Chapter 429: He Ping, the Salt Owl Who Eats People

As soon as the planks fell, the firecrackers could be beaten with impunity.

A large cover plate on the wall of the wall was lifted, revealing hundreds of shooting holes, and a hundred firecrackers all stretched out their birds.

"Bumper bumper bumper!"

A large cloud of white smoke rose and the fire bolt fired.

Their guns are still mainly smoothbore guns, because making rifling is still a very difficult thing for Gaojiacun, handmade, the speed is very slow, and the configuration of rifled gunners is not much now.

Moreover, there is a big problem of "very slow reloading" of rifled guns, the loading speed is two or three times slower than that of smoothbore guns, and when dealing with a large number of rogues army, the loading speed of rifled guns is still a little unable to keep up, so Gaojiacun still uses smoothbore guns as the main force.

A hundred muskets fire together, bullets fly blindly, and the Gate of Destiny Stone will randomly select a hapless to receive the buckshots, while the wooden wall that has been destroyed by the grenades is powerless to protect the hapless ones.

In an instant, the bandits in the front row fell down.

The people of Gaojia Village now use this grenadier to destroy the shield wall and then replace it with a firecracker attack, which is already handy.

Immediately after a round of attacks, the Musketeers began to reload.

These soldiers would have been a little panicked if they faced the thieves who were directly rushing in the face, but now they were hiding behind the wooden wall, only attacking through a shooting hole, and the wall made them feel very full, and they were not afraid of the bandits' bows and arrows to return fire.

In this reassuring situation, the psychology is relatively stable, and the speed of reloading will be quite stable, operating according to the speed of training, and completing a complete set of real actions in thirty seconds, without frowning......

At the same time, the thief's side was not idle.

They had long been mentally prepared for the fact that there were firecrackers in the stockade, although the inexplicable little black ball caught them off guard, but this round of firecrackers did not scare them.

The word "food" mobilized by Lao Zhang Fei before the war is now burning in their minds and burning their minds.

A group of bandits simply threw the wooden plank in their hands, this thick and heavy thing affected their performance, and they also wanted it a hammer, after throwing it away, the body was light, and there was only a dozen zhang distance left, so bury your head and rush!

At this distance, as long as you run with all your might, isn't it a matter of ten or twenty blinks?

The hordes of bandits screamed and rushed over.

This time, the speed is hierarchical.

The border soldiers and guards wearing armor on their bodies will rush more slowly, but those ordinary miscellaneous fish soldiers who do not have ground armor will rush faster, and in the blink of an eye ten times, someone will rush to the wall, the gate of the wall......

At this time, the second round of the firecrackers had not yet been loaded.

A bandit slammed into the wooden door, trying to rely on his own weight to knock the door open, but how could the door of the village tied with the whole tree trunk be so easy to open, the man slammed hard, and the door only shook slightly.

In the gap between the two tree trunks, a spear suddenly stretched out and stabbed the bandit with a pop, and the bandit screamed and fell.

"The gate is not easy to break! There is a small hole in this door, and a spear will come out. ”

Someone shouted, "Climb the wall." ”

There were no guards on the wall, and it was an easy thing to climb the wall, and a group of lightly armed bandits immediately began to climb the wall, but at this time, when the time of thirty seconds was up, the shooting hole on the wall opened the cover again, and the bird guns stretched out from it, shooting almost zero distance, bumper bumper!

There was a chaotic sound, and the bandits who rushed to the wall suddenly fell again.

After this round, the musketeers will not have a chance to reload.

All the musketeers began to retreat, leaving behind the wall.

And the spearmen, who had been idle and bored, stepped up at this time, raised their crossbows, which had already been wound, and aimed them at the wall.

As soon as one of the bandits climbed the wall, he heard the sound of a bowstring ringing, and a crossbow arrow shot in the middle of his face with a pop, and the bandit screamed and fell down.

Soon, however, another thief reached the wall.

The thing was quite clever, and as soon as he probed it, he immediately shrank his head down again, and a few crossbow arrows grazed his scalp, and then he resurfaced, laughed, and tumbled down.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, at least three spears stabbed him at the same time.

The cavalry were on the side of the stockade, glancing at the battle situation here, it seemed a little tight, and a few cavalrymen were a little panicked: "General, are we going to help?"

Old Nanfeng shook his head: "Wait a little longer for the cavalry battalion, don't move!" ”

I saw thieves popping up at various locations along the wall.

At this time, the grenadiers are not needed, throwing grenades at this distance will only injure their own people by mistake, Gao Chuwu roared, slipped down from the arrow tower, took off the thick-backed machete given to her by Xing Hongwolf from her back, and swept it with one sword, cutting a bandit into two in an instant.

On the other side, by the wall of the common people's area, there were also bandits who climbed over the wall.

A group of ordinary people here, holding farm tools, are a little afraid to go up.

The war monk shouted "hey" and rushed forward, the whistle stick in his hand danced a stick flower, and the two bandits who had just come over were knocked to the ground by a chaotic stick before they could figure out what was happening.

War Monk: "Ami steals Buddha!" Don't ....... anymore."

Before he could finish his sentence, the people behind him rushed forward, and the hoes and nails were hammered indiscriminately, and the two bandits were beaten into meat sauce.

War monk: "You ....... the poor monk has already put down the butcher's knife and doesn't kill the living, these two lives shouldn't be counted as killed by the poor monk, right?"

"Master, don't get tangled...... The thief is here again......"

A farmer yelled.

The war monk turned his head and just saw a bandit who climbed the wall of the village and threw a flying knife at him, he didn't know what kind of trick it was, he actually threw a flying knife on the battlefield, the war monk hurriedly turned his head to dodge, but he was still a little slower to hide, and the flying knife slashed through his face, gently cutting a hole.

The war monk reached out and touched the blood on his face.

"Ahh See blood. The two little monks from the Pufu Temple exclaimed: "Oh no, the master of the war monk saw the blood, and the people around him quickly dodged away and withdrew from the master's side." ”

Everyone: "??? ”

I saw that the expression of the war monk changed instantly, from an amiable monk to a fierce Arhat in an instant.

The two eyes also turned blood-red, and a thick murderous aura rose in the whole body, as if a bloodthirsty demon had just been released from the underworld: "Who?" Who the fuck would dare to put Lao Tzu's blood? Haven't you heard the name of Lao Tzu? He Ping, a man-eating salt lord, when Lao Tzu killed people like hemp, your grandchildren were not born yet.

He Ping waved the whistle stick, hit the ground, and hit the head of a bandit to the point that his brain burst, and then turned around, the whistle stick made it look like a spear, and the tip of the stick stabbed on the throat of a bandit, and the sound of the throat bone shattering sounded...

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