The morning sunlight dispelled the thin mist. Five corpses and three seriously injured and dying shopkeepers were lying in front of the gate of the Ma Family Mansion. One of the shopkeepers who were shot in the abdomen crawled all the way to the front of the gate, and wherever they passed, they dragged out long blood marks. The shopkeeper half-suppressed his body and leaned against the gate, holding the door knocker with his hand, but the gate was closed. The shopkeeper also did not move, obviously he had died for a long time.

The mountains are silent, the villa is deep, and the fields are silent. Only the white and monumental words "The person who leaves the village will die!" are particularly terrifying.

It was noon, and the village gate suddenly opened wide, and a group of soldiers holding obvious new wooden shields flocked out. The front row was the village guests, who were responsible for raising the shield to defend. In the middle were servant soldiers, including Han people, Jurchens, and Goryeo people. They held long spears and short swords, preparing to fight against each other. Finally, there were seven or eight Mongolian Tartars, each holding a stubborn sheep's horn bow, with five or six arrows between his fingers. When he rushed to the big banyan tree, he raised his bow together and aimed at the small woods at the foot of the mountain fifty steps ahead and shot randomly.

The grass and trees in the forest crackled, but no one was hit by the arrow.

The Mongolian Tatars did not stop shooting arrows, and continued to shoot continuously at places they thought it was possible for Tibetans. The sharp whistle made the arrows pass through the air, causing blood to sink and numb to their scalp.

At this moment, there was finally a sound of gunfire in the forest - bang bang bang! bang bang bang!

There are three sounds every time, and the time is in sequence and the shooting is fast and slow, but after listening carefully for a long time, you can hear that it is basically three sounds, and the projectiles shot straight to the weak places of the shield holder. These wooden shields can actually cover the vital points of the chest and abdomen, and hands and feet cannot completely block them. The shield that really covers all over the body is very heavy, and it is impossible to take dozens of steps when lifting it in your hands. The primary focus of combat in ancient times was physical strength. If you spend your physical strength on carrying the shield, you should wait to be slaughtered when you fight in real hands. The heavy shield that is completely blocked is only useful in defending the city, and is completely unsuitable for field battles.

The gunshots fell, neither too fast nor too slow, but almost every gunshot was accompanied by a patrolman who was crying and whispering, falling down, and his shield rolled all over the ground. When the assault team rushed to the edge of the forest, the patrolman who was in the front row had been beaten to pieces, and less than 30% of the shield could hold the shield. Most of the servants who were preparing to fight in the hand-to-hand manner were exposed.

A thunder cannon suddenly flew out of the mountain halfway up behind the forest, crossed the front, and landed steadily several steps behind the Mongolian Tatars in the last row.

Boom! With a loud bang, the seven or eight Mongolian Tartars who kept shooting arrows overturned the two, and the others were so shocked that they almost threw down their bows and arrows.

At this time, a roar came from Linzi: "Beat!"

Shi Yang rushed out first, and the double-tube hunting rifle in his hand sprayed out rifle flames. Wang Ping'an followed closely behind and shot light for only two seconds in three consecutive seconds, without even enough to get on the bullet. He drew out his left gun and shot it in a random manner, knocking down all the servants who were ten steps away.

Ding Xiaoyi rushed out, Ding Xiaoyao rushed out, and Zhang Junbao, Grasshopper and other young men held various weapons of length and shortness, constantly bombarding the enemy in front of them a few steps away. The Zhuangke and the servants fell to the ground like dominoes, and the Mongolian Tatars who were hiding at the end were finally fully exposed.

Faced with this unprecedented sound and light weapon, the Mongolian Tartars had completely lost their original arrogance, panicked, weak in their bows, and had no accuracy.

Shi Yang's eyes were red and his expression was ferocious, like a wild beast. From the moment he rushed out of the woods, he was completely unprepared for desperate situations. He would kill all the way to the Mongolian Tatars within ten steps, and his voice was hoarse: "Young team is on the ball!"

"Zhang Junbao has finished shooting!"

"The grasshopper has been shot!"

"Han Tiehu has finished the bullet!"

"The youth team obeys the orders - close shooting!"

Shi Yang filled two shotguns into the barrel, without aiming at the gun, and aimed at the panicked Mongolian Tatars.

"Prepare - open fire!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

This round of close-range fire volley completely defeated the Yuan army commando. As the melee team "Sea Team" rushed out of the forest and chased and chopped all the way, a full team of fifty people was finally able to escape back to the courtyard with only twelve or three people.

On a bloody battlefield, Shi Yang pulled out a machete and cut the injured Yuan soldier's throat one by one. Looking at the large trunk of blood and desperate eyes, Shi Yang's once simple eyes showed crazy pleasure, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After another, blood splattered all over him until his wrist holding the knife was caught. Wang Ping'an's low and concerned voice came from his ears: "Brother Shi, stop, you are injured, you need to bandage it."

Shi Yang glanced at his left arm lightly, and an arrow stabbed steadily on his shoulder. As his body swayed, blood oozed out faintly.

"I have suffered so much from the arrow injury." Shi Yang lowered his head and opened his mouth, bit the arrow shaft, shook his head violently, pulled out the arrow with a sneer, and the wound was marked with blood. Shi Yang did not frown, and spit out the arrow with a spit.

Wang Ping'an was anxious and turned his head and shouted: "Ding Xiaoniang, come and bandage it!"

Ding Xiaoyi rushed over with a bird gun on her back, and there was still the grass leaves left behind when she was ambushed on her head and shoulders. After careful examination, the arrow failed to hit the vital point. Moreover, the Mongolian Tatars were shocked by unprecedented weapons at that time and were in a hurry. Not only did they lose their correct head, but their strength was also weak and weak. At such a close distance, they only made three points of flesh and didn't even touch their bones. As long as such arrow injuries were not infected in this era, they would not be considered serious injuries.

Wang Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the closed door, and said, "After this battle, the Yuan soldiers must have no courage to launch a frontal charge from the gate."

On the hillside, several leaders of the squad and young members were discussing the gains and losses of this battle and the subsequent tactics and tactics.

"This battle was good, especially the youth team performed unexpectedly. Of course, the melee team performed well, and the last wave of pursuit killed a lot." When Shi Yang was unstable, Wang Ping'an, who rarely spoke, had to act as a summary spokesperson for the moment. After saying a few words, Wang Ping'an seemed to find something missing and hurriedly added: "We defeated a team of Yuan soldiers, and there were many Mongolian Tartars. One of them did not die, but only three people were injured. This record... tsk, it's amazing, whether it's in the Song army or the Yuan army, it's a big victory."

Ding Xiaoyao said: "Then will we attack Zhuangzi next? Avenge Sister Shu'er."

"This..." Wang Ping'an glanced at Shi Yang and rubbed his hands, "If our bullets are enough..."

"We have few guns and bullets. Both the youth team and the melee team lack experience in the battle... To put it bluntly, even we have not experienced many battles. It is difficult to attack the village, and it will also reveal our strength. Our most secure combat plan is to block the village with a bird gun like when he sniped Chen Yi at sea." Ding Xiaoyi used a branch to draw a simple diagram of the Liang family's courtyard on the ground. "The Liang family has two doors, the front door and the back door. I sealed the gate, and Brother Yang guarded the back door. Heiba ​​Guerrilla, and see whoever thought that he would sneak over the wall like those two guys in the early morning would end them."

Heimaru smacked his thick lips: "It's a pity that those two guys ran away in the early morning."

"We have only two goals - killing and saving people. Killing Baihu Bagen of the Tartars and saving Ma Shihuang. The other minions don't have to worry about him." Wang Ping'an subconsciously touched his bullet belt when he said this. After only three small contact battles, he consumed nearly half of the ammunition. If he was hit by any scum, he would really not be able to withstand it.

"That's it." Shi Yang stood up, turned around and walked towards the back mountain. There was Shu'er's body parked there. Shi Yang made an oath that he would never bury Shu'er if he did not slaughter the Liang family courtyard.

Looking at Shi Yang's back, Yang Zheng gestured with his gesture, meaning "It's okay, he hasn't lost his mind yet."

As Wang Ping'an said, for two days after that, the Yuan soldiers did not launch another attack, nor did they show any signs of breaking through. Liang Qishen sent someone to negotiate, and Shi Yang gave the reply, "Send Ma Shilang first, otherwise there will be no negotiation." And the people who negotiated in the future cut their ears and claimed: "If you have a word first, if you go out to the village, you will die! You have gone out to the village for more than five steps, and for the sake of being here to negotiate, you will only take one ear."

On the third day, Bagen shot an arrow from the wall inside the village and nailed it to the big banyan tree. A roll of white paper was faintly seen on the arrow shaft.
Chapter completed!