[Chapter Word Count:3534 Last Updated:2014-09-1614:13:22.0]

A rain of arrows, crackling muskets, shouts of slaughter all over the hills, and hideous faces in the light of flickering torches. Xiao Lotian finally understood how cruel the war in the era of cold weapons was, and watched the steel knife cut off the human head, and that kind of realism was an experience that no 3D game could give.

More than a hundred bows and arrows fired four volleys, and the caravan that fought could not raise its head and also suppressed the morale to the lowest point, at this time the camp was completely chaotic, all the command had failed, and the people resisted completely according to their own instincts. No matter how much Qing Sanye shouted, no one would listen to him at this time.

Look at the shopkeeper Fan, this old man is really not small, standing on the shaking incense case and loudly encouraging morale, the reward after the victory has increased to 60,000 taels of silver, but at this time, who cares about money, his encouragement is just the flower in the moon mirror in the water.

Now the most courageous ones to resist have to say Lewis and Simon, where are these two cowboys still a little bit of missionary compassion now, just like killing gods possessed by guns, but the bravery of the two people can't change the general trend at all. More than a hundred bandit forwards have already mixed with the caravan, and the front of the mountain temple has been squeezed into human sauce.

And this qiē is not the most terrifying, the most terrible thing is that the bandits actually have guns in their hands, although there are only a few scattered muffled sounds, but when the gunshots rang out, everyone present understood that this was not a bandit at all, and the siege of them must be a small army.

"What the fuck is this fucking fighting...... You bunch of waste, all obey my command......" Xiao Letian didn't know where to find a horsewhip, and the guy next to him who was trembling and poured iron sand into the muzzle of the shotgun was three whips. He couldn't care about anything, and there was only one thought in his heart right now.

"All the musketeers are concentrated on me, and my mother will teach you how to play with guns...... I'm cāo, you're not fucking stuffing iron sand with gunpowder, I'm going to kill you......"

Xiao Lotian ran wild in the mountain temple, dragging every musketeer he saw fighting alone, and finally even Lewis and Simon ran to his left and right.

There were only ten muskets in the caravan, and it was still the oldest type of iron sand, but for the current chaotic situation, the shotguns of iron sand were actually more useful.

"Listen to my orders, load the ammunition ......" Xiao Lotian never thought that he would be so violent, which of the ten guys was slower, and he would go up with a whip. In the disorderly chaos, people will always subconsciously obey the orders of the powerful, and now Xiao Letian's momentum is the most powerful in the caravan, with a revolver in one hand and a whip in the other, and no one dares to resist.

"Aim for the old locust tree on the left...... Let go ......" Impermanence burst into tears, he felt that his vocal cords were about to be torn apart, and the ten guys almost subconsciously opened fire, and the ten shotguns fired at the same time, and the iron sand pounced like a dark cloud.

On the far left side of the temple gate, the ten bandits who had just outflanked them never expected that they would be greeted by a large piece of high-speed iron sand, and they were beaten into a pockmarked face at that time, and the ten bandits covered their faces and wept on the ground and wailed and rolled around. However, at this time, Xiao Letian did not have the time to appreciate his results.

"Reload, reload all for Lao Tzu......" He jumped back and forth around the ten guys, and the hand that went up slowly was a hit. Under Xiao Letian's oppression, the ten guys reloaded again with the fastest speed in their lives.

"Listen to me...... Go to the far right in the direction of the white stone...... Fire ......"

"Listen to me...... All reloaded......"

"Listen to me...... Fired in the middle ......"

"All the guys and soldiers of the caravan, all lie down for Lao Tzu, lie down ......"

Xiao Letian was like a madman, forcing this improvised small musket team with whips and pistols, and in the depths of Taihang Mountain, which had been in Tongzhi for three years, came to a standard queue shooting. In the mouths of military friends in previous lives, this type of shooting has a nickname, which is called lining up to shoot.

Xiao Letian knows that this kind of shooting method does not require personal martial arts and personal shooting accuracy, and the only thing required is discipline, unified loading, unified shooting, and forming a dense barrage in a small area. No martial arts master would ever want to penetrate such a barrage.

Four years ago, the British and French forces used this musket phalanx to defeat the Mongol cavalry of Seng Lingqin at Bali Bridge, and it is conceivable that even high-speed war horses can hardly penetrate this barrage, let alone these bandits who rely on their legs.

Now Xiao Letian is a living madman, his whole person is already hysterical, there is only a white gunpowder smoke in front of him and the darkness behind him, anyway, the gentle slope that can rush up is more than ten meters wide, as long as the left, center and right change the direction and fire.

"Hit, hurry up and fire...... The people in front of them all lie down, and it doesn't matter if they accidentally hurt Lao Tzu...... Fire to the left, reload...... Fire to the right......" was shouting, and suddenly two strong men pressed Xiao Lotian to the ground.

"Wake up, your girl's blood is gone...... Wake up, the enemy has retreated...... "Then a bowl of cold water was splashed on Xiao Letian's face, and this kid finally came back to his senses.

As soon as Xiao Letian opened his eyes, he found that he was already leaning on the doorpost of the mountain temple, and the three layers in front of him were full of human heads, and his eyes were full of gratefulness.

"Mr. Xiao, thank you Mr. Xiao for saving me in danger, please accept my worship......" Shopkeeper Fan was about to lift his robe and kneel, and the guy behind him was already kneeling. How could Xiao Letian make the old man who was almost seventy kneel, wouldn't this be a long life, and quickly jumped up and held up the shopkeeper Fan.

"Folded longevity, you fold my birthday...... How can there be so many words of gratitude for helping each other in the same boat, and how about the losses of our brothers......?

At this time, Qing Sanye also walked over with an embarrassed face, "Okay, you are enough, this mortal situation has been solved by you." Although I also figured out the method you used later, but at that time, you thought that I didn't expect that you would be ......better than me, "Oh, this Eight Banners kid can, it's really rare to be able to have a proud head underneath."

"Shaw, you are very good, I believe it now, you did travel in the West, and you know the army very well. In such a chaotic scene, I didn't even think of forming a musket formation, and you not only thought of it, but you also used it flexibly, you are great......" Lewis and Simon shouted at him.

Xiao Lotian smiled bitterly, "Don't be too happy, let me see the current situation" By the light of the torch, Xiao Lotian lay on the low wall, and as soon as he showed up, he choked on the smell of blood and sneezed. Good guy, that's probably the end of Shura Hell.

In the open space in front of the temple gate, there was also the edge of a gentle slope, and more than sixty corpses lay horizontally and vertically, of which the small forty were bandits, and the remaining twenty or so were caravan men. The blood had now pooled into a stream, dripping down in the night.

Sixty people, in the previous life, that was half a company's strength, and it was wiped out after a while, which shows how fierce the conflict was just now. If Xiao Lotian hadn't organized such a musket team temporarily, the end would have been unimaginable.

"Old shopkeeper, is there anyone in the guy who has a loud voice and is good at negotiating? Let him shout, it's not a problem to always be so bored?" Xiao Lotian has now become the military leader of the caravan, and no one dares to disobey his orders, and after a while, a big black character will crawl to the edge of the big locust tree.

"The big boss under the mountain...... We are the caravan of the Fan family in Shanxi, and it is our faux pas to pass by the precious treasure land and not worship the mountain, please bear with me...... "Before he finished shouting, he saw two fires lit up in the dark, followed by countless iron sand hitting the leaves.

Xiao Letian's heart was cold when he saw it, "How can this be, what kind of road is this? You don't even bother to negotiate nonsense? You just want us to die like this?" After speaking, he stared at the old shopkeeper and Qing Sanye.

After thinking about it for a long time, no one could have imagined that he had such an enemy as good, Xiao Letian couldn't ask anything, so he could only sigh and say, "Let's hold tonight first, and see if there is any turn for the better tomorrow......"

Xiao Lotian turned around from the low wall and found that none of the people in the caravan were resting, and they were all gathered in the courtyard staring at him, like staring at a savior. In the dilapidated windows of the mountain temple, there were two little girls' heads also staring at him, and Xiao Letian, who was watching everyone, was embarrassed.

At the front of the crowd were the ten musketeers who had made great contributions, and at this time they also woke up from the initial fright, and one by one they were being inspected by Xiao Letian? Xiao Lotian looked at the cuts on their padded jackets that had been torn by himself, as well as the scars on their faces, he was really embarrassed.

"You ...... You're all right, I was a little ruthless just now, and it was also to save everyone, don't hate me......"

"Don't hate...... Adults whip us to let us grow, these whips are nothing, when we used to learn the craft, the master beat us harder than this...... Adults are not comfortable, they are not adults......"

Ouch, Xiao Letian blushed, you look at people's awareness, they took the initiative to make excuses for me when they were beaten, what a good guy this is, maybe I teach them a little knowledge, and they will automatically treat me as a master. In ancient times, the master of heaven and earth was important, and the master was actually no different from his father.

"Do your job, you must hold this gentle slope tonight, and remember the method I taught you. It is the left, the middle and the right, the left side is a large locust tree, the middle is a gentle slope, and the right side is a white stone. You don't have to aim at people, you just aim at the reference......" Impermanence explained a few words, and patted them on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the people of the caravan began to rest, and Xiao Lotian also hurried to catch up on sleep behind the mountain temple. At this time, at the foot of the mountain, the bandits were not in the mood to rest, they had already held a meeting for more than an hour.

"Lord Wang, let me rush again, brothers can't die in vain......" Kneeling beside the fire was a gray-bearded man in his forties, with a steel knife more than three feet long lying next to him.

In front of Graybeard sat a middle-aged man who was only thirty-three or fourteen years old, with a Chinese face, sword eyebrows, and an extremely burly figure. He is the one who is called the prince by Graybeard.

The prince didn't speak, he just played with the brass refined monocular glasses in his hand, which looked like precious Western goods. The prince raised his hand and let Graybeard sit aside, "In the evening, I looked, our information is not accurate, and suddenly a strange young man came out......"

"It doesn't matter if he's weird or not, rush up and chop him with a knife, we want silver, Manchurians, and foreign devils, and all of them want to run...... "The hatred in Graybeard's eyes is like substance, and that is not the eyes that a bandit who wants to get rich should have.

Seeing that the prince in front of him fell into silence, the quick-tempered graybeard knelt down in front of the prince again, "His Royal Highness the Wing King, don't hesitate, let me rush again, the forty-odd old brothers can't die in vain......"

With a snap, Graybeard's face was purple and swollen with five finger prints, "How many times have I said it, I'm dead in the past, dead...... If you dare to bring out a little bit of the past title, I will cut off your head with my own hands......"