"Enemy attack."

In the chaos in the rear, it finally attracted the attention of several flag officers.

They drew their long knives and roared loudly, trying to stabilize the situation.

But several donkeys and mules were hit by arrows that came out of nowhere, and they rushed like crazy, and finally overturned in the middle of the road with the cart.

In an instant, cotton cloth and iron tools on several cars were scattered all over the ground.

Even a wooden crate for storing silver taels was thrown out of control by the mule and flipped onto the official road with the vehicle.

A large box of Yongli Tongbao was scattered all over the place, the official road was dusty, and hundreds of silver dollars fell at the feet of everyone.

"Silver taels, silver taels." Several sharp-eyed soldiers hurriedly ran up and picked up a handful of silver dollars scattered on the ground.

Where have the soldiers present seen so many silver yuan, their eyes are red, and they don't even want the spear in their hands, they throw away the contradictions in their hands one after another, and lie on the ground to pick up the silver yuan scattered on the ground.

"Wait, that's Ming Hai's silver taels." A Chinese businessman screamed and rushed over in despair.

But thirty or forty soldiers present surrounded him like crazy, and he couldn't stop him, and he was quickly squeezed out.

"You don't want to die, the silver is important or life is important." Zhao Shen pulled the Chinese businessman, scolded him, and stuffed him directly under a board car.

Glancing at the soldiers who were like pigs grabbing food, Zhao Shen gritted his teeth and hurriedly cut off the lock sleeve on the mule.

"Cut all the ropes for me, and pull the cart to the side of the road, quick."

More than a dozen Ming soldiers took action one after another.

Some cut ropes, and some pulled carts to both sides of the official road.

Only the remaining Meidi soldiers were still coaxing on the ground.

Zhao Shen wanted to find a few flag officers, but he never found the figure of the small flag in the army.

The bright silver circle blinded the eyes of these soldiers, and they didn't notice the bright arrows flying in the sky.

"Haha, my." A veteran bared his yellow teeth and burst out laughing.

He held a large handful of silver dollars in his hand, and laughed and laughed, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the red blood splashed on the bright silver dollar.

The soldier fell stiffly, several clusters of arrows stuck behind his back.

A handful of Yongli Tongbao dipped in blood foam was scattered on the ground again.

The movement behind the caravan naturally attracted the attention of Huang Jin and Lin Xu.

"Not good, Fanren." Huang Jin shouted and hurriedly pulled out his long knife.

A large number of indigenous soldiers suddenly emerged from the mountains and forests on both sides of the road.

These people dressed in rattan armor and holding all kinds of contradictory broadswords shouted in a language that Akito could not understand.

Lin Xu turned around and left, the purpose of his trip was to protect the Chinese businessman, as for dealing with the people, it was Huang Jin's business.

Lin Xu used a horse rope to pull away several soldiers who were blocking the road.

"Spearmen, stop, stop." Huang Jin drank heavily.

The soldiers in front were not confused, and under the command of several flag officers, the spearmen formed a column of spear and spear formations to block in front of these people.

The archers also took their bows and shot at the soldiers who were besieging them.

"Co-Chair." When Zhao Shen saw Lin Xu riding a horse coming, he was overjoyed and hurriedly rushed up.

At this time, the officers and men of the Ming Dynasty had already pulled more than a dozen heavy plate trucks in the rear to both sides to form a closed defensive circle.

More than 20 Chinese businessmen were forcibly pressed under the bench cart to avoid the incoming arrows.

Fortunately, the dozens of soldiers who robbed the silver taels attracted the attention of many soldiers, and more arrows were shot at their heads.

Therefore, there were only two Chinese businessmen present, and they were shot in the arm by the cluster of arrows in the chaos just now.

Soon, more than half of the soldiers in the middle of the road were killed or wounded.

Many soldiers covered in arrows had not yet lost their breath, lying on the official road full of silver rounds and blood foam, wailing.

Hundreds of soldiers in front rushed over and fought with Huang Jin's subordinates.

Fortunately, the dozen or so horse team members under Huang Jin's command covered up and killed from it, and directly disrupted the formation of the Fan soldiers with three-eyed fire guns and sabers, so that the spearmen in front of them could form a formation and stop the Fan people who rushed over.

In the rear, I saw that dozens of soldiers were almost dead.

Dozens of soldiers also took cover from the rainforest in the rear.

"Fire thunder, release." Zhao Shen shouted.

More than a dozen Ming soldiers took out the fire thunder hanging from their waists, lit the fire rope and threw it at the soldiers.

Thunder throwing has always been a basic training program for officers and men in the army.

The soldiers of Huben were generally able to throw forty or fifty steps.

"Bang bang."

Flames exploded dozens of paces away, and the smell of sulfur mixed with the heat wave hit the face.

Those who were close to the fire and thunder were covered in blood, and fell to the ground covering their wounds and wailing.

More people were frightened by the sudden wave of fire and momentum.

The leaders of the Fan people shouted angrily, encouraging the Fan soldiers to continue to rush forward.

The soldiers also continued to rush forward, but their momentum was much lower than before.

"Put."

When there were still more than 20 steps away from the convoy, the Ming army gunners also began to release their guns.

Five or six soldiers fell down with bloody flowers on their bodies, and their faces were hideous, and the thin layer of rattan armor did not block the lead bullets fired from the barrels.

The hot lead projectile shattered into dozens of pieces of lead slag after piercing through the rattan armor and pierced into the body of the soldier, stirring the flesh and blood in his body.

The soldiers behind continued to rush forward by stepping on their corpses.

The Ming officers and soldiers who had put their guns in place quickly withdrew, and the second column of Ming officers and soldiers lined up.

There were seven or eight more bangs, and five or six more soldiers fell.

Subsequently, more than a dozen fire mines were thrown.

More than a dozen thunderous explosions were remembered on the field.

In the meantime, the Ming army also moved out two hundred guns.

Two more flares of fire appeared in the rising white smoke.

The scorching heat was accompanied by the smell of sulfur.

More than a dozen soldiers who were blocking the front were swept out in an instant.

Hundreds of lead projectiles and debris fragments were smashed through.

Shengfan, who hadn't yet reacted from the sound of more than a dozen fires and thunders, was beaten into a blur of flesh and blood by this sudden jet of buckshots.

Baizi gun is also a very widely used light shotgun gun gun in the Ming army.

It can be used for city defense, field warfare, and naval warfare.

The most striking feature of the Hundred Sons is the slender pipe.

Because the gun tube grows, the farther it hits.

Like the self-generated firecracker, the Baizi gun is also made of several iron plates wrapped and forged.

Although they are all set up to shine on the stars, they are different, and there are several iron hoops that are reinforced, and there are also those that do not use iron hoops.

The two Baizi guns are placed on a heavy iron frame, and the pipes of the Baizi guns are placed on this iron frame, which is convenient for turning up and down, panning left and right, so that the firecrackers can aim.

The iron frames were each mounted on a light, movable wheelbarrow, allowing the Hundred Sons to move with the army.

Under the suppression of such rounds of firearms by the Ming army, the soldiers who rushed up had already killed or injured twenty or thirty people.

The entire official road was filled with rising white smoke and the pungent smell of sulfur.

The rest of the soldiers also retreated like a tide.

Huang Jinzheng in front of the caravan was leading dozens of soldiers to block hundreds of soldiers, and the horse team of more than ten people was picked off by the soldiers with spears, and the rest fled back in embarrassment.

Fortunately, the fans were also repulsed.

At this time, Huang Jinfang glanced up behind him.

To his surprise, the soldiers in the rear also retreated.

Just now, at least fifty or sixty soldiers rushed out of the rainforest.

And the dozens of soldiers who stayed behind in the rear had already been killed and wounded under the cluster of arrows of Fanren.

Looking at the twenty or thirty corpses that fell outside the official road, Huang Jin couldn't help but be stunned.