On a sunny afternoon, on the Houmi Ridge, more than 100 miles south of Lingao, Huang Mengjia surrounded a simple village with a group of people and was ordering people to shout. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Brothers and sisters of Luo Tiantong, listen up, we are from Fanbao Mountain, and we have come to receive the 36 mountains and 72 villages of Houmiling. If you are willing to cooperate, we promise not to kill innocents indiscriminately, otherwise, the army will come and there will be no grass and no bones! ”

This village, called Luo Tiantong, was very simple, and did not have the same defensive facilities as it had at the beginning, but only built a simple fence full of thorns around it, which was equivalent to no defense in front of the hot-weaponized special combat team. The reason why he did not attack directly, but shouted first, was to keep the Ding Kou in the stockade, otherwise the platoon guns and bayonets would be pushed all the way, and it would be difficult for this small stockade to leave a few live mouths.

Behind the improvised thorn fence, several heads were exposed, and a leader-like man responded loudly in Li: "You are willing to be the lackeys of the Han people, and your ancestors will not recognize you after death." Hurry back and get back, Houmi Ridge is where we have lived for generations, why should you accept it? ”

Huang Mengjia turned around and asked, "Is this the leader of Luo Tiantong who is shouting?" ”

A Li man next to him, who was only wearing a cloth shirt and a crotch, nodded and replied: "Yes, yes, this is Ma Shi, the leader of Luo Tiantong, he is the best hunter in the entire Monkey Ridge, who can kill jackals with his bare hands and kill wild boars with one arrow!" ”

This man was the leader of a stockade that Huang Mengjia had conquered before, named Wu Ya, and now he had become Huang Mengjia's guide and vanguard.

Houmi Ridge is an important branch of Wuzhi Mountain, the highest peak is more than 1500 meters above sea level, but the surrounding is a typical hilly terrain, at the foot of the mountain there is a branch of the Nandu River flowing through, by the mountains and rivers, very suitable for living. Because it is too far away from the county seat, coupled with the obstruction of high mountains and dense forests, the footprints of the Han people have not yet reached here, and there are dozens of Shengli tribes living around the entire Houmi Mountains, known as 36 mountains and 72 villages. On weekdays, these tribes live by hunting, do not interact with each other much, and live a primitive and undisputed life. And the arrival of Huang Mengjia completely broke the peace of Monkey Ridge.

Huang Mengjia led two or three hundred people from the special combat team, plus several hundred native soldiers from Shuli Village, such as Qing Shui Tong and Ti Nan Dong, who were the first to approach the Qiongzhou battalion, and killed all the way from Fanbao Mountain to here. Along the way, he eliminated a few scattered tribes, and encountered no decent resistance at all, until he reached the Monkey Ridge, a mountain where Shengli was concentrated, and encountered organized resistance.

Huang Mengjia's combat method is also very simple, using the crushing advantage of the special combat team, concentrating firepower to kill the leader of the tribe first, and after the dragons have no leader, then use iron weapons and salt as bait to force the tribesmen to make a choice of two choices: either slaughter the village, or accept the name of the household, and become a familiar Li under the rule of the Qiongzhou battalion. This method of combat was simple and effective, and the native soldiers of Qingshui and Tinantong did not even have much chance to make a move, and purely as a transport brigade carrying iron and salt, they followed behind to fight soy sauce, and when the battle began, they made up a number of people and made a strong momentum.

Although Wu Ya is not a good hunter, he has a very flexible brain, and he is one of the few tribal leaders in Houmi Ridge who has not been "beheaded". After seeing the iron pipe that the special combat team can emit fire and light, and can kill the opponent beyond the range of the bow and arrow, he did not hesitate to "abandon the darkness and turn to the light", and became Huang Mengjia's loyal little brother. Huang Mengjia was very satisfied with his hard work, and gave him twenty hook knives made of fine iron as a reward.

For Sheng Li, the iron made of fine iron is tantamount to the Longquan sword in the eyes of the Han people, which is rare and precious. After Wu Ya got these treasures, he followed Huang Mengjia even more desperately.

Listening to Wu Ya's words, Huang Mengjia smiled.

"A hunter who can hunt jackals with his bare hands? Hehe......" Huang Mengjia pinched his knuckles, making a crackling sound, and looked ahead with interest, "It's been too long to play with guns, and I haven't done anything with people for a long time, but today I want to meet this best hunter in Houmiling." ”

He said to Huang Da, deputy of the special combat team: "Since this Ma Shi toasts and doesn't eat and drink, don't waste time, go straight to it." ”

Ma Shi and his clansmen stared at this group of uninvited guests, he had long heard that a group of ripe Li came down from the mountain, not only with excellent iron weapons as weapons, but also with iron pipes sharper than bows and arrows, which could kill the enemy with flames invisibly, and the blockers were invincible, but he didn't expect to reach the mountain so quickly.

He encouraged his people: "Don't be afraid, we are all the bravest hunters in Houmi Ridge, if you can't stop them, retreat into the dense forest, and use traps and traps to deal with them, just like hunting wild boars." ”

At this time, the familiar men dressed in neat bright red clothes on the opposite side lined up in a straight line, and then picked up the swarthy iron pipes.

Before the warriors of Luo Tiantong didn't know what was going on, they fell down one by one, in a pool of blood, some of them were still convulsing and struggling, trying to use their hands to pick out the lead pills from the wound on their chests.

Ma Shi was shocked and angry, this is the invisible iron pipe that can kill people a hundred steps away?

After a platoon of guns, the special operators picked up their bayonets and began to charge. If they continued to shoot, the small stockade would be dead, and these Shengli would not know how to dodge lead bullets at all, so they would only stand and be beaten.

Seeing the shining bayonets plunged into the chests of the tribesmen, Ma Shi was furious, and brandished his weapon—a spear with polished stones tied to a wooden stick as a spear—and rushed into the battlefield, blocking one bayonet after another for his people, and shouting: "Go, go to the dense forest, where is our battlefield." ”

With the rich experience accumulated in fighting fierce beasts, Ma Shi, who was agile and agile, wrestled with several special combat team members with big shoulders and round waists, and did not fall behind at all, and fought and retreated, ready to look for an opportunity to retreat.

At this time, a tall and burly figure appeared in Ma Shi's field of vision, holding a thick iron rod that was one person high.

Seeing the captain's move, the special combat team members left Ma Shi and chased after the rest of the life.

Huang Mengjia raised the eyebrow-raising iron rod with one hand and smashed it down on the horse stone, bringing the sound of whirring wind.

Ma Shi was taken aback, how much strength does it take to raise a stick with one hand to split such a wind? He didn't have time to escape, so he could only raise his spear to block the stick.

With a "snap", the spear broke in response, and the iron rod was not hindered at all, directly hitting Ma Shi's right shoulder. Ma Shi spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees, his right arm hanging weakly.

Huang Mengjia shook his head in disappointment: "This is the best hunter in Monkey Miling?" With one hand, he lifted the iron rod and walked around Ma Shi to the panicked clansmen in the village, without looking at Ma Shi again.

After a while, blood slowly flowed from Ma Shi's mouth and nose, his face was as pale as paper, and then he fell to the ground like a sack, facing the sky, and his eyes were no longer bright. In the rear, terrible screams came and went, but unfortunately he could no longer hear them.