The chaotic battle outside Dingjiazhuang lasted only a moment, and the rain of arrows fell on the heads of the soldiers of the Boduan squad, and everyone except the flag officer coincidentally smeared oil on the soles of their feet.

Of course, most of them fell down from their weak legs during the escape, and this weak appearance greatly boosted the morale of the villagers, and the quails of North Asia came down like tigers at this moment, and taught the group of invaders a lesson with long-handled flails and iron hoops and sticks.

The flag bearer does not count, Ding Hai opened his bow and shot the person who shouted first, he was already dismantling the flag, the spear was arranged, the dismantled flag was folded, and the helmet, sword, knife, and cuirass on his body were removed one by one, and finally he knelt on the side, like no one else.

So much so that after the battle, Ding Hai struggled to carry seven French arquebuses on his shoulders, looked at the flag officer who knelt up and was extremely well-behaved, frowned, and called the translator: "Ask him, why don't you run?" ”

"He said the flagpole was too heavy, he was hungry for too long, he couldn't run, so he didn't run."

Looking at this poor worm who was so hungry that he seemed to be able to lift it with one hand, Ding Hai remembered for no reason the years when he was starving outside his mouth, and of course, more importantly, everyone was in a good mood, so in the end, between killing and not killing, he decided to take care of this surrendered Fayi Tubing mutton dumplings first.

Since leaving the mouth of the Sancha River outside the mouth of the Great Wall of Miyun Guard, Ding Hai's mood has never been as good as today, the battle ended in an unbelievable situation, and there was almost no resistance - his Zhuang Ke actually overturned a group of regular troops with a broken flail hammer.

When they left the village, the guests of the North Asian village wore cotton jackets and held flails, and when they returned to the village, the dumplings had just come out of the pot, and the women and children who were on the verge of the enemy were stunned to see their appearance, each with a French Western-style high-topped helmet on their heads, an old legal cuirass hanging crookedly on their bodies, a long sword hanging on their waists, a military sickle behind them, an arquebus and a spear on their shoulders, and two Swiss-style halberds.

The North Asian Zhuangke, who had been raised with the Ming immigrants, threw down a few shabby armed clothes at the gate of the manor with a disgusted face, and instructed the Indian children who were running around in the Zhuangzi to take out the iron pieces in the cotton armor, and take the torn cotton jackets to sew and sew for the donkey to wear.

These armed colonial teams, which were cobbled together with the strength of Changsheng and Mexican immigrant villages, were very well stocked, and even surpassed the ordinary people of the Ming Dynasty in some necessities of life.

"Don't patronize and eat, where do you come from, what is it called?"

The flag officer who surrendered was reincarnated like a starving ghost, grabbing dumplings and stuffing them into his mouth, even if his mouth was burned just out of the pot, even if the words he answered were incomplete when asked by Dingjiazhuang's translator, he sucked his mouth vigorously.

This is a bitter translation, and you have to study the context of what you ask, so you made a simple report to Ding Hai: "He said that his name is Wei something, but he didn't hear it clearly, from a place called Luo sixty miles to the north, it is the defenders of the city, and it has been two months since the food has been cut off, and a total of ninety-four people have left the city, most of them are outside the village." ”

"There are still some people in the woods, hungry and unable to walk."

"Oh, old guard, from Luo City." Ding Hai hadn't moved his chopsticks yet, and the dumplings of the flag officer Lao Wei had already half a bowl of dumplings: "You let him eat slowly, and don't burn his intestines, ask him, how many defenders are there in the city, all so hungry?" What about their gunpowder, why only shotguns have no ammunition. ”

To be honest, Ding Hai felt that he was already happy.

These unfortunate bastards carried twenty-two muskets, and except for two that were knocked by an unknown loser in battle with a flail, the remaining twenty looked to be usable, and the workmanship was quite good.

In the past, in his village, the lieutenant didn't have so many birds in his hands, and even less so when he didn't collect them at night.

The military government asked him to come to the local master, with this batch of muskets, as long as he finds a way to get some gunpowder, it doesn't need much, there is a thirty or fifty catties, and the trench outside the low wall of Zhuangzi is repaired, even if the regular army with thirty or fifty food and drink is really not afraid to attack Dingjiazhuang.

If he wants more muskets, he can unite with the surrounding landlords to form a group drill on the spot, and it is not known who will fight who at that time.

Especially when I heard Lao Wei say that the eight or nine hundred garrisons in Luocheng were in a famine, and there were no ammunition, those eyes narrowed directly.

"Ask him, if the dumplings are delicious."

As soon as the translator's voice fell, the choked old guard was looking for water everywhere, and he was still busy nodding: "Good, delicious, delicious." ”

The corners of Ding Hai's mouth hooked up with great joy, he snorted, raised his hand and said: "Tell him, I will give him three days of dry food, let him follow the road he came over, bring the people they are resting on the road, cuirass, helmet, long sword and this strange long axe, take it back, I will take care of him with a meal of mutton dumplings, and then give him five days of dry food to return to Luocheng." ”

"Go back and tell your troops, the shotgun is a burning stick, bring it to Dingjiazhuang, a shotgun twenty-two pounds of cornmeal; a cuirass of eleven pounds of potato flour; The helmet and sword are five and a half pounds of white flour. ”

Ding Hai didn't care if Lao Wei could understand the 'cornmeal and white flour' in his mouth, raised his hand and pointed at him and said, "How many things you brought back, how many catties of meat I will give you." ”

"Prepare dry food and water for him when he is finished, and don't let him die on the road; By the way, you might as well tell him that Dingjiazhuang will soon have a garrison of the Heavenly Army, and I am not afraid of him playing tricks. ”

In fact, until now, Chen Jiujing did not have the idea of letting the troops cross the river, but Ding Hai felt that there would be troops coming soon.

After saying that, he walked out with a bowl full of dumplings, and he was not afraid of the cool breeze, and went out to find his younger brother Ding Lu, who had captured the war spoils from the punctual colonel, and said: "The garrison of Luocheng in the north is empty and there is still a famine, this matter must be known to General Chen of Baishan City as soon as possible, you can take a boat to go over." ”

The so-called White Mountain City is Bordeaux, because the main troops stationed there are White Mountain Battalions, and immigrants from North Asia call it White Mountain City.

Ding Lu was also red-eyed at this time, this batch of armor and weapons came too unexpectedly and smoothly, which made him excited and uneasy, and said: "I really have to let General Chen know that at least we have to send some troops, let's kill their soldiers, in case the army comes to the door, what can we do." ”

They are talking, the sound of horses' hooves came from outside the village, just experienced a fight in Dingjiazhuang again, Zhuang Ke carried a weapon and roared out of the village, but saw a Beiyang cavalry under the archway, the bright red horsetail on the helmet was very conspicuous, the owner of the helmet was lifting the cavalry on the side at this time, and the head of the neck that protected the mouth, nose and throat frowned and looked at the corpses outside the village, and paused for a moment before rushing out of the village and shouting: "Baibadao No. 2 military grain station, where is the master?" ”

Ding Hai walked out of the crowd of Zhuang guests when he heard the voice, and saluted: "Ding Hai, the owner of the Lower Ding Family Village, I don't know which general the military master is?" ”

"I am a guerrilla general under the command of the cavalry, there is an urgent military situation, and I also ask the owner of the village to quickly prepare horses and grass and fill water bladders...... Is this the only way to go through this vicious battle? ”

The owner of the village took the water bladder, and before Ding Hai could answer, he heard the knight continue: "The owner of the village, please collect the body as soon as possible and bury it on the spot, and in the future, half a month will be patrolled day and night, just dozens of miles away in the northeast, the official army has been engaged with the enemy, and the owner is ready...... Pick up wounded soldiers. ”