang Hanxiang has no bottom in his heart.

Next to the wounded soldier was a tired sergeant, who was taking off his wet sheepskin jacket and hanging it on a large stone to dry.

The ground beneath their feet was a slope, and the handymen cleared the stones from the ground, piled them in the middle of the cave, gathered together two dozen pack horses, gathered them into several piles, and whispered quietly; Fortunately, there was a slight breeze blowing in the cave, and it didn't look stuffy.

More than a dozen war horses were gathered together by sergeants and were feeding forage.

Sergeants who died in battle, placed in the corners of caves.

"Xu Wangliang," Huang Hanxiang called out to this meritorious little leader, "you bring some people, pick up the bigger stones here, move them to the entrance of the cave and build them, I see how those Tartars come over,"

"Okay, don't worry, Huang Qiguan, the villain will do it immediately," Xu Wangliang, who was worried about where to find dry firewood, now that he has a hiding place, his mind is also stable, and he patted his chest and responded.

Walking to Du Ding's side, Huang Hanxiang sat on the ground with his buttocks, ignoring the soaked leather jacket on his body, pulled out the water bag on his waist, pulled out the plug and was about to pour it violently, "Brother Huang, drink less, there is no water source here,"

Du Ding's faint voice, although it was not loud, but Huang Hanxiang still had a buzz in his head, and he was stunned, turned his face to look at Du Ding, licked his mouth and put away the water bag.

"There are still 510 rounds of firebolt projectiles, 60 shotguns/projectiles, 30 earth-shattering thunderbolts, no arrows in the crossbow, 40 sergeants, a scimitar, and 35 wounded soldiers," Du Ding, who is quite a housekeeper, casually reported to his family without Huang Hanxiang asking questions.

In this battle, although there was a draw with the Tartars, he was forced into a Jedi, and Dudin was still quite frustrated.

"If you don't have water, it's bad," muttered in his mouth, Huang Hanxiang looked up and felt the slight breeze, endured the soreness all over his body, put away the water bag, got up and walked to the end of the cave.

Du Ding glanced at Huang Hanxiang's figure and sighed secretly, he had already checked there, and there was no way out at all.

To Huang Hanxiang's disappointment, there was a narrow slit at the end of the cave, and the mountain wind blew in through the gap, but it was impossible to pass through.

It won't be a dead hole, right, Huang Qiguan, who was cold in his heart, put his eyes close to the crack in the stone, and vaguely saw a faint light, and suddenly shouted, "Light, there is light,"

His shout of surprise made the miscellaneous servants huddled together look up at Huang Hanxiang who was dancing curiously, and Du Ding also ran over quickly.

"Quick, Du Ding, collect all the earth-shaking thunder immediately, I will be of great use," Huang Hanxiang pointed to the palm-wide crack in the stone, and said with a tremor at the corner of his mouth, he could have a hunch that there must be a hole behind this stone crack.

Thirty earth-shattering thunderbolts in Du Ding's hands, as well as two private goods handed over by the sergeants, a total of thirty-two, were placed at Huang Hanxiang's feet.

After tying two bundles of earth-shaking thunder with cloth tape, Huang Hanxiang successively stuffed them into the cracks of the stones, and asked the sergeant to drive the miscellaneous servants into the distance, took out all the fire ropes, and tied them together.

Huang Hanxiang's first understanding of the earth-shaking thunder was still in the quarry, and the earth-shaking thunder thrown into the ravine, the blasted stones flew around, and he will never forget it.

"Get all on your stomach, don't run around," shouted at the crowd a dozen paces behind him, Huang Hanxiang clutched a firerope and pulled out puffs of smoke.

After a few brisk steps, Huang Hanxiang, who was hiding behind the stones, heard a series of rumbling noises, fine stones splashing in the cave, beating some miscellaneous servants and screaming, and the pack horses were also in a mess.

Huang Hanxiang found an exit in the depths of the cave, and Yu Shan stayed at the entrance of the cave, but he watched the Tartars, and after the persuasion failed, he actually waved a knife and cut off the heads of a row of paralyzed captives, and kicked the corpses down the mountain stream.

"Peng," the sergeant lying on the narrow platform outside the cave entrance, holding a shotgun, couldn't help but pull the trigger, knocked a knife-wielding Tartar to the ground, and hid behind the mountain bag with his stomach.

Xu Wangliang took a dozen miscellaneous servants, carrying heavy stones, and built a stone wall at the entrance of the cave, although the stones here had sunk too much, they still did it in an orderly manner.

Soon, the entrance to the cave, which was five steps wide and more than a man high, was half blocked by a low stone wall, and the sergeants who were guarding outside also retreated to the inside of the hole.

Even if the Tartar pushes it over with an iron shield, on this small platform, Kankan can squeeze seven or eight people, not to mention the use of firearms, even with a spear can stab down the mountain.

The rumbling sound from the cave behind him made Yu Shan frown, but his footsteps did not move at all, and his current task was to stare at the Tartar opposite.

Besides, at the innermost part of the cave, Huang Hanxiang waited for the smoke and dust to dissipate, and ran to the stone crevice to take a look, although the mountain stone was blown loose, but the palm-wide gap also exploded a few cracks, and he couldn't help but be a little angry.

"Huang Qiguan, I still have pickaxes under my hand, I have brought them in, let them try it," I don't know when he slipped to Xu Wangliang behind Huang Hanxiang, looked at the crack in the stone, and proposed in a deep voice; He was also clear about the situation in the cave, and naturally understood Huang Hanxiang's actions, which was nothing more than trying to find a way back.

And Xu Wangliang is also a greedy person, so he naturally wants to help.

"Well, be careful, the stone may be loose," Huang Hanxiang nodded and retreated to Du Ding to rest.

Xu Wangliang called the other five small leaders, waited for everyone to gather over, smiled dryly and pointed to the stone crack behind him, and his voice was very low, "Everyone, everyone escaped from the hands of the Tartars, although I, Xu Wangliang, am greedy for life, but I don't want to be a slave anymore,"

"Just now I led someone to carry stones for the entrance of the cave, and I saw the dozen or so brothers who had run away, and let the Tartars bet on the mountain bag opposite, and cut off their heads one by one."

"So, in order to survive, let's find a way as soon as possible to open this stone crack and see if there is an exit in the back,"

"If not," Xu Wangliang's face changed, and he smiled miserably, "I'm a man in his thirties, who has had enough of suffering for five years as a slave, and I'm not a bad seed who can't hold a scimitar,"

Seeing that Xu Tou, who had always liked to take advantage of small advantages, was so cautious, the other small leaders hurriedly summoned their capable men, and then waved their iron hammers in shifts with weak torches, and chiseled open the cracks in the stones, and they were very busy.

Fortunately, these people are familiar with digging saltpeter and black stone, and although the progress is slow, they have gradually made a stone hole that is one person wide; Huang Hanxiang, who was staring from a distance, sent someone to hand Xu Wangliang two full water bags.

As for dry food, there are some flatbreads to satisfy the hunger, and tomorrow there will be only raw wheat.

The Tartars on the opposite side of the cave, seeing that they could not gather a crowd to rush over, and after killing a few Tartar soldiers who were exploring the way, they dismantled the carriage and lit a fire on the opposite mountain bag; It seems that the wolf tile is unwilling to give up.

Wang Meng's team on the grassland, under the guidance of the scouts, waited until the rain stopped, made a long detour to the eastern foot of the mountains, turned to the southern hills, and the horse team drilled into the mountain wasteland, dismounted and held the reins, and marched zigzag to the north.

Five miles away, Lei Xiaoqing's team, which was following behind, followed from a distance with supplies to support Bailong Lake, and the two heralds kept in touch.

If it weren't for the information that he could get close to Bailong from the mouth of the Tartar captive earlier, Wang Meng would never have imagined that in this rugged mountain ravine, he could actually make a detour to the northwest of Bailong Lake.

This information was specially given to him by Xiao Ye when he left Shiguantun.

This night, I don't know how many heels I fell, even the war horses had two horses stepped into the pit and broke their leg bones, and were reluctantly abandoned, and in the end, the tired Wang Meng ordered to camp on the spot.

By the time Lei Xiaoqing and the others arrived, it was already dark.

The next day, the team waded through a stream into the heart of the mountains. Wang Meng and they continued to act, and Lei Xiaoqing's team followed.

In the wilderness without trails, if it weren't for the scout in front of him, Lei Xiaoqing, who had been in the mountains for a whole day, would have lost his way and asked Wang Meng in front for help.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the third day that Duan Damin, who was following Wang Meng, suddenly covered his earmuffs and screamed.

"Wang Qiguan, Baoliang They have seen Bailong Lake, they have seen the fog on Bailong Lake," Wang Meng pulled the reins of his big hand, and suddenly he was trembling, mother, climbed these mountains, and wandered around the mountainside for a day and a night, and finally arrived.

"Oh, what did Bao Liang say," under Wang Meng's questioning, Duan Damin snorted a few times and popped out four words, "Bailong Lake, fog," but Wang Meng couldn't cry or laugh.

There is no way, there are dozens of secret words in the whistle book, and only six involve Bailong Lake, and others may be added in the future.

After wading through a shallow stream, the scouts in front reported that under the steep rock wall, several Tartar corpses were found, as well as a dozen headless dead corpses, which seemed to have died not long ago.

Holding the binoculars, Wang Meng and Lei Xiaoqing hid in a poplar forest, and when they looked at the mountain, they found that at the highest place on the mountain, there was a faint figure of a tartar, and they couldn't help but change their complexions; It seems that the hundred-man team in Bailong Lake is less auspicious.

The horse team carefully bypassed a foot of a mountain in the woods, and the increasingly rugged mountains on both sides made Wang Meng and Lei Xiaoqing very disappointed, at the end of the mountain under their feet, the steep stone walls on both sides were as high as more than ten zhang, which they could not climb, and the mountains in front of them were also in front of them.

The caravan that had entered a cul-de-sac had to stop and rest on a gentle slope less than half a mile from the opposite ridge, where they might camp tonight.

After settling the pack horses, the sergeants also took turns to rest and eat dry rations, and sent the five sergeants on duty to scatter far away.

Wang Meng, who was munching on dry cakes, sat on the stone with Lei Xiaoqing and discussed in a low voice, and the two heralds Yao and Duan, who were bored next to him, gathered together, holding the binoculars of the two flag officers, looking around, and constantly chatting in surprise; This time, the two of them can be regarded as an eye-opener.

The faint glow of the west reflected the west-facing side of the opposite mountain range, covered with a layer of golden yellow, Yao Baoliang, who was holding a telescope, was looking at the afterglow of the sunset, and suddenly jumped up and shouted loudly.

"Someone, someone, I see a human head," his voice startled Duan Damin beside him, and the two flag officers in the distance also looked at him suspiciously.

Yao Baoliang, who pointed to the opposite mountain, looked with a telescope while motioning Duan Damin to follow the direction of his finger, and soon, Duan Damin also shouted loudly.

At the insistence of Huang Hanxiang and Xu Wangliang, the handymen were divided into several waves of rotation, and at the very end of the cave, it took a whole day and a night to make a fifteen-step diagonal downward exit, although they could only barely drill through one person.

The cold wind blowing in not only lifted the spirits of these tired handymen, but Huang Hanxiang also ran over happily, patted Xu Wangliang's shoulder vigorously, and praised loudly, "Old Xu, you can be regarded as a great merit, and the Lord of the Hundred Households will definitely reward you,"

His words immediately made the eyes of the other miscellaneous leaders hot, and those miscellaneous servants also congratulated Xu Wangliang in a gossiping manner. If he hadn't insisted on digging the cracks in the rocks, it is estimated that this work would have stopped a long time ago.

In the noisy crowd, only the handyman who broke through the last stone wall, his face was not good-looking, and he quietly squeezed to Xu Wangliang's side, pulling his sleeve, "What's the matter, if you have something to say,"

Xu Wangliang, who was excited, was still very tolerant of his miscellaneous servants.

"Xu Tou, there is a cliff outside the cave, and it is very deep below, and it is estimated that it is at least ten zhang long," the handyman put his mouth to Xu Wangliang's ear and shouted loudly.

Xu Wangliang, whose face changed abruptly, no longer paid attention to other people's nonsense, hurriedly got into the cave, crawled to the outermost end of the stone cave, and cautiously stretched out his head in the whirring cold wind; After looking around, and then taking a closer look below, Xu Wang's conscience suddenly jumped, and his face turned white.

"Hey, it seems to be Xu Wangliang, the little leader of the miscellaneous servants," On the slope of a rocky hill below, Wang Meng, who had already run over, held a telescope and happened to see Xu Wangliang's long white face.

His words suddenly made the already gray faces of the sergeants show joy, Xu Wangliang's appearance shows that there are still miscellaneous servants alive, that doesn't mean that the Yellow Flag officers may also be alive.

"Beat the torches, fire the torches," ignoring the other Wang Meng, decisively ordered the sergeant, lit a few torches and shook them back and forth, "Peng, Peng," the continuous sound of firecrackers also echoed in the mountains.

But at this time, Xu Wangliang's head had already shrunk back, and he was crying and complaining to Huang Hanxiang, I don't know if there is a water source below, but this height has already made him dizzy.

The stunned Huang Hanxiang, although he was already prepared in his heart, was still unwilling to come over to inspect it.

After all, from the ridge on the other side of the cave entrance, you can see that this exit is not much better.

Fortunately, Huang Hanxiang, who was quite sensitive to the sound of firearms, heard the faintly familiar roar, and then saw the swaying fire points below, he was stunned at the time, and then his face was overjoyed; How could he not know that eight out of ten of the people below were his own.

"Quick, bring the torch," Huang Hanxiang, who turned back, anxiously took the torch handed by the handyman, rushed to the narrow hole, stretched out his arm and shook the torch vigorously, his eyes were already full of tears; He knew that the hundred households would not abandon them.

You know, there is not even a drop of water in the cave, if it weren't for everyone's hard breath to support it, and those pack horses were not killed, it is estimated that people's hearts would have collapsed.

And the Tartars, who have been blocking the way out and not attacking on the other side, think that they can't stand their thirst, so they obediently go out and tie their hands.

Indeed, the wolf tiles on the opposite side of the cowhide tent had been set up, holding the mare's milk wine that had been brought up from the bottom of the mountain, and waited beautifully, and the Han people on the opposite side either died of thirst or crawled over and were tied up one by one by the cowhide ropes.

From the mouths of the herdsmen of several small tribes nearby, he already knew that there was nothing but stones in the cave opposite.

"Damn Han people, I will let you know how miserable the end is for offending the servants of the Immortal Heaven," muttered angrily, and the wolf tile lay on the soft couch and fell asleep, he was also tired enough to choke these days.

The careful Huang Hanxiang listened attentively at the narrow entrance of the cave, and in the shouts that were getting closer and closer below, he heard the sound of suona, which was a unique signal of Shiguantun, so he put his mind at ease and waved the torch vigorously.

After getting in touch with the mountain, Huang Hanxiang turned around and climbed out of the hole, and happily told Yu Shan and Du Ding about the situation.

The news soon spread throughout the sergeants, and in the cave, the atmosphere of despair, which had been a little desperate, suddenly became enthusiastic, and the unwilling resentment quietly dispersed in the low laughter of the sergeants, and the impatient miscellaneous servants also calmed down.

Xu Wangliang arranged for strong men to go to the entrance of the cave to expand his foothold, and Du Ding also found ropes from the miscellaneous servants.

These ropes, which were originally used to tie the weight of pack horses, were placed on the carriage all the way, and when they retreated to the cave, they were brought in by the handymen.

An hour later, Huang Hanxiang and Yu Shan, the two of them crowded on the edge of the hole, carefully tied stones to one end of the rope, and began to lower the mountain; The little bit of fire under the stone wall made them both energetic.

After a long time, just when the rope was about to be exhausted, Huang Hanxiang noticed that the rope in his hand shook slightly.

There must be someone shaking the rope below, Huang Hanxiang and Yu Shan glanced at each other, shook the rope in their hands left and right, took out a piece of coarse cloth and wrapped it on the rope, and put it on the stone platform.

Yu Shan retreated, commanded the miscellaneous servants to tie the rope on two iron drills that were driven deep into the ground, and took the last torch to Huang Hanxiang again.

The rope that kept trembling, and after a while, a thin figure climbed up, Liu Xiaohou with handcuffs, and clever little eyes appeared in front of Huang Hanxiang.

"Monkey, it's you," Yu Shan reached out in surprise and grabbed Liu Xiaohou's arm, pulling the scout into the cave; Liu Xiaohou, who was sweating fine on his head, smiled and didn't make a sound when he saw his acquaintance.

took out a piece of yellow straw paper in his arms, Liu Xiaohou handed it to Huang Hanxiang, and Huang Hanxiang handed it to Yu Shan, no way, he was illiterate, Yu Shan could still read a few.

The two simple sentences on the papyrus, Yu Shan was a little dizzy, but he remembered Wang Meng's flag official seal letter clearly, it turned out that Wang Meng led the team.

"Wang Qiguan has an order, transfer the materials first, and the others will come up later," Seeing that Yu Shan recognized the seal, Liu Xiaohou put down the water bag in his hand and said softly.

He didn't notice that Huang Hanxiang and Yu Shan's throats were stirring, and the corners of their eyes were staring at his hands and the water bags in their hands.

Boxes of tightly wrapped projectiles were brought up, well-rounded firebolts were brought up, individual tents, earth-shaking thunderbolts were also brought up, and even a large bundle of firewood was pulled into the cave.

In the center of the cave, a large fire was soon lit, and the cave was much brighter.

When a thick cloth bag was brought up, Yu Shan couldn't help it, and pulled Liu Xiaohou who was resting on the ground.

"Monkey, where is the water, why don't you see the water coming up?" A few mouthfuls of water in Liu Xiaohou's water bag had already been taken to the wounded soldiers, and he Yu Shan had not drunk water for a whole day, and his throat and eyes were burning hot.

"Hehe, Officer Yu, there will be water soon," Liu Xiaohou got up and took the cloth bag in Yu Shan's hand, "This is a good thing, and now there is one of them in the tunli."

When he came to the center of the cave, he found an open space, and quickly took off the cloth bag, took out a short and thick cylinder, took out a water purification collector from it, and unfolded a huge umbrella cloth on the stone pile.

In front of everyone's eyes, on the cool and slippery fabric, along the thin rib shelves, the small droplets condensed soon became the size of soybeans.

"Hey," under the constant sound of surprise, when the mellow drops of water converged into a small stream of water, gathering more and more silently into a large stoneware bowl, the crowd that had already gathered around suddenly erupted into bursts of cheers, and the sounds of surprise were endless.

"It's water, there's water," at this time, both sergeants and miscellaneous servants were amazed at this huge umbrella-like object.

Soon, the water overflowed the large bowl, and another empty bowl was replaced.

"This thing, the name of the hundred households is awkward, Qin Dazui calls it a water umbrella, you see, isn't it just an upside-down umbrella," holding a bowl full of water, Liu Xiaohou said proudly.

However, the eyes of the big guy have long been fixed on the bowl, and no one cares about his pride; However, the water umbrella that Qin Dazui casually named was firmly remembered by the sergeants and miscellaneous servants in the cave.

A bowl of underwater belly, Yu Shan burped happily in the searching eyes of everyone around him, and grinned with a big mouth, "Okay, it's so sweet, it's so fucking cool,"

At this point, the cave is no longer a dead end.

Yao Baoliang, who was pale, was also pulled up to the cave, and after some contact between the mountain and the mountain, Wang Meng and Lei Xiaoqing discussed for a while and decided not to go up the mountain again. However, Huang Hanxiang still came down and met with them.

"Mr. Huang, before leaving, Baihu asked me to bring you a message, he said that Mr. Yang told him on the wedding day of Baihu," Wang Meng and Huang Hanxiang said solemnly after greeting for a while.

"Oh, let's hear it," Huang Hanxiang asked after calming down without the anxiety he had been an hour ago; Lei Xiaoqing, who was next to him, also pricked up his ears and stopped talking.

"The young eagle can only soar for nine days after the baptism of wind and rain, life is originally a grand battle, the grassland is full of thorns, if these thorns are pulled out, there is no scar on the hand, but it will become a flower in the greenhouse," scratching his head and thinking for a long time, Wang Meng said this sentence completely.

Yang Tianshou's words, he and Lei Xiaoqing didn't understand much, but Huang Hanxiang thought for a moment, and the brightness in his eyes became more and more vigorous. Most of the sorrow that the brothers who died in battle dissipated most of it.

This sentence, he will relay to Yu Shan and Du Ding.

With the passage from the cave to the back mountain, the remains of the sergeant who remained in the corner of the cave were also safely hoisted, the road was far away, and finally the three decided to be buried in the low wood; Their spiritual positions will be sent to the side hall of the Shiguantun Land Temple for worship.

Now that there are enough supplies in the cave and a source of water, it is not a problem to resist the attack of the Tartars, and after settling the tomb and inserting a simple wooden sign, Huang Hanxiang returned to the cave.

Wang Meng and Lei Xiaoqing, with the sergeants to prepare the mules and horses, are also about to return to the grassland.

Before leaving, Wang Meng picked up a bowl of stones that had fallen from the mountain and turned it upside down, black and shiny, and found that it was sinking badly, so he put it in a bag next to the saddle; Hyakhe likes to collect all kinds of strange stones, and everyone knows it.

Seeing this, Lei Xiaoqing simply asked the sergeant to search around, picked up a few bags of dark stones, and tied them to the back of the pack horse.

The food brought by the pack horse was also sent to the cave, the rope was pumped up, Wang Meng and Lei Xiaoqing led the team back, they must have made a detour in the past two days, and now they are not in a hurry to go back, carefully open a convenient path, go to the grassland and wait for the opportunity to harass the Tartars.

Besides, on the top of Bailong Lake, the commander who had been waiting for five or six days collapsed the wolf tile, and several times sent warriors with iron shields to be hit into the mountain streams on both sides by fierce volleys of fire on the ridge path again and again.

The huge impact force of the fire gun projectile, one can't shoot five volleys, no matter how strong the Tartar soldiers are, they will also show their bodies from behind the iron shield, and the two shotguns have found an opportunity, and the tragic situation of the injured warrior falling down makes the wolf tile helpless under the rage.

The commander with smoke on his head hated and sent his musketeer, but before he could think of it, the sharp-eyed shotgunman on the opposite side greeted him with a shotgun before he could climb the narrow road of the ridge and go far low.

The three-eyed firebolt with a range of 180 paces confronted the shotgun with a range of 500 paces, and the formation had not yet been set, and the Tartar firecrackers had already been wounded several times.

Coupled with a ridge about 300 paces long, the Tartar Torch Men who advance behind the iron shield can provoke accurate projectiles as long as they show their hands and feet slightly.

The two shotguns that were shot by the concentrated fire, and the firecrackers, who were unable to move an inch, hastily fired three shots, but seeing that the effect was very poor, they retreated in embarrassment.

"Didn't you say there was no water in the cave, and they didn't need to drink water? How can they still have so many firearms and projectiles, "Angry and devastated, after ordering his subordinates to cut down the few herdsmen who provided information, there is still no way to attack the cave."

At this moment, a warning came from the Tartar scouts cruising down the mountain, and there were two small groups of Han horsemen, constantly harassing the vigilant cavalry on the periphery, and more than a dozen scouts had been shot by the firecrackers.

Looking at the cave from afar, several carriages were burned out, and on the bare lakeside, the wolf tiles could not even find wood for making trebuchets, so they could only lead the men and horses down the mountain in hatred.

Before leaving, all the tents, bedding and other daily necessities left by the Han people on the mountain, which could be burned and smashed, were destroyed by the anger of the Tartars, and even the saltpeter dug out of the deep pit was not spared, and all of them were poured into Bailong Lake.

But the Han people on Bailonghu Mountain, the wolf tile is deeply remembered, and the commander who will repay the enemy has never suffered such a big loss.

He will not let go of the mountain road that Bailong Lake has come down the mountain, blocking the passage down the mountain, and he will starve to death on the mountain if he is hungry.

The silence of these stubborn Han people, who swore to the death, made the collapsed wolf tile, who had always looked down on the Ming Dynasty, have a little shadow in his heart.

A water purification collector, that is, a water umbrella, supplied nearly 300 people with drinking water, although it was overwhelmed, it no longer broke the morale of the army because of the problem of water; The sergeant guarding the cave saw that the Tartars were beginning to retreat, and the fireworks were raging on the side of Bailong Lake, so they hurriedly reported to Huang Hanxiang.

Although this is only the head of the flag officer, in the eyes of the sergeants, he is originally more prestigious than Yu Shan and Du Ding, and now he is the supreme commander in everyone's hearts; Without his and the leader's insistence, everyone would have died of thirst in the cave by now.

A distance of more than a dozen steps can often determine the fate of a group of people.