Half an hour later, the sky became darker, and on the mountain road that must be passed from Majiazhuang to Liangshi Manor, a team of packs appeared. Walking in front were four or five thick and short Mongolians, and following were seven or eight Han soldiers wearing gray cloth shirts and carrying simple wooden guns.

The Mongolians and Han people have a very obvious difference. First of all, their hairstyles are their hair styles: at that time, the standard hairstyles of Mongolians were to cross and shave two straight lines in the middle of the head, then shave some of the hair behind the head, tied or shaved off the front, and some were trimmed into various shapes, allowing them to naturally cover the forehead, and then braided the hair on both sides of the left and right sides, and the knots drooped down to the shoulders. It is called "Pojiao", such as the three-paired head of Chinese children. From Genghis Khan to ordinary shepherds, the hair is the same.

In addition, the military uniforms of the Mongolian Yuan soldiers were also significantly different from those of the Han soldiers. They wore a military uniform called "waistline jacket" with tight and narrow sleeves, short and knee-length, wide hem, tight folds, and a wide waist with braids at the waist. From generals, ten thousand houses or palace guards to ordinary soldiers, they were all dressed the same, the only difference was the quality of the clothes and the quality of the outer armor.

These Mongolian armors, swords, bows, ropes and arrows were placed on the backs of mules in the middle of the team. Looking at these sets of raw cowhide armors that didn't even have a few iron pieces, you know that these Mongolians were just ordinary soldiers.

However, even if only ordinary soldiers were just ordinary soldiers, in this conquered land, in front of the last southerners, they were the first-class masters, the supreme beings who dominated life and death - at least, for the women who tied their hands behind their backs and threw them on the mule's backs.

The Meng Yuan soldier in front held a wine pot and grabbed the roast chicken with the other, singing loudly in Mongolian language: "We are the eagle of Xue Chanhan, the master of the world, and we are the loyal dogs of Emperor Khan Bali..." He sang while drinking, so happy.

The Han soldiers following behind saw that the Meng Yuan soldiers were no longer interested, and from time to time reached out to the buttocks of the woman on the mule back, which caused the woman to scream in surprise, while the Meng Yuan soldiers laughed.

The two Han soldiers who fell to the end talked in a low voice, and one of the younger and thin men said, "It's really strange. I used to threaten all kinds of people. The old guy from Majiazhuang refused to give it to me. I squeezed it out a little. I just argued for a long time to give it to grain or white rice. I never thought that the old guy went out and got a change of temper when he came back. He gave it whatever he wanted, just asking us to leave quickly... Lao Qi, do you think there will be..."

"What can I have?" The big bearded soldier laughed, "The old guy is stingy. He can pick a little bit. If he really can't do it, he will send him to the plague god as soon as possible, for fear that we will cause trouble if we stay in Zhuangzi for a long time."

"We are the plague gods..."

"Bad! That's the Mongolian master. At most, we are plagues. Let's take a look at the first taste of the soup."

The young and thin man was so happy that he did not feel ashamed of the "plague" at all. It was just because, as the bearded soldier said, as a servant of the Meng Yuan soldiers, he could still eat soup. Like those new soldiers, they had no need to drink water for washing their feet.

At this time, the team was about to walk down the hill, and the trees around it were gradually becoming thinner, but they were a little cooler than the lush shade of the top of the hill. Looking closely, the large and small earth buns on both sides actually had a graveyard - this was a mass grave.

No matter how Mongolian and Han people in this team are, they don’t say that they kill people, at least they are used to death. There are several mud renovations in graves, which are obviously new recently. If they don’t do it well, they are still causing them to do so.

Someone whispered: "It's dark, it's bright, it's time to light up the torch."

So the team stopped one after another, cut more than a dozen branches and leaves nearby, wrapped them with hay. Then they untied their bags, took out the grease and applied them to them. Someone clattered the scythe, Mars splashed, and the torch lighted up.

Just as the torch lighted up, the flames flashed behind the earthblock.

Bang!

The soldier shook his neck, touched his neck, fell down, and the torch fell to the ground, igniting a piece of dry grass beside the road.

The moment the fire sounded strangely, the Mongolian soldiers and soldiers were confused - there was a fire behind the grave, and there was a strange sound, and then someone fell to the ground. Could it be that it was a ghost?

Then there were two other graves banging again. This time, one man and one mule were shot, jumping and jumping, causing chaos in the team.

As the mass grave came, a roar filled with rage: "Beat!"

A sudden bang sound was heard, and the sharp sound of the projectile cutting through the air made my scalp numb. The Mongolian and Han soldiers were wailing and were beaten so hard that they could not find the north. Not to mention wearing armor to fight, they didn't even have time to take off their shields.

Shi Yang held the Black Star in both hands, shot all seven bullets in the magazine in one breath, and did not replace the bullets. He held the double-barrel hunting rifle in his hand, jumped out from behind the grave, and shot one by one, even when loading the shotgun. The shell shells with faint white smoke fell one by one on the grass where he walked, and the battlefield changed from the initial intensive shooting to a single shot with only him and one by one.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...

In order to prevent accidental injury, Wang Ping'an ordered the stop of shooting when Shi Yang jumped out of the grave.

Until Shi Yang approached and shot only seven or eight steps away from his opponent, the attacked Menghan soldiers finally realized that it was not a haunted grave, but an enemy attacked, using terrible weapons that were unheard of. But it was too late. From the moment the torch fell to the ground, more than a dozen Mongolian and Han soldiers, from the moment the torch fell to the ground, only in just one cup of tea, everyone was either dead or injured, and none of them were in a complete way.

Tat, two steaming shells were thrown out to the ground one after another. As Shi Yang continued to fill the bullets, a unique sharp sound of a bird gun sounded behind him - bang! At the same time, a sharp arrow passed through Shi Yang's right cheek, bringing a thread of blood.

This was also the only counterattack by the Mongolian and Yuan sides in the entire battle.

Shi Yang had no expression on his face and did not try it. He stuck the barrel plate straight, walked straight to the Mongolian soldier who wanted to shoot him with a bow and arrow but was shot by Ding Xiaoyi, and raised the gun. Suddenly, he turned the gun and didn't even look at it. With a bang, he shot the Mongolian soldier who was struggling to pull out a short axe and wanted to throw it out, and he beat him five or six steps away from the side, and his face was blooming and falling down with a depressed look.

Shi Yang turned the gun again, pressed the Mongolian soldier's forehead, his eyes were cold, and he pulled the plate machine. Suddenly, he stretched out a hand to grab the barrel and lifted it up.

Bang!

With a shot, the shotguns knocked the Mongolian soldiers' corrugated hats away in the air. The Mongolian soldiers' ears buzzed and roared, and they were completely stunned.

"You..." Shi Yang glared, because the person holding up the barrel was Ding Xiaoyi.

Ding Xiaoyi let go and tapped the wooden sign representing the head position on the Mongolian soldier's waist with the long bird gun barrel, spitting out two words: "Substitute."

Shi Yang's numb face finally had an expression, a cluster of flames lit up in his eyes, his fingers slowly released the plate machine, turned the hunting rifle, and the butt stock was smashed heavily...
Chapter completed!