It was almost dawn, and Zu Dashou sat on the brick steps, looking at the angry red sun in the distance.

There is no desert in Liaodong, but Mongolia has a desert but it is far away from Liaodong.

As a division commander, there are actually a lot of trivial things. Zu Dashou actually didn't have many opportunities to look at the desert quietly like this!

There were three hundred and seventy-two men in the settlement, including three hundred and twenty able-bodied men and forty women, and the rest were children.

This kind of settlement is actually a small city. There are shops selling things, laundry shops for sewing clothes, and shops for shaving and haircuts.

Although there are more and more people with short hair in Liaodong, Shandong, and Hebei in the Gyeonggi generation, most people still have long hair in most places these days, regardless of men and women.

The ancient precepts of the parents of the body and skin still dominate people's thinking. This situation will not change for a while, so the Liao army with short hair is so conspicuous wherever he goes.

The so-called farmer does not have a fixed establishment. Zhao Baoshun's battalion is considered standard, and some of the other battalions have exceeded 1,000 people.

Zu Dashou doesn't care about this, anyway, it's your ability to get people. As long as you don't tie up the ticket, you can toss it as you want.

At a glance, I knew that this Zhao Baoshun was an honest man, and the water and grass in this place were not bad. A lot of land has been reclaimed along the edge of the castle, and some people are cleaning up the scene of yesterday's typhoon.

The potatoes and sweet potatoes are all planted, and these two things have been planted in the mainland, but I don't know why, the potatoes and sweet potatoes grown in the Western Regions are particularly delicious.

Especially sweet potatoes, they taste very sweet, and I don't know why.

Zu Dashou ate two roasted sweet potatoes last night, which is indeed good.

There is not much land that has been leveled, and it seems that more manpower is still used for grazing. On the edge of the settlement, there is a deep trench.

At first glance, it is the standard trench of the Liao army, and the soil is piled up on one side of the inside, and the other side is bare. In other words, if someone wanted to rush in, they had to climb not only over the trench, but also up a two-metre-high dirt slope.

"Commander, there is actually a brick wall in the dirt slope. Even if the bullet hits the dirt slope, it can't get in. Seeing Zu Dashou's eyes fall on the dirt slope, Zhao Baoshun hurriedly came over to explain.

Zu Dashou nodded, as the military commander Zhao Baoshun is still qualified.

The imperial court demanded that each settlement become a fortress. These soldiers were peasants in peacetime and soldiers in wartime.

The military chief of the settlement, who is also the chief of political affairs, has great power in his hands, and he really governs the people with the army and the horse.

"You have a few mortars here!" Zu Dashou saw several earth pits on the ground that were deep underground, and he knew that they were mortar positions.

Generally speaking, there are only six mortars in a battalion of the agricultural reclamation division, but Zu Dashou actually saw more than a dozen earth pits here.

"Eight doors!" Zhao Baoshun said honestly.

"How can there be eight gates?"

"Let's get a brewery here, so ......!"

"So you came back with two mortars in exchange for wine? These bitches are raised, and the guys who eat dare to change their wine and drink. When Zu Dashou heard this, he was furious, and he took the mortar for wine and drink, which was worth it.

"Division commander, don't be angry, these mortars were actually thrown away by the Mongols. The caliber of their mortars is about the same as ours, and many troops pick them up and use them themselves. ”

"What are the guns and ammunition left on the grassland?" The Mongols left a lot of guns and ammunition, Zu Dashou knew that he was preparing to collect them with all his might, and it was not a good thing for the people to have a large number of guns.

"Quite a few! We originally had only 300 guns here, but we have gradually collected them over the past two years, and we have almost 500 guns. The Mongols also dropped a lot of ammunition, and we usually use the ammunition left by the Mongols for training.

Commander, you see the sun rising. ”

Looking in the direction of Zhao Baoshun's finger, a fiery red sun was rising from the ground level, descending on the world with ten thousand rays of glow, and the sand dunes in the distance were plated with a layer of golden yellow, shaking so much that people could hardly open their eyes.

Almost everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the rising sun.

Zu Dashou's eyes narrowed suddenly, and his body was already lying on the ground. A bullet grazed Zu Dashou's scalp and hit a guard behind him.

A large crowd of cavalry, as if coming out of the sun. While galloping, the war horse pulled the bolt of the gun in his hand and fired. It's just that the head is a little worse, and under the dense gunfire, there are not a few people on the Ming army's side.

Coming out by airship, Zu Dashou only had a few staff officers and a squad of guards around him.

Zhao Baoshun shouted at the top of his voice that the enemy was attacking, and the women in the settlement were crying and screaming, and it was already a mess.

Listening to the dense gunshots, Zu Dashou did not panic. A warrior who has fought on the battlefield for a lifetime, if he is afraid of gunfire, it is a big joke.

The guard squad quickly surrounded Zu Dashou, who reached out and pulled the rifle on a soldier's body.

The sunlight was very dazzling, and those cavalrymen had their backs to the sun, but Zu Dashou had to face the sun. Rao is like this, Zu Dashou knocked a Mongol to the ground with a single shot.

The bullet did not hit the Mongols, but the horses of the Mongols. Even a tall and sturdy Western Regions war horse could not withstand the power of a rifle bullet. When the cavalry charged, they fell off their horses and were either killed or wounded, and there was absolutely no good end.

"Aim at the war horse and give me a shot!"

The soldiers of the guard squad never left their weapons, and when they heard Zu Dashou's words, they began to shoot back.

War horses plus people, the target is not unwanted, and if the distance is put in, the sunlight is not a big problem.

The cavalry had already advanced to a distance of 100 meters, and the Aka rifles in the hands of the guard squad began to fire continuously. The large capacity of thirty rounds gave them sufficient density of firepower.

The Mongols who rushed forward were immediately beaten on their backs, as if they did not expect the Ming army to have such a reaction speed, nor did they expect the Ming army to have such a powerful and accurate shooting, and the Mongols were stunned.

According to their assumptions, this raid could break through the positions of the Ming army in one fell swoop and occupy the entire settlement.

This settlement was the only one within a radius of a hundred miles, and was the first target of Lobzang Tenzin's raid. It was really a bad year, and the first target of the raid was kicked to the iron plate.

When the cavalry rushed to a distance of more than 30 meters, the soldiers immediately put down the Aka rifles with empty magazines in their hands, pulled out the box guns one after another, broke the nose of the machine and began to shoot at these cavalrymen.

The staff officers were not idle, grabbing grenades and throwing them into the enemy pile.

No one expected that only a dozen people would actually withstand the onslaught of a hundred and ten cavalry.

When Zhao Baoshun gathered the people and rushed to the edge of the wall, all he saw was dead people and dead horses everywhere, as well as wounded soldiers who kept screaming.

"Commander, are you alright?" Zhao Baoshun was so frightened that his face was like earth, Zu Dashou really had an accident here, so he had no second way to go except to apologize for his crime with death.

"Prepare your people for battle, are there mines?" Zu Dashou asked sharply.

"Yes!" Zhao Baoshun nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Send people out to lay mines, distribute weapons and ammunition, put up mortars, and there will be more Mongols in a while." Zu Dashou spoke quickly and urgently.

If there had not been a well-equipped guard squad just now, the Mongols would have broken through the wall by this time. Zhao Baoshun's subordinates obviously couldn't resist such an attack.

It is estimated that the team has been killed and dispersed before it has been assembled.

Maybe in the dark, God is blessing the people here, so he blew his airship down.

"No!" After answering, Zhao Baoshun ran out like an arrow in his buttocks.

"Commander, are you okay?" The staff officers gathered around.

"Take a few people and go and remove the cannon from the airship. Fit into these places! Zu Dashou casually pointed to a few places.

"No!"

"Prepare for battle!"

This was by no means a rebellion of more than a hundred Mongols, and Zu Dashou knew this clearly. I was contacted by radio last night, and the airship will arrive the next morning.

How to survive this day and night is the fatal thing!

Before Zhao Baoshun had set up his position, the overwhelming Mongols killed him. Those who went out to lay mines ran back like wolves.

Zu Dashou, who was mentally prepared, also gasped, seeing that there were tens of thousands of Mongolians like this. The Mongols on the steppe were almost killed, how could so many suddenly appear, could it be a ghost?

Under the big sun, what the hell is the ghost of coming.

At this time, he couldn't care about so much, Zu Dashou picked up the dead guard's Aka rifle, and lay on the dirt slope with a few magazines in his arms.

Soon the mortars behind him rang out, and at this time there was no need to aim at all, and the exploding shells bloomed in all directions. Every shell, exploded in the middle of the cavalry group.

The sound of rifles around him became a loud one, and now Zu Dashou regretted that he only equipped these agricultural reclamation regiments with ordinary rifles, not Aka rifles. The worst thing is to get a few eliminated Makqin.

Unfortunately, none of these things are available. All the Makqin seized by India were packaged and sold to the French.

Cavalry kept falling to the ground, but because of the density of fire, more rushed up. These Mongols seemed to go crazy, galloping and shooting at the same time.

Fortunately, there were bunkers, and the casualties of the Ming army were not large.

At a distance of 100 meters, the mines that had just been planted exploded one after another. Zu Dashou saw with his own eyes that a war horse was blown up and flew into the air, and both people and horses were shaving their hands and feet in the air.

It fell to the ground and was quickly engulfed in smoke and gunsmoke.

"Grenades!" Zu Dashou shouted loudly.

In such a situation, it was only a matter of time before the cavalry rushed in front of them. Eight mortars, it is impossible to shoot fire to cut off. A distance of one hundred and ten meters is a blink of an eye for a cavalryman.

The cavalry rushed closer, almost fifty meters away.

Zu Dashou threw a grenade when he shook his hand, and the grenade behind him was thrown out like raindrops.

There was an explosion so dense that it was impossible to count, and a large number of people were lying on the ground. Many of the wounded were still screaming on the ground, and their heads were kicked open by the hooves of the horses rushing up behind them.

Now that I couldn't care about so much, the grenade pulled the ring and threw it out indiscriminately. Anyway, there are a lot of people, so you don't need to aim.

The bunkers gave the Ming army good protection, they did not have to show their heads, and threw grenades out across the dirt slope.

Some cavalrymen actually took advantage of the interval between grenades to rush up.

Zu Dashou had just thrown out a grenade, and a mongol with a hideous face suddenly appeared in front of him.

The rifle in his hand hadn't come over yet, and the box cannon in Zu Dashou's hand had already fired two shots.

One shot hit the eye, and the other went straight into the mouth. Two bullets pierced the back of the head, and the body fell into the trench with the gun in its arms.

"Get on the bayonet!" This is Zhao Baoshun's roaring voice.

The guard company and Zu Dashou had box cannons, but Zhao Baoshun's soldiers had nothing but rifles and grenades. They could only use bayonets against the fierce Mongols.

Zu Dashou carried two box cannons and stood at the bottom of the dirt slope. As soon as there are Mongols nearby, they will be greeted by accurate bullets. has been a general for many years, and Zu Dashou has not let go of his hard work.

Especially the box cannon, which is a kung fu practiced by playing incense in the middle of the night. As long as the hand is raised, no Mongol can escape.

Twenty rounds of ammunition, nine millimeters of high-power bullets. This has become a nightmare for the Mongols!

However, there is only one ancestor here, and many Mongols climbed over the ditch and crossed the wall on foot. With a rifle with a bayonet in his hand, he howled and rushed into the settlement.

It's been a few years, and I've been angry with the Han people for a few years, and today I want to be completely released. Killing these Han people in front of them, capturing their women alive, and robbing them of their wealth is what a Mongol should do.

Instead of staying in the place where birds don't poop in southern Xinjiang like a shrunken turtle, they can't eat enough and don't have enough clothes all day long.

At first, a few cantonment soldiers fought against a Mongol, and the Mongols were quickly killed. They calmly look for their next opponent, but slowly. More and more Mongol soldiers poured in, and these Mongols kept throwing grenades.

At such a close distance, not only many Ming troops were injured, but also many Mongols were injured.

However, the Mongols didn't seem to care about how many people died, and they flicked grenades desperately. Then they rushed forward with bayonets, and many times they were even blown up by grenades thrown by themselves.

A grenade exploded less than ten meters beside him, and Zu Dashou felt that his body had been hit hard. When I tried to kill another Mongol, I found that I couldn't lift my left arm.

Reluctantly, he raised his right hand and killed an outcropping Mongol. Another Mongol threw himself down from above the wall, and Zu Dashou, who was tall and tall, was thrown to the ground.

The sharp dagger stood in front of him, and the Mongol pressed down with the dagger in both hands.

Zu Dashou grabbed the hand of the Mongolian with one hand, but he couldn't lift his left arm. I feel that the power is disappearing little by little, does it mean that Lao Tzu is going to die here?

At this moment, the Mongolian man's head suddenly burst open like a rotten watermelon. White brains, red blood sprayed Zu Dashou's face.

Turning his head to look over, Zhao Baoshun was holding a smoking rifle.