"Attack, our men and horses attack!"

The movement on the mountain naturally could not be concealed from the Jiang Ning army, who was watching from the bottom of the mountain, and the rogues who were watching the wolves running on the ridges on both sides of the wild boar ridge and the robes chasing them all let out bursts of cheers.

Gou Xingma under the mountain naturally did not hesitate to order, and the 3,000 soldiers and horses who were still on standby at the bottom of the mountain gave the order for the whole army to assault.

Since the battle had turned into a rout, there was no longer any need to maintain the formation, and the officers at the front also gave the order to pursue freely, and soon the low sound of fire and "those who surrender will not be killed!" were heard everywhere on the hills. The mountain ridge was full of wandering rogues and the pursuing figures of the Jiangning Army sergeants.

"Stop, run and fire!"

"Bang ......"

With the sound of several fiery guns, several rogues who were rushing wildly fell to the ground one after another, their eyes wide open with a large hole in their bodies, and blood flowed out of their bodies like springs.

Of course, there are many who are running wildly, and naturally there are those who are stubborn, especially those who are in the old camp.

But all the rogues who can enter the old camp are either strong in force, bandits who have accumulated years, or ruthless, and these people will never be caught obediently.

The three musketeers formed a makeshift combat team pursued several fleeing rogues to a dirt slope, and the rogues suddenly disappeared after going around a large rock, and the three sergeants had just walked around the corner, when they suddenly heard two bowstrings, and one of the sergeants fell to the ground with a scream, and the fire gun in his hand also fell to the ground, which turned out to be an arrow that hit him in the face.

As the sergeant fell to the ground, three black figures suddenly appeared from just over ten meters in front of them.

One of the three men was armed with a shield and a sword, one in the middle was armed with a longbow, and the other was holding a spear, and the two men next to them were lunging at them with a fierce face.

When the three rogues pounced, the remaining two sergeants pulled the trigger without thinking.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the rogue with the shield flew upside down with the shield, and the shield made of hardwood in his hand suddenly broke a large hole, and the chest was even more deformed by the deformed lead bullet made a bowl-sized blood hole, and the blood spurted out like a blood mist.

Although the Brown Beth Fire Gun is not as good as the Mini rifle in terms of range, its power should not be underestimated, and the rogue who was beaten into a puddle of mud with a shield is the best Zheng Ming, but it also has the disadvantage of a flintlock pistol, that is, there is a certain chance of dumb fire.

This kind of disadvantage is not a big problem when shooting a platoon gun, at best it is just a re-pull of the trigger, but in the case of an emergency, this disadvantage is quite fatal.

When the hammer struck the flint and only made a clicking sound behind the spring steel plate, the sergeant's face changed, and he quickly re-wrenched the hammer to the position where it was ready to be fired, and by this time the rogue, who was armed with a spear, had already rushed to a distance of less than two meters from him.

He quickly pulled the trigger without thinking, only to hear a soft click, followed by a dull roar, a puff of white smoke came out of the mouth of the firebolt, and the lead bullet with the thickness of the little finger flew out of the barrel and hit the rogue at an initial velocity of three hundred and forty meters per second.

The rogue, who had been punched with a large hole in the heart, died altogether, but the spear in his hand stabbed the sergeant in the chest at the same time as the gunshot, causing the sergeant to let out a muffled grunt in pain, take several steps backwards, and sit on the ground.

"Pony, are you alright?" The companion next to him asked loudly as he stared warily at the last remaining rogue in front of him.

"I'm fine."

The sergeant, known as the pony, struggled to his feet clutching his chest, but fortunately he was wearing a stab-proof suit, otherwise he would have had nine lives if he was stabbed like this with a spear.

The pony who was lucky enough to pick up a life looked at the archers who were standing in front of him with a longbow and were a little overwhelmed, and at the same time a feeling of joy swelled up, this rogue is a rookie eight times out of ten, otherwise this guy gave them an arrow when they fought just now, and they would probably have to explain here.

Just because they were glad in their hearts didn't mean they would be merciful, and the two of them looked at each other and shouted at the same time, raising their guns and rushing towards the archers who were only a few meters away from them.

Seeing this, the archer screamed in fright and turned his head and ran, but he forgot that those who exposed their backs to the enemy on the battlefield died the fastest. So before he could run a few steps, he was stabbed in the back by two bayonets that flashed with cold light.

The battlefield was full of killing sounds, and the battle of Wild Boar Ridge lasted for half an hour before it gradually stopped.

In this battle, the Jiangning army annihilated more than 1,200 Liukou and captured more than 3,600 prisoners, while the Jiangning army's own casualties were less than 50, which was enough to be called a great victory.

After interrogating the prisoners, Yang Feng also understood that it was He Yilong, nicknamed "Ge Li Eye", who ambushed him in Wild Boar Ridge, and he led 7,000 men and horses from his headquarters to ambush the Ming army here, but he never thought about it, but he lost all his pants.

On the top of the mountain of Wild Boar Ridge, Yang Feng lowered his head and groaned as he listened to the information that was constantly being gathered. Although this battle defeated the "Grim Eye", it was not a big loss for the rogue who claimed to be an army of 200,000, if Gao Yingxiang was not solved as soon as possible, this guy would have to slip away.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng summoned the generals over, unfolded the map and said to the generals: "The Liukou are raging, and now Mengxian, Mengjin, and Huaiqing Mansion are all in the hands of the Liukou, in order to prevent the Liukou from wreaking havoc around, this prince plans to send a raid on Mengjin with lightning speed, and hold Mengjin in his hands, what do you think?" ”

The generals listened to Yang Feng's words while staring at the map, and thought quickly, Yan Di agreed: "Grandpa Guo is right, Mengjin has now become the stronghold of the thieves on the south bank of the Yangtze River, as long as they occupy here, the thieves can go straight to Kaifeng in the east, attack Luoyang in the south, and retreat to Huaiqing Mansion in the north."

If the 200,000 Liukou spread everywhere, it will inevitably cause huge losses to the people of Henan Province, so we must occupy this Mengjin, and this time must be fast, otherwise no one dares to guarantee what will happen. ”

"Yes, that's the truth."

Yang Feng glanced at Yan Di approvingly and asked, "Which of you is willing to volunteer to take over this burden next?" ”