The march of the whole team was very fast, and it didn't take long for the grain convoy to come to the only valley in the itinerary under the neatly lined up Heavenly Tiger Army.

Holding binoculars, the latest developments of the Ming Royal Academy of Sciences, Montok gazed at the valley in the distance.

"The most dangerous thing on the road to help this time is this Wolf Valley, if there is an ambush, the most likely is here..."

"The brigade commander is too worried, our army is strong and strong, how can any unsightly bandits and bandits dare to come and provoke our eyebrows..."

The adjutant on the side was puzzled.

"Bandits? What kind of thing is that, I'm afraid that the Tartars will take the opportunity to fight the autumn wind..."

"I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm afraid of what if, when the order goes down to the whole army to raise the spirit, I always have a bad premonition..."

"Yes!"

The adjutant turned and went down to give orders.

"Wow!"

Immediately, the whole army was on alert, and the soldiers untied their jackets from the Minie rifles that were originally on their shoulders, carried them on their shoulders, and opened the bullet boxes on their waists.

The Mi pinch rifle still hasn't departed from the shadow of the original flintlock pistol, and the body of the gun is still a very precious thing, and it's okay to get a little gray, but if a stone collapses into the barrel.

can make the soldiers of the Heavenly Tiger Army feel distressed to death, and they can be refined into steel, not to mention such an advanced steel gun, behind which is all white silver.

Not to mention that on the battlefield, the steel gun can be said to be the dearest and dearest relatives of all soldiers.

Many soldiers traveled day and night, camping on the side of the road, and when they slept, they did not want to leave their guns in their hands, and held them tightly in their arms.

That's when it happened.

As soon as the distant grain transport team entered the valley, they did not notice anything unusual.

When the last grain truck at the end of the queue entered the valley.

The valley was long and narrow, and all of a sudden they all entered the valley.

Suddenly, a large group of Manchu Jiannu with steel knives in their hands poured out from all over the mountain streams.

"Kill the dog!"

"Kill!"

In the valley, the sound of killing suddenly became loud, and they came straight to the young men of the grain transportation team.

The situation seemed to be wrapped in dumplings in an instant.

Not only that, but the archers who were ambushed in the valley also drew their bowstrings, and feathered arrows and snowflakes generally volleyed down from mid-air.

Suddenly, there were casualties in the grain team, and the leader suddenly secretly said that it was not good when he saw this scene.

From his waist, he took out the signal arrow that the Heavenly Tiger Army used to call for help in advance to the danger, and took out the fire fold to ignite the fuse.

"Whoosh!"

A small red arrow rushed into the sky, and the Heavenly Tiger Army in the distance naturally saw it clearly.

"Fast forward! Sure enough, something happened! ”

Seeing the small red arrows in the distance, Meng Tu immediately ordered the whole army to march quickly.

And Tartar Jiannu, who was in charge of attacking the grain team, saw the red smoke beam rising in the sky, and immediately knew that it was not good.

I am afraid that the plan for the attack has changed.

"Kill the dog! Plans have changed! ”

"Kill!"

But although this young man is only responsible for escorting grain and grass, he is not an unarmed weak chicken, but a group of strong men in the prime of life.

In the land of Liaodong, the people are fierce, and the practice of martial arts is prevalent, although they do not practice killing skills as hard as in the army, and comprehend before life and death.

But it can be regarded as a practitioner, ordinary people can't get close, not to mention that in the era of cold weapons, as long as the morale is not dispersed, how can there be a one-sided slaughter before the rout.

"If you hold on, the soldiers of the Heavenly Tiger Army will come to volunteer for us immediately."

"That's right! How can these Jiannu be the opponents of the Heavenly Tiger Army, let them all go to hell when the army comes..."

"Kill!"

The battle continued to be anxious, and the Tartar led by him was anxious to see it, and he had the intention to withdraw his troops, but the current scene was death on his back.

But there are not only many Ming troops who came to help, but I am afraid that it will be even more difficult to get out at that time.

What's more, he hasn't completed Hauge Belle's instructions yet, and he doesn't dare to go back to his life, for fear of being cut by Hauge.

"Kill! Kill all these bright dogs! We'll be able to withdraw! When the time comes, Lord Belle will be greatly rewarded. ”

"Hahahaha! When I go back, I want a Ming woman! Kill the dog! ”

Swords flutter, soldiers are chaotic, and the battlefield is changing rapidly.

The grain transport team gradually showed fatigue, and after all, it was still not as brave as the Tartars.

As the casualties grew, the hearts of those who took the lead became more and more anxious.

At this moment, the Heavenly Tiger Army in the distance finally arrived, and when he saw the banner of the Heavenly Tiger Army, he immediately jumped up and shouted.

"The whole team goes forward, block the mouth of the valley, and let these damn Tartars stay here forever!"

And Meng escaped as the first soldier, and the whole army has arrived.

Shouted.

"All aim!"

"Click!"

"Shoot the whole army!"

"Bang bang bang!"

On the battlefield in the distance, people instantly turned their horses on their backs, and the grain transportation team that knew the might of the Tianhu Army early on saw the flag of the Tianhu Army in the distance, and did not wait to shoot.

The young men fell to the ground one after another, and after the neat gunshots, blood was instantly stained like rain.

Blood...

There was blood everywhere...

A young man touched the slippery warmth on his face, and raised his hand to see that it was full of Tartar blood.

The Tartars, who were originally showing off their might, didn't have time to chase and kill the grain transport team, so they hated Huangquan one after another.

And even so, the young men still prostrate on the ground and did not dare to make a noise, because they knew early on that this gunshot was the first way.

For a moment the Tartar is not dead, the gunfire will not end for a moment.

"Brothers, lie on your stomach well, don't look up anyone, or don't blame me for not reminding you..."

The leading Tartar was at the back of the team, and after seeing only a cloud of smoke rising in the distance, the Eight Banners disciples in front of him were cut away in an instant like cutting wheat.

The dense limbs flew sideways, and one person carried more than one bullet, not to mention the huge damage of the bullet of the Mi Pinch rifle.

After entering the body, it begins to rotate continuously, generating a huge backward destruction potential energy in the human body.

Looking at this scene, the Tartar was full of liver and gall for a moment.

"Loading, Ready!"

"Second row aim!"

"Shoot!"

"Loading, Ready!"

"Third row aim!"

"Shoot!"

The rain of bullets is like the scythe of death reaping the life of a tartar.

Yes, that was not that right.

The classic way of lining up to shoot was turned over by Zhu Youzhen.

And don't record it in the training manual of the new army, although everyone has not been trained for a long time, but the movements are surprisingly standard.

And the main reason for this is because there is a fatal disadvantage of queuing up to shoot, everyone needs to be responsible for their own links and cannot make mistakes, so most of the energy is in the rifle in hand and the instructions of the commander in the distance.

Once you take a step slower, it is easy for the latecomers to slow down as well, and let the bullets of your fellow soldiers easily hit their bodies once they go off.

After all.

There is only one small life.

You only live once.

The effect of the line of shots is surprisingly good, and the queue keeps alternating and moving forward.

The grain convoy stuck at the far mouth of the valley was like a talisman for Tartars.

Completely blocked all possible escape routes for them.

Hunters become prey in an instant, and sometimes the battlefield is just so funny.