The cavalry, who was chasing her head in a hurry, finally caught up with the convoy 30 miles away from Baoying County, but found that there was an inexplicable roadblock in front of her, and there were hundreds of spears on the roadblock, pointing at her densely, like a hedgehog.

This was the scene that the cavalry did not want to see the most, so they whirled half a mile away and stalked their feet.

"Eunuch Lu, do you want to attack him?" Ma Huabao, the general with a fat face, said fiercely.

Lu Jiude frowned slightly, thinking where did this soldier come out and ruin my big deal?

He was the eunuch of Fengyang, and the imperial army in Jiangbei was under his jurisdiction. There would never be an army in Baoying County that he didn't even know.

"Let Yin Song go up and ask."

Ma Huabao nodded at his deputy general Yin Song, and Yin Song took seven or eight horses to ride, and stopped about ten feet away from the roadblock.

"I am on the order of Lord Zhenfeilu of Huaifulu to arrest the fugitives!" Yin Song shouted sternly, "Whose soldiers are you, how dare you stop them?"

After a moment of silence behind the roadblock, someone spoke.

"No, your name is Yin Song, and you are the general under General Ma Huabao."

Yin Song was shocked. He was in Shandong all year round and retreated to Huai'an with Liu Zeqing a month ago. Why was he drunk when he showed up? Could it be that his Shandong accent revealed his identity?

There is no reason, you can't guess your name just by relying on your accent.

"Nonsense, there is a sign of Lord Lu here!" Yin Song became anxious, held up two small red flags, shouting, "If you don't give way, don't care who you are, and after breaking the barrier, kill them together!"

The prince-in-law, who saw Lu Zhenfei's order flag, stopped answering, looked around and said, "I'm talking to him here. No matter who you are, you shot him to death, rewarded him with a hundred taels of silver, and soldiers were registered as officials, and promoted to the next level."

The people from Shenji Camp immediately went to instigate Qi Sizhu. He was sure to hit every move at a distance of more than ten feet. Unfortunately, the prince-consort was not loud enough. With Qi Deaf's ears, he didn't hear clearly what the prince-consort wanted.

"You hold two small flags, aren't that great?" The prince-consin shouted to the outside again, "I have a flag, too, let's show you."

Yin Song outside was stunned and thought to himself, saying, "What do you mean you have a flag?" Then he saw the spear formation of roadblocks, and a spear slowly rose up. On the tip of the spear, there was a piece of rag that was neither gray nor black nor red.

"Yin Song, look carefully!" The voice of the man inside suddenly became cold, "How about my flag, what about the two sides of yours?"

Yin Song only felt that the rag looked familiar. He looked hard and realized that the rag on the tip of the spear was actually the patch on the chest of the official uniform. The black one was the embroidered bird, and the red one was made of blood.

In broad daylight, Yin Song felt a chill coming out of his heart, and the tonic attracted his gaze like some magic.

Suddenly, the bowstring sounded, and an arrow flew through the air with a low buzzing sound. When Yin Song was absent, he was not able to react, and before he could react, a heavy black arrow penetrated from his left shoulder and neck, and came out from his own frustration. He groaned, and he held the two flags in his hand, and flew down from his horse and fell to the ground, and he never moved again.

"Old Guan, good bow and arrow!" Chen Mingxi cheered, "I haven't seen you for a few years, and I haven't put aside the skills of heavy arrows at all!"

Zhou Shixian thought to himself that it was Guan Qisheng who took off his head. The power of this arrow was really a soul-striking. It seemed that he said at the post station that he could use a hard bow to use a heavy arrow, which was really not a brag.

The cavalry's formation was in a big uproar, and Yin Song's seven or eight cavalry followers tried to snatch his body away, but then a rain of arrows shot from the mountain bag, causing one death and one injury. The rest had to rush to return to the formation.

Ma Huabao was furious and wanted to burn it--the two armies fought against each other and came to the envoy, let alone just shouting something in front of the formation. Why was a deputy general shot to death by someone in vain?

This time, he could no longer bear it, and his cavalry broke out and rushed forward with loud shouts.

However, after the rage, the cavalry did not lose their minds and charge towards the spear. Instead, they pulled their bows and arrows, rushed to a cluster of more than ten feet away from the roadblock and shot at the spear formation. When an arrow was shot, it would never stop, and it would rotate like a lantern. The archers on the hills and inside the roadblock also began to fire arrows and fight back.

This is obviously a tactic that has been practiced. It was originally a disadvantage to shoot with cavalry and infantry bows, but because cavalry is always running and takes one strike, it is difficult for infantry bows to get the right head, so it also offsets the advantages of the archery bows to a considerable extent.

Moreover, Zhang Huangyan's army has not been trained for less than a year, so for archers, the shooting skills are still insufficient. Compared with the veterans under Ma Huabao who have experienced life and death on the battlefield, they are still a little immature after all.

As one goes up and down, although there are rattan soldiers who try their best to protect them, people in the spear formation are constantly injured and falling down. There are also soldiers who have hang color or even fallen horses among the opponent's cavalry, but in comparison, the enemy still has the advantage.

Zhang Huangyan had never seen such a fighting style, and he didn't know how to crack it for a while, but Zhou Shixian knew it in his mind, it was just a range problem.

He made a gesture to Wei Donglai. Wei Donglai was prepared for it. He divided the two teams of thirty guns, found the gap between the previous wave of arrows, ran forward, and stretched out the muzzle in the gap between the roadblocks. When the next group of cavalry turned around, before the arrows were fired, he heard the rogue of guns and fell down from the horse five or six.

After the first team had thirty guns, they immediately changed to the second team and came up as usual, and they also made it clear that the other wave of cavalry was also ready to fight.

After the two rounds of guns were released, the fierce cavalry could not help but slow down, not knowing whether they should continue to attack.

"Okay! Just fight like this!" Zhou Shixian was extremely satisfied. "I don't believe he doesn't feel sorry for him if I hit him for a few more rounds!"

Of course it will hurt. Zhou Shixian knew very well that in the army at this time, one of the so-called elite troops could be considered very good. Moreover, the army in the south had few horses and cared for the cavalry, so the cavalry troops were often considered elite.

Except for the more than 600 cavalrymen on the opposite side, there are undoubtedly two hundred of them who are Lu Jiude's personal soldiers, the other four hundred are mostly Ma Huabao's cavalry's family background, and they will definitely not continue to suffer losses like this.

"Report to the prince-consort," Wei Donglai showed a hesitant look on his face and said in a low voice, "We don't have much gunpowder."

Zhou Shixian's heart skipped a beat. After thinking about it carefully, it was true that when he left Beijing, there were two large trucks as ammunition supplies for the Shenji Camp. The gunpowder on one of the cars was used to blow up the second bridge when crossing Ziya River. The remaining support was enough to fight all the way to this day, and it was not easy for Wei Donglai to do so.

"Then... let's press the gun," Zhou Shixian said, "You, Qi Shizi, and Luo Xiucai shouted, "Don't shoot until the critical moment."

The so-called gun pressing means that the officer presses down the gun of a soldier and does not allow the fire. In fact, it means that the soldiers are no longer allowed to shoot freely, but that there must be an order from the officer to fire a shot.

However, when it comes to the gun press, it means that the firepower you can rely on can't last long. Zhou Shixian looked back at the convoy and a problem arose in his mind.
Chapter completed!