"Brother Cheng, wait, leave him alive!" Han Yue suddenly stopped him, Cheng Chu was stunned when he heard this, and the axe changed from splitting to smashing, and smashed into Ada's chest with a click, directly breaking a few ribs. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ada spurted a mouthful of blood, and although he rolled his eyes in pain, he didn't pass out.

Han Yuefei ran over, he glanced at Ada's face, and found that Ada had three blood carvings smeared on his forehead and a green wolf tattooed on his neck, which was the costume only of Turkic warriors. Han Yue was overjoyed, and waved his hand directly: "Tie it up for me." ”

Two villagers jumped out of the trench and tied Ada with ropes. One of them was puzzled: "Master Hou, didn't killing Hu Ling mean that one head has two money?" Can you sell more if you catch it alive? ”

Han Yue smiled faintly and said: "This person has three blood carvings on his head, and a giant wolf tattooed on his neck, this kind of costume is only available to Turkic warriors, it's a pity to chop off his head to exchange it for two pieces of money, Master Hou, I have a lot of use in keeping him." ”

"Oh!" The two villagers didn't seem to understand, anyway, as long as what the young marquis said, it must be right, and they returned to the trench with Ada who was tied into a rice dumpling.

At this time, the ten red-clothed cannons had already completed the second round of loading, and Han Xiao's crisp voice sounded behind him, and he asked obediently, "Master Hou, do you still want to open the cannons?" ”

"Open!" Han Yue waved his right hand suddenly, pointed to the bottom of the mountain and said, "Keep exploding, those miscellaneous people are injured, and most of the war horses have been killed, just so that the solid bullet can be used." He glanced at Han Xiao, and suddenly said: "Remember to hit one place every time you shoot a salvo, sweep a place and then change the target, and strive to maximize the lethality of the cannon." ”

"Don't worry, Master Hou, I won't let you down." Han Xiao smiled sweetly at him, suddenly remembered something, suddenly spit out his fragrant tongue, raised his little hand next to his temples and saluted: "People just said the wrong thing, it should be obeyed, please rest assured, sir." The appearance of the elf is cute, but also heroic, and a few young people in the trench swallow and spit.

"Go ahead!" Han Yue waved his hand again, listening to the tinkling of Han Xiao's close-fitting little armor, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the little girl's upturned ass, and he also felt itchy and hard to scratch.

"Hey, hey, brother, I'll serve you!" A hairy face suddenly appeared in front of him, needless to say, it was also Cheng Chumo, this thing looked lewd. Swinging his expression, he lowered his voice and said with a wicked smile: "There is a Tian Doudou in the family, a Luo Jing'er in the army, Tang Yao in charge of Zhuangzi, and Xiao Han Xiao when he goes out, brother, my brother will obey you......"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Han Yue pushed him, looked at the valley more and more, and said lightly: "Now is not the time to laugh, the Turks are organizing a counterattack, if they attack the hills, these villagers under our command will not be able to resist it." ”

"Don't be afraid!" Cheng Chumo patted his chest, he held the axe in one hand, and carried the big basket in the other, and said proudly: "Brother has enough ammunition, they come for nothing." As he spoke, he reached out and took out an earthen grenade from the basket, pulled off the lead and threw it down, but there was a bang, and several Turks who wanted to rush up the hill were suddenly blown away.

"It's exciting!" Cheng Chumo licked his tongue, then took out another grenade and said, "I'm right, how many people will be killed, brother, you don't have to worry." ”

Han Yue shook his head slowly, he was not as optimistic as Cheng Chumo, although the Turkic cavalry below was disabled, there were still not a few people alive, this was not a good phenomenon.

If the other party's commander is a ruthless man, he will definitely organize his subordinates to attack the mountain desperately, and once the Turks rush up, it will be a massacre in the face of the unarmed people.

But his fears came true!

The general of this Turkic vanguard army was none other than Khuborchi, who was brave enough to defeat Ada, but his temperament was unusually calm, and he did not rush single-handedly like Ada, but constantly ordered his remaining men to attack the mountain.

The Turks were brutal and bloodthirsty, and soon Khuborchi organized two teams of 1,000 men to charge Han Yue and the villagers in ambush.

The hill was not high, it was very flat and even a little flat, and the two thousand-man teams attacked as if they were not killed, especially the hundreds of people in the lead were not injured, so the speed of the advance was very fast.

Although Cheng Chumo threw grenades hard, he still couldn't suppress the opponent's momentum. The face of the creature gradually became less optimistic, and finally the last grenade was thrown away, and he grabbed the axe in both hands and scolded: "His grandmother's, watch Lao Tzu go down and chop up these miscellaneous pieces." ”

He raised his foot and was about to rush down, but was grabbed by Han Yue and shouted angrily: "Are you going down to find death?" He pushed Cheng Mo vigorously, and the two jumped directly into the trench, and by this time many Turks had already rushed to a distance of fifty paces, and many began to set up bows and shoot arrows.

Arrows were constantly flying above the trench, and they were getting denser and denser, and there were signs of sealing off the ambush.

Han Yue was a little impatient in his heart, and he shouted at the fort area: "Han Xiao, quickly adjust the angle of the cannon and fire a salvo at the hundreds of people in front!" ”

"Obey the order, sir!" Han Xiao's voice sounded again, crisp as a bell, and it made people's hearts feel uplifted: "The shell has been loaded, do you want to fire it now!" ”

"Fire, fire, fire now!" Han Yue yelled, slammed his fist on the ground, and shouted angrily: "Give me a hard beating, blow up these miscellaneous pieces!" ”

Thundered!

Ten cannons exploded again, shaking the heavens and the earth, and tongues of fire were swallowed. The solid shells hit at close range, and the Turks on the opposite side gathered together to attack the mountain, and hundreds of people were smashed down in an instant.

"Hurry up and reload quickly, and give me another wave!" Han Yue yelled, and the villagers who were in charge of loading the cannons over there also knew that the situation was urgent, and more than a dozen people braved the Turks' bows and arrows to desperately load, and three civilians were directly shot to death, and several others were also hit by several arrows.

"Fire, fire, up!" Han Yue's eyes were red, the green tendons on his neck flared up, and he was almost roaring and shouting, "Bomb, bomb, bomb, up!" ”

The cannon roared and roared again. Another volley, hundreds more Turks were blown away, and the offensive below was finally suppressed.

No matter how brave the Turks are, they are still human, and as long as they are human, they will be afraid of death. No one had ever seen a thermal weapon at all in this era, and the red-coated cannons were booming, like a brilliant celestial might, especially the continuous volleys, as if they would never stop, and more and more Turks began to feel afraid.

When the cannon fired the last salvo, finally some soldiers could not bear it anymore and began to flee frantically down the mountain.

"This is the thunder of the gods, this is the roar of the devil, we can't win, run for your lives......" With the soldier's shout, more Turks began to turn around. Fear on the battlefield is contagious, and once there is a rout, it will spread instantly, and it cannot be reversed even if the god of war is alive.

Kuborchi shouted angrily, and he even slashed to death a few of his fellow clansmen who fled for their lives, but it could not stop more people from desperately fleeing.

The things on the battlefield are all in one go, then decay, and then exhausted. He looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, knowing that there would never be another chance to organize a counterattack.

Not only that, but he also needs to worry about the other party's pursuit now.

This is not unfounded, but the fact that it is coming, as the general who leads the troops, he knows that fighting depends on morale, and once morale comes up, a few people dare to chase hundreds of people to fight.

Kubolchi had already faintly seen Han Chinese jumping out of the surrounding hills, besieging and killing his own fleeing kindred.

"God will kill me!" He raised his scimitar sharply, determined to fight to the death.