The third master of Wolf had evil spirits on his face. All things in the world were born and restrained, and there was no unbreakable military formation in the world.

Although Mr. Lang has never read military books, he is considered a soldier. There are too many battles for more than 40 years, so the shield formation in front of him naturally has a way to break.

That's using a big stick.

In fact, it is best to use firearms, but without firearms, it is enough to use a big stick.

He strode on the ice, but with straw rope tied to the soles of his shoes, and then a dozen big stickers followed him.

Big sticks are widely equipped in the military, and everyone in the bronze bandits like to use them. If you stick them, you can make your opponent's mind bloom and also stab them. It is very skillful and sharp.

They yelled and forced them to go away, with layers of knife and axe drivers and shields covering their bodies, which was full of power.

Master Lang held the stick tightly and walked in front of him. His eyes showed fierce light, and he broke the turtle formation in one go.

Just as he walked to the middle of the glacier, he suddenly heard a raft of guns coming from the west of the position, and the sound was deafening. Master Lang was stunned. What's going on? Is there any other musketeers in the Xin'anzhuang position ahead?

He could hear clearly earlier that the thief of Xin'anzhuang in the Western Formation had fired two rows of guns. Although he was worried about the casualties of his brothers, he was fired two rows of guns. The casualties were acceptable. Unexpectedly, the sound of guns sounded again.

And one after another, the sound of guns was extremely fierce.

Finally, Master Lang's face turned pale when he heard this: "...Sixth Formation..."

Suddenly he heard the sharp sound of swans on the mountain bag sound again, and another violent volley shot came from the western formation.

The mighty power overshadowed all the sounds of gunfires in the past.

The third master of Wolf felt his feet trembling, and his hair was shaking. Looking around the bandits around him, they all looked like earth and looked extremely frightened.

I heard from the west side, in the storm, the brothers screamed in horror in the smoke. It was the sound of being extremely scared and throwing their armor.

"This, this..."

The third master of wolf stood blankly.

...

"Good fight!"

There was laughter and joy on the mountain buns, beside the big flags, Hu Jueye and Zeng Youyu laughed loudly, and Yang He also smiled on his face.

The last two rows of volleys were shot, with 150 Xin'an guns, and they were shot at a distance of 15 meters. They were indeed very good and the effect was very good, with huge casualties from bandits.

The bandits in the west have been beaten to the present day and have been evacuated with seven formations of guns. In fact, it is eight formations of guns. In the end, two rows of gun soldiers have combined, and each of them has fired four bullets.

According to the scene, the Xin'anzhuang firearms battle took three and a half rounds, which is very rare and is also the result of using a breeched grenade.

If you use a buzzer to fight, it is usually divided into three rows, three rows and one round. After the fight, you will be finished. Then there is basically nothing they have to do with it, and it depends on the hand-to-hand combat troops.

After all, even the most elite musketeer can only reload again if the loading speed of the bore gun is one minute. If the enemy on the opposite side rushes wildly, there will be no chance to reload and shoot.

The opportunity was not missed. Seeing the bandits ten steps away from the shield car, Yang He immediately ordered the commando and the killer team to run out of the shield car and rushed out. Looking south, the dense bandits were covered with ice, and an extremely chill flashed in his eyes.

...

As the crying sounded like clouds, Zhang Wanzhang family and Zhou brothers desperately strangled the horses. Looking at the brothers in the village who were crying and shouting in front of them, and countless crowds of people running wildly, fear, panic, hatred, and helpless expression flashed in Zhang Wan's eyes.

He knew that like Jiaoshan Villa, the copper village could not be kept, and he had to find another den, like a dog with a broken family.

Alas, where is the Ming Dynasty? Is it my home?

The hateful thief of Yanghe in Xin'anzhuang ruined my two families, and this hatred is irreconcilable!

However, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and sooner or later, but the most important thing at the moment is to escape.

He hurriedly said to the remaining "Three Wolves of Pingshan": "Brother Zhou, let's go, go back to the village to get some fine and softness, and then go to the Grand Marshal... We can accommodate us there, and then fight back... If you can't bear it, you will be in trouble with your big plan, so leave quickly."

The Zhou brothers wrapped in a gray turban and wearing a dirty gray cloak nodded gloomyly, leaving the green mountains there, not afraid of no firewood. As long as their lives are there, there will always be a day of revenge.

They looked at Shanbao with a resentment, and on the top of the mountain more than thirty steps away, there was a great enemy who ruined their happiness, the hateful young scholar.

I just regret that the gun was not accurate and that thief who killed thousands of swords would eventually cause such disaster.

They took this deep look, and wanted to engrave the situation there in their minds, never forget it forever, and then they would turn the horses around.

At this moment, a sudden burst of guns like a thunderbolt sounded, and a ball of blood lit up in one of the Zhou brothers' chests, and there was blood rain behind them, and they fell backwards and fell off their horses.

Zhang Wanzhang's family was shocked, and suddenly his hair was shivering, and a creepy feeling surged into his heart.

What action he wanted to do was, but his muscles and nerves couldn't keep up with the reaction in his mind. Another bang was blowing, and another shot hit him.

The heavy single-headed bullet hit him, which also knocked him back and fell off his horse. The single-headed bullet hit him, instantly expanding into the shape of a flower. After the rolling and rushing, it emerged from behind him, carrying a swell of blood mist.

"Second..."

The Zhou family's eldest brothers who had not been shot screamed shrillly, and looked at the two people twitching on the ground, and blood clots gushed out of their mouths, obviously they couldn't survive.

Especially his younger brother, he opened his eyes and looked at him, his mouth slightly opened, as if he was about to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

The eldest brother of the Zhou family roared, turned the horse's head desperately, and whipped and howled.

...

"I listen to me, I'll throw it away if I say it."

On the south side of the mountain, Cui Lu said solemnly to the twenty grenadiers under his command.

Twenty thick and honest grenadiers nodded. There were big baskets beside them, filled with round ten thousand enemies, each weighing three kilograms.

At this time, they were holding one in their hands, each holding one end of the wooden handle, and the lead was facing the fire fold in their left hand.

"Okay, it's lit."

Cui Lu ordered that the lead wire of ten thousand enemies in his hand should be turned to the fire, and the lead wire immediately burned, emitting a shocking fire.

Twenty grenadiers lit up like firearms. Although they were firearms cast in the village, they had no problem with quality, and after training for a long time, they threw live ammunition many times, but they always gave people a feeling of panic when they caught these ten thousand enemies.

“Prepare.”

Cui Lu shouted: "One, two, three... throw it!"

Suddenly, thousands of dark enemies threw themselves into the glacier.

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