The people who fry flowers emerged from the woods and blocked the postmen's way back in three directions. Countless people surrounded the Qidaoling Post Station from far to near.

Li Fan was not surprised by this. Instead, he felt that the frying flowers was too late. If the postman had escaped with all his might just run away, he might have escaped before the other party surrounded him.

But Li Fan did not intend to escape. No matter who killed the royal postman, he would have to pay the price.

Amid the sound of bamboo whistles, the postmen completed the formation of chariots, and hundreds of steel crossbows pointed at the Tatar cavalry in the distance.

After surrounding the postmen, the Tatars did not launch an attack immediately, but instead sent a cavalry to approach the chariot formation.

"Listen to the Minggou inside, you have been surrounded by 30,000 iron cavalry of my khan. Those who know the truth will come out to surrender. Otherwise, there will be no grass left wherever the iron cavalry passes!"

Listening to the other party's words of persuading surrender, Li Fan narrowed his eyes. He slowly raised the flintlock rifle in his hand and pointed it at the Tatars who were showing off his might.

The distance between eighty steps was a little far. Li Fan took a deep breath and gently placed his finger on the trigger.

Just as the Tatar laughed arrogantly, Li Fan pulled the trigger. The flintlock hammer ignited the gunpowder in the medicine pool under the action of the spring.

The heat released by the explosion of gunpowder pushed the cone bullet and flew out of the gun chamber. Before the Tatar could react, his head exploded like a smashed watermelon, and his body tilted and fell to the ground.

The Tatars who were still pointing at the postmen and joking were shocked, and the postmen burst into shocking shouts.

Li Fan put away his flintlock rifle, nodded in satisfaction and shouted: "Brothers! This is my answer!"

"Sir, you're so amazing. You're really a god-like man when you shoot your head at such a distance!"

"It's just like this when you walk through Yang Bai, let alone adults slap their heads!"

"The musket is still powerful, why didn't I be selected?"

...

Listening to the praises of the postmen, Li Fan understood that the flintlock rifle in his hand played a great role in the enemy who was so far away.

The flintlock he used carved two rifles. Although this small rifle almost made the craftsmen in the workshop area crazy.

The hardness of the engraving knife is not good enough, the thickness of the rifle carved is not good enough, and the rifle angle is not good enough.

It can be said that the rifled flintlock rifle in Li Fan's hand is the crystallization of the highest craftsmanship in the West Mountain. There are not many such flintlock rifles in the entire royal postman, and they are all handed over to postman with accurate gun magic.

The range of the rifled flintlock rifle reaches 120 steps, and using a cone-shaped Mineral bullet is definitely a nightmare for important figures in the enemy.

The person who sent to persuade the surrender was actually killed by the Ming people. Baohua launched an attack in anger. Thousands of Tatar cavalry were spinning around the chariot formation, and arrows in their hands kept shooting into the chariot formation.

The postmen in the chariot formation were not idle either. The steel crossbow in their hands kept fighting back for a moment, and soon left hundreds of corpses in front of the chariot formation.

It was not until this moment that the fried flowers realized something was wrong. His subordinates and the postmen were at a disadvantage in shooting each other.

Often, he shot the postman and was blocked by the opponent's armor, but his cavalrymen were shot in an arrow, which meant death.

The car array is like a hedgehog. He can only worry, but he has no idea how to get out of the mouth. Maybe he will be stabbed in blood.

In desperation, the fried flowers could only temporarily surround the postmen and temporarily retreat to think about countermeasures.

"Bu Situ! You know that the postman is not easy to deal with, but you still ask my warrior to die?" Baowai immediately questioned when she saw Bu Situ.

But Bu Shitu replied calmly: "I told you back then that it is difficult to deal with postmen, otherwise the ten thousand taels of golden sand will be given to you for nothing?"

"You..., the warriors of my flower-fried department cannot sacrifice in vain. I will withdraw my troops tomorrow!" said Fried Flower-fried angrily.

"Okay! Anyway, you have offended the bloodthirsty devils. If you are not afraid of them taking revenge, you should withdraw your troops!" Bu Situ was not in a hurry at all and spoke slowly.

"Don't get angry with the leader of the fried flower. Although the postmen's crossbows are powerful, they are not without methods of cracking!" Just as the fried flower was furious and about to get angry, the middle-aged Han people around Bu Situ spoke.

"How to crack it? Tell me quickly!"

The middle-aged Han man immediately smiled and said, "The leader of the frying flower, although the arrows are sharp, they are difficult to shoot through the wooden boards. The leader only needs to build a batch of shield cars and then let your warrior push cart forward, so he will definitely be able to approach the postman!"

The fried flowers were overjoyed when they heard this and quickly ordered their subordinates to cut down trees to build shield cars, and to wipe out the Ming people tomorrow.

...

The night was shrouded in the earth, and the fried flowers did not attack again. The postmen seized the rare opportunity to enjoy leisure.

"Captain! Are the Tartars afraid? Why did they rush back once and retreat? Are they going to trap us to death?" asked a young man in his twenties.

"We are so sleepy? Do you know how much food we have to bring every time we travel?

The Tartars are going to trap us to death. Don’t say whether the Liaodong Army will find out. I’m afraid they will all starve to death. We are still fine!" Hu Zicang, who is in his thirties, said with a pout.

As an old postman who has participated in the Helan Pass, Hu Zicang has his own pride. In his own words, the medal on his chest was worn by His Majesty himself.

He didn't care about the attack of the Fried Flower Department at all. If the captain had not given the order, he would have broken through the siege.

He patted the new recruits and postmen on the shoulder a few times and said confidently: "Don't worry! With us here, the Tartars can't make a comeback!"

This is also what most postmen thought. They still have a killer weapon but have not used it. If they hadn't had the order, they would have wanted to fight for it long ago.

Li Fan put away the map in front of him, got up and walked out of the carriage, with a bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes.

"Everyone is ready! We will break through the siege at the third update, and we will enter Qidaoling!"

The third day was at the end of the night. The Tatars in the Fried Flower Tribe who besieged the postmen were a little unhappy, but they did not notice the changes in the postmen's chariot formation.

When they realized something was wrong, the chariot formation had already completed the transformation. Five or six chariots had fired at the same time, blowing up several brilliant sparks among the Tatars.

The postmen took advantage of the chaos of the Tatars and rushed out of the encirclement and rushed into the depths of Qidao Ridge.

When Baixu learned that the postmen broke through, he was so angry that he was furious. With such great strength and sacrificed so much, he would never let the postmen run away.

Chase!

With an order, tens of thousands of Tatar cavalry chased behind the postmen and followed into Qidaoling.

Not long after chasing, the fried flower ordered to stop chasing. When riding on the horse, the fried flower couldn't help laughing wildly: "I thought the bloodthirsty devil was so powerful, but I was not a group of headless flies!

He actually ran into a dead end, blocking the mountain pass, and seeing where they hoped to escape!"

Baked flowers are very familiar with Qidaoling. Although it is dark, it is still judged that the postmen have entered a dead end.

This valley looks flat, but there is no way out. Moreover, the peaks on both sides are very steep, making it easy to get in, but it is difficult to get out.
Chapter completed!