There are a lot of eyeliners near Fuguilou, and although Xiao Ye and his party entered through the back door, the various forces still got the news quickly.

There were a lot of people who didn't care, including Fang Shanshui, who just wrinkled his brows and thought about it, and didn't say anything else, after all, there were many low-level officers in the town who came to the next Yuan Festival, and as long as there were reporting documents, no one could say that it was bad.

Only Jiang Jie, when he heard the report from the guard, he had gray hair overnight, and suddenly became excited, and kept turning in circles in the study with his hands behind his back, "Okay, very good, you dare to come here, hehe, it's very good,"

It was too dazzling to do it in the town, but on the way back to Xiao Ye, the road was tortuous, and it was easy to find an ambush location.

After turning around in the study with his hands behind his back for a while, thinking about his thoughts, Jiang Jie clapped his hands and called the housekeeper, "Go, invite the bamboo hundred households, the old man invites him to have a light meal, even if it is a festival,"

On the fifteenth day, the streets of Gansu town were very lively, the City God Temple was almost crowded, the two troupes set up a stage, the horns, suona, gongs and drums sounded into a piece, and the hawkers in the crowd shouted loudly, carrying all kinds of gadgets to sell around.

Xiao Ye wore a green robe, took his wife and concubine, and walked around the street, not far behind him, five guards in short clothes followed him with a puff in their waists.

The other sergeants have their own division of labor, and they still have things to do before tonight, so don't think about changing the street.

Mei'er and Lena were both on the street for the first time accompanied by their husbands, and a pair of wonderful eyes scanned the shops and stalls one after another, and when they saw Xiao Ye's smiling face, they plucked up the courage and began to buy their favorite bits and pieces little by little.

Naturally, Xiao Ye didn't see these small amounts of money, but the blush on the faces of the two girls and the low laughter also made him feel that it was worth coming here.

Silk silk, jewelry, red lips, and food and pastries that Yonghetun can't see are all packed and hung on the guards, and even Xiao Ye is carrying two small burdens in his hands.

Just in the evening they were leisurely strolling around the temple fair, and in the col on the west side of the fire pier at the crossing, a group of people and horses turned out, trampling on the horses' hooves, and setting off bursts of dust; The horse team that slowly appeared in the eyes of Sergeant Huodun ignored the Huodun on the high ground at all, and went straight to the west along the path, and only after waiting for the main road could the horse speed be lifted.

Shang An, the newly appointed flag officer, is leading people to tidy up the warehouse in the pier, cleaning up the waste crossbow machines and rusty arrows that are not used and occupy the space, and the saltpeter and sulfur in them are bagged, and most of them are sent to Tunli in time, and they will be sent back to Shiguantun by 100 households.

"Brother Shang, quick, there is a horse team, there is a horse team," the sergeant standing on the platform on guard shouted a few times at the bottom, and a figure had already rushed up, turning over and running onto the platform.

Shang An, whose head and face were covered with dust, ran behind the women's wall in a few steps, took out the binoculars from his arms, stretched the barrel with a snap, and looked at the foot of the northwest mountain at the signal of the sergeant.

"Si," at a glance, Shang An suddenly gasped, this team of men and horses are fully equipped, swords and arrows are numerous, obviously not good, although it is a passing, but the evil aura that permeates the rider's body, he can smell it clearly from a distance.

Looking at the direction of the horse team again, Shang An secretly screamed that it was not good, the road to the west was going to pass through Yonghetun, right? Thinking of this, a layer of fine sweat broke out on Shang Qiguan's head.

"Quick, light the wolf smoke," roared loudly, Shang An took out the revolver on his waist, pulled down the hammer, and rushed into the sky without hesitation, "Peng, Peng, Peng," It was three shots, which startled the sergeant next to him.

"Brother Shang, they may be horse thieves, but they are not Mongolian Tatars, this wolf smoke?" The sergeant said hesitantly, holding a large piece of cow dung in his hand; According to the rules, this wolf smoke cannot be lit casually without encountering a tartar.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and give Lao Tzu something, don't you want to be whipped?" Shang An immediately turned his face, reversed his calm attitude, kicked over viciously, kicked the sergeant to the fire pool, and adjusted the muzzle, "Hurry up,"

I had never seen such a vicious posture of Shang Qiguan, but the sergeant could see his impatience from Shang An's eyes, and if he didn't listen, he might really shoot.

"Okay, okay, Brother Shang, don't worry, I'll order it right away," the sergeant shouted as he stared at the muzzle of the gun in front of him.

"The number of horse thieves is two hundred," and Shang An was still looking back at the horse team in the distance, which was only a dozen miles away from Yonghetun, and he couldn't notify him in time even if he ran again.

When a few pieces of charcoal and sulfur are thrown into the fire pool mixed with wolf dung and cow dung, they are lit, and a few handfuls of damp artemisia grass are added, and a choking black smoke slowly rises; The wolf smoke is an earthy gray straight smoke, straight and slender, and this black smoke is a thick and long smoke.

Two of the five fire pools were ignited, indicating the arrival of more than two hundred enemies, Shang An looked very carefully, the number of this horse team should be more than two hundred.

In the rumbling marching horse team, there were suddenly a few startled screams, and Lu Yidao, who was sitting safely on horseback, followed everyone's eyes, looked back, his eyes were sharp, and his face was immediately black and terrifying, "Dog/mother, the sergeants in this fire pier are tired of life, and they dare to call the police,"

"Chief, the little one will take a group of men to tear down the fire mound and cut off the heads of those men," said the intimate little leader, who was about to turn his horse's head with eagerness; This kind of thing doesn't take an hour, and it can't be delayed to go to Yonghetun.

"No need, Yonghetun Huodun is estimated to have received the news, let's speed up and fight quickly," Lu Yidao smiled yin, lifted the reins of the horse, and the war horse under his crotch accelerated and jogged, "When we come back, let's dismantle this eye-catching fire pier again,"

The wolf smoke suddenly ignited by the fire pier at the junction, so that the Yonghetun fire pier immediately echoed, two black smoke gushed up, Yonghetun ten miles to the south, immediately messed up, Tun Li Tun outsiders shouted cows, adults ran children crying, like a messy market.

Before the shadow of the Tartar Fortress had gone, the smoke of the fire was lit again, and the panicked people in the Tun ran into their homes and closed the thin door panels, hoping to hide from the unknown threat outside.

The craftsmen and military households in other townships left their tools and wheelbarrows and dispersed, and those who could hide in the mountains ran fast, and those who couldn't run fast found a ditch to get into. There were only a few military households pulling their ox carts, sweating profusely looking for a place to hide.

Ning Zhongyang, the flag officer stationed in the 100 households, saw the wolf smoke in the distance, and knew that the big thing was not good, so he hurriedly summoned the sergeants who were practicing in the martial arts arena and quickly distributed the projectiles.

Before the whole team could set off, the sergeant guarding the door saw Ma Gui running over in a hurry.

He came with him, as well as his wife and children, and he couldn't call anyone else, so he could only run to the hundred households in a panic to take refuge.

"Ning Qiguan, in the east, there is a large puff of smoke and dust in the east, it must be a horse team," Ma Gui, who was panting, ran into the hundred households, and met Ning Zhongyang, who came out with a gun, and shouted repeatedly, "There must be a lot of people,"

Although he didn't know whether he was friend or foe, the alarm from the fire pier was true, Ning Zhongyang looked at the sergeant behind him, pondered for a moment, and shouted to the two sergeants at the door, "Retreat to the backyard and close the gate, use the stone pier on top, and all the upper rooms are ready to block the enemy,"

The house in the front yard is basically destroyed, and it has not had time to repair it yet; Those barracks tents were put away during the day according to the rules of 100 households, but there was no need to worry about it.

All he could command now was two flag corps and twenty sergeants.

Needless to say, the newly recruited sergeants in this team have not yet learned the fire/gun in their hands, and the flag officer Zhang Wu is the original tunli, and now his face is white.

Ning Zhongyang knew that if he went out to meet the enemy, he was afraid that he would be defeated and scattered in one face, so it was better to defend on the spot, so he could buy some time and wait for reinforcements.

Asked the sergeant to carry a box of earth-shaking thunder, Ning Zhongyang hesitated, tore off the felt hat on his head and threw it away, took the iron helmet in his hand, stepped on the wooden ladder and went to the roof, and the sergeant behind followed.

Ma Gui led his family, greeted the rough envoys and mothers-in-law of the hundred households, and hid in the house.

The houses of the hundred households are not many brick roofs in Tunli, and the position is also the highest, and you can see far away from the roof; The other is the Wang family's grocery store, and I don't know if Wang Yangwu has hidden it.

As soon as he commanded the sergeant to lie down behind the ridge of the blue brick house, he saw the rumbling sound of horses' hooves on the east avenue, and the raised scimitars and long knives were shining in the cold light in the sun.

"Horse thief, it's a horse thief," I don't know when, Ma Gui also stepped on a long ladder and climbed up, lying behind Ning Zhongyang's feet, stretching his head to see the movement outside, and immediately screamed.

"Shut up, if you don't want to die, go down," Ning Zhongyang turned his head and snorted, turned the bolt with a bang, pressed the two clips of bullets into the magazine, and carefully put the empty magazines into his arms; What he was holding in his hand was a Mauser rifle, which Baihu handed to him when he went to Gansu Town.

Regardless of whether he was a horse thief or not, Ning Zhongyang could see the cruelty of killing from the momentum of the other party's persecution, "They are all good at killing," he has been a slave on the grassland for two years, and he is used to seeing the nightmare of the Tartar when he slashes and kills, which is exactly the same as these people in front of him.

"All of them, take off the cap of the gun, reload," as the horse thief approached in front of him, Ning Zhongyang shouted loudly and raised the rifle in his hand; "Without the official's order, the one who dared to shoot was fined half a year, remember, it was half a year,"

Unconsciously, the flag officials imitated the tone of the hundred households, and claimed to be their own officials to their subordinates, even Ning Zhongyang was no exception, but when he said this, it was quite a serious moment.

Plus two flag officers, twenty-two sergeants, hula raised their guns and loaded, and on the green bricks of the ridge, a pole of fire/gun stretched out.

As he spoke, the horse team had already approached the tun wall, and the extremely bold Lu Yidao didn't look at a tunzi at all, and the rapid raid was his forte, as long as he rushed into the tunzi, the situation was basically settled.

And the horse thieves under his command also skillfully first scattered a team of fifty horses, and quickly rushed towards the wall of Yonghetun; "Boom," the horse thieves behind him gradually increased their speed.

A panicked military household, pulling an ox cart in front of the horse team, stood in the middle of the road with a pale face, watching the horse team roaring past.

In a flash of cold light, a head splashed and fell, and even the scalper pulling the cart was pulled open by the horizontal knife, and fell to the ground, blood from his internal organs was splashed on the ground, and he wailed.

Bloody Yonghetun, without Lu Yidao's order, the horse thief did not even dare to let go of livestock; After the horses' hooves, not a single grass grows.

"Bah, bah," on the roof behind the wall, there was a crisp sound of gunfire, and under Lu Yidao's stunned gaze, the horse thief who ran in front shook a few times and fell on his back; The horse thief who dropped his scimitar, one foot of his leather boot still hanging from the stirrups, was dragged forward by the warhorse.

The horse thief, who was accustomed to dead and wounded, his eyes instantly turned red, and his companion who was rolling on the ground with the horse screamed and tightened his legs one after another, so that the speed of the war horse increased again.

At a distance of more than 400 paces, they really had no other way than to increase the speed of their horses. What they believe in is one force to descend ten meetings.

"Bah, bah, bah," there were a few more gunshots, and the two wounded horse thieves lay on their horses, and a finger-thick bloody hole broke out of the shoulder blades of their backs, and they lowered their bodies and continued to run wildly; Shooting at the figure bumping on the horse, Ning Zhongyang Rao is a top-notch shooter, and it is impossible to shoot one at a time.

"Wow," Ning Zhongyang, who pulled the bolt and rotated and pushed the fire door again, sighed slightly in his heart, no wonder Baihu wanted to let himself out as a flag officer, with such a level of shooting, it was not ordinarily difficult to continue to be a personal guard, and it was even more difficult for a flag officer.

Raising the gun, swinging the muzzle slightly, "Huh," Ning Zhongyang pulled the trigger fiercely, and counted silently in his heart, "Six shots, and four bullets," the magazine in his arms was only forty rounds, and Zuo Shi, who was still friendly with him, secretly stuffed twenty more rounds before leaving, otherwise he would dare to shoot so rashly.

Glancing at the smoke and dust from the bullets on the ground, Lu Yidao slowed down his horse vigilantly, and muttered, "This is fire/gun, not bad, really good,"

Those dead and wounded horse thieves, in his eyes, can not be regarded as a real pain, these swordsmen, fugitives, homeless, and even Mongolian Tatars, he can have as many as he wants, as long as he has money and weapons in his hands.

As long as there are more than a dozen henchmen around him, even if the horse thieves in front of him are dead, they will be able to gather a lot of them after a winter.

You know, the seven or eight larger horse thieves on the grassland are waiting for his handout, not to mention the more small horse thieves.

If he hadn't been ordered to collect money in a low-key manner, he would have even been able to pull up a team of 5,000 horses.

Ning Zhongyang took the lead in shooting, and the excited horse thieves also took out their horned bows, pulled the strings and arrows, and bent down to hide on the horse's back and rushed forward vigorously; With just a few more breaths, they could give the arrogant sergeant a hard time.

Qin Guan killed the three horse thieves with a shot, so that the sergeants around him were all excited, if it weren't for the military order, they would have shot one after another; Oh, it's still a little farther away.

There were only ten guards guarding the roof on both sides, and there was no expression on their faces, but the big hands that clenched the fire/guns were also tense.

Unlike the sergeants in the tunli, the guards all wore iron helmets on their heads, and their heads were hidden behind the ridge of the house, staring ahead with only their eyes exposed.

Zhang Wuping held the fire/gun, and like the ten sergeants, he knelt on the roof of the house, his palms were sweaty, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the horse thieves, waiting for the command of the Ning Qi officer.

The guards in the personal guard are in the hundred households, and they are at the level of the official, which is also the practice in the border army, and it is natural for Zhang Wu to obey Ning Zhongyang's command.

The walls in the backyard of the hundred houses have collapsed in several places, but they are only blocked with adobe bricks, and if the horse thieves dare to rush over, they can be shot with a beautiful fire/gun.

Lu Yidao, who stayed in place, squinted at the sergeants in the row on the roof, snorted coldly in his heart, stuffed his fingers into his mouth, and let out a sharp whistle.

With the sound of the whistle, the horse thieves who charged forward scattered into three arrows, outflanked from afar, and the direction of the middle one remained unchanged, and the horse thieves on both sides went north and south along the cantonment wall; It was clear that they were going to rush into the tun from somewhere else.

At this moment, Ning Zhongyang, who had a calm face, suddenly stood up, and the formation in front of him knew at a glance that there were masters among the horse thieves, and Yonghetun couldn't keep it.

The twenty of them were unable to stop even the horse thieves in front of them, let alone the two separate horse thieves.

"Click," pressed the magazine again, Ning Zhongyang stood up, "Yes, shoot with me," raised the gun, and pulled the trigger fiercely at the horse thief two hundred paces away.

"Ah, Peng, Peng Peng," the gunfire was loud, except for one dead and three wounded, the rest of the horse thieves were unharmed, this small casualty, made the horse thieves laugh wildly and rushed up, and between breaths, their bows and arrows could be activated.

The horse thieves did not see it, and their companions, who were outflanking Tunzi from both sides, fell off their horses with the sound of gunfire, and there were exactly five on one side.

The sergeants couldn't see the effect of the platoon, and the large smoke in front of them had not yet dissipated, but Ning Zhongyang, who was standing at a high place, could see it clearly.

These sergeants, who hadn't fired a few shots, trembled at their guns, and missed a thousand miles, it was good to be able to shoot like this, and he didn't blame anyone.

"Straight ahead, keep shooting," Ning Zhongyang, who shouted in a deep voice, kept pulling the bolt and shooting, encouraging the sergeants around him to knock over the horse thieves who rushed up one by one; "Peng, Peng," the sergeants learned from the flag officer's movements, and all stood up and began to shoot continuously.

However, at this time, the horse thieves had already rushed up, swishing, arrows raining down, and Ning Zhongyang, who was the first to bear it, was hit by several arrows with great strength, and he took two steps back and knelt down, and almost fell off the house.

Ning Zhongyang, who was wearing a protective suit in his battle jacket, coughed painfully in his chest, knelt down on the roof tiles, and his iron helmet was swept by sharp arrows.

In his ears, there was a sound of arrows popping into his body, and he raised his eyes and swept it, and the sergeant who fell beside him couldn't help but scream loudly, "Hurry, get down, hurry,"

At this moment, the cold wind in front of him hit, Ning Nongyang instinctively lowered his head, snapped, and a sharp wolf's tooth arrow pierced his iron helmet, the long arrow pierced his forehead, and hot blood flowed down.

Ning Zhongyang couldn't take care of these anymore, and he was completely enraged by the scene around him.

In the pungent smoke of gunpowder, ten young and strong young men, and just now there were laughing stick boys, under the rain of arrows, four of them were shot into hedgehogs, and fell to the ridge without saying a word, and the fire/gun in their hands did not let go until death.

The other six sergeants with arrows on their shoulders and arms were lying beside their comrades, and while the feathers of the arrows were shaking, they were still constantly loading and shooting, "Peng, Peng, Peng," and they tried to shoot a projectile at the horse thief on the opposite side.

Zhang Wu, who was hit by two sharp arrows head-on, waited for his eyes to lie on the blue and black roof tiles, and he was already out of breath.

"Fuck you, dog and horse thief," Ning Zhongyang, whose eyes were cracked, dropped his rifle, pushed away the corpse that was still warm around him with one hand, pulled the iron box down in front of him, and picked the lock, revealing the neat earth-shattering thunder inside.

"Bump, bump, bump," pulling out the short fire/gun in his waist, Ning Zhongyang quickly hit the two horse thieves who rushed into the gap, laughed fiercely, and grabbed the earth-shaking thunder. The arquebus clicked and burned.

A sparkling earth-shattering thunder, in Ning Zhongyang's loud shouting and scolding, threw it with all his might, forty steps away from the tun wall, "boom," the horse thief who had just pushed the adobe bricks and grabbed the gap in the tun wall was buried by the ash smoke raised by the explosion, the wounded horses neighed, and the screams of the wounded were chaotic.

With Ning Zhongyang's actions, the guards also took out the earth-shattering thunder, but they were mainly blocking the horse thieves surrounded on both sides, and they didn't care about the horse thieves on the front at all.

After all, the horse thief is a feint on the front, and the real killer moves are on both sides.

"Boom, boom," as the earth-shattering thunder continued to fall, this seemingly easy to break through gap became a death trap.

The smoke and dust that were constantly kicking up, Lu Yidao in the distance couldn't see the situation clearly, but he could feel that the situation was wrong from the hoarse screams of the horse thieves, "Could it be that they are so powerful?" The small two flag teams, hundreds of people can't get close to the front? ”

Faintly, Lu Yidao found that he seemed to be in trouble, such a Ming army sergeant who dared to fight the weak against the strong, he had encountered it seven or eight years ago, it was a banner team of the Tieshan Pass Border Army that had been killed by twenty-seven or eight horse thieves, how could it be encountered here.

Later, Tieshanguan sent a large team of horses to chase him and reluctantly fled into the desert before stopping, and at that time Lu Yidao was exhausted, and almost died of thirst in the desert with his only three remaining henchmen.

Therefore, in the days after that incident, he was cautious and cautious, and only dealt with it decisively after everything was considered, and he never dragged the mud and water, and he was able to live until now.

"Old wolf, go, kill that sergeant, Yonghetun doesn't have to exist today, it's a fire," Lu Yidao, who had a gloomy old face, rubbed the broad-bladed long knife on his waist, and issued an extermination order.

"Truly, don't worry, the old wolf will go," Lu Yidao's most trusted horse thief, nicknamed the old wolf, had a thin long face, the only eyeball was shining, took off the big bow on his back, and urged him to step forward.

The henchmen in the back heard the leader's command, hurriedly took the horn from the saddle, and blew the trombone, and in the sound of the trumpet, the horse thieves became more and more crazy.

However, what was even crazier than them was Ning Zhongyang, who had gone crazy, a box of sixty earth-shattering thunderbolts was constantly smashed out by him, and hundreds of horse thieves were blown out of the tun wall and scattered.

Moreover, Ning Zhongyang, who was red-eyed, didn't care about the oncoming sharp arrows at all, smashed them on his body, and with dense arrows all over his body, he still threw the earth-shattering thunder farther and farther away.

If he didn't have a close-fitting protective suit, he would have died like Zhang Wu a long time ago, and he couldn't die anymore.

Ning Zhongyang, who had an iron helmet on his head and a sharp arrow, was like a hard stake, fighting against the horse thief in the rain of arrows.

"Boom, boom, boom," in the explosion of the clouds, thick smoke flew, Ning Zhongyang looked at the iron box under his feet, turned his head at Ma Gui who was trembling under the house, and shouted, "Old Ma, there are still a few iron boxes in the warehouse, you go and pick them up,"

"Smack, smack," two more sharp arrows were shot, hitting the chest, Ning Zhongyang's body trembled, and he looked up to the sky with a blood-soaked face and smiled, "Dog and horse thief, when we come back from a hundred households, don't pout your family's nest, I'm Ning Zhongyang and your surname,"

"Peng, Peng, Peng," beside him, the intermittent fire/gunfire seemed to be in response to the curse of the flag officer, and the accuracy of the head was gradually rising; One by one, the horse thieves and their war horses were beaten by the projectiles and screamed, and under the deterrence of the earth-shattering thunder, they did not dare to move forward anymore.

The pro-guards on both sides of the defense also fought impressively, at least not much was wasted. A guard lying on the outermost side looked sideways at the empty iron box beside him, twisted and jumped off the roof.

The resistance of Ning Zhongyang and the sergeants made Ma Gui in the corner of the room clench his shaking fists, and when he saw a sergeant jumping down from the Wang warehouse and running, he also staggered over.

Looking at the corner of the wall, there were fragments of flesh and blood all over the ground, and he also knew that this time he had a mortal enmity with the horse thief, and if the horse thief broke into the hundred households, it would be difficult for his family to live.

It's better to put it together.

The earth-shattering thunder was quickly thrown away, and Ning Zhongyang saw that the horse thief showed signs of loosening, so he lowered his head and was about to hide behind the beam, when he touched an armor-piercing arrow with great strength, which stabbed into his chest.

"Ah," Ning Zhongyang, who screamed miserably, and had severe pain in his chest, turned over and fell, if he hadn't grabbed the leg of the sergeant next to him, he would have fallen headlong.

Panting, pulling out the sharp arrow in his chest and throwing it away, Ning Zhongyang grabbed the sergeant's body and climbed up again, patted the dead sergeant, and muttered in his mouth.

The forty rounds of ammunition for the rifle had been exhausted, and Ning Zhongyang, who was almost out of breath, lay on his back on the roof tiles resting on the flesh, and pulled out the arrows tied to the cloth armor with one stroke.

Possessed, he broke the palm of the dead sergeant's hand, took the blood-stained fire/gun, reloaded, crossed the fire/gun on the brick ridge, and with a slight aim, Peng Di shot down a horse thief.

Whoosh, another cold wind passed by his ears, and long arrows shot into the air, falling far into the courtyard.

Ning Zhongyang squinted and looked ahead, these two arrows were definitely shot by a master, if it weren't for the protective clothing in his body, he would definitely have been shot through and died on the spot.

However, the figure that ran away in the distance, with the rear-loading gun in his hand, he could not defeat it, and could only stare at it with hatred.

"Brothers, hit hard, kill one is enough, kill two to earn one," knowing that he was being targeted by the opponent's archers, Ning Zhongyang sneered twice, and loaded the magazine with a projectile.

Next to the blue brick beam, looking up slightly, he saw a few sharp arrows swishing and crackling on the green bricks, Ning Zhongyang glanced at a few sergeants around him, and saw that these few survivors were hiding behind the beams like him, and from time to time they secretly released their guns, so he was slightly relieved.

Like those guards, these sergeants who have been trained in blood have become veterans after this battle, and next time, they will not be so panicked.

Teng Teng, in the yard, holding the heavy iron box, Ma Gui ran over with a red face, he had never experienced such a fierce activity, so that he almost tripped and fell to the ground several times.

The guards who ran ahead of him, carrying an iron box in one hand, rushed up the wooden ladder in a few steps, and quickly handed the box to the roof, and the people climbed up.

In the short distance of one hundred and ten steps back and forth, Ma Gui was already so tired that his legs and feet were weak, and he took a breath and put the box up the ladder, "Officer Ning Qi, the box is here,"

"Okay, old horse, give you a credit," Ning Zhongyang climbed down backwards, grabbed the box and dragged it up, with this box of earth-shattering thunder, the horse thief wanted to break through the courtyard wall and come in, so he had to see if he was willing.

Ning Zhongyang, who turned around, inadvertently, found that in the tunzi, there were already flames rising, and the fire was mixed with arrogant laughter and the cries of women and children; For a moment, he felt dizzy and fell headlong on the bricks.

"Flag officer, flag officer," the panicked sergeants, who didn't care about shooting, were about to lift the flag officer, when Ma Gui's head stretched out, and he was holding a sharp knife in his thin hand.

"Your flag officer is dead, and you, if you don't fight back, the horse thief won't survive if he comes in," Ma Gui, who had a cold face, changed his fear just now, handed the sharp knife to the sergeant, and opened the box with his backhand.

"Fight, only if we fight, the horse thieves will be afraid, we will have a chance to take revenge, there are no survivors, where can the hundred households go to find the horse thieves," in the shouting and scolding of the horse priest, the sergeants picked up the fire/gun with tears in their eyes, and took the earth-shaking thunder handed by the priest.

And after a slight pause in the shooting, the horse thieves outside the cantonment wall rushed over again, trying to quickly pass through the gap in the cantonment wall.

Fortunately, everyone has seen the guards practice the earth-shaking thunder, and there are the guards on the side to point out, Ma Gui unscrewed the back cover, took out the fire rope, handed over the earth-shaking thunder, and constantly took out the earth-shaking thunder after lying on the roof.

"Boom, boom," the earth-shattering thunder that began to explode again, blocking the horse thieves who rushed up, but could not stop the fire that ignited in the tunli; The horse thieves who burst into the tunzi from both sides have already begun a frenzied slaughter.

"Peng, Peng," when the sound of fire/guns was heard in the wilderness behind the horse thieves, the horse thieves had already broken into the tunzi, and hundreds of war horses were surrounding the hundred households, and the horned bows threw sharp arrows into it.

However, the projectiles that came from a distance made the outside pop and splash puffs of smoke and dust, so that the horse thieves did not dare to easily dismount and break into the front yard for a while, but kept shooting arrows.

The reinforcements from Jiaokou Huodun and Yonghetun Huodun made the triumphant Lu Yidao realize that today's raid on Yonghetun seemed to have failed; If he hadn't been thinking about getting those fires/guns, he would have had this damn hundred households burned down a long time ago.

"Ah," with a dull gunshot, Lu Yidao's henchmen dismounted, and he knew that he couldn't hesitate any longer.

"Forget it, withdraw it, there will be a chance next time," the fire/gun kept ringing in his ears, and from time to time a horse thief fell off the horse, and the calm Lu Yidao couldn't sit still, and shook his head helplessly.

It is with decisive courage, or the ruthlessness of the guard, that Lu Yidao was able to survive in his seven or eight years of career as a horse thief, and he has survived to the point where he is today.

Soon, the horn sounded slowly, and with a small number of captures, the horse thief brigade quickly retreated back to the mountains along the eastbound avenue.

The corpses and wounded on the ground inside and outside the tunzi were not taken at all; Of course, if they still want to try it at Jiaokou Fire Pier, the eight sergeants who stayed there will let them drink another pot of repeating crossbows with their repeating crossbows.

The sporadic gunshots on both sides of the horse thief brigade did not follow the horse thief, and Lu Yidao also knew that this was just a few sergeants who were harassing, so he ignored it.

What he was jealous of was the reinforcements that followed, and even more so of the dozen or so shots of gunfire on the opposite side.

Shang An took two sergeants, and Shang Tie led five sergeants, with the harassment of four fires/guns, finally gave Ning Zhongyang a chance to defend the hundred households.

However, after the horse thief retreated, when Shang An and Shang Tie saw the large pile of firewood and grass stacked outside the hundred households, mixed with sulfur, he was still afraid.

Although the horse thief retreated, Yonghetun, who had been abused by the Tartars twice, was almost lifeless.

There are not many military households, the craftsmen have long been snatched away by the Tartars, and now there are not even a few military households left, Ma Gui, who ran around in the tunli, brought back less than twenty people from the hundred households, Wang Yangwu and the two guys were safe and sound.

Hiding in the cellar in the backyard of the shop, Wang Yangwu escaped, but the shop was burned clean by a fire, and he couldn't stop scolding when he was angry.

Shang An, who took over the command of Ning Zhongyang, began to arrange for sergeants to treat the wounded, and the wounded of the horse thieves were left alone. The fire in the houses outside the hundred households, they really couldn't afford to put out the fire.

Shang Tie left his sergeant behind, rode his own horse, embellished the footsteps of horse thieves, and followed the mountains; He was originally a scout in the personal guard, and he just had a place to use.

Ning Zhongyang's injury is not serious, but he has lost too much blood and fell into a coma, and he should be able to recover after bandaging the wound and resting for a few days; However, only five of the ten sergeants in Zhang Wuqi's team survived, and all of them were still wounded, so they were disabled.

According to the rules of Ximen Baihu, this time Ning Zhongyang is afraid that he will go to the quarry or Bailong Lake and mine for a year, but he still has no silver.

No matter how powerful the flag officer is, he didn't take good care of the sergeant, and even there were undue casualties, Xiao Ye would not be soft when he dealt with it, and it was possible to pull out the cane and punish him first.