Chapter 960 Bullets

East Rim

It's a typical Gangnam town, and even during the war years, it wasn't affected much. In fact, there are not many places in the entire Jiangnan that have really been affected by the war, whether it is Shengtu or Yang Jian, they have not dared to expand the war in Jiangnan.

The town is exceptionally peaceful in the morning, with few pedestrians on the bluestone-paved paths. The reason why people like to visit Jiangnan is because of the slow pace of life in Jiangnan, and those picturesque scenery seem to be secondary. People here know how to enjoy life and never wake up early when they have nothing to do.

The men of Dongyan Town get up late every day when they have nothing to do, and when they wake up, they do not wash up first, but squat in front of their house and smoke a hookah. And women, even if they just go to the neighbor's house to sit, will change into the most beautiful clothes, and even their hair must be combed meticulously.

There are many such small towns in Jiangnan.

The sound of horses' hooves shattered the tranquility of the town, and the sound of clattering was so crisp.

A few old men chatting at the entrance of the village looked back a little lazily, and then were startled. A group of majestic-looking cavalry slowly entered the town, those cavalry were wearing black armor, and the horse lance hanging from the victory hook on the side of the saddle still made people feel chills in their hearts, even if they hid the blade.

Each cavalryman carried a long wooden stick on his back, and a deerskin bag hung from his waist.

The most terrifying thing is the face armor pulled off the iron helmets of those cavalry.

Contrary to the atmosphere of this quiet town, it was the murderous aura of those cavalry. The old people in the town had never seen much of the world, and they naturally didn't know that not every soldier in the army would have a murderous aura on them. Only soldiers who have really experienced countless life and death killings will have such a cold and uncomfortable temperament.

If the tranquility of this town is like a pool of water, then the cavalry team that enters the town is a hideous crocodile.

"Official"

Hearing the news, Zheng Zheng Sanshui ran over while wearing his clothes, stopped in front of the team and smiled flatteringly: "I don't know whose team the official Lu Dao is, what business is there in our town?" I am the Lizheng of this Dongyan Town, if you have any orders, just say, I will help you do it. ”

"Has anyone else been to this town?"

The cavalry commander at the head asked.

"No, our town is the most peaceful, and no outsiders have ever come in."

Zheng Sanshui nodded and replied. Over the years, Dongyan Town has also entered the army, and he has also seen bandits, and Zheng Sanshui has some experience in dealing with these people. He knew that these soldiers must not be offended, and if they wanted not to be offended, they had to obey them.

"The person we're looking for is very special, and if you've seen it, you'll be impressed."

Don't take out a portrait from your arms and shake it away: "It's all such bald heads, have you ever seen it?" ”

"Such a bald head?"

Zheng Sanshui's heart suddenly trembled, thinking of the bald head who was a guest in his house at this time...... He didn't know where the bald head came from, but he thought that this man was very gentle, polite, and very knowledgeable, and his son had not read for a few days, so he kept the bald head.

"I didn't ...... No. ”

Zheng San replied subconsciously, he vaguely felt that if he admitted that he had one hidden in his house, it would definitely be bad.

"Please cooperate with the villagers, these bald heads are all Buddhist disciples from the Western Regions, they tried to assassinate Zhenguo Gong a while ago, and absconded after the defeat, these people are gentle on the surface but extremely sinister. If someone finds out, report it immediately, otherwise there may be a big disaster. ”

"No, ......"

Zheng Sanshui muttered.

"He's got it!"

An old man at the entrance of the village suddenly stood up, pointed at Zheng Sanshui and said loudly: "I only saw a bald head in his house yesterday, just dressed like the person on this portrait, and he didn't see it when he went in, so he must have been hidden by Zheng Sanshui!" ”

Don't give a glance at Zheng Sanshui, and then gestured.

The cavalry behind him immediately divided into two groups and rushed forward to surround the courtyard. At that moment, a monk floated out of the courtyard and swept out into the distance.

"Muskets!"

The chief general shouted, and the cavalry immediately removed the long stick-like thing from their backs, and then loaded the bullets, which were firearms, as they rode after the monk.

Boom!

With the first shots, the cavalry chasing after the monk opened fire one after another. Although the accuracy of firearms in the longitudinal horses has been greatly affected, the number makes up for the lack of accuracy. The bullet is discharged and a fiery serpent is slashed, much faster than the feathered arrow.

The monk swept forward and turned around and flicked the sleeves of his robe, which puffed up like the sails of a well-fed ship, and the bullets struck them like on a wall that was soft but unusually tough. However, if the monk wants to avoid all the bullets, his running speed will be immediately reduced. The horse team quickly caught up with him and then trapped him in a circle.

Behind the line

Fang Xie and Xiang Qingniu rode over slowly and glanced at the monk: "This monk's cultivation is not very high, the firearms battalion detachment is in full force, he only has the power to protect himself, and it won't be long before he is killed." The foreigners in Eastern Xinjiang should rely on the superiority in the number of firearms to defeat the cultivators. ”

Xiang Qingniu nodded: "However, you let the firearms battalion hunt down the people of the Buddha Sect, what do you want to know?" ”

"I know how the Dao foreigners killed the Great Cultivators."

Fang Xie shook his head: "It seems that the foreigners' firearms are different from mine, cultivators above the eighth rank already have the ability to block bullets, and then retreat, as long as they don't rush forward to the death, there is not much problem in escaping." However, the news from the Xiao Riding School came back that there were nine grade cultivators in Eastern Xinjiang who died under the firearms of foreigners. Moreover, the people who have traveled the world have already understood with Mu Guangling that many cultivators in Eastern Chu tried to assassinate the emperor of the Oplu Empire named Lyman, but they all failed. ”

Xiang Qingniu frowned: "You mean, foreigners have firearms to restrain cultivators?" ”

"Perhaps."

Fang Jie's face was a little unsightly, he couldn't think of what the foreigners relied on to kill the Nine Rank cultivators.

In the distance, the monk was finally unable to resist under the volley of muskets as dense as a rainstorm, and after a bullet penetrated his body, his internal strength immediately suffocated, followed by countless bullets piercing his body, and the blood mist burst out one after another.

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The preparations for the army to march north were basically completed, and the troops of the Black Flag Army sent a horse team of more than 1,000 people to clear out the remnants of the bandits. There was only so much Fang Xie could do, and after he left, he could conclude that most of the deserters under Sheng Tu and Yang Jian would become bandits and cause trouble. But he has to leave after all, so he can only clear it more.

When I returned to Guyuan City, it was already getting dark, and one day today, the firearms battalion dispatched and killed only one monk, the one hiding in Dongyan Town. It's not that the firearms battalion is not powerful enough, but that Fang Xie has been sending people from the firearms battalion to do this during these days. The monks and masters brought by Da Zizi at the beginning were all killed by him and Xiang Qingniu, and some escaped, but there were not many of them.

"Still wondering what means the foreigners used to kill the Great Cultivator?"

Xiang Qingniu asked.

Fang Xie nodded, he sipped his tea and frowned in thought.

"Zuo Mingcia sent the news from Mu Ping, and it just arrived."

Fang Xie handed a secret letter in front of him to Xiang Qingniu: "There are many foreigners in Muping City now, and Yang Shunhui, who guards Muping, has completely become a slave of foreigners, and the team behind Mu Guangling from Muping landed from Muping. Zuo Mingcian said in the letter that the initial team of foreigners pretended to be businessmen to enter Muping, came in one by one, broke into pieces, and then quietly left Muping, and it took half a year to form a team of tens of thousands. This foreign army was supposed to go around behind Mu Guangling, but was stopped by Zhao Tianzheng, who rushed from Jiangdu. ”

However, since then, Yang Shun will not have any obstacles to foreigners. The foreigners did not use the previous method to infiltrate the army little by little, but the fleet of the sailors landed directly in Muping City, and the army entered the city one by one. Yang Shunhui's two guards all withdrew thirty miles away, ignoring them. ”

Fang Xie sighed and said, "The one who commanded the foreigner army on Muping's side was the Grand Duke of the Opru Empire named Ertiger, with no less than 100,000 people. Yang Shunhui simply sat on the foreign slaves, but the bloody cultivators in Muping City were unwilling and organized an assassination to get rid of Ertiger. Outcome...... The dozen or so cultivators who went there all died. ”

Fang explained: "After Zuo Mingcia learned about this matter, he took people to plan to receive those Jianghu guests. But they didn't answer, and the men entered the courtyard where Elteg lived, and never came out. Zuo Mingcian ventured in to investigate, examined the corpses of those charlatans, and found that they were all killed by firearms. ”

However, Zuo Mingcian suspected that the firearms that killed the charlatans were extraordinary. He quietly flipped over a foreign soldier and examined the soldier's firearms and found nothing different. Then he went to capture one of Eartag's own soldiers, and checked the musket of the soldier, and found nothing unusual, which was basically the same as the firearms equipped with our firearms battalion. ”

"No difference?"

Xiang Qingniu asked curiously.

"There must be a difference, it's just that the left cicada didn't find it."

"That's what's wrong."

Xiang Qingniu pondered for a while: "The musket is no different, is it a bullet?" ”

Fang Xie nodded: "Now I'm starting to doubt this too...... Wait......"

Fang Jie's eyes suddenly lit up: "I have seen the so-called mages of foreigners before, among the foreigners invited by Emperor Murong Yan of Southern Yan when he was in Yunnan Dao, there were several mages, they used different methods from cultivators, but the effects were almost the same, and they also used the vitality of heaven and earth, but they did not use the power of cultivation to urge, but to use ......."

Fang Xie turned his head and ordered: "Send someone to send thousands of miles to the Xiao Cavalry School in Mu Guangling and Muping City, and ask them to try to find some bullets for the pro-soldiers around the important generals of those foreigners." ”

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Just as Fang Xie thought of something, Muping City, thousands of miles away.

Xiao Riding School Qianhu Zuo Mingcia glanced at the dead corpse lying on the ground, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "For two whole months, this guy has been carrying it for so long!" For two months, the means were exhausted, and the secrets of these foreigners' firearms were not forced. ”

"Thousand households!"

A young riding school rubbed his nose, squatted down and looked at it and said, "This guy didn't find any bullets on his body, why didn't he bring bullets?" ”

Zuo Mingcia slapped his head: "Fuck! His mother only cares about finding differences in firearms and people, and I even think that these foreigners also have cultivators, but the practice is to attach their internal strength to bullets, but they don't think about the problem of bullets. ”

"Let's go get some!"

He smiled: "As long as you know what those foreigners rely on to kill the great cultivators, and then crack it, the good days of the foreigners will come to an end!" ”