Sixty miles is a one-day journey for the Beiyang Flag Army.

But the same sixty-mile march was a great test for Boduan and his men.

Ninety-four people set off, and when they could see the Dingjiazhuang archway in the distance, after five days of difficult trekking, they still had sixty-two people left.

The others didn't die, but they were so hungry that they couldn't walk, and they were left where they were, and there were still a lot of dead grass and leaves outside the city that they could find a way to eat.

They were dizzy and dizzy when they were hungry and walked aisles, and the march was long, but they did not have leggings, which were used in Europe throughout Chinese history until the Napoleonic period.

"But now it's okay, suck!" Boduan, who was wearing a high-topped helmet and a red feather, raised his hand to rub the runny nose on the cuff of his armed shirt, handed over the arquebus that had been used as a crutch on the road to his subordinates, and pulled out the long sword at his waist and said: "It looks like they have built a low wall, the fort gate is closed, there must be food inside, let's go!" ”

As soon as he raised his leg and took two steps, the captain turned his head again and said to his demoralized subordinates: "If you really can't walk, stay here first, and the others cheer up and go!" ”

The closed gate behind the archway of Dingjiazhuang did not bring much sense of crisis to this French team, as soldiers, although in their current state they saw a random Ming army may not even have the strength to flee for their lives, but they still have enough confidence in the peasants.

The peasantry was weak, and this concept was deeply rooted in the long Middle Ages in Europe.

More than a dozen soldiers with blisters on their feet and frozen toes could no longer move, so they stayed where they were and waited, while the remaining 40 or so people skillfully divided into three teams and marched forward in formation from north to south, raising spears or armed muskets, gradually approaching.

But unlike Boduan's imagination, the peasants in Dingjiazhuang were not the European farmers he had imagined to abandon Zhuangzi and run away or tremble in fear, and they were a little impatient.

The speed of the French squad's 'approaching' was too slow.

The officer in charge of the flag was unable to hold the flag anymore, and moved one step like a cane, and the officer in front was quite powerful, but his soldiers could not keep up, and after taking a few steps, he had to turn back with his long sword and wait for his subordinates to follow, almost moving at the speed of movement to ensure that the three detachments were not disordered.

At first, Ding Hai was a little strange that his brother-in-law Wang Yang's words were inaccurate, and the thief army was the thief army, why did he call others beggars.

Now he wants to apologize to his brother-in-law, these things are really a bunch of beggars.

Of course, even if it is a group of beggars, people dare not underestimate it with a bird gun.

Ding Hai did not have a musket, and after he left the village under Changsheng, the official position of lieutenant was immediately handed over to others, and the arquebus in the village in the past naturally had no right to transfer.

There is also a lack of armor in the village, and the guests of the North Asian Zhuangke wear short robes and trousers sewn from deer skin and bison skin according to the aesthetics of the Ming Dynasty, with a cotton jacket inside, which has little protective ability; The only thing that can really be called armor is a collar of armor and two pieces of chain mail.

The chain mail was given by the Bordeaux garrison, and several of the locks were broken and cut in the battle, and the White Mountain battalion was too lazy to repair them, so they were given to the emigrants; Zha Jia is a serious good thing, the White Mountain Battalion summoned blacksmiths in Bordeaux to fight, protecting the chest and thighs, the armor skirt hung down to the knees, and along with this collar Zha Armor, there was also a ring-headed straight-edged knife in Ding Hai's hand.

Ding Lu and Wang Yang and more North Asian Zhuang guests didn't need these, the knives were too iron-intensive, and the most they took were long-handled iron-tipped flails, iron hoops and sticks, as well as a considerable number of crossbows, tendon and horn bows and longbows.

Archery is the ability to save life, and when you get here, you will train archery if you have nothing to do, and all the bankers with horned bows will squat behind the low wall, only more than a dozen longbowmen are standing, and they are a little trembling in their hearts.

The Spanish colonization caused the outfits of European soldiers to have a natural deterrent to many North Asian natives, who were terrified when they saw them, and if it weren't for the Ming immigrants standing next to them, who were even more terrible than the Europeans, they would have run away.

It was Ding Hai's fearlessness that gave them confidence, and they watched Ding Hai, who was combing his hair and wearing armor, order someone to open the door of the village, stick the head knife at his feet, and take out a feather arrow from the quiver with a horn bow and stand with a bow, waiting for this group of hungry and cold uninvited guests.

When it approached, Boduan also saw that something was wrong.

In the open village gate, the yellow-skinned Ming peasant was a little too strong, and he was still wearing armor?

Where are the peasants in armor.

And the people around him are also so tall and strong.

Looking back at his own soldiers, they were not very strong before the defense was adjusted, and now they are so hungry that their eye sockets are deep in skin and bones, and they are really fighting...... I'm afraid it's enough to choke.

He whispered to the flag bearer: "Let's set up the muskets first, and if they are afraid, they will move forward, if they are not afraid." ”

Boduan didn't say anything, just raised his hand and rubbed his face, if these peasants were not afraid, he would have nowhere to retreat if he wanted to, and it would be difficult to walk back to the city alive without food.

With a feeble order, the soldiers set up twenty-two arquebuses, and they had many muskets, and a squad full of twenty-two musketeers, so they had twenty-two muskets.

But now the musketeers are not all musketeers.

After a hundred and ten steps, this action really scared Ding Hai, and he hurriedly hid behind the door, not even daring to peek at the crack of the door.

A large number of muskets, even if they are far away, there will always be lead pellets that will hit him.

But then there was no gunshot, so he peeked at it, as if his dodging had inspired the enemy, and they stepped forward with faster steps, and a man came out of the formation, shouting something.

A French interpreter sent by Bordeaux approached and said, "They told us to move food and all our weapons outside, and they don't kill people." ”

"Don't kill? Handing over the weapon is a dead end. Ding Hai spat on the ground, peeked out from the crack in the door, frowned, and said: "They are very ugly, you shouted to them, but they didn't hear clearly, let them call it closer and again, see if they are obedient." ”

At this time, it was already very wrong to not release the gun, and if you were obedient, it would show that the other party did not have the courage to fight, otherwise it would have been killed in Zhuangzi in a swarm earlier.

Ding Hai lightly pulled the bowstring and slowly put it back, raised his eyes to look at his younger brother who was wearing a chain mail jacket and holding a crossbow in his hand, gave a look, and said to the left and right: "Let Zhuang Ke prepare to shoot, if the birds don't sound for a while, shoot them with arrows, if they retreat, they will be killed with me." ”

As he spoke, the interpreter shouted through the low wall for the Boduans to get closer and shout again, but they did so after waiting a while.

The soldier who shouted was already twenty paces closer.

Suddenly, Ding Hai and Ding Lu on both sides of the gate flashed out with horned bows and crossbows at the same time, one with a bow and an arrow, and the other pulled the trigger, and the two arrows shot towards the soldier in an instant, with a bang, the crossbow arrow was nailed to the middle of his breastplate, and the feather arrow accurately hit the front door, and the soldier fell backwards without any reaction.

With a 'hidden' sound, Ding Hai and Ding Lu hid behind the door at the same time, and their two hearts beat rapidly in their chests at the same time.

The wooden door was thick, but no one knew if it would be able to stop the musket fire.

But the waiting musket did not sound for a long time, and when Ding Hai frowned and stuck his head out from behind the door, he saw it...... Dozens of French soldiers were retreating en masse, and the officers in front of them were saying something in a hurry.

"These stupid thieves, come out and shoot them!"