The four falcon cannons of the rest also hit the thieves, and there was a scream on the official road.

The main ones who were suddenly attacked, especially the five hundred elite cavalry of the ten teams in front were the elite. These are all elites. The core of the Thousand-Air Team, they are well equipped, well treated, and have strong abilities. Everyone has at least the ability to chop immediately.

Only those who can be called "cavalry", are basically old camps, and some people even know how to ride and shoot, and they are outstanding in all aspects, but not just skilled in horse racing.

Suddenly these core forces suffered a heavy blow.

They came from the official road in a rush, facing the trench sideways. There were too many people and they wanted to rush across the river. They were crowded together, so they gave the two rows of gunmen in the trench a very good target.

Each row of gunmen is hit by a hundred people, and a distance of fifty steps. Even if the thieves rush over quickly, they basically have a hit rate of 60% or 70%. Whether they hit people or horses, most of them hit the target.

Two rows of gunmen were hit by 200 people, plus five falcon cannon bombardment, the number of people who were shot and dropped on the spot would not be less than 140 or 50.

The five hundred elite cavalry suddenly lost nearly 30%.

What's even more tragic is that many of their leaders were beaten to death on the spot, and the thieves howled in the chaos and had lost their institutional command.

It was not over yet. Two rows of guns were fired, and the bandits on the official road were frightened and in chaos. Yang He was intimate on the hillside. Seeing that the gunmen loaded the fixed-loaded paper tube ammunition again, he ordered the shooting again and the two rows of guns were fired.

Just over ten seconds passed, and this time was only a moment for the chaotic thief, but for the breech gunmen hidden in the trench, it was enough to reload the deadly sperm again.

Their speed can be about ten rounds in one minute during training, and various influences during wartime are estimated to be five or six rounds, but the fastest five or six seconds can be recharged again, and the slowest ten seconds can be completed, which is amazingly fast.

If it is replaced with a bore, the elite fuse soldiers can usually train two shots per minute, but when they are on the battlefield, they only have one shot per minute on average. It takes two or three minutes for ordinary soldiers and can also lie down and squat and reload. This speed is convenient, which is indescribable.

Although some range is sacrificed, Yang He believes it is very worthwhile for this speed convenience.

Xie Junyou stood up howling. Although he was caught off guard, he was fighting an old war after all. The figure who crawled out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood quickly reacted.

He suddenly grabbed a blood-faced thief beside him and roared, "Qianshout, you immediately recruit brothers and attack from the front of the mountain. The officers and soldiers were just fifty-six steps away. They had two rows of bird guns, but after they were all shot, they shot at least sixty breaths again. Don't worry about anything, just rush, and within twenty breaths, you can rush to them!"

He grabbed another shouting thief general, gave him two mouths to make him awake, shouting, "Wu Shaotou, you take people to attack from the flanks and raid from the right wing. And you, Mr. Liu Shao, you go to the back of the horse team and let those horse soldiers raid from the left wing. Tell those servants who dare to kill the enemy will all be selected as infantry and horse soldiers..."

He showed his qualities. Although the official road was filled with chaos and many institutions were lost, he still immediately found available officers and commanded various tactical commands.

He also saw clearly that there was no cover on the official road, and weeds could not cover the guns. The only chance was to attack.

They have become accustomed to being arrogant in the past two years. How many famous generals and important officials of the court died at their hands. How could they not fight when they met a mere village brave man? Moreover, although some of them died, there were at least 1,600 people who were in charge of their families, so it was even more impossible for them to retreat.

Several thieves also roared to answer their orders, and they also realized that although their side suffered heavy losses, the main force was still there, especially the elite. Even if they used the remaining troops to deal with the rural brave soldiers who dared to ambush, they were still more than enough.

Wu Shaotou even roared: "Brothers, I will all take it with me. Mom, these Suining thieves are so brave that they are brave..."

At this moment, a sharp swan sound suddenly sounded on the hillside again!

Xie Junyou was creepy and incredible. There were so many gunmen in these village warriors, or... Sun Youlu's crying flashed through his mind: "...Their guns can be loaded from behind the butt... He didn't sound, and finally shot our seventh formation guns. Brothers are so terrible..."

Just after this thought, a fierce light of fire broke out on the hillside, and the smoke and dragons rose, accompanied by a loud sound of volleys.

The bandits on the official road fell down a large area again, and the screams and neighed more. Everyone had already stopped. It was crowded, and under the bombardment of the platoons, more people were killed and injured.

There were screams of hoarseness everywhere. Mr. Liu Baun staggered in front of Xie Junyou's eyes, but he was shot in his left arm. He was also tough and held back without saying a word, but beads of sweat from his forehead rolled down.

As soon as the gun sounded, a sharp swan sounded again on the hillside, and then another violent roar of guns fired.

"ah……"

The thieves on the official road fell to the ground again. The blood from the dead and injured people had dyed the mud of the official road red. The dense weeds on both sides, and the remaining spirit cavalry either instinctively raised shields, or took out bows and arrows, and shot arrows desperately into the place where the smoke rose.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise on the hillside, and a long fog was freed. Then the shrill cannon roared, and the lightning was so bright that it could not react. Ten taels of lead balls roared over and opened a blood mist in front of Xie Junyou.

Wu's whistle was beaten up and disintegrated into minced meat. The bloody rain sprinkled Xie Junyou's face and body.

However, the No. 2 gun fired another shot, and the Franco aircraft fired quickly. If the gunner was well trained, it would take less than twenty seconds to shoot the first three guns. Although the gunner in Xin'anzhuang was not very skillful, he could also follow the gunner closely.

...

Sun Youlu and others rolled down the horse, and after hearing the sound of swans, two rows of guns were fired one after another. Then the spirit cavalry in front of them were seriously injured and they were all howling in chaos.

Sun Youlu felt happy and did not listen to the old man's words and suffered losses.

Seeing the horse soldiers beside him all frightened, everyone tried their best to hold back the horse's reins so as not to rush into it, and there was a sound of "sighing" from horses.

Then many people dismounted and took out their weapons.

Although these horse soldiers can ride horses, many of them still run fast, they basically do not have the ability to chop immediately. If they are "draft cavalry", that is, infantry riding on horses, their first reaction will be to dismount and prepare for war.

However, Sun Youlu looked around and was just looking for a way to escape.

Then the horse soldiers here waited anxiously, but they didn't wait for the order sent from the front for a long time. Soon, the third formation and the fourth formation platoon began again on the hillside.

The elite cavalry in front was even more chaotic, and what was even more miserable was that the gunman on the hillside placed some of his targets on the horse soldiers behind him.

In the two platoons, some of the guns hit the panicked "dragon cavalry" behind them, and even the whistleman of Sun Youlu's team, he screamed and broke a hole in his shield to protect himself. Then a blood mist splashed out from his chest and staggered in front of Sun Youlu.

Seeing his eyes wide open, "Master Donkey" felt even more trembling. He was a person who had experienced it and knew that the thieves in Xin'anzhuang were endless at the beginning.

Seeing that the horse soldiers were also in chaos, especially some of the horses who were shot rushed forward, causing a wave of riots among the crowd. Without hesitation, he held the war horses of the whistle. The old bandits beside him were also cleverly pulling the horses that lost their masters, and then ran to the right of the official road.

They have lived in Huaibei for a long time and are very experienced in how to dodge the swamps and ponds here.

The terrain seems dangerous here, but there are no thieves in Xin'anzhuang, and "Du Ye" and others think it is safer.

...

"Kill it!"

The bandits began to attack the mountain wildly. Under Xie Junyou's order, Qian Shaotou brought some elite cavalry to cooperate with some horse soldiers to attack head-on. Wu Shaotou was beaten into pieces, so he replaced it with a general named Zhou, who led some elite cavalry to attack from the right wing.

The rest of them were horse soldiers, some brave men, and they were captured from the left wing.

Of course, they all fight off the horse. Although the hillside is flat, it is also quite bumpy and rocky, especially dense weeds, so it is inconvenient to ride up the mountain. Fortunately, the army on the mountain is not far away, and when they see the smoke and dust, they are only fifty or sixty steps away, and can run by legs and rush to quickly.

They rushed up the mountain roaring, but Xie Junyou still suspected that these thieves believed that there were four rows of bird gun soldiers lying on the mountain.

After the gun is finished, it is a fire stick, and there is no threat within a hundred breaths.

All the thieves were sure that they could rush to Fu Jun in twenty or thirty breaths and cut melons and vegetables.

Let the local tycoons in these small places see what bandits are.

This is not a siege, and time is also urgent, so the thieves are all elite soldiers rushing in front, with shields and thick cotton armor on their bodies. Archers follow the archery to cover them. They shoot while walking. The sound of bowstrings and arrows roar, and then they fall to the rising and rising of the smoke.

There are also thieves archers on the official road, who also raised their arrows high and shot them on the hillside.

Even some powerful archers shot straight at the other side.

...

The arrows were constantly "swish" sounds, and the sharp arrows at the foot of the mountain were like heavy rain, and they kept storms, covering the sky with darkness.

The sun rose even higher, making the trench hot in front and behind the trench. Guan Feng and others were lying tightly in the trench, with the Xin'an gun in their hands just aiming at the thieves who were howling from the hillside.

The whistling of arrows on their heads kept coming, and the soil and weeds in front of each of them, and the dense arrows were inserted like hedgehogs on the slope behind the trench.

With the protection of the trenches, everyone was lying here, showing that the target was small, and from a distance, they could not see their heads and figures. Although the thief arrows were dense, they could hardly harm them.

Of course it's just almost. After all, the thief is shooting in a covering manner. The density of arrows is too high. The gun soldiers cannot say that they hide in the trench in order to avoid the rain of arrows. They must keep aiming and waiting for orders, which leads to casualties.

With a terrifying hum, a gunman not far from Guan Feng was shot into his left arm by a falling arrow. He immediately flowed blood and cold sweat fell down.

When the captain Ma Xiang saw it, he couldn't help but scream: "Jiuqian."

The gun soldiers were close friends with him and would gather to play horse hangers on weekdays. They got their name because they liked to play nine cents cards.

A good card friend was injured, and Ma Xiang couldn't help but be confused, so he raised his head a little. With a "pop", an arrow roared over and shot on Ma Xiang's throat. Blood was dotted, and Ma Xiang's neck was penetrated by arrows.

He fell backwards into the trench, his face turned red, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

He covered his neck and rolled into the trench just twitched.

Guan Feng felt ache in his heart. He looked ahead, still holding the Flintlock Xin'an Chang Gun in his hand.

Then what he heard was the sharp swan sound again.

...

The thief was beaten two more rows of guns, and the hillside was filled with corpses, and the wounded were screaming at the top of his lungs. The blood they shed dyed the grass red. The weeds here will be more lush next year because this is also a phosphate fertilizer.

There were two more rows of guns, and many bandits attacking the mountain were at a loss. Could it be that there were six rows of ambush gunmen here?

Many people rushed up instinctively. At this time, the gunmen were loading up quickly, but in the second trench, thousands of people and enemies like raindrops were thrown out. These three-pound ten thousand people and enemies were thrown out until twenty or thirty steps away, falling into the thief cluster, exploding violently one after another.

The fireworks burst into pieces with blood mist, and even some torn limbs and flesh flew everywhere. The thieves who rushed over were blown up so hard that they howled.

There were also five violent roars, five falcon cannons, also turning in the direction, roaring towards the dense thieves.

They were shot shotguns, and long white smoke was sprayed out, and there were thirty to fifty pieces of each door in it. At these twenty or thirty steps, they splashed at the thief in front of them.

A large mass of blood mist was rushing, and many thieves were beaten to the point of flying, and some were even beaten to pieces by violent shotguns.

Guan Feng pulled the plate machine, a burly thief wearing cotton armor and holding a big knife, with a numb expression, just staggering.

He looked at his chest, and blood was rolling from the other side. He felt extremely painful and dizzy. The feeling of being hit by a single-headed bullet was at least ten times more painful than being hit by an ordinary gun.

The thief staggered and shook, looked at Guan Feng, and didn't know what he was thinking, so he finally poured it out to the back.

His heavy body fell to the grass, and the blood was dripping from the ground.
Chapter completed!