Dozens of war horses came running, trampling on the snow.

All of them were carrying big ropes and dancing wildly. The iron hooks and claws on them turned, and a dazzling cold light was shining.

A large number of bandits were gathered shouting, and the archers covered and shot arrows, and the sword and shield hands were ready to attack afterwards. Jiao Shan bandits were indeed unique.

Yang He withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice: "Everything is ready, I will only hit you when I shout and beat you!"

Just like the first time the guns were queuing, all the firearms team members squatted behind the hanghouses, with dark bird guns mounted on the mercedes, and tried to keep their heads down.

With the experience of shooting earlier, everyone has become much more calm.

Then the remaining four rows squatted behind the first row, holding his own bird gun, just waiting for the order.

The sound of arrows shooting on the hanging baffle, and the "swish" arrows kept drilling in through the baffle hole and flew over the heads of the squatting firearms team members.

However, everyone didn't say a word, just waited quietly.

There were also killer soldiers hiding behind the wall. Two people were in groups, one with ten thousand enemies and the other with fire. After igniting, they were thrown out of the wall and blowing the bandits outside to death.

There are two million enemies here, which is enough for the bandits outside to drink a pot.

Soon, dozens of horse thieves rushed towards them, and the leaders were three bandits. They all looked a little similar, but they were actually led by the three brothers of the Zhang family. It seemed that they were determined to capture Zhuangzi.

Yang He had a cold look, and he said in a deep voice: "Everything is stabilized, and I will only open the fire after I order."

Han Guaner, Luo Xianjue and other firearm soldiers in the first row squatted quietly, facing the muzzle outside. From the outside perspective, the underside of the hanging baffle was dark, and it was still difficult to see whether there was a gun inside to hide from people.

The bandits and archers outside just blindly shot arrows at the cliffs.

Soon, twenty-five horse-riding thieves rushed towards them. Each of them carried thick ropes and heavy iron hooks and claws in their hands, and they were about to throw a bridge.

Inspection inspector Deng was about to jump out of his heart, but Yang He was still motionless, but he emphasized in a deep voice: "Everyone is aimed at it, if you are not sure to hit people, just hit them horses."

Soon, Jiaoshan bandits rushed to the front of the suspension bridge, and suddenly they shouted loudly, and the big rope in their hands flew over.

The iron hook and iron claws hooked the suspension bridge and the "tuk" sounded randomly. Twenty-five ropes were hooked accurately on the suspension bridge. Then the horse thieves all turned around, tied the ropes to their saddles. With a loud shout, they began to whip the horses under their crotch and dragged them hard.

When these fat war horses exerted force, especially twenty-five war horses exerted force. The power was so strong. The suspension bridge creaked, the iron chains collapsed tightly, and even the soil on the village wall swayed, as if they were about to be pulled and torn apart in a blink of an eye.

The bandits outside the village cheered loudly. They all held weapons and howled, waiting for the suspension bridge to be destroyed and then attacked the village to have fun.

Amid the creaking and cheering of the suspension bridge, at this moment, Yang He shouted loudly: "Milt gun, let it go!"

A deafening fire was fired along the village gate and at the ten mercers on both sides, and violent flames burst out, followed by thick smoke of gunpowder.

The smoke of gunpowder was so strong that after it exploded, it soon spread out, and the marble of this village wall was soon covered with rolling white mist.

Seven or eight off guard thieves fell off the horses screaming and the horses shot, and the bodies neighed in blood all over their bodies, and they were frightened and jumped wildly.

“Second row, release!”

In just a moment, Yang He's cold and harsh call sounded again. At the marble walls, there was another deafening sound of gunfire. The rolling smoke spewed out the marble, and the white smoke became thicker and thicker.

Five or six at a loss-willed horse thieves screamed and rolled down. The parts of their shot were shot freed up with huge blood mist. After they rolled onto the ground, they screamed miserably. The huge power of the projectile made the horse thieves who were shot so angry.

There were more horses shot. Near the suspension bridge, there was a shrill neighing of war horses. They jumped wildly and wanted to leave this place.

However, earlier, the horse thieves connected the rope to the saddle, and they jumped but could not leave the suspension bridge.

The horse thief who had not been shot was stunned, and they opened their mouths wide. The sudden deafening sound of gunfire made them cold all over, and their hair was trembling. They were all stunned. Some people wanted to ride the horse away, but found that they could not move.

Earlier, they tied the rope to the saddle, and then hooked the iron hook at one end on the suspension bridge, which was equivalent to tieing themselves up with a life-threatening rope.

They were in a hurry to untie the rope, and at this time, a deafening platoon broke out at the mercedes.

A few more horse thieves rolled to the ground, vomiting blood and foaming at their mouths, feeling in pain and wailing shrill.

"The fourth row of fire guns, let it go!"

Another row of gunfire sounds, and a large amount of gunpowder smoke ruthlessly spewed outwards at the perforations of each mercedes.

At this time, all the bandits outside were stunned. Their cheers had already stopped abruptly. They all stared at the screams of the most elite horse soldiers in their village, and the precious war horses were also shot one by one, whining in blood.

“Fifth row, release!”

After the last row of gunfires, it seemed that there were no horse thieves outside the suspension bridge who were fighting on horseback, and there were also a large number of dull and frightened thieves nearby.

"Top!"

The matter was not over, and the bandits outside were horrified and suddenly followed the call, and thirty or forty black and round things were thrown out from behind the walls.

Each one is extremely huge, with a handle at one end and a long rope at the other end. At this time, each rope is sizzling and sizzling.

These things were thrown into the crowd, and the bandits were scattered. Of course they knew what these were.

Those gathered near the suspension bridge were old thieves, swords, shields, archers, and the old bandits who held various weapons.

They are well-informed and of course they know that this is a very sharp firearm, with thousands of enemies.

They screamed and were about to run, but suddenly there were loud bangs. Hundreds of thousands of enemies exploded, countless broken iron, and many caltrops, and gravels flew with the thick smoke.

The power of ten thousand enemies is extraordinary. Even if they are not killed on the spot, they will definitely be seriously injured, and it is even more common to have a bloody blow.

Hundreds of thousands of enemies exploded, and bandits rolled around, all of whom were rolling on the ground and wailing shrillly.

"Top!"

Yang He shouted loudly again, and another thirty or forty black enemies threw them out from behind the walls.

There were another violent explosion, and countless bandits rolled on the ground and howled shrillly.

"Top!"

Another raindrop-like enemy was thrown out, and the bandits howled and ran for life like a tide.

After throwing three formations of ten thousand enemies, more than a hundred, Yang He did not order to throw them again because the bandits had already started running.

At this time, the effect of throwing it out is not obvious. After all, the enemy of ten thousand people is too big and it will not be thrown far.

There was a cheer on the village, and the bandits fled. Yang He looked at the scene of bandits and wolves running below, and his heart was also fluctuating, and he won!

With less than five hundred old and weak young and strong guarding the countryside, there were 1,788 bandits, and the result was that they were in great victory.

Now, it is time to harvest the fruits of victory. After all, the biggest result is caused by the pursuit.

However, there were still many bandits, so Yang He was still cautious. He ordered the old and weak to defend the city with the Firearms Team. Inspection Commissioner Deng and others could not fight, and they were on the wall of the village. Then the remaining commando and killer team were left to fight with him.

He ordered the suspension bridge to be put down, and then everyone went down the wall. Yang He held a long sabre, wearing an iron helmet and armor, and a dark red sable fur and surrounded the collar cloak. Beside him was Chen Qiuao, Han Daxia was guarding with a sword and shield, and then Yang Chen, Hu Juye and others followed.

There was also a meeting with Zhang Chugong, Zhang Chujing, Zhang Songtao and others, all wearing armor and thick cloaks, with extremely elite troops.

Then there were dozens of young and strong killers behind him, all full of murderous intent.

The village gate opened, Yang He looked at the situation outside the village, and he shook his sabre and shouted: "Everyone, follow me to kill the thief!"

Everyone was excited and shouted: "Kill the thief!"
Chapter completed!