The head of the Gushan clan who detoured to Qingfeng Valley to follow a large group of tartars and went south to Suzhou to threshing grass did not get the richest capture he imagined, and he was unwilling to think of the terrifying firearm in the hands of the Shiguan Tun Ming Army.

The head of the Gushan clan, who had also bought a few Ming military guns from the hands of Ming merchants, was originally very disdainful of the huge sound, cumbersome loading, and embarrassing range of the guns, and they were also quite terrifying The destructive power of the bombing, and they didn't have much good feelings.

Scimitars, horned bows, and wolf-like beating and entangled fighting methods are the three major magic weapons to defeat the Ming army in field battles, and every Mongolian Tartar is a natural good hand; But Shiguan and his party made the head of the Gushan clan change their opinion of the fire gun.

With the news of such a powerful weapon, he would not be stupid to give up this credit to the captain under the tent of Saiyin Arakjinong, the savage captain who loves to eat raw beef and shallots, and treat their small tribes like those Han slaves.

Even if he was in the golden tent of Yiji Naihaizi, what he could reward him would not exceed a hundred or ten cattle and sheep and a group of slaves, and in the eyes of the head of the Gushan clan, these were far from enough.

So, the head of the Gushan clan, who was looting on the ground in Suzhou, found the Thorn Tagu, who was close to him, a tribal elder with thousands of warriors.

boasted that Shiguantun had countless gold and silver, but if the defense was tight, Ling, who had not gained much, made the assassin attack on Shiguantun in a hurry, but the loss was too great and retreated; Fortunately, a fire bolt and projectile were found to confirm that his words were not fake.

Otherwise, Thorn Tagu would have already turned against him.

On the way to the Altai Mountains pasture, the grizzled Gushan clan head and the Thorn Tagu encountered several scattered Tartar women and children.

Enraged, the two Tartar tribal leaders went to check on the small tribe that had killed all the strong men.

The appearance of these Ming people, judging from the distance, can definitely come out of the Shiguan Canyon; Examining the swept tribe again, the huge bullet holes on the corpse made the two Tatar tribal leaders secretly cry out for luck.

So, in order to grab the sharp firebolt, weaken the Shiguan Tun army, and then grab the craftsmen in the tun, the two discussed, gathered people again, and waited for the appearance of the Shiguan Tun Ming Army in the depths of the grassland outside the Shiguan Gorge.

The Akito, who had robbed the prairie of the grassland, would definitely reappear, this was the conclusion they had drawn from experience.

For this reason, they each summoned the warriors of the tribe, two hundred people from the Gushan clan, and five hundred people from the Assassin Valley, one man and three horses to wait on the grassland; A small tribe of Tartars, coerced by the scimitars, promised to stay in the neighborhood for a month.

A month later, they all have to rush to the Hetao area for the winter, and the travel time will be nearly half a month.

As time passed, the ambitious Gushan clan leader and Thorn Tagu were a little impatient, and after many discussions, they intuitively believed that those Ming troops might come out to snatch the benefits, and it would be next year if it was too late. Then wait a few more days.

According to their accustomed ideas, they coincidentally bumped into Xiao Ye's plan.

You must know that in the early grassland, in the past few decades, in addition to the large-scale army of the Ming army, the small force could not resist the cavalry of the Tartars, and the whole army should be annihilated.

So, the very patient Tartar, who endured like a hungry wolf predatoring, finally waited for Xiao Ye to appear.

"Boom," the two scimitar-like teams of Tartar horses outflanked left and right, preemptively cut off Xiao Ye's retreat back to Shiguan, and slowly pressed towards the target.

As long as they are stared at by the Tartars on the grassland, the ordinary Ming army will not be able to run away, not to mention that the large Tartars of this person and three horses are biting up fiercely.

Thirty miles away, you can gather around with a cup of tea.

"100 households, what should I do?" The eyes of the twenty sergeants looked at Xiao Ye with a little panic, it was the first time they had encountered so many Tartars who had surrounded them, and if they didn't leave immediately, they wouldn't be able to run.

Looking around at the terrain, Xiao Ye shouted, turned around and drove the horse to run quickly, "Give up the capture, follow me, drive," leaving the cattle and sheep cart, more than 20 healthy horses ran up a high slope and stopped.

"Little Liuzi, I need to leave eight people behind, and I will take the war horses away," plus the captured war horses, they are already one person and three horses, and they can barely get rid of the pursuit of the Tartars, but they can't be taken away by the Tartars again; Xiao Ye looked at the two black lines in the distance viciously, "I, I will avenge you,"

"My subordinates understand, Baihu," Xiao Liuzi immediately said loudly, turning his face to look at his subordinate guards, "The guards left seven people, plus me, guns and bullets, water and food dismounted,"

If you don't stay at night, the loss of Shiguantun will be great, and the effect is not very large, Xiao Liuzi also understood, so he commanded seven guards who volunteered to stay, and set up four individual fortresses, and went in to work vigorously.

This time, Ximen Zuoshi also stayed, and Xiao Ye's eyebrows trembled twice, but he didn't say anything; Anyone's life is fate, and there is no reason for him to take his younger brother away.

Four rows of side-by-side earth-colored tents, in the autumn wind, were quickly erected, and the little six sons and eight people, carrying equipment and supplies, beat their chests to the hundred households, and each got into the tent and closed the small door.

Xiao Ye and the twelve sergeants silently looked at the tent on the ground, "Go, collect the projectile arrow box, leave one box of arrows and twenty projectiles for each person, and give the rest to them," the guards heard Baihu's order, began to collect each person's projectile, and sent them to Xiao Liuzi.

"Brothers, the Tartar trick, what we met today is a team of thousands of horses, running is not the way, we have to leave a good thought for them when we go," Raising the fire gun in his hand, Xiao Ye's eyes gradually turned red, staring at the Tartar who was getting closer and closer, "Little Liuzi, take care,"

With his shout, the spurs slammed hard, the horses neighed, and the small group of horses galloped towards the Altai Mountains in the distance, and did not make a detour to the southwest to return to Shiguan.

Of course, in the eyes of the Tartars, they fled in embarrassment, and even covered their heads in the direction.

"Xi yo-yo," the Tartars who were attached in the distance probed the horses, pulled the reins of the horses, and accelerated their speed to catch up, their task was to drag this Ming army, and the brigade behind them arrived immediately.

The Tartar horse team, which was far from the north, had not yet made a detour to the west, and there was a big gap, and they could only watch a part of the Ming army run out.

"Peng, Peng," four low tents that were quite conspicuous on the grass, in the small lookout, the sound of guns roared, and in the smoke-filled tents, Zuo Shi shouted in a sullen voice, "I hit one, I hit one,"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, I haven't opened it yet," in the tent, the dissatisfied little six sons squeezed Zuo Shi away and raised the fire gun in his hand, "Peng, Peng,"

"Brothers, save the projectiles, try not to empty it," in the shouts of Xiao Liuzi, he threw a messy bow and arrow, and rushed up to try to cross the tent Tartar to probe the horse, and they were knocked off their horses one after another, and most of the blood flowers burst out from their chests.

The big Tartars have been forced up.

The head of the Gushan clan was responsible for leading people to outflank him from a distance, and the stabbing Gutou man with a cross-faced face led the warriors under his account, and stopped at the foot of the high slope on his horse, and beside him, a sturdy cronie was holding a fire gun in his arms, which was the Shiguan fire gun.

I saw with my own eyes the dense sound of fire, killing the arrogant Tanma to the ground, even the war horses were also knocked down, with a shiny stabbing Gutou man in the back of his head, his eyes were full of surprise, and then he looked at the head of the Gushan clan who was running from afar, and snorted coldly.

Now, it is not the time to deal with the head of the Gushan clan, and when those craftsmen are captured, the so-called alliance will no longer exist; On the grassland, what is needed is a powerful "Jinong", not two.

The Saiyin Arak who hid in the golden tent and enjoyed the beauty, wasn't his descendant a small tribe earlier, Jinong's honor was exchanged for a blood scimitar, and now it's time to add a fire gun.

The Tartars of the Five Hundred Thorn Ancient Tribes, without the orders of the leader, just silently watched the strange little tent on the high slope in place until the arrival of the Gushan tribe.

"Respected Leader of Thorn Tagu, it's a pity that I didn't intercept those fleeing Ming troops," the head of the Gushan clan drove his horse to the front of the team, pressed his hand to his chest, and bowed slightly to Thorn Gu, "They ran too fast, but they ran in the wrong direction, and they will soon be caught up by my spies,"

"Well, I saw it, but the meat of our warriors has already been left behind," the leader of the Thorn Gu grinned, and pointed at the scattered cattle and sheep with his whip, "Take down the Ming people in those tents, eat a good meal tonight, and then chase tomorrow, it's easy to catch a few prisoners,"

Seven hundred knights, divided into three waves and three directions, did not test and did not leave reserves, raised the narrow-faced and long-bladed battle axe in his hand, and stabbed the ancient leader with a howl, and the team of Tartars roared and urged to sit down the war horse, and the cold and shining scimitar round shield was raised sideways, and the speed rushed towards the high slope.

The head of the Gushan clan smiled bitterly, followed the team with his cronies, and also joined the charge, if he didn't cooperate with the leader of the Assassin Gu to go into battle together, maybe he would be killed by an axe before he killed the Ming people.

Two hundred paces away, the Tartar war horse had begun to attack the high slope at full speed, and the little six sons in the tent also pulled the trigger, and with the sound of his firecracker, the other seven firecrackers also fired one after another.

"Peng, Peng, Peng," the guards who were besieging from three directions picked up their guns and fired quickly at the figure from afar, pulling the bolt, returning the shells to clear the warehouse, reloading, and continuing to fire after two breaths.

The clanging sound of the cramped tent, the countless sharp arrows, pierced the surface accurately, fell to the ground, and the tartar that threw the arrow was also shot through the chest and abdomen by the projectile, and rolled down to the grass.

The sound of firecrackers, shouts, screams, and the wails of wounded horses, in a short distance of fifty paces, turned out to be a ravine that the Tartars could not cross, dead corpses, horse corpses, wounded and injured horses who were constantly struggling, and the chaotic coaxing turned the peaceful grassland into a killing field.

No one could have imagined that these four inconspicuous-looking tents would ignore the sharp arrows, the Tartars who were enraged by the blood, and in the grief and anger, the spurs frantically pierced the horse's belly, and crashed into the tent with men and horses.

"Bang dang, bang dang," two successive high-speed impacts finally knocked over a tent on the edge, but before the cheers of the Tartars could be heard, they saw in a rage that there was still a base under the tent, which closely protected the Ming people inside.

At the bottom of the high slope, the leader of the Thorns, who was attached to the back of the team, held his axe with bloodshot eyes, and roared loudly, "Bump into it, load it up, and kill them for me," Seeing his warriors going to die, the leader of Thornagu was not driven crazy by the stimulation, but became more and more excited.

The more powerful the firebolt became, the more the Assassin Gu leader felt that even if he lost half of his manpower this time, he would still make money; On the grassland, powerful people can annex other tribes at any time, and the young and strong will be at their fingertips.

Only the head of the Gushan clan, who was dragging further behind, was heartbroken, and he became more and more jealous of this partner.

In less than half a meal, the Tartars had rushed over the high slope and roared past, and the death of hundreds of their companions made them hesitantly turn their horses' heads and run out of range of the firearms in panic.

Under the slashing and axe, the small tent could not be cut and smashed, the fire guns inside were still firing endlessly, and short arrows were shot from time to time, so it would be a fool to stay in place and wait for death.

Of the four tents, one was knocked over, two guards were injured, and the other tents were in bad condition.

Although the lookout is small, but the archery skills of the Tartars are not vegetarian, the three guards were shot through the head by the sharp arrows that entered the lookout, and a cut was also made in the neck of the left stone, if the sharp arrow was half a point, he would have become the fourth corpse.

Before the team set off, Li Langzhong gave each of them a package of coarse cloth rolls and medicine belts, on which a thick layer of medicinal powder was applied; This powder, which is made from the bark of the Coptis chinensis tree, has a good effect on knife and arrow wounds.

Xiao Liuzi, who had a coarse cloth wrapped around his head, kept coughing in the smoke of gunpowder, and watched the Tartar retreat, while tying the medicine belt to Zuoshi, he shouted to the surrounding guards, and asked loudly, only then did he know that the injured were not counted, and the three companions had died in battle.

"The wounded are on alert, the others pull the body out, and in pairs abandon the overturned tent," the guards shouted tears and carried out the warm corpse of their companion who had been screaming just now, under an almost cruel order.

The fire rang out again, and soon a large puff of gunpowder smoke filled the small tent, which stimulated the breath and could not open the eyes sourly; For the sake of the sergeants with a wide line of sight, they all opened the three gaps to ventilate and run smoke, which also increased the chance of being shot by sharp arrows.

The left stone was attacked from behind, and he was shot on the side of the neck, almost killing him.

In the hoarse order and voice of Xiao Liuzi, the sergeant who was waiting alone in the tent in the middle closed the lookouts on both sides, leaving the front guard to shoot; The sergeants in the tents on both sides were arranged to open only one lookout and the others closed, either in front or behind or on the side.

Lookouts can be opened if necessary, but others must be closed.

With the warning of the captain of the little six sons, in the next two battles, except for one who was killed, the others were unharmed, but the interval between the firing of the fire bolts was longer.

The battle began in the afternoon and at noon the next day, the Tartars, who had wounded nearly two hundred warriors, finally could not hear the sound of fire, and when they swarmed up, they met the counterattack of short arrows, and the screams sounded again.

"The head of the Gushan clan, this is what you said about the Ming people who are well-defended? With such a tough opponent, you still want to snatch the craftsman? Standing in front of the cowhide tent, pointing to the high slope in front of him, who was still fighting, the ancient leader who had lost patience roared at the head of the Gushan clan.

He has no hope left, and now he can only get some compensation from the weak Gushan clan.

The reason why the head man is not called the leader is because there are too few warriors in the tribe, and the head of the Gushan clan, who has also suffered a big loss, does not dare to collide with the leader of the Thorn Answer Gu, "The head of the Thorn Thorn Gu, you have lost a hundred people, I have also broken nearly ninety people, and half of them are injured, the Ming people are too cunning,"

If it weren't for that damn tent, the hooves of his warrior war horse would have trampled these few remaining Ming people into meat sauce a long time ago. The corpses of his comrades-in-arms that Zuo Shi abandoned outside had already become a few lumps of rotten meat.

"I don't care about this, launch another attack, if it doesn't work, you must keep your warriors, they are your Gushan clan's compensation for our tribe," the leader of the Thorn Tagu said arrogantly, waving his big hand, "This time, you lead your warriors, attack first,"

"Ah, this, this can't work," the head of the Gushan clan who pleaded bitterly would not move his hard-hearted "friend", so he could only reorganize his people with grief and indignation, and prepare for a damn charge.

Eat some jerky at will, turn over and get on the horse, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the ancient cavalry behind him, and the head of the Gushan clan rushed to the high slope with more than a hundred tribal knights.

However, the leader of the Thorn Ancient Clan, who was watching coldly, was shocked to see that the cavalry of the Gushan tribe, under the leadership of the cunning leader, had not yet rushed up the high slope, crossed an arc far away, and galloped towards the Altai Mountains.

"Damn, damn the cowardly Gushan clan, you actually ran away, I'll clean you up," the ancient leader of the thorn Da Gu, who jumped to his feet and cursed, wandered under the mountain bag for a long time with some fear, led the cavalry to take away all the war horses, and retreated.

It's not that he doesn't dare to send troops to kill, but the capital is limited, and if he breaks some warriors, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain when he returns to the tribe. If this unscrupulous leader can come up with a way to set the fire, maybe Xiao Liuzi and them deserve to be wiped out.

For a long time, on the high slope, the little six sons who put down the binoculars screamed, "Run, they run,"

Pushing open the small door of the tent, he came out covered in smoke, and knelt on the grass and laughed loudly; The three scarred sergeants also climbed out of the small door and lay down on the withered yellow grass, grinning and grinning.

The projectiles in the firebolt have been cleaned, and the crossbow has also used up all the arrow magazines, and they who are holding waist knives in their hands want to fight to the death with the Tartars, but they didn't expect the other party to withdraw without saying a word, which is really unexpected.

Who said that the Tartar is as cunning as a fox and as a wolf, it doesn't hurt anymore, if it hurts directly, it's not the same as running slippery.

In this battle, although the guards lost nearly half, for the little six sons, under the baptism of battle, driving horses to the grassland is no longer a terrifying dream; With them as tinder, Shiguantun's future development on the grassland is bound to be out of control.