"Toot toot toot—"

The convoy was the first to attack, and although the gunfire was frequent, the sound was very small.

That is, today is calm and windless, and if you encounter a slightly risky weather, I am afraid that you will not even be able to hear a sound.

The salters are well armed,

I'm also diligent in my training on weekdays, and I'm very familiar with the sound of the arquebus, so I didn't pay attention to it even if I didn't hear any abnormal noise.

They were all dazed by the promises of the upper peak, and they were all thinking about how to quickly kill this wave of resisting military households, so as to rush into Fushan City and loot it.

Don't look at the salt inspection department, the yamen is rich, but the small officials who work below, and the men who are big soldiers, are not rich.

The big men are above the top one by one, and the black-eyed people can see the silver, but they can't see the poverty of their subordinates. And even if they saw it, they didn't care. Anyway, some of the military households are the ones who are soldiers who eat food, and some people are rushing to do it.

So this time I came out to quell the rebellion in Fushan City, and the silver taels distributed above made a promise, this is a once-in-a-lifetime good thing, how can the salters miss it, this is a rare opportunity to make a fortune.

The idea is good, but it's a pity to get the wrong object.

They had never looked at the escort in their eyes, but they were treated very seriously, and the AK47 fired, and a metal storm formed, instantly sweeping the charging team.

Seeing his companion fall to the ground inexplicably, at first he only thought it was bad luck and was hit by a stray bullet, but as the number of people who fell more and more, the speed became faster and faster, and the salters who charged were also a little frightened.

Bang bang bang –

The gunshots were incessant, and the sound was very loud.

The Yanding are worthy of being the elite guards of the elite, and they are very skilled in using muskets.

Even if the formation has been stretched very wide, when the gun is fired, it will subconsciously get together with a few companions, and it is divided into two sections to ensure that the attacks are endless.

With this shot, a large amount of white smoke enveloped them.

Now the target is clearer, there are no obstacles in the entire river beach, and the escort only needs to shoot in that direction.

And only the place where the shot is fired will produce white smoke, and the thicker the white smoke in any place, the more enemies will gather in that place, and the soldiers of the escort will subconsciously start a fire in that direction, and they will remove everyone by just shooting back and forth.

In addition, even under the sun, the light emitted by the burning rope can be clearly seen, and even if it is shrouded in white smoke, the presence of fire means that there are people.

Just aim a little and pull the trigger.

Although the muzzle of the AK47 is invoiced, it is an automated weapon after all, and its instantaneous lethality is several notches higher than that of the arquebus.

A place only requires a few fighters to cross and strafe each other, basically strafing back and forth, and as many people hide have to fall to the ground obediently and die.

The more people died, the more panicked the salters became, but the more and more white smoke on the battlefield had obscured their vision.

Their eyes were hazy, and it was good to be able to barely get into the general position of the escort, and they didn't even think about shooting accurately.

In the first round of firefighting, most of the salters fell directly.

The number of escorts is already large, 5 times that of the salt dings, plus the AK47 weapon, Gao Ning spared no expense to provide bullets, the gap between the combat effectiveness of the two sides is not much different from that of modern people and primitive people, how can the flying dragon ride the face?

The gunshots continued, the salters fell one after another, the white smoke became less and less, and the laughter above the river continued to echo, layer upon layer, endlessly, as if a lively temple fair had been held.

As the number of salters decreased, so did the frequency of their shooting.

The commander of the front line, the black-clothed bandits, saw the killing, and their speed dropped sharply, and they couldn't help but launch a charge signal.

The soldiers of the escort team just lay on the ground and pulled the trigger, and they killed most of the opponent, and the escort team did not hurt a single hair, and the enemy was eliminated.

The soldiers of the convoy shouted and rushed down like a tidal wave, and they scattered into a straggler's line, armed with AK47s, specifically looking for a place covered in white smoke to surround them.

He shouted that he would kneel and not kill, while killing everyone he met.

After a burst of gunfire, the remaining salters finally sensed that something was wrong.

They suddenly find out how the brother next to them suddenly disappeared? The white smoke is hazy and unclear, but on the battlefield, it is still possible to call the sea loudly to communicate.

And now I can't hear back!

The salters shuddered, and the remaining survivors panicked.

They don't know whether the shot has hit the enemy or not, and how many people have been killed, this is not their training subject, and they only need to put on a posture and stand in line on weekdays, and they can bluff others one by one.

As elite soldiers, they are generally at the highest point of the circle, and officers and soldiers do not dare to charge head-on with them.

The target of this sweep is nothing more than some dilapidated military households, how can it be so difficult?

Recalling the charging process just now, it seems that many brothers around them have been moved, their painful howls are still in their ears, and they may have been killed, but in a state of extreme excitement and nervousness, they subconsciously ignored this situation.

That's what led to the decision now.

Toot Toot Toot –

There was another burst of gunfire, and the salters fell again.

As the gunfire on the river beach became less and less, it gradually quieted down at the end.

Li Chengdong suddenly had an ominous premonition.

The black-clad bandits led the team forward, and while the white smoke had not yet dissipated, they quickly cleared the battlefield, removing the armor, cotton cloth, and muskets from the salters.

Anyway, as long as it was useful, it was all scavenged, and the corpses and random ones were left in place, and then before the smoke dissipated, they retreated back to the south bank of the river beach.

The smoke finally dissipated, and the picture in front of him confirmed that Li Chengdong and all the officers and soldiers in the front row were stunned.

"How so?"

"Those salters are rare elites, how can the Broken Army Household Musket be so accurate?"

There was an uproar in the North Shore camp, and loud screams and doubts continued to be heard.

Although the distance is still a little far, the people in the front row can faintly see that many people can see that all the bodies of Yanding are lying on the river beach.

The neat armor on their bodies was gone, the muskets in their hands did not know where to go, and the whole person was wrapped into a white pig, which was thrown to the ground at will.

Seeing everyone lying there without knowing whether they were alive or dead, and some blood lines flowing like rivers could be faintly seen on the ground, Li Chengdong's heart fell into the ice cave little by little.