Chen Xiong half-kneeled after stomping the plate, holding his Ming 1st posture tightly. His palms were wet and sweat were all wet. He felt his heart beat faster and his mouth was dry. He could no longer hear other sounds in his ears, and he could only hear the sound of horse hooves rolling like thunder.

Bian Wenzhong naturally saw the watchtower standing alone on the high slope. Such watchtower was equipped with at most thirty or fifty soldiers. He didn't care at all. He waved his hand and immediately a general led more than a hundred cavalry toward the watchtower on the high slope.

At this time, Chen Xiong hoped that the Qi people would not care about him at all and would not run away from where he could not reach. In this way, after the war, he was reasonable. No matter which level of commander, it would be impossible for him to lead dozens of soldiers to charge against thousands of enemy cavalry.

Seeing more than a hundred cavalry pounced towards the watchtower, he sighed. Hope is hope after all. Since the enemy has come, we cannot avoid fighting. In fact, it is impossible not to fight.

"Heavy Crossbow." He took a deep breath and whispered.

He was indeed nervous before, but at this moment he could not avoid it. Instead, he calmed down and restored the style that an experienced warrior should have.

With a buzzing sound, a huge crossbow spear popped up from the heavy crossbow, flying towards the enemy cavalry hundreds of steps away with a sharp roar. The enemy cavalry in the distance spread out like a swarm of bees that exploded. Not beyond Chen Xiong's expectations, the heavy crossbow fell into the open space and thrust heavily on the ground, and a deep ditch on the ground was created.

The heavy crossbow was useless, and Chen Xiong no longer wanted to waste the heavy crossbow that was not too much. The number was limited. The possibility of shooting more than 100 cavalry was too small. If it was a dense enemy attacking, there was still a certain degree of confidence. He waved his hand, and the heavy crossbowmen retreated, picked up the Ming 1 style leaning against the side, and half-kneeled after stomping the plate like Chen Xiong, and squinted his eyes and began to aim.

One hundred steps, eighty steps, Chen Xiong still did not shoot. Everyone in the watchtower was waiting for him to fire the first shot.

Fifty steps! Chen Xiong looked at the marks marked on the open space when he was fine. These were some small moves that the veteran usually used to.

He steadily hooked the trigger. A crisp sound was not harsh when he was sandwiched in the thunderous horse's hooves. A cavalry shook his horse and fell off his horse with a loud bang. Then he was trampled by the cavalry running from behind. The horse without the knights was still running forward.

The dense gunshots rang out crisply, and the sound of crossbow linoleum was mixed in the middle.

The cavalry held small shields to protect important parts of their bodies. These small shields were originally used to protect crossbows, but were wrapped in small iron shields. They actually had considerable protective effects on crossbows' shooting, but under the attack of Ming Dynasty Style 1, it was not enough to see.

The condescending Ming soldiers suddenly opened fire with twenty Ming style 1. At a distance of fifty steps, they almost shot perfectly. They shot down a knight with one shot. The cavalry riding on the horse was extremely targeted. Although they were skillful and flexible in their riding skills, the Ming soldiers were not holding bows and arrows, but bullets that could not be seen after firing.

One horse after another fell down, and the formation of more than a hundred horses became sparse in an instant.

The remaining cavalry were still charging forward, and the soldiers and crossbows in the watchtower were still shooting, but Chen Xiong called on the few people around him to stop, but held guns and stared at the other party.

As expected, the most prominent cavalrymen rushed to the watchtower like a flying shot after dodging the attack. They jumped up and flew up high, almost higher than the watchtower. They waved their swords and shields and fell down towards the watchtower. Several guns spewed out flames at the same time. The flying general of the Qi army seemed to have been punched in the chest, and before they even fell down, he flew backwards and fell heavily under the watchtower.

As the man landed, the Qi cavalry's offensive suddenly stopped, and the rest actually fled back with their horses. It was obvious that the guy who was killed by them just now was led by this group of people.

Since you started running, Chen Xiong had nothing to worry about, so he simply stood up, put his gun firmly in his shoulder, aimed at the backs, hooked the trigger, and with a snap, one of his people fell off the horse. Others did not have the accuracy of his shooting skills. In order to save bullets, no one shot another enemy who had reached a hundred steps away. However, whenever Chen Xiong shot down one person, they burst out with a huge cheer.

After the only three bullets left in the gun were shot, Chen Xiong let out a sigh and put down the gun. Since the hatred has been formed, he might as well pull a few more people to cull.

He knew very well that if these thousands of cavalry turned around and rushed towards him at this time, even if each of them had three heads and six arms, they would be instantly submerged by the enemy cavalry.

He stood on the watchtower with a gun in grief and anger, looking at the Qi cavalry still running towards Niushou Town. In this short battle, the enemy cavalry that fell under his watchtower had at least thirty cavalry. He felt that the enemy could not let him go. The only thing they could do now was to pull a few more people before they died.

When he heard the crisp gunshots of Ming Style 1, Bian Wenzhong suddenly stopped the horse and looked back at the lonely watchtower. He did not expect that in this remote place, the Ming army was equipped with such advanced weapons. This made him have some concerns about this raid. If the Ming army in Xiangzhou was equipped with such weapons, it would not be a good thing for him.

In fact, he was over-considered because the current output of Ming Style 1 was not enough to supply the Ming army. Only small troops with warnings, which were on the front line of the two armies and had a small number of people, would be equipped with such weapons. This was also to improve their survival rate and was used to deal with enemy scouts.

But no one expected that here they would encounter such a large number of cavalrymen.

"Brother, I'll go and deal with them." A general next to Bian Wenzhong was furious. Obviously, he could know from the name that he was also a Bian child.

"How many people are you going to die to capture this watchtower?" Bian Wenzhong glanced at his cousin coldly. "What are we here for? Are we angry with the enemy?"

"But we have dozens of brothers dead!" the general said unconvincedly.

"Are you going to die a few dozen more? Then do you know how much you can do if you rush to the hinterland of Xiangzhou with these dozens of people?" Bian Wenzhong asked coldly.

The general was speechless.

"Since we are equipped with the Ming Dynasty Style 1, there may be grenades, and maybe there are some mortars, or maybe hundreds of people die, maybe we can take down this small tower. What's the point of fighting like this? We are not here to conquer cities and territories!" Bian Wenzhong and his horse heads said: "Ignore them, let's go. If they dare to chase them out, they will swallow them in one bite. If they don't dare to come out, they will be the turtle."

"The bodies of the dead brothers?"

"Just throw it away. If we can come back alive, we will take it back." Bian Wenzhong said coldly, "Anyway, it's the cold winter month, it won't be broken."

The general lowered his eyelids. Even if he could still live this time, he would definitely not go this way. In other words, the bodies of these people were discarded.

Standing on the roof of the watchtower and preparing to welcome the enemy's angrily counterattack, Chen Xiong was surprised to see the brigade of cavalry rolling away and rushing straight towards Niushou Town, and was stunned.

"They are leaving!" After a while, they could no longer see the enemy's traces. If it weren't for the dozens of enemies corpses lying under the watchtower, and the few war horses that no longer missed the former master's union and did not follow the group of horses to sniff the corpse of their master, he almost thought he was dreaming. Until a soldier pushed him, he reacted.

Sweat came out on his face, his legs became weak, and he sat on the ground, and the feeling of turning around the gate of hell was so clear.

"Boss, what should we do next?"

After a while of breathing, Chen Xiong settled his eyes and said, "What should we do? How can we do it? Hold this watchtower tightly, and we will complete the task. The beacon has been lit and the hawk has been released. We can do nothing next, and we can only do our best to save our lives. Since there are enemy cavalry coming, there may be enemy infantry coming."

"Do we want to leave?" a soldier said carefully.

"Leave?" Chen Xiong smiled bitterly: "If we leave like this, we will leave our posts without permission. Do you want to be engaged in military law?"

Standing up in the Ming Dynasty Style 1, Chen Xiong shook his head vigorously and said with a forced smile: "No matter what, we have saved our lives and can live a few more days. This is the profit. Look at the bottom, we still have a lot of people to take care of. If there are enemies, we can still take care of them. In this way, even if we die, we will be named a martyr after the war. Your wife and baby will not have to worry about your whole life."

"I'm not married yet!"

"A bastard, don't you get married, don't you have parents? Do you have no brothers? Do you escape at the last minute? Are you fucking you want them to be unable to raise their heads? " Chen Xiong shouted.

After looking at the soldier, Chen Xiong sighed: "Did you see the horses below? Go and take them back and tie them behind the watchtower, then you ride one and look forward dozens of miles to see if there are any enemy infantry following up. If so, come back and report quickly."

"yes!"

Seeing the soldier go away, another older soldier comes over, "Boss, I think this kid will escape on a horse?"

Chen Xiong was silent for a moment: "I gave him a chance. If he escapes, it would be his fate. If there is really a large number of enemies coming, we will die. Let him go!"

In front of Niushou Town, Tan Ji stood on his horse, looked at the rolling iron stream in front of him, and looked back at the town where there were still many people who had not escaped. He took a deep breath, and all he could do was that.

He raised the long sword in his hand, shouted loudly, and destroyed the horse under his crotch, and charged towards the enemy alone.

His behavior was undoubtedly extremely strange in front of the enemy cavalry that was charging forward. The Qi cavalry in the front row actually easily plucked the horses and bypassed the strange guy wearing the costumes of Daming civil servants.
Chapter completed!