Wood's musket team lurked in the reeds closest to the river, biting a weed, staring intently at the movement on the other side of the river.

Just an hour ago, the large army finally came to this place, and Lord Zhang finally announced the target of the attack - the northern captive!

When they heard the news, the sergeants all had shocked looks on their faces.

For many years, the soldiers of Ning Yuanwei, including himself, had long forgotten how to fight in the field, and now that Lord Zhang said that he was going to ambush the northern captives, everyone immediately became nervous.

If it had been in the past, I am afraid that most of the soldiers would have broken up immediately, but after these days of training, everyone also knows the horror of the teaching team.

Why did Master Zhang name them the Teaching Team? Maybe it's more appropriate to call it a military court-martial?

Wood frowned slightly, as if ashamed of the word 'rout' that had just come to mind.

Yes, although Lord Zhang governs the army strictly, the treatment of the soldiers is exceptionally good, and even the food of ordinary soldiers is no longer inferior to those families in the Ningyuan Acropolis.

Ning Yuanwei's family is just a meal of white rice, what is the difference between him and himself now?

Even if you die in battle today, you won't live in vain this time, so you can repay Lord Zhang's kindness with white rice!

Mu Tou glanced back at the pimple and the big cow behind him, and saw that both of them were also pale, obviously more nervous than himself.

The wood makes a downward pressing motion, which means steady, steady, and steady......

The earth began to faintly vibrate, from small to large, from sparse to dense - and finally. Countless black dots appeared in Zhang Li's vision!

Zhang Li's heart immediately hung up, could it be that the information was wrong?

This amount. It can't be a small tribe with only 300 strong men!

It was only for a moment that Zhang Zhang realized that he was too nervous. Those little black dots are clearly not people – they are cattle and sheep.

Because soon there were Mongols on horseback, appearing in the sight of tension.

The Mongol scouts moved very quickly, rushing to the Liugu River in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Li's heart was pinched again - if they had crossed the river earlier, they only needed to cross the Liugu River and explore the reeds again, and they would immediately find an ambush!

After all, although the reeds are very high, there are still gaps, and the Tuanshan Army is also wearing the standard equipment in the Ming Border Army, a red mandarin duck battle jacket.

Red!

Deadly color!

Later this military uniform. It had to be changed to gray or earthy yellow - but it can't be done right now, so be it!

If they cross the river to reconnoitre, then they just have to fight.

However, Li Li overestimated the Mongols' awareness of reconnaissance, or the Mongols did not expect that the Ming army would dare to give up the turtle shell to come out and ambush, they only cared about one point - the level of the Liugu River.

It is already a dry season, and the river is not deep, and the shallowest place in the upper and lower reaches of the Liugu River is this shallow rocky beach.

The Mongol scouts surveyed the water level, seemed satisfied, and immediately mounted their horses and galloped back.

Zhang Li's eyes were fixed on the other side. The Mongols are getting closer.

As the saying goes, there are 10,000 people, boundless, and what Zhang Zhang wants to say at this moment is that there are 10,000 cattle and sheep. That's boundless.

It was not the Mongols who drove the cattle and sheep, but more than a thousand Han slaves, and the Mongols seemed to enjoy it. It is much easier to drive away the Han people than to drive cattle and sheep.

This tribe is actually not large, and Zhang Li roughly estimated the Mongolian knights on horseback. That's probably more than 300 people.

It didn't take long for the Mongols to start crossing the river!

The art of war has clouds and half-crossing. Zhang Zhang has been waiting for this opportunity.

The first group of Mongol knights crossed the shallow river and came ashore, stopping at the river's edge and watching intently at those who crossed the river behind them.

Obviously, in their minds, the danger of the river is the greatest, although the river is not deep, but this small tribe also has old people and children.

Zhang Li's brow furrowed slightly, but he quickly relaxed again.

Because he saw a half-grown Mongolian kid whipping the Han Chinese slaves who were a little sluggish.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

Zhang Zhang finally coldly popped out a word: 'Hit!' ‘

A terrible arrow immediately shot straight into the sky from the small mound where Zhang Li was hiding, followed by another shot!

Just as the Mongols looked at the arrows in the sky with a look of astonishment—

'Woohoo! There was a dense sound of firecrackers!

A thick puff of smoke immediately filled the river beach!

The Mongols suddenly realized that they had been attacked!

Without the panic that tension had predicted, the Mongols immediately removed their bows and arrows from their backs after being hit on the head and falling down five or six Mongol knights.

Whoosh - a rain of arrows flying in the sky shot into the reeds in an instant!

A terrible scream immediately came from the reeds!

Zhang Zhang bit his lip and scolded hatefully in his heart:! What about the group charge that said it was good, and the queue that said it was good to be shot?

At the same time, the Mongolian shooters were a little surprised. Apparently many of the people who were ambushed in the reeds were shot dead, but no one escaped!

Who?

Ming army?

Impossible, how dare the Ming army go out to fight?

Other tribes?

It's not like other tribes, the first attack should be a bow and arrow, not a firebolt.

The Mongols hesitated, they were not stupid, and soon another round of arrows was fired!

After this round of arrow rain, there was another wail from the reeds.

The tension is now in a bit of a dilemma!

The order to start fighting is limited to those members of the musket team who use arquebuses.

The musket corps now consisted of 300 men, 100 of whom were self-generated firearms, and the remaining 200 were old arquebuses.

The non-stop strikes of the self-generated firebolts were to be used as a killer weapon, first using arquebuses to attract the Mongols to charge, and then using the self-generated firearms to line up and shoot.

However, the script is not at all according to his own ideas.

The Mongols did not charge, the Mongols only shot arrows!

Gao Yuanliang looked anxious. He said in a deep voice: 'My lord, do you want to rush? And so on. Our musketeers are going to be shot alive by the Mongols! ‘

Zhang Zhang looked at the battle situation coldly and shook his head: "You can't rush. They're going to be delivered to your door soon. ‘

Gao Yuanliang frowned. At this moment, the sound of fire crackers sounded in the reeds.

Clearing, loading, igniting the arquebus, firing, this series of actions is completed, so that the arquebus rate of fire is far behind that of the bow and arrow.

After the second wave of arquebuses fired, the Mongols were completely furious.

Because they know that those who attack themselves. It must have been the Ming army—only the Ming army relied so much on the fire-stick-like firecrackers.

At this time, this small Mongolian tribe had all crossed the Liugu River, but an unexpected thing happened.

Tens of thousands of cattle and sheep were frightened by the sound of firecrackers and fled in all directions!

This is the opportunity for the tension to be reversed!

The Mongols no longer have the patience to 'shoot blindly', they need to fight quickly before the cattle and sheep run far!

The palpitating horn blew out, and all the Mongol knights rushed to the reeds......

There were already two corpses beside the wood, and several soldiers who had been wounded by arrows were whispering in pain, but it was okay. The pimple and the bull were not hit.

Seeing that everyone might not be able to dodge the next round of arrow rain, the Mongols actually launched a charge!

'Self-generated firebolts, let's fight!' Pan Batian roared angrily, as a killer self-generated fire gun. They all stood up.

'Dogs, you are killing yourselves, Tartars! Wood muttered coldly to himself, but subconsciously raised the gun in his hand. Aim at a goal!

The title of Tatar, Mongolian and Jurchen is common. That's why wood says so.

'Woo hoo woo', the sound of the wood pulling the trigger was immediately drowned out by the sound of fire. Wood threw the self-generated fire gun to the pimple, and took the other one handed by the big bull.

'Woo Woo Woo Woo T

The gunfire was so dense that it barely stopped.

In an instant, dozens of Mongol cavalrymen fell from their horses—and the Mongol charge stalled.

The Mongol cavalry was somewhat disjointed, some were still charging, while others stopped, drew their bows and arrows from their backs, and prepared to mount and shoot.

Some of the horses did not listen to their masters, and ran away from the sound of the gunfire.

The tension on the small mound keenly grasped the opportunity: 'It's now, charge!' ‘

'Yes! Gao Yuanliang responded sharply and rushed away.

'Knock knock-'

The breathtaking sound of war drums beat up, and Izawa, who had been shot all along, rose from the prostrate reeds, drew his sword, and shouted violently: 'Charge! ‘

The infantry members did not hesitate and followed the cavalry of the Tartars!

Riding with steps, that is death!

But tension is to do!

Because he didn't have cavalry, the quantity and quality of the muskets were not enough, and he couldn't line up to shoot!

The lethality of cavalry to infantry lies in the force of impact, and now the Mongols are somewhat blindfolded, and their thinking is not uniform!

As soon as the cavalry formation was disorganized, this was the opportunity for the infantry.

The infantry was armed with spears, and hundreds of infantry members armed with spears slaughtered the Mongolian cavalry in disarray.

'Self-generated firebolt, point shot!' With a shout from Pan Batian, Wood slowed down his firing and fired a shot at a Mongol knight.

The sound of the fire gun suddenly thinned out, but the lethality was even more deadly.

Because the previous salvo was more of a barrage of fire, not focusing on accuracy, only on the rate of fire.

In the shortest time, the most barrage is out.

And now it is different, now it is required to shoot accurately.

After three shots from the wood, one of the Mongol knights was finally shot by him and fell off his horse with a thud.

It is said that it is accurate shooting, but in fact, it is a little stronger than a salvo, how can the musket of this era be able to shoot without missing a bullet?

When the wood pulled the trigger again, suddenly the whole body shook-

Because he clearly saw that in the direction of his shot, one of the infantry members fell to the ground!

Accidentally injured -

There was no way, the wood bit his lip, threw the fire gun in his hand to the pimple, and picked up the other one handed over by the big cow...... (To be continued......)