"Pong! Disheveled! ”

Two cannons rang out, the archers were swept over, the ghosts cried wolf, and the other archers were frightened, lying on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

"Fuck these shit!"

Seeing Zheng Siming and others being shot down, Wang Heyao's eyes turned red.

The sound of artillery continued, and when the fifth was hit, the hillside was full of corpses and wounded, and the remaining Qing soldiers lay on the ground and crawled forward.

Two more shots, the table where the officials drank tea was torn apart, the Eight Banners soldiers with lightning rods fell to the ground, and an official hiding behind the camp tent was shot by broken wooden thorns, covered with blood, fell to the ground and covered his face, and howled.

Wang Heyao could see clearly that the injured and screaming seemed to be the official who was sitting behind the table just now, calmly drinking tea.

What an unexpected surprise!

Seeing Zheng Siming waving his hand, several injured patrolmen struggled to get up, and it seemed that there was no big problem, Wang Heyao breathed a sigh of relief.

Armor is always the best way to protect.

"Keep firing!"

Wang Heyao looked at the ammunition box barrel and secretly called it lucky.

Fortunately, the Qing army brought enough guns and gunpowder.

"Don't worry, Old Five, it's really enjoyable!"

Li Xingzhong laughed and said a foul word.

Seeing that he loaded ammunition unusually quickly, and the artillery hit accurately and quickly, it seemed that he had knocked over a group of Eight Banners soldiers.

Obviously, Li Xingzhong's nervousness just now is gone.

Wang He Yao was dumbfounded. After a vicious battle, did the handsome Li Xingzhong inspire courage, or did he become a bloodthirsty maniac?

The hillside was flat, there was no hiding place, and the artillery fired six rounds, and in each round of shelling, more than a dozen Qing soldiers fell to the ground, and after six rounds, hundreds of Qing soldiers were already killed or wounded.

Another round of artillery, and the screams of more than a dozen Qing soldiers, the Qing soldiers seemed to be unable to bear it, and they escorted the wounded officials and retreated down the mountain in a hurry.

And those who fled to the front were also those "lightning rod" flag soldiers.

At least a hundred people, and they escaped?

Zhao Guohao, Zheng Siming and others were stunned, their eyes were as open as eggs.

"This Tartar soldier, there is really nothing to be afraid of!"

Zhao Guohao shook his head, the head of the gun was bloodstained.

"It seems that the spear stabbing technique still needs to be practiced well!"

Another patrol Ding Huzi was heartfelt.

"The Tartars are back!"

The injured Liu Wenshi pointed to the mountain and shouted loudly.

The sound of Mingjin collecting troops came, and countless Qing troops retreated from the mountain, and they fled all the way, and the surging crowd went straight to the bottom of the mountain.

"Look at what? Finish the shot! ”

Wang Heyao shouted loudly.

"Look at me!"

Li Xingzhong was even more energetic, and the black cloth on his face couldn't stop the coquettishness between his eyebrows.

"Third child, I'll give you a nickname!"

Ming Jin withdrew his troops, Wang Heyao felt funny while relaxing, and said loudly on the side.

"What's the nickname?"

After Li Xingzhong finished speaking, he lit the wire, covered his ears, and hid aside.

The sound of artillery was like thunder, and Wang Heyao, who was covering his ears, was also frightened. The crowd of Qing soldiers who retreated to the bottom of the mountain was again a group of people on their backs.

"Cannon God!"

Wang Heyao shouted loudly.

"This nickname, I Li San likes it!"

Li Xingzhong laughed, carefully installed the gun, and lit the wire again.

The two patrolmen next to him looked at Li Xingzhong, looked at each other, and each made a grimace.

Is this guy crazy?

The sound of artillery continued, and the retreating Qing soldiers suffered countless casualties, and they cried for their fathers and mothers, like lost dogs, and they didn't even have the courage to turn their heads and fight, so they just fled.

Thousands of men and horses, the mountain roads are rugged, once the army loses its formation, even those who want to fight will be swept up in the torrent of the rout, and they can't help but go down the mountain. Countless Qing soldiers were squeezed down, tripped up, and then trampled by countless feet, and never stood up again.

And behind them, countless bandits brandished their weapons, chased wildly, fired firearms, feathered arrows whistling, swords and spears, like chopping melons and vegetables, and soon chased to the thin neck of the hillside. Li Xingzhong hit down with a few shots, but no Qing soldiers dared to come up and rush to kill.

It's too late to escape, who will resist?

The Qing army fled frantically, and many people were squeezed down the hillside and fell into the deep valleys on both sides, and the cries and cries were terrifying.

Wang Heyao's heart was beating in shock. Such a bloody battlefield, thousands of people fighting, and countless casualties, it is really chilling.

No wonder Wu Sangui is like a bamboo, the peaceful days have been too long, and it is strange that these guys will not be defeated with one blow!

"These officers and soldiers are probably not the elite of the Qing army!"

Looking at the fleeing Qing army, which was unorganized and in a mess, Zheng Siming, who had returned to the high place, frowned and said.

"The elite of the Qing army are fighting with Geng Jingzhong, they are all in southern Zhejiang, and they will not be here. This should be the local green camp. ”

Wang Heyao smiled lightly, and the conversation changed.

"What about the elite, it's right!"

Zheng Siming frowned and laughed softly.

A group of bandits was particularly fierce, they rode their horses and charged down, fierce and vicious, rampage, a color of machetes, killing the Qing soldiers and ghosts crying wolves, scattered and fled for their lives. The beard of the first person was particularly fierce, like a black tower, as if the killing god had descended, unstoppable.

"Two masters!"

Zheng Siming tore off the black cloth on his face, waved his arms, and shouted excitedly.

"Squat! You don't want to die! ”

Wang Heyao ripped Zheng Siming off and frowned.

"Quickly cover the black cloth and don't get carried away!"

In case of a stray bullet and a hidden arrow, Zheng Siming did not die in vain.

This bearded man is so brave in battle, if the other party is a round of guns, or a feather arrow, isn't it in vain?

Zheng Siming smiled awkwardly and quickly covered his face with a black cloth

There are many people, and the Qing soldiers have not retreated, is this the time to show their identity?

These people are upright officers and soldiers! My eldest brother is really careless.

The bearded man came over, and the people and horses were drenched in blood, and he laughed when he saw the people with black cloth covering their faces.

He dismounted and walked straight over and patted Wang Heyao on the shoulder.

"Brother, the military situation is urgent, while the Qing Demon is escaping, we will directly attack the mountain!"

It seems that although Wang Heyao's face is covered with black cloth, he can't escape his eyes.

Wang Heyao was stunned for a moment and blurted out.

"The second master, hundreds of people chasing thousands of people, isn't this too risky?"

"Brothers, don't worry, there are not only brothers from Dalan Mountain on the mountain, but also other cottages, seven or eight hundred brothers will not be a problem to deal with more than two or three thousand demons. Besides......"

He looked around and lowered his voice.

"There is an envoy from Geng Jingzhong in Fujian, who wants to contact all the heroes of Siming Mountain to oppose the Qing Dynasty together. Dalan Mountain is now a thorn in the side of the Qing Demon, we have to leave and retreat to Xiangshan first! ”

Xiangshan is in Ningbo Mansion, close to the sea, with many mountains, it seems that Hu Shuangqi and these people have already thought of a way out.

Wang Heyao suddenly realized, hugged his fists and said: "The second master is precious!" ”

It turned out to be an envoy of Geng Jingzhong, no wonder the Qing army was so fanfareful.

To resist the Qing Dynasty, all factions have gathered.

"By the way, I almost forgot!"

The second master waved his hand to Zheng Siming and the others, turned around and was about to leave, but stopped and patted his forehead.

"Brother, inside the cottage, there is a gift for you. It's very troublesome for my brother to take with you, and it may be good for you to watch it! ”

The second master carefully explained the place, and then took people away. Hundreds of bandits hugged a few Han people in Hanfu and scarves, and killed them down the mountain.

Wang Heyao secretly thought about it, these few people who didn't have braids should be Geng Jingzhong's envoys.

"Wang Tou, is this bearded man a good guy or a bad guy?"

The thin monkey stepped forward and asked cautiously.

Just hit. When the cannon was fired, he was stunned, the officers and soldiers of the court were hit by the cannon, and the bearded man was chased and killed.

"Whether the beard is good or bad, it depends on how you divide it."

Wang Heyao said meaningfully, and at the same time his heart was confused.

In the cottage, what gifts did the second master leave?