While his subordinates were taking turns to attack the miners, Qin Chuan sat comfortably on the ridge, drinking the broth while carefully looking at the surrounding environment.

Today's Luliang Mountains are not like the loess that are like later generations. Although it is October autumn, dark yellow dead grass can still be seen everywhere on the low and continuous ridges.

By the spring of the next year, these dead grass will turn into green grass, and there will be subalternative meadows on the mountains upwards.

The barren and hard-working Luliang Mountains can support a limited population, but they can support countless cattle and horses.

However, the government was seriously corrupt in the late Ming Dynasty. Whether it was officers and soldiers or gentry, the people of the people had long been accustomed to fish and meat. The horses that the horses raised for several years were forced to be recruited by the government but often could not get a penny of the remittance fee. In addition, the Little Ice Age was drought year after year and the food was scarce. The ice and snow on the meadows were unblocked slowly, resulting in fewer and fewer people raising horses.

According to what Lao Huang found out from the villagers, except for a group of horse herders in Lufan, there are no more villagers in the other villages who raise horses, and only some of the middle-aged households have a few horses in their homes.

Now, the group of horse herders in Yunding Mountain have fallen into the hands of Bashanhu. The horse farm is the territory of Bashanhu. I heard that there are horse herders to the south of Yunding Mountain, but that is Ren Liang's territory.

Before traveling through time, Qin Chuan had read some information and knew that Ren Liang was an extraordinary person. The leader of the bandits in the Luliang Mountains died and fled. He firmly stood firm on the three cliffs. After Jiannu entered the pass, he fought against the Qing Dynasty for decades. It was not until he was sold by his son in his twilight years that the Qing army broke through the village, and he himself died tragically at the hands of the Qing soldiers.

Qin Chuan admires people like Ren Liang from the bottom of his heart. He was so-called loyal ministers and generals like Hong Chengchou, who could only shave their hair and braid their tails in the end, while a traitor who was ruthless could not surrender under Jiannu's iron hooves.

By comparison, Qin Chuan still prefers to be a thief.

Horses must be raised, and the Genting Mountain Grassland must be obtained. He wants the saying of Lou Fanming's vest world to be reproduced, but now, he has to get the Black Mountain Mine first.

The battle against the heart had an effect. A group of old bandits in Jiujishan made up all kinds of experiences of suffering. After a series of speeches on the deeds that only when they met the Qin Daguan regained their light, a figure suddenly appeared on the wooden wall of the mine and ran towards the ridge at an extremely fast speed.

"Don't fire the gun, I'm willing to surrender, I'm willing to surrender..."

"Damn it!"

Meng Zhongsi was so angry that he jumped and shouted, "Hurry up, shoot the arrow, don't let the traitor run away."

Several crooked arrows were shot out from the arrow tower, and the best one with the correct head fell more than three feet behind the man's butt.

Of course, the old bandits in Jiujishan did not fire the gun, but greeted them with a smile on their faces. The leader was the honest old man who enthusiastically held the hands of the miner who escaped with big yellow teeth and smiled foolishly.

Then the half-baby, with a pair of round and convex eyes, was spinning around, and carefully looked at the miner up and down several times, then chattered about the other party's name, hometown, or marriage between parents and children at home, etc.

The scholar wearing a Confucian robe held a booklet in his hand and recorded it with a brush beside him. From time to time, he stuffed the tip of the pen into his mouth and dripped some saliva, making his mouth dark.

Finally, the strong man with copper bell leopard eyes came over with a bowl of broth, stuffed it into the miner's hand, and shouted: "After this bowl of soup, let's be brothers!"

The miner was so panicked that he trembled his hands and swallowed a large bowl of soup, meat and bones into his stomach, and then looked at the big pot on the ridge.

"Good brother!"

The bronze bell leopard slapped his shoulder with his eyes and almost pressed him to the ground.

Then, the miner was sent to the ridge like stars, and he was not so panicked until he sat down on a soft deer-skin mat.

With the first one, there will be the second one, and there will be the third, fourth and fifth one…

The miners who couldn't even eat enough food could not resist the temptation of broth, and they did not want to be beheaded. On the low and simple wooden wall, several miners occasionally came out and ran towards the mountain ridge as if they were dead.

Meng Zhongsi was so angry that he almost stomped the arrow tower and kept directing his men to shoot one and another, which made his people rush and didn't know which one to shoot. Among the forty or fifty miners who ran out, only three were shot by bows and arrows.

One of them fell down and never got up again, while the other two ran to the foot of the mountain ridge with arrows stuck on their bodies.

For them, all the old bandits in Jiujishan could do was to dig out the arrow with a knife, clean the wound with only twenty or thirty degrees of soju, and then use needles and threads to sew the wounds according to the method of the master's tutor. The last step was to leave the will of fate.

Meng Zhongsi knew that if this continued, hundreds of miners would definitely run away and could not sit still and wait for death.

So Meng Zhongsi hurriedly summoned people and personally led 300 miners out of the mine, and rushed towards the ridge in a crooked manner.

No miner was willing to take the lead, and he was all hiding behind as a turtle. Meng Zhongsi had no choice but to let the dozen guards he brought from Mengjiazhuang and some miners loyal to him in the mine.

With a large number of people, he was quite brave, and rushed forward with his sword and gun and shouted to kill Lian Tian.

Looking at the group of Shabi who were screaming and running to die, Qin Chuan threw away the flesh and bones, stood up, pulled out the long knife, pulled up the bamboo gun inserted into the ground, and turned over the horse.

"Brothers, kill the fuck."

"Kill the fuck."

Twenty-five old bandits of Jiuji Mountain formed an arrow-like charge formation, rode their horses straight from the ridge, and rushed down.

The dozens of miners who had just surrendered were staring at the ridge in amazement.

Cavalry is also thunder.

Since ancient times, those who win cavalry won the world, and cavalry tactics are fast, ruthless and accurate.

The speed of the group requires a certain acceleration distance.

To be cruel, you need a thunderous momentum.

Accurate means to see the weaknesses of the opponent's camp and give an extremely accurate blow.

Cavalry with these three elements will be invincible and usually use a small amount of troops to fight several times their enemy army.

There is a precedent for one hundred cavalry to break ten thousand enemy troops.

The old bandits in Jiuji Mountain occupied the favorable terrain, and the gentle slope of the ridge provided them with enough speed and momentum. Qin Chuan, as an arrow, had a pair of vicious eyes, staring at the weakness of the opponent's front, and led the twenty-five cavalry behind him to rush straight away.

Qin Chuan knew that if he retreated today, it would be difficult for him to capture the mine in the future.

If you can’t even take a mine, how can you take over the entire Luliang Mountain?

Twenty-five cavalry, like an arrow, penetrated into hundreds of miners' formations, stabbing the sparse team into each other.

The miners fled in a scream, trying to avoid the cavalry's charge.

After one passes through, the sharp arrow circled one and a half circles, and poked the chaotic formation again with the thunderous momentum.

The miners threw down their weapons one after another, some of them ran back, and ran around the mountains and fields.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

The sharp arrows scattered and surrounded the escaped miners.

The miners knelt on the ground, raised their hands to beg Lianlian.

The battle ended soon, and Qin Chuan had time to look down at his painful belly.

When he was charging, a spear passed through his stomach, and the pain almost fell off his horse.

After checking it, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was wearing a piece of cotton armor under his coat, and the spear did not penetrate the cotton armor.

"Nod."

Qin Chuan hurriedly looked around again and counted the old bandits on Jiuji Mountain who were still riding on horseback.

When Qin Chuan counted to the twenty-second one, his face darkened.

"The boss, I hurt three brothers." Song Zhiting rode over and said panting.

Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief again, but fortunately he was just injured.

"The boss..."

Luo Daniu suddenly heard a hoarse roar not far away.

Qin Chuan's heart tightened and turned his head to look at him. He saw Luo Daniu lying on the ground, looking at him with a serious expression.

Qin Chuan hurriedly rode his horse over, and when he got closer, he turned over and got off the horse. He saw a person lying on the ground. The head of a long spear was wearing a torn coat and cotton armor, sinking into his chest, and gurgling blood was coming out of the torn clothes.
Chapter completed!