Nozzle.

Liu Er, a former member of the militia branch, looked at the simple wooden wharf in front of him, on the narrow and clear Futun Creek, a sparrow boat was docking, forty wooden boxes with cannonball signs on the boat were neatly stacked, and the boatman who supported the boat lowered the sails and used a penny to prop it up front and back at the same time, and the transport ship from the downstream Yangkou slowly approached the wharf.

"Quick!"

The captain shouted.

Liu Er was the first to push the wheelbarrow under his feet and quickly rushed to the dock, and at the same time, the stevedores of the two groups of boarders each lifted the wooden box and put it on his car, and then motioned for him to go away.

"I can push four!"

He said proudly.

The loading and unloading team did not hesitate, and quickly carried him two more, four boxes of twelve twenty-pound flowering bombs and wooden boxes combined, three hundred pounds of weight pressed on the trolley, Liu Er lifted the handlebar and stepped forward at the same time the wooden wheel immediately creaked, and when he walked out of the dock, it had just rained on the road, and there was an obvious rut immediately. However, he didn't feel heavy at all, but like he had inexhaustible strength, pushing these heavy shells forward quickly, he had just received the land and received thirty catties of corn seeds, and at this moment he had only one thought in his heart, as soon as possible to send these shells to the front line of Shanguan, more than 20 miles away, and he must not let those dog Tartars come back and ruin his good life.

In front of him and behind him, there were countless members of the front team with the same idea, pushing cartloads of ammunition on the rugged mountain roads like him.

It's a tough road.

There is no easy road to follow in this high mountain range.

They also did not supervise, including their captain also pushed a cart full of ammunition, and even those who did not have a cart, directly carried the ammunition box with a flat pole, everyone was desperately speeding up, and from time to time there were Ming cavalry on horseback walking by next to them, and even in the distance there were constant gunshots, that was the cavalry guarding the transport line and the sneak attack of the Qing army.

Twenty miles of mountains and forests are only there, and the Qing cavalry can block them, but the infantry of the Green Battalion can also use the cover of the mountains and forests to bypass the horses and attack this vital transportation line.

Not only did the Ming army's cavalry reconnaissance post and two infantry sentry guard the road from Shuikou to Shanguan, but these militia members were also armed, including Liu Er's car with a spear horizontally, and he was also ready to engage the enemy at any time. In order to defend the happy life of himself and his descendants, if he really met a Tartar, he would let it go, anyway, the holy decree of the Emperor has been issued, all the militia who died for the front are treated as dead soldiers, and there have been such cases before, their relatives not only received pensions without any deductions, but their children were also taken to special schools to receive free education.

In this case, I'm afraid of a bird!

"Tartar!"

Suddenly, there was a shout beside him.

On the galloping war horses, with the shouts of the officers, dozens of cavalrymen pulled out their horse pistols at the same time, pulled the hammer in a neat motion, and aimed at the Qing army that was rushing out in the dense forest and pulled the trigger, but at the same time that the Qing army continued to fall, these cavalrymen did not load the bullets, but pushed the huge retainer outside the trigger and then pulled it back, and then re-pulled the hammer to aim, and almost in the blink of an eye, the second round of bullets was fired. Relying on the terrifying rate of fire, despite the fact that there was only one team of forty cavalrymen, hundreds of Qing troops fell in pieces, and in just one reload of the front-loading rifles, these cavalrymen fired seven rounds of ammunition at the Qing army, and then they pulled out the barrel from behind the butt as fast as they could, and then pulled out the spare barrel from an ammunition box next to them and loaded it.

However, at this time, relying on the numerical superiority and the cover of trees, many Qing troops still rushed past their interception.

Just when the Ming cavalry fired again, not far from Liu Er, a Qing soldier suddenly emerged from behind the tree, raised the flintlock pistol in his hand and aimed at a cavalryman, the latter who was pouring bullets on the opposite side did not notice, Liu Er hurriedly shouted, and at the same time picked up the spear and threw it over, the Qing soldier was scared by him, and then the spear came to him, this guy's hand trembled, and the bullet immediately did not know where to fly.

The cavalryman turned his gun at the same time.

Before he could pull the trigger, the two Qing soldiers were inserted in the middle, and the muzzle of the cavalry had to change the target, but the Qing soldiers opposite Liu Er viciously pulled out their knives and pounced directly at him, Liu Er, who grew up in the mountains, was agile, grabbed his wrist and pushed it to the corner of the ammunition box, and the Qing soldier screamed and the knife fell immediately.

But this guy was also thoroughly enraged.

He smashed a punch in Liu Er's face, Liu Er hugged him directly regardless of the pain, the two fell on the mountain road together, and then scuffled together like a street fight, it was obvious that Liu Er's strength was greater, and he quickly pressed the Qing soldier, picked up a stone from the side, and smashed it on the opponent's face, in the latter's screams, he kept smashing, and the blood quickly splashed his face, until the Qing soldier was completely silent, he stood up with a face full of blood and picked up the knife next to him, With a loud roar, he rushed towards another Qing soldier who was fighting with the captain of the front branch.

The Qing soldier was so frightened that he hurriedly fled, but was slashed in the shoulder by Liu Er, and at the same time as he fell, the spear of the former captain also stabbed him in the chest.

"Poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people!"

Xiang Rong, who saw this scene, said sadly and angrily.

At this time, the Qing army was already in a rout, he personally led three hundred Qing troops, sneak attack on a team of only forty cavalry to protect the people, but was defeated, those people were fierce and did not lose the bandits, he really couldn't understand this reality, and in the end it could only be attributed to the poor mountains and bad waters.

"Withdraw!"

Xiang Zongbing looked at the last Qing soldier who was still on the mountain road, screamed and fell down in the violent beating of the four people, and then said to his own soldiers with a sad face.

Then he disappeared into the mountains and forests as fast as he could.

As for the Qing army, which was fleeing in confusion......

That one had to ask for a blessing.

Soon the battlefield fell silent, the Ming cavalry and the front team did not clean up the battlefield, these will be done later, they set off at the fastest speed to continue the road, soon arrived at the logistics base of the horse, there will be no more Qing army attacks forward, the cavalry of the guard immediately returned to meet the next batch, and Liu Er and others continued to push the cart forward, and an hour later they arrived at the front line of Shanguan.

"This brother, take this!"

A Ming army officer with a Fuzhou accent handed him a red star.

"Master Jun, what is this?"

Liu Er said suspiciously.

"Didn't you kill a Tartar? This is your merit card, take it to the military management committee, there will be a reward for you, as for you to help others kill the Tartars, there is also a part of the reward, but because you didn't kill it, so the merit card is there with him, but there is a record in the merit book, and the two of you can go over to receive it together, and, don't call me a military master, call me a brother, we are all Holy Brothers. ”

The officer said.

"Can I see how the army fights the Tartars?"

Liu Er looked at the looming cannons on the hilltop position filled with gunsmoke and said.

"Let's go up!"

The officer said, waving.

Liu Er immediately thanked him, carried a box of cannonballs with the excitement of pilgrimage, and then ran to the position on the top of the mountain with those logistics soldiers.

In front of him, the cannons as short and thick as buckets were lined up, and the artillerymen skillfully loaded the medicine bags, and then from the wooden box he carried, took out the spherical shells the size of a human head and quickly loaded the fuse into the chamber and opened fire, and on the other position not far away, two kinds of cannons of different lengths were also constantly roaring, but those long-barreled cannon shells were loaded from the tail of the cannons, and the shells fired by the fifty-two cannons, all of which flew nearly a mile away with a faint trail of smoke.

There a large number of Tartar cavalry was advancing, and these shells were constantly exploding in their midst.

He could even see how the Tartars were blown away.

In front of the Tartar cavalry were infantry.

The Tartar infantry, dressed in the same way as he had seen them, and with the same obvious cowardice as the ones he had usually seen, were falling in pieces.

Although not a single shell exploded among them.

Because in the terraces at the foot of the mountain, the dense Ming infantry was neatly arranged, and the countless muskets in the hands of these infantry formed a jungle, a jungle that spewed flames outward, and those Tartar soldiers even fell in pieces more than fifty zhang away, and the corpses were piled up into an obvious mountain of corpses. A group of logistics soldiers were carrying another wooden box that was also transported by them, walking behind them along the mountain road, taking out the cowhide boxes from the boxes, and then replacing the empty boxes from the hands of the soldiers, who hung the new boxes on their waists, and skillfully opened and took out the cardboard packages inside to fill the bullets.

There were also logistical soldiers carrying wooden boxes full of muskets, and from time to time someone passed his rifle and replaced it with one taken out of the box.

Liu Er found that there was someone not far away who was responsible for cleaning the chamber of the gun, and there was also a box of brand-new muskets on the side, and the occasional damaged muskets that were being cleaned were taken out and put in another box, and then one was taken out from the new guns to make up for it.

However, he didn't see a single wounded soldier, let alone a dead Ming army, in fact, not even the shells and bullets of the Tartars hit this hill, whether the Ming artillery or infantry can be said to be in any danger, with a relaxed and happy expression in the target, but on the opposite side of the mountain road from here to Shanguan for nearly a mile and in the tea gardens on both sides, the corpses of countless Tartar soldiers and war horses stretched out, and the blood even stained the new shoots that were germinating.

"This is the heavenly soldier!"

He couldn't help but sigh.

And at this moment, there was a chaotic scream among the Tartars on the opposite side, starting with the cavalry in the back and the infantry in front, and all the Tartars ran back like they had received some order.

They were defeated again.