"It's not good, the Han army pushed the cannon up, they want to shoot the cannon!" An Sheng's face was flustered, he had never believed in the rumors outside that the Han army blasted Guiyang City away with a single shot. Just kidding, 100,000 Yi soldiers besieged Guiyang for a year before they took it, and what artillery of the Han army could be so powerful, and it was a tea kung fu to blast Guiyang City.

But now An Sheng has some believes, from Guiyang to Zewo, there are still places such as Shuidongsi, Zazuosi, Yu's Zexi, Longchangyi, Zhenxiwei and other places, but the Han army is coming, it is obvious that those places must have been taken, and no one who reported the news came out.

Over the years, the large and small Tusi of Guizhou and the guards of the Ming army have been vying to slender forts, each fort is very dangerous and strong, enough to face the increasingly complex situation, but now it seems that the Han army obviously has the ability to quickly build the fortress.

This ability is undoubtedly their cannon.

An Chonglei's face was gloomy and about to drip water.

"When will the soldiers and horses of each river arrive?"

An Sheng said helplessly, "It will take three or five days to arrive at the earliest, who knows that the Han army will come." ”

An Chonglei sighed, it seems that the other Zexi people can't count on it.

"Call all the men in the stockade and give them weapons, we will stick to the end, you immediately go from the back mountain, go to contact the men and horses of the various streams, and lead them to the rescue."

"Dad, let's go together, if you can't hold it, there are only 300 soldiers in the stockade. Outside, there are tens of thousands of guys who eat inside and crawl outside, you see the boundless. ”

An Chonglei has his own plans, and now the Han army is attacking in a big way, if they abandon the village and flee, they will not be able to escape at all. It is better to rely on the danger of the stockade and stop the Han army.

"Give weapons to those Aga and Ngasi as well. Let them guard the village together. ”

"Dad, those **** are not credible, they usually think about running away, and they have to be chained to work, and now if they are released, give them weapons. I can't guarantee that they will turn against each other and fight back. Dad, let's go, don't the Han people have a saying, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood. ”

"Zewo is the territory of our family for dozens of generations, how can we say that we will abandon it."

"If you don't give up, you won't even have people."

Father and son were still arguing, and here a war drum sounded, and then a muffled thunderous sound was heard in the sky. Then I saw the cannon muzzles of the Han army in front of the village lit up one by one, spewing out balls of fireworks, and then shells with white smoke attacked.

For the artillerymen of the Han army, using Ganonye artillery to hit such a Yi village is simply handy. There is not even a single cannon on the walled city, it is simply a fixed dead rake, and it can't even fight back.

The goal of hitting this couldn't be easier.

I don't even need to test the gun. They fired the first round of gunfire.

The artillerymen directly pushed the cannon to one hundred and fifty steps below the wall, which is a distance to hit the stockade. It's hard not to hit.

Several iron balls roared and smashed on the gate of the village, and suddenly there was a burst of destruction, and the gate of the village collapsed with a bang. An Chonglei and An Sheng's father and son never expected that the Han people's cannons would hit as soon as they said they would, and they would hit as soon as they hit. In their minds, artillery always had to be tested first. And it will only take half a day to hit one, and the hit rate is extremely low.

The smoke rose and An Chongrong and his son were buried directly in the collapsed masonry.

The local soldiers, who were already panicked, saw this fierce artillery fire, and scattered in all directions in fright. hated his father and mother for missing two legs.

In front of the wall.

The artillerymen had just finished the first round of artillery and were about to reload, when the field artillery battalion commander had already shook his hand and said to the herald beside him, "Stop shooting, the fort has been blasted open, and the native soldiers in the village are also fleeing, there is no need to waste shells." Next, it's the turn of the militia. ”

The herald waved the red and blue flag in his hand, and in a car next to him, several soldiers began to wave the larger red and blue flag to give orders to all the artillerymen.

The 30,000 militia in front of the battle were organized into six associations.

A post-military academy with three snow leopards on his shoulders looked at the flag language, and he read it without translation.

"These artillerymen are always thinking about saving a few shells, what the hell is the gold of his shells or the gold of our soldiers?" A former lieutenant beside him with four black flying eagles said, "If it is an imperial soldier, of course they are more expensive, but at the moment we are all militiamen, of course, it is not as expensive as his cannonballs." ”

"Forget it, don't bother to entangle with these artillerymen, give the order, let the militia go. This time, it was the turn of the Fifth Militia Association to be responsible for the main attack, and the other associations were responsible for outflanking, pursuing, and cleaning up the battlefield. ”

A whining horn sounded.

A herald rushed to the front of the Fifth Association and loudly conveyed the order to the leaders of the Association.

"Order the Fifth Association to be responsible for the main attack, and the other associations to be responsible for outflanking, pursuing, and cleaning up the battlefield."

The assistant commander of the Fifth Association was a left military academy, he was originally the deputy battalion commander in the Imperial Army, and now he was temporarily transferred to the militia as the assistant commander of the Fifth Association.

Hearing the order to enter the gong, he immediately drew his saber, swung it forward, and shouted, "Order, Fifth Association, charge!" ”

Banners and golden drums, the 5,000 militiamen of the Fifth Association were already boiling.

Wang Tongan stood under the banner of the militia battalion in Chengguan Town, Longli County, listening to the battalion commander in red and blue loudly giving the order to attack, Wang Tongan only felt that his blood was surging, and his whole body was boiling.

During the first attack by the militia, they even fought each other for the first chance to enter the city. Later, it was stipulated that each of the six associations would take turns to be responsible for the main attack, and then the other associations would be responsible for encircling, pursuing, and cleaning the battlefield.

"It's finally our turn, haha." Wang Shiji in front of Wang Tongan laughed. Wang Shiji was the mayor of the town, so he didn't use it, but he insisted on coming, and he made him the deputy battalion commander.

Wang Shiji is very fierce every time he attacks, he is different from Wang Tongan, Wang Tongan rushes fast in order to grab more heads and more loot, while Wang Shiji is completely to perform in front of the Han army.

This battle was really happy, Wang Tong was at ease, there were artillery to break the city, there were Han troops to escort the formation, they had no worries at all, not to mention that although the equipment in their hands was not as good as the Han army, it was much stronger than those native soldiers.

"Rush!" Wang Shiji charged forward with a knife in the sound of the horn. Wang Tongan also picked up the flintlock that had already been loaded and followed closely.

In fact, the charge of the militia did not have any formation to speak of, and the sword and brand soldiers, spearmen, archers, and musketeers almost all rushed up in a scattered formation, rushing forward in a straggler formation, rushing to the bottom of the city, and then the sword and brand players rushed through the gap opened by the artillery with their shields in the front.

It's simple, but it's practical.

Although many of the local officials of the village have a lot of villages, they have not been able to assemble for a while, and the village where the local officials are located is only larger than the general village, but the local soldiers are limited.

With boots on his feet, the charge went smoothly, and the militiamen roared as they ran.

Some are shouting in Chinese, some are in Yi, and Miao dialect, in short, all kinds of shouting, everyone is running, while shouting, the neck is bulging, and the face is swollen red, it seems that this shouting can multiply their courage.

The distance of a few hundred steps was quickly pulled in, and Wang Tongan didn't even have a chance to fire a shot, so he had already rushed to the village with his companions.

There was chaos in the stockade, many people were fleeing, and no one was still trying to resist.

An Chonglei's father and son disappeared, and the village became more and more leaderless.

Many of the militia who had rushed into the village had already begun to rush forward along the streets, while others had begun to rush into the shops and slab houses on either side. Kick the door, bang the door.

Screams, screams, begs for mercy, all kinds of voices are in symphony.

The discipline of the militia is not good, every time they rush into the village, they are slashing and even robbing, and there are **** people.

Although the generals of the Han army have repeatedly reiterated that it is forbidden to kill people at will, let alone set fires, robberies, and ****. But there are always people who ignore military orders as soon as their blood comes up.

Especially since each head level can be worth two dollars, there is no reason to let it go. Although it was also said above that the prisoners are also counted as two pieces, but every time they attack, even if they are a co-main attack, it is still 5,000 people. And the few villages they captured were generally no more than 1,000 households, and even if they were larger, they would not have a population of more than 10,000.

Capture prisoners, how can it be convenient to cut off people's heads. The captured captives will run, but the severed heads will not run.

Wang Tongan also thought the same as everyone else, he just wanted to cut a few heads before the Han army entered the city, and he was talking about it, as for the rest, who cares.

Anyway, after the Han army publicly shot a few militiamen who set fire to and ****, everyone was also interested in not setting fire and **** after breaking the village, as for killing and robbing, the Han army didn't care so much.

In front of him, a Yi man with a blue turban was fleeing in panic, Wang Tongan's eyes lit up, and he quickly raised his gun and pointed it at him. When the man saw Wang Tongan lift the bed, the look of panic in his eyes was even greater, he raised his hands, and he knelt down, his eyes full of begging for mercy.

Wang Tongan pulled the trigger without hesitation, without the slightest hesitation. After living in Guizhou for a long time, and living with these Yi Miao and other young people for a long time, they have long been accustomed to the cruelty here. When the Yi soldiers besieged Longli in Guiyang, no one had pity for his father.

With a bang, the musket shook, the smoke rose up, and the well-dressed man, who was obviously a black man, fell with despair in his eyes.

Wang Tongan quickly ran over with a gun, he put the gun on the ground, quickly pulled out the machete from his waist, raised it high and chopped it down fiercely.

After slashing several times, the blood that had not yet coagulated splashed a lot on his body, but his face was full of smiles.

Breaking up the turban, untying the hair on the head and then pulling it on his belt, Wang Tongan smiled with satisfaction, and the two silver dollars were in hand. Tying his head, he quickly brushed the knife twice on the headless corpse, then put it in its sheath, and instead of picking up the gun immediately, he reached out and quickly touched the corpse.

This is a black Yi, and there should be some gold and silver jewelry on it.

Sure enough, he found several kinds of gold and silver from the corpse, as well as a money bag, listening to the sound of the bell, Wang Tongan accepted it with great satisfaction. Most of these things will have to be handed over to the public for a while, but at least one or two rings can be left.

Packing the loot, he picked up his gun from the ground and followed the excited militiamen onwards. (To be continued.) )

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