The arrows and raindrops flew on the ridge like raindrops. The cold forged armor in Dongjiang was not covered. Even after a fierce battle full of sweat, most of the arrows were blocked. Unfortunately, no matter how strong the armor was, it could not protect the cowardly heart. The sheep in tiger's skin was still a sheep. Under the armor of Dongjiang, the soldiers of the guards still threw away their armor and ran away in a mess.

This time, he dispatched thousands of his personal soldiers and recruited many bandits on the Green Forest Road in Shandong. The real bandits were more than 2,000 people in order to kill Wen Meng. The order he received was to kill him. If one of them was not left, he would use a knife to kill him. After several rounds of arrow rain, the bandit soldiers carried their swords and frightened them up the slope.

Next, there is a massacre.

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There was no iron armor in his neck, full of despair. A summer soldier flew out with his head. On the other side, several loud horses were cruelly thrusting on the ground with their swords. The armor was too strong and he didn't kill him for a while. The unlucky ghost pressed to the ground screamed shrillly as if he was punished by the sword mountain.

I just thought about how much money I could get after helping Liu Zeqing with Dongjiang soldiers, but at this moment, the greed disappeared completely in front of death. I knelt on the ground without any guidance, holding my hands high, shouting with all my might.

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings! Your own people! Your own people!"

Your own person?

Under the moonlight, a knife slashed over, and a wisp of blood splashed out, and the sound came to an abrupt end.

"Ha, I haven't counted anyone!"

He was panting violently against a grave bun. Fang Bingwen was so bachelor that he looked at the blood splashed on his feet. Master Shaoxing laughed with a self-deprecating smile.

"Brother, we have to sleep at the Qinhuai River in the next life!"

With a bang, several horses gathered over. Looking at the corpses with flowers on their heads, they spitted in mockingly, turned around and slashed at the soldiers who were fleeing in all directions.

None of them are left!

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Thirty-six strategies, Li Dai Tao Zan, and Song Xianchi's plan, Fang Bingwen's troops were regarded as abandoned sons to attract Liu Zeqing's attention, but this was definitely not just about eliminating the two Jinyiwei nails. Song Datou, a liar who ran around the world, was far more cruel than Fang Bingwen imagined! He wanted to capture the thief and capture the king, and he took action to get rid of Liu Zeqing, the general of Shandong, to save trouble for the old man!

Fire and the general of the province!

With a soft grass mat on his head and a grass root in his mouth, Wen Meng was looking at the sky with a humming moan. If a beautiful girl lies beside him at this time, it would be romantic. Unfortunately, Wen Meng is obviously not a romantic person. A purple-black corpse lying beside him, his neck was unnaturally tilted to the side, obviously being pinched off.

After all, it was from Liao Town. Liu Zeqing was familiar with scouts near the army. Unfortunately, compared with the old birds like Dongjiang, they were still too young. The entire scout team is now lying under Wen Meng's feet.

In front of Wen Meng, the first group of scouts Xu Luobu was holding a telescope and nodded with his thumb in Northeast dialect.

"Oh my god! Our Military Advisor Song is so accurate. There are four or five hundred stoves and five thousand people at the sky!"

"It's a big deal! If you add Lacey's 7,000 yuan, let alone the nonsense, there will be a few more moments. It's time to change the shift of this braised eggplant. Did you find the one named Liu?"

"Boss, you still have to look for it. There are only a dozen tents, and the rest are sheds and pits, all of which are there."

"Why are you still standing there?"

He turned over and slapped Xu Luobu on the head. Then Wen Meng and a terrifying dragon jumped up like that, and also took the telescope into their hands and looked towards the military camp below.

In order to scare Yu Dacheng, the civil servant, Liu Zeqing has really made a fortune. The military camp stationed near Pingdu is really magnificent. The triple trenches are dug, and cannons are set up between the trenches. In the southeast corner, a group of war horses are raising their hooves and eating night grass.

The Mongol Empire brought countless disasters to China, but it also brought some changes to China. At least because the nomadic line was pushed south, there were more horses in the north. Zhu Yuanzhang continued to implement horse politics. Compared with the Song Dynasty, which lacked war horses, the Ming Dynasty really did not lack horses. It is said that even the rebel Li Zicheng could have more than 160,000 cavalry in the end.

Looking at the horses, Wen Meng couldn't help but smile on his face. He then put down his telescope, crawled back, and reached out to press the Dongjiang field cannon that was loading.

"Don't install shrapnel. This time I came out, didn't you give me some fresh things? Install it, and then follow the horse tribe to beat me!"

"Little one obeys the order!"

Where to fight is not a fight? Wen Meng is afraid that the world will not be in chaos, and the soldiers he leads are also a group of people who are afraid that the world will not be in chaos. He is so happy that he takes out the shovel bullets like a stick, and then takes out a few red cannonball balls from the box and stuffs them in.

Because of the surprise attack, I brought about five three-pound field cannons for about 500 kilograms this time. However, for Dongjiang, this little firepower was enough. The calm night sky was suddenly cut by a few thunders. Liu Jun was suddenly shocked and poked his head out of the ditches where he was dug out and lying to sleep. He watched several red balls fly out of his head, and then exploded on his horse shed, and a large piece of red powder fell colorfully.

Then, the horses exploded.

Those who can choose to be war horses generally have undergone rigorous training and have been castrated. The guns and cannons on the battlefield are basically not frightened, but Mao Jue is really unethical and smoked. The shells he fired were smelly hair peeled from camels raised in Dongjiang and Dongjiang chili powder ground into extremely fine powder.

In West Asia, camel cavalry once called cavalry killers. It is said that the smell of camels can make war horses crazy. Although I don’t know whether it is true or false, even if it is not good, there is also the fine pepper noodles. The effect of adding a piece of two things is simply super good. Thousands of horses squirted and their eyes were red and pulled down the horse shed. Tens of thousands of horses galloped over the head of the military camp next to them.

"Enemy attack!"

The shrill screams were overwhelming. Liu Jun, who was running, choked and sneezed, but soon they knew how lucky they were to suck some of the red powder, because the brothers in front of them sprayed red blood outwards.

In the winter, I was ordered to lie in the snow for a whole morning and crawl forward was simply a little bit. Without knowing it, the Dongjiang soldiers had already climbed near the trench like geckos. When they heard the signal, they stood up suddenly and fired out with a burst of gunfire. The trench guard who had not yet come back to his senses was knocked over a large area. The sentry at the corner of the trench exploded three blood holes in his chest, and he didn't even scream, so he turned over and fell down.

Wen Meng was a little worried about Liu Jun's cannons, but these things were really arranged. The two sides had already started a fierce gun battle in front of the trench. The artillery carrying shells was not stuffed in for a long time. At this time, five red cannonball balls fell accurately in front of the nearest cannon formation. The sky was filled with pepper and camel hair flying, covering their noses, and the hundred artillery soldiers who did not die were actually dispersed.

The musketeers in front also had the same problem as all the Ming musketeers. They didn't look at the distance and shot them. What made the Liu Jun musketeers vomit blood was that in the fierce gunfire battle, only a few stray bullets hit Dongjiang's cotton armor and broke the skin and stuck on the armor. However, the Dongjiang army would die if they hit the same distance.

After neglecting training, the firearm rang for three or four minutes, and Liu Jun's musket began to silence. At this time, the Dongjiang Private still maintained an efficient output, but Wen Meng could no longer wait. He held the gun and shouted. He was the first to climb into Liu Jun's trench.

"Clash with me!"

I really don’t know who dug this trench for. In the narrow trench, the soldiers in Dongjiang were even more like fish in water than Liu Jun. Facing Wen Meng, a dozen thin Liu Jun, who was like a little chicken, ran over with a knife and shield. Wen Meng didn’t look at it, and kicked the shield in front with a big kick. He blew up and sent someone to fall back like a domino.

It is really no exaggeration. In history, ancient generals often fought a few or a dozen. Because what the generals ate, there were meat and vegetables for three meals a day. The soldiers could not even have enough rice. Their weight was dozens of kilograms, so their strength was naturally different. What's more, Dongjiang had enough food to eat and practice hard work and had no problem with the Ming army in the pass. Moreover, in comparison, these Liu army miscellaneous soldiers seemed to be weaker.

It was like a god descending to earth. He threw the flintlock rifle behind his back. Wen Meng reached out to pull out the Dongjiang dispatched engineer shovel, and reached out to pick up the military head that was pressed by the shield and stood up. He clicked the shovel on his head, and the tomato sauce-like erosion suddenly spewed out, spraying Wen Meng all over.

He threw the twitching body aside without hesitation. In those fearful eyes of Liu Jun, he reached out and picked up the collar of the second person...

Four or five heads were smashed, but none of them could survive a round. Seeing a madman slashing like a knife, Wen Meng blocked it with a left arm, and another headshot came with a bang. Liu Jun behind him completely collapsed, cried his father and mother and cried, and crawled on the wall of the trench like a monkey and fled.

In a blink of an eye, the first ditch had no more Liu Jun, and four or five Dongjiang troops who rushed in first looked at each other.

"This is too simple, right?"

I thought that 800 raids 5,000 were a fierce battle, and I didn't even breathe. I held the wall and climbed up the trench wall. Liu Jun, who was the second and third trench in front of me, also fled backwards. Wen Meng was really shocked to scratch his head.

However, I still have to do what I should do. After a moment of stunned roar, Wen Meng roared again, and the engineer shovel covered in plasma waved forward, and rushed forward again.

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On the other side, it seemed that she was sure to win. Last night, Liu Zeqing was drunk and the cannon outside had been firing for a long time. He woke up in a daze. He was still awakened by the woman next to him in panic and fleeing, revealing a wet and black chest hair on his chest. Liu Zeqing stood up confusedly and shouted arrogantly.

"Who is the noise that I dares to quarrel and sleep? I will kill you!"

Before the words could be finished, Gululu rolled in half of his head at the gorgeous tent door. Then two Liu Zeqing's personal soldiers staggered in. Before they could stand up and scream, four or five Dongjiang soldiers came in and went in. In the terrifying sound of the thrilling sound, there were seven or eight blood holes on their bodies. The two of them were so sad.

The most powerful and capable generals of the Ming Dynasty were the personal soldiers around the generals, but these personal soldiers were not the opponents of the Dongjiang personal soldiers. Following the curtains of the opened door, Liu Zeqing looked at the tent outside the tent, and there was a body of his personal soldiers hanging on the water tank. A thick layer of red blood was accumulated in a low-lying area on the ground.

"That's so simple?"

He threw away the shield and weighed the engineer shovel in his hand. Wen Meng shook his head in disbelief while strolling in. It took only five or six minutes from the assault to the tent of Liu Zeqing. No wonder the strangled peasant army did not mobilize Liu Zeqing. It was so useless. Such a man dared to rob Lai Dao?

In fact, Wen Meng was a little unfair to Liu Zeqing. He still had the strength, with more than a thousand personal soldiers and servants. Under normal circumstances, these people were enough to support those miscellaneous soldiers to fight Dongjiang for an hour or two.

But last time, Liu Zeqing's personal soldiers were chopped up for more than 200 times and sent more than 700 Xiangmazi bandits who cooperated with the recruitment to besiege Laixi County. There were only more than 100 left here. It was not enough to protect Liu Zeqing. How can we support the legion?

Listening to Wen Meng's mutter, Liu Zeqing came to his senses and staggered back to the bed. Then he roared with all his might as well like a wounded old wolf.

"I am the general of Shandong and the left governor personally named by the emperor. If you dare to attack my troops, will you rebel? I will kill you nine clans and cut them into pieces!"

"hehe!"

The bearded man, who had been hanging around, had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he weighed the engineer shovel in his hand again. Then Wen Meng suddenly turned the shovel forward.

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Chapter completed!