As the name suggests, this is a street market formed by traders selling leather goods.

On both sides of the street, there are many stalls and shops for the fur traders to sell their goods. Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and everyone has to keep the New Year at home on such a big day, and naturally there are not many ordinary people left in Pishi Street. Even if there are people here, when they spied on the soldiers here, they had already sneaked away from the path in the dark.

At this time, Pishi Street was no longer the noisy and bustling street market of the past, but a Shura field full of blood and fire. Zhang Shicheng and more than a thousand Daming soldiers fought here, and the sky-high fires, shouts of killing, and the sound of blade clashing from the stalls and shops together made this Chinese New Year's Eve stained with a layer of war panic.

The two armies are completely glued together!

"Despicable Ming Dog! Don't you have the dignity of a sergeant? ”

"There's a kind of head-on battle with your grandfather!"

Holding a mountain opening knife in both hands, the third Zong Laosan, who was dressed in step armor, was like a demon god, rushing left and right in the Ming army array.

But that's all, no matter where he collided, there was always a team of more than a dozen Wang Wei staring at him, using boring palladium, spears, and shields to stop his mountain knife, and the big sticker behind him from time to time under the cover of the shield, and smashing him with a mace, and retracted after smashing.

Straight he screamed.

"Don't pay attention to the other party's provocation, and still respond to the enemy with the battle!" Knowing how powerful he was, Di Meng stood in the center of the formation to maintain the calm of his comrades. He can be regarded as relieved, Fang Cai wants to win people with his personal martial arts and bravery, it is a wrong choice at all, relying on the weakening of the formation layer by layer, the way to win.

"What the hell is this...... What exactly is the formation? ”

In the back compartment, Ma Fengsun, who was standing beside Zhang Ren, was dumbfounded. The group of young armor soldiers on the opposite side were clearly a group of recruits, and those Ming soldiers who only wore leather armor were not the elite of a hundred battles.

Although the number of people on his side is small, they are all dead soldiers left by King Cheng in the past, and all of them are good men who are ten with one as ten!

But except for the chaos when the two armies met at the beginning, the group of recruits on the opposite side quickly gained a firm foothold and fought back and forth with their side.

Specifically, after the enemy put on that strange formation!

He Ma Fengsun was also a resourceful strategist, otherwise he would not have received the burden of pretending to be a merchant and secretly developing his power in the city. But Rao is familiar with military books and battle strategies, but he has never seen such a peculiar formation. I saw that there were about ten soldiers in each small formation of the opponent, divided into joint attacks, as if they were one person. There are often only a dozen people, but they can completely suppress the dead soldiers of the Zhang family who are far more numerous than themselves!

And these dozens of small formations seem to be unrelated, but they faintly form a large formation, covering each other, advancing and retreating freely. Occasionally, a few people relied on their martial arts to fight into their formation, but after a while, they quietly died!

This seemingly loose array, like a meat grinder, mercilessly devours the lives of its own dead soldiers!

"Ahem, ahem, damn it! It's so cramped! If it is in a wide place, I will take a dozen people to form a formation, rush up and run over this bird formation......" I don't know how many times the third Zong Lao San was forced to come back, and there was already blood in the phlegm.

The young general, who led more than a dozen people to bite him to death, had a tendency to drag him directly to death. The mace smashed on the armor, and even though the armor was extremely thick, he was still smashed with some internal injuries.

If Zhu Su was here, he would definitely praise him for his insight. This mandarin duck formation was originally a formation to deal with melee, and the combat formation of the armed police in later generations with the backing and back sticks and the front and back guns also evolved from the mandarin duck formation.

In such street battles, the mandarin duck formation suitable for melee has a miraculous effect. But if it is rushed with a dignified military formation, the loose formation of the mandarin duck formation will be a little unbearable.

However, Pishi Street is already narrow, and there are stalls and shops everywhere, so how can they list any goose-shaped array and crane wing formation?

Once the scene dragged into a melee, Wu Wangwei and Wei Suojun stood firm!

"Then the ladies of the Chen family, they are so eye-catching and low-handed! What do you say here must be omission, Zhu Su Xiao'er's Wu Wangwei is lying here! It's clear that we've been tricked! In an irritable mood, Zong Laosan couldn't help but complain loudly.

"That'...... What now? ”

"Why don't you withdraw first, find an opportunity to ...... again" At this point, Zhang Ren couldn't care about defending Chen Hui, and asked in a panic, his eyes couldn't help but glance back.

Ma Fengsun and Zong Laosan glanced at each other, and a flash of disappointment flashed in their eyes.

"Young master." Ma Fengsun arched his hand. "Although it is a plan, we can't retreat from this situation."

"If we retreat this time, there will be no hope for our revival......

"When the hearts of the people in the city are clear, the general trend has gone...... Zhu Su Xiao'er will definitely not give me another chance! ”

"Today, you must think of a plan to burn the grain and grass in the preparation warehouse!"

Ma Fengsun gritted his teeth. As long as the reserve warehouse is burned, the people in the city will be in chaos. There is chaos in the city, so the soldiers of the second prince who are watching outside will come to the city, and maybe they can knock down this Suzhou Mansion.

As long as the second son can succeed, even if his people die here with the young master today, it will be ......

Anyway, they are all the descendants of King Cheng!

"Do you want to continue to rush through?" Zhang Ren didn't know what Ma Fengsun was thinking, but his face turned pale with horror by the flesh and blood field in front of him. "There are ambushes here, God knows if there are any ambushes in the reserve warehouse?"

"If there's still there, what's the use of us killing them?"

"There must be no ambush in the reserve warehouse!" What Ma Fengsun said was categorical. "These people are all the troops that Zhu Su'er can mobilize!"

"Besides, my eyeliner has already been reported, Zhu Su'er, I have indeed concentrated all the people in the city who can speak in that building."

"Even if there are soldiers, Xiao'er's subordinates, there is no prestige enough to command the troops!"

"I haven't seen anyone ambushing here, it's just a team leader under Xiao'er, just a hairy boy?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Renzong's three elders were all stunned. Yes, the people who have the prestige to command the army are all in that building.

The one who set up this kind of burden was just a hairy boy under the command of Zhu Su'er, and the guards were coming to bear it.

So where does Xiao'er still have the manpower to set up another layer of ambush soldiers in the grain depot?

"So, as long as we can rush into the reserve warehouse, it doesn't take many people to burn that reserve warehouse to the ground?" Zong Laosan's eyes flashed fiercely.

"Exactly!" Ma Fengsun nodded heavily. "As long as you can cross this Longtan tiger's den regardless of the cost."

"Even if there are only a dozen people left, we will also win!"

"......" Zong Laosan gritted his teeth, and a bloody smell spread in his mouth between his teeth.

"That's it, old horse."

"Leave me a hundred people, and you lead the young master and the others to withdraw first......"

When Zhang Ren heard this, his face was happy, but Ma Fengsun was puzzled.

"Lao Zong, what did you say? I didn't mean to just kill ......."

"I'm not letting you slip away." Zong Laosan patiently explained.

"Minggou must have blocked the Golden Mother Bridge, even if we rush through this, we may not be able to rush over the bridge."

"Since you have concluded that the warehouse is defenseless, then Minggou's troops must be scattered around here."

"In that case, it's better to think about bypassing Minggou."

"I'll take someone to stop Minggou after breaking off here. You and the young master led the people to find a shallow water, and swam over to burn the reserve warehouse. ”

"If someone chases, leave a few more people to break ......"

Ma Fengsun was stunned. Looking down, if you only send a dozen people to the preparation warehouse, this method is really feasible.

Although he swam across the river in winter, if he was bumped into by the Ming army, he would almost be dead. But if it is broken into pieces, as long as it is not chased and killed by the Ming army, you can always run a few!

There's a lot to be done!

"But, you ...... like this," Ma Fengsun still hesitated.

"Isn't it just a hundred or ten catties of meat? King Cheng has a great kindness to me, and I have already sold him this life. Zong Laosan said with a smile.

"If you can survive, remember to burn a few stacks of paper money every year and send them to the bottom to spend flowers for me and my brothers!"

(End of chapter)