The Qing army officials sitting behind the table had cold eyes, a little bit of gloom in their eyes. He finished his tea slowly, put down the teacup, and nodded lightly at the two officials standing at the table.

The older officials quickly turned their heads and waved their hands, and the trumpeters of the Qing army blew their horns together.

The sound of trumpets continued, followed by the sound of drums and the rumbling of artillery, which resounded throughout the mountains.

The beasts were terrified, countless birds fluttered their wings and flew high, halfway up the Dalan Mountain, countless Qing troops rushed out of the barracks, crowded with people, countless firearms, struggling to push the gun carriages, roaring, and attacking towards the top of the mist-shrouded mountain.

I'll it!

Wang Heyao was dumbfounded, his brows furrowed.

Good guys, the artillery is pushed up the mountain, this is a bloody investment.

Wang Heyao was pondering, Zhao Guohao touched his arm lightly, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes signaled.

Wang Heyao looked in the direction indicated in his eyes, and his eyes lit up. It turned out that on the high ground on the right side of the hillside in front of him, a large group of Qing troops were watching the mountain, a few gunners were squatting on the ground, guarding a few Franc machine guns, and a bunch of wooden boxes and barrels on the ground.

The light and shadow were mottled, the green trees and red flowers, and the blades of grass were swaying in the breeze, and Wang Heyao was in a trance for a while.

Is this a atmosphere that wants to play with life?

Zhao Guohao touched him, and Wang Heyao reacted and calmed down.

He lightly pointed to the height of the artillery, pointed to his face, and took out a black cloth to cover it.

Everyone knew it and covered their faces one after another. Wang Heyao waved his hand and led his subordinates to tiptoe up and go straight to the high artillery.

"You guys, stay!"

When they arrived at a ditch in front of the artillery position, Wang Heyao stopped and pointed to Zheng Siming, Zhao Guohao and a dozen other patrolmen.

Zheng Siming, Zhao Guohao and others stayed behind and hid in ambush. Wang Heyao and Li Xingzhong took three patrolmen and touched towards the "fort".

Among these people, Li Xingzhong hit. The cannon is the fastest and most accurate, so naturally I have to take him.

The Qing troops on the hillside were all paying attention to the battle on the mountain, no one noticed, and there were people rushing up from behind.

A Qing soldier turned his head carelessly, and just saw Wang Heyao and others coming, and the Qing soldier couldn't help but be stunned.

has been exposed, Wang Heyao went up with guns and rushed to find a group of Qing soldiers waiting for them. The Qing soldiers wanted to escape, but their legs and feet were weak, and they didn't have time to dodge, and they were pierced into the chest like Wang Heyao's spear and poisonous snake.

Killing Sooli was at night, killing "Nan Batian" was early in the morning, and this time the killing was also in broad daylight, Wang Heyao also did not have any sense of disobedience, and there was no discomfort.

Perhaps, it has something to do with the fact that he was a soldier. Perhaps, he was born to eat this bowl of rice!

Wang Heyao kicked the Qing soldiers who were shot, and the Qing soldiers on the high slope turned around one after another, but before they could respond, they were stabbed by Wang Heyao again.

"Thorn!"

The earth-shattering screams sounded, Wang Heyao shouted in a low voice, Li Xingzhong and the other three patrolmen who pounced up, four spears stabbed sharply, fast or slow, and stabbed the three Qing soldiers in front of them.

Although there were twenty or thirty Qing soldiers on the high ground, some were gunners and some were baggage soldiers, and five fell at once, and seeing the blood of the murderous opponent's spears still dripping, the rest of the Qing soldiers fled down the slope like a swarm.

Wang Heyao and the patrolmen were all a little stunned for a while.

So many Qing soldiers, that's it...... Escaped?

Li Xingzhong and Xunding stabbed the two again, and wanted to chase after them, but they were stopped by Wang Heyao sharply.

"Stop, adjust the muzzle of the artillery, reload the ammunition!"

Wang Heyao's finger pointed in the direction of several Qing Dynasty officials who were watching from a high place in horror.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first, and defeat these birdmen first!"

As long as the officials are eliminated and the dragons are leaderless, the possibility of everyone surviving is greatly increased, and it may also have an impact on the battle situation on the mountain.

The Qing soldiers around the high slope did not know the situation, and when they saw the Qing soldiers on the hillside panicked, they ran away, and they fled into the distance one after another, and many of them even threw away their armor and weapons.

"Rao...... Oh my life! ”

The two wounded soldiers were lying in a pool of blood, their eyes panicked.

Without waiting for Wang and Yao to step forward, the two patrolmen came up and stabbed a few shots, and the screams of the two wounded Qing soldiers stopped abruptly.

Seeing Wang Heyao's surprised gaze, the two patrolmen smiled awkwardly.

At this time, you can't be merciful.

An assault battle, but the courage of these patrolmen was unmistakable.

"Third child, calm down, I'm in front!"

Seeing Li Xingzhong's loader trembling, Wang and Yao Lang persuaded him.

He saw clearly just now that when he assassinated the Qing soldiers, Li Xingzhong seemed to be a little lacking in courage, otherwise he would not have stabbed the other party's vital point, but was only injured.

However, this shot was stabbed out after all, and it was stabbed down twice in a row, just like the fight of "Nan Batian".

It's enough to face the enemy and have the courage to resist!

Wang and Yao stacked the corpses of the Qing soldiers in two piles, and the artillery was set up between the corpses, and the corpse piles could also act as a barrier.

"Old Five, okay!"

Li Xingzhong's hands trembled, and he finally loaded the Zi Gong and the primer.

Wang Heyao looked into the distance, countless Qing soldiers howled and rushed towards the high slope, and some archers opened their bows and arrows, rushing forward, their eyes were hideous, and the momentum was menacing.

"Pong! Disheveled! ”

Without waiting for Wang and Yao to speak, the two Franc cannons opened fire together, two puffs of green smoke curled, and the iron pills roared out of the storm.

The shotgun flew, destroying the withering and decaying, hitting an arc, and the rushing crowd fell down.

"Steady, two or three more shots, and the Tartars will escape!"

Wang Heyao knows that the more critical the moment, the more stable it is, the better the effect.

"Yes, instructor!"

The dog nodded and said, his voice trembling a little.

has no father and mother, and he has a bad life, but he was trained by Wang Heyao.

"Don't worry, Old Five!"

As soon as the shot was fired, there was a piece of emptiness in front of him, and Li Xingzhong's mood was also relaxed for the most part.

He didn't even expect that yesterday he was still on duty on the city wall, calm and calm, and on the second day, he was bloody in the mountains and wilderness, killing people like hemp.

This test of the two heavens of ice and fire is too direct and too fast!

Among the Qing soldiers, some outlaws braved the artillery fire, leaving many corpses along the way, but there were still some soldiers who approached the high slope.

Suddenly, Lao Huang stood up, opened his bow and shot, he changed his position, looking for the tree and the place to hide, shooting as he walked, and in an instant, several outlaws were shot to the ground, and none of the feather arrows missed.

Wang Heyao's heart was cold. The accuracy of this archery can really be said to be the level of the Olympic champions and runners-up in later generations, but the arm strength is far stronger.

In the world, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, this old Huang has a bitter face all day long, but his force value is comparable to that of Huang Zhong of the Three Kingdoms.

This guy, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, was buried by this era.

The sound of "crackling" fire guns sounded, Zheng Siming and others stood up, and 15 bird guns fired together, and suddenly more than a dozen green battalion soldiers fell.

The bird guns fought three rounds in a row, and the Qing army of twenty or thirty people fell, and more green battalion soldiers surrounded it.

"Thorn!"

Zheng Siming and the others jumped out of the grass and changed their spears. More than a dozen of their spears stabbed sharply, and the first seven or eight green battalion soldiers fell in response.

The people stood in a row, spears stacked on top of each other, or two or three against one. The Qing soldiers who came over, without exception, were stabbed to the ground one after another, and their flesh and blood flew sideways.

It's just two or three faces, and there are twenty or thirty more Qing soldiers on the ground who are either dead or wounded. Fifteen pikemen, forcing seventy or eighty Qing soldiers to retreat one after another, in a hurry.

Wang Heyao nodded lightly. Compared with the spearmanship, the courage to fight head-on is more important.

"Whoosh! Sou! ”

The Qing soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and they retreated one after another, dozens of Qing soldiers fired arrows together, the distance was too far, and the lethality was not enough, and they fell several meters and tens of meters in front of everyone, but there were still several patrolmen who were shot down, Zheng Siming was also hit by an arrow, although he was protected by armor, but he didn't know how injured he was.

Lao Huang again, shot out in a row, shot over three or four people, but more Qing troops rushed to the front.

It can be seen that Zheng Siming and others are small in number, and the Qing army is also desperate and is about to play with their lives.