Random arrows rain like flying on the ridge, the cold forging armor of the Dongjiang River is not covered, even if it has experienced a fierce battle full of stinky sweat, most of the arrows have been blocked, but unfortunately, no matter how strong the armor is, it can't shelter the cowardly heart, the sheep wearing the tiger skin is still a sheep, against the armor of the Dongjiang River, the guards are still throwing away their armor and running away messily.

This time he dispatched thousands of his own soldiers, and additionally recruited a lot of bandits on the green forest road in Shandong, the real ringing horses, just in order to put Wen Meng to death, more than 2,000 people, the order was to kill, not one left, the arrow could not be killed with a knife to cut, after a few rounds of arrow rain, those bandits' own soldiers carried knives and filled the slope.

Then there was a massacre.

Click~

There was no iron armor in his neck, full of despair, one of the guards flew out with a spin on his head, and at the other end, several ringing horses with knives cruelly stabbed on the ground, the armor was too strong, and he was not stabbed to death for a while, and the unlucky ghost who was pressed to the ground screamed as if he had been tortured by the knife mountain.

Just now, I was thinking about how much silver I could get after helping Liu Ze clear the Dongjiang soldiers, but at this time, in the face of death, that bit of greed also dissipated, and he knelt on the ground without a master and raised his hands high, shouting with all his might.

"Misunderstandings, all misunderstandings! Own! own people!"

Own?

In the moonlight, a knife slashed over, a splash of blood splattered out, and the sound stopped abruptly.

"Oh, I haven't counted people!"

Leaning against a grave bun and gasping violently, this Fang Bingwen is enough to be a single, looking at the blood that splashed at his feet, Master Shaoxing laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Brother, we have to sleep on the Qinhuai River at night in the next life!"

There was a thud, and several horses gathered together, and they spat mockingly at the corpses with their heads blooming, and turned to slash at the scattered guards.

Leave none behind!

…………

Thirty-six plans, Li Dai Tao stiffened, Song Xiance's calculations, Fang Bingwen was treated as an outcast to attract Liu Zeqing's attention, but this is definitely not as simple as getting rid of the two brocade guard nails, Song Datou, a liar who runs the rivers and lakes, is far more ruthless than Fang Bingwen imagined! Wild! He wants to capture the thief and capture the king, and get rid of Liu Zeqing, the general soldier of Shandong, and the old man of the province is looking for trouble!

Fire and the general army of a province!

With a soft straw mat on his head and a grass root in his mouth, Wen Meng is humming and looking at the sky, if at this time, there is a beautiful girl lying next to him, it will be romantic, but unfortunately, Wen Meng is obviously not a romantic person, next to him, there is a purple-black corpse, his neck is unnaturally crooked to the side, obviously pinched off.

After all, it was from Liaozhen, and there were scouts scattered near the army, and Liu Zeqing was still familiar with the road, but unfortunately, compared with these old birds in Dongjiang, they were still too tender, and a whole scout team was now lying under Wen Meng's feet.

In front of Wen Meng, Xu Raip, the scout leader of the first regiment, set up a telescope, and nodded with his thumb in a mouthful of Northeast dialect.

"Oh Mom! Our Song military division is accurate, four or five hundred stoves, and five thousand people in the sky!"

"That's a fart! If you want to add Laixi's seven thousand, don't talk nonsense, in a few moments, it's time for these braised eggplants to change shifts, the one surnamed Liu, have you found it? ”

"Boss, there are still a dozen tents, and the rest are sheds and pits, all there."

"Then why are you still stunned?"

turned over, slapped Xu Radish on the head, and then Wen Meng jumped up like an earth dragon turned over, and also took the telescope in his hand, and looked towards the military camp below.

In order to scare Yu Dacheng, a civil official, Liu Zeqing really made a mistake, the military camp stationed near Pingdu is really brilliant, the triple trench is dug, there are cannons between the trenches, and in the southeast corner, a group of war horses are eating night grass with their hooves.

The Mongol Empire brought countless disasters to China, but it also brought some changes to China, at least because the nomadic line was pushed south, and there were more horses in the north, Zhu Yuanzhang continued to implement horse politics, compared to the Song Dynasty that lacked war horses, the Ming Dynasty was really not short of horses, and it is said that even the rebellious Li Zicheng could have more than 160,000 cavalry in the end.

Looking at those horses, Wen Meng's horse face couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile, and he immediately put down the binoculars, crawled back, and reached out to press down the Dongjiang field gun that was being loaded.

"Don't pretend to be a shrapnel, didn't the general give me something new when I came out this time? Put it on, and then beat me up according to the herd of horses!"

"Little obedience!"

Where to hit is not to fight? Wen Meng was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and the soldiers he brought were also a group of masters who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he happily took out a shrapnel like a mallet, and took out a few red cannonball balls from the box and stuffed them in.

Because he was going to raid, he brought five hundred pounds and three pounds of field guns this time, but for Dongjiang, this firepower was enough, the calm night sky was suddenly pierced by a few thunders, and Liu Jun in his sleep was suddenly startled, poked his head out of the trench and pit where he was lying and sleeping, and watched a few red balls fly out of his head with a roar, and then burst on his horse shed, and a large piece of red powder fell colorfully.

Then the herd exploded.

Those who can be selected as war horses are generally strictly trained and castrated, and the roar of guns on the battlefield is basically not frightened, but Mao Jue is really lacking in virtue and smoking, and the cannonballs he fired are the stinky hair peeled off by the camels raised by the Dongjiang River and the Dongjiang chili powder ground into a very fine powder.

In West Asia, the camel cavalry was once known as the cavalry killer, it is said that it is because the smell of camels can make the war horses crazy, although I don't know if it is true or false, but even if it is not good, there is also the fine pepper noodles, the effect of the two things together is simply super good, thousands of horses snorted and red eyes directly dragged down the horse shed, and thousands of horses galloped from the head of the military camp on the side.

"Enemy attack!"

The terrible screams were overwhelming, and Liu Jun, who was running while dodging the horse's hooves, choked and sneezed, but soon they knew how lucky they were to suck some of the red powder, because the brothers in front of them were spraying red blood.

In the winter, he was ordered to lie in the snow and not get up in the morning, and it was a trivial thing to crawl forward, and before he knew it, the Dongjiang soldiers had already climbed to the vicinity of the trench like a gecko, and when he heard the signal, he stood up suddenly, and a burst of gunfire crackled out, and the trench guards who had not yet returned to their senses were knocked over a large area, and the Liu Jun sentry on the corner of the trench directly exploded three bloody holes in his chest, and he didn't even scream, so he turned over and fell.

Originally, Wen Meng was still a little worried about Liu Jun's cannons, but these things were really ornamental, the two sides had already engaged in a fierce gunfight in front of the trench, and the artillery carrying the shells did not fit in for a long time.

The musketeers in front also made a mistake with all the Daming musketeers, and they didn't look at the distance, they took out their guns and hit, which made those Liu Jun musketeers vomit blood, and in the fierce gunfire exchanges, a few stray bullets hit the Dongjiang cotton armor to break the skin and get stuck on the armor, but at the same distance, the Dongjiang army died when it hit.

Neglect of training, the firearm rang out for three or four minutes, Liu Jun's musket began to mute, at this time the Dongjiang soldiers still maintained an efficient output, but Wen Meng couldn't wait, holding the gun, shouting, he was the first to climb into Liu Jun's trench.

"Rush with Lao Tzu!"

I really don't know who this trench is dug for, in the narrow ditch, the soldiers of the Dongjiang River are more comfortable than Liu Jun, facing Wen Meng, more than a dozen thin Liu Jun like a little chicken boy ran over in a panic with a knife and shield, and Wen Meng didn't look at it, he directly kicked on the shield in front of him, and with a bang, he sent someone to fall back like a domino.

It's really not an exaggeration, in history, the ancient generals often fought a few, more than a dozen, because of what the generals ate, three meals a day, meat and vegetables, the small soldiers can't eat enough, the weight can be dozens of pounds different, and the strength is naturally different, not to mention that Dongjiang is full of food and hard work, and it is not a problem for three or four Ming troops in a top pass, and in comparison, these Liu army miscellaneous soldiers seem to be weaker.

It was like a god descending to earth, the flintlock pistol was thrown behind his back, Wen Meng stretched out his hand and pulled out the Dongjiang distribution sapper shovel, reached out to pick up the head of the army who was pressed to the ground by the shield and stood up, and clicked a shovel on his head, and the erosion like ketchup gushed out at once, spraying Wen Meng's body.

Throwing aside the still convulsive corpse without any scruples, in those Liu Jun's frightened eyes, he reached out and picked up the collar of the second person............

smashed four or five heads in a row, none of them could survive a round, seeing a fellow robe madman slashing frantically with a knife, but Wen Meng blocked it with a flick of his left arm, and there was another headshot, and Liu Jun in the back completely collapsed, crying dad and shouting like a monkey crawling on the wall of the trench and escaping.

In the blink of an eye, there was no Liu Jun in the first ditch, and there were four or five Dongjiang troops who had rushed in first, looking at each other.

"That's too easy, isn't it?"

I thought that 800 raided 5,000, how could it be a vicious battle, I didn't even breathe, I climbed the wall of the trench with my support, and Liu Jun in the second and third trenches in front of me actually fled, and Wen Meng, who was watching, was really stunned and scratched his head.

But the work that should be done still has to be done, stunned for a moment, Wen Meng roared again, and the sapper shovel full of blood swung forward, and rushed forward again.

…………

On the other end, it seems that he has won the battle, Liu Zeqing was actually drunk last night, and the cannon outside had been sounding for a long time, he woke up in a daze, and he was still woken up by the woman next to him who stepped on his chest and ran away in panic, revealing a wet and black chest hair on his chest, Liu Zeqing stood up in a daze, and shouted arrogantly.

"Who is fucking noisy, dare to make Lao Tzu sleep, Lao Tzu will fucking cut you!"

Before these words fell, at the door of the gorgeous tent, half of Gollum's head rolled in, and then two Liu Zeqing's personal soldiers staggered in, and before they stood up and screamed, four or five Dongjiang soldiers came in with bayonets, and in the terrifying sound of puff, there were seven or eight more blood holes on their bodies, and the two of them directly whined and wailed.

The most elite and capable of fighting the generals of the Ming Dynasty is the pro-soldiers around the generals, but these pro-soldiers are not the opponents of the Dongjiang pro-corps, along the opened door curtain, Liu Zeqing looked out of the tent in disbelief, there was a corpse of his pro-soldier hanging on the water tank, and a thick layer of red blood had accumulated in a low-lying area on the ground.

"It's that simple?"

The shield was thrown, weighing the sapper shovel in his hand, Wen Meng slipped in, and shook his head in disbelief, from the beginning of the assault to the killing of Liu Zeqing's tent, it only took five or six minutes, no wonder the strangled peasant army did not mobilize Liu Zeqing, it was too wasteful, and such goods still dared to grab the Lai Dao?

In fact, Wen Meng was a little wronged Liu Zeqing, he still has the strength, more than a thousand pro-soldiers, under normal circumstances, these people are still enough to support those miscellaneous soldiers to fight against Dongjiang for an hour or two.

But last time, Liu Zeqing's own soldiers were chopped up by more than 200, and more than 700 Xiangmazi bandits were sent out to cooperate with the recruitment to besiege Laixi County, there are only more than 100 left here, and it is a bit insufficient to protect Liu Zeqing, how can he support the legion?

Listening to Wen Meng's muttering, Liu Zeqing came back to his senses, staggered back to the bed, and then he hissed like a wounded old wolf.

"Lao Tzu is the chief soldier of Shandong, the emperor himself is the governor of the left capital, you dare to fucking fight Lao Tzu's troops, and you can't rebel? Lao Tzu wants to punish your nine clans, a thousand knives!"

"Huh!"

The mustache that had been hanging around sneered at the corners of his mouth, and he weighed the sapper shovel in his hand again, and then Wen Meng slammed the shovel forward.

Click~

"Ahh!!h

(End of chapter)