Since these patriarchs of the rich clans came, they naturally wanted to say hello, comfort them, and pat their chests to make sure.

After this big job, I will definitely not treat everyone badly. Have you seen that person?! That person is a deputy Qianhu.

Now we are in the same group, and we can get all the weapons for you at that time.

With this thousand households endorsing us for communication, can everyone be afraid of the government's encirclement?!

The men with jade Maitreya hanging around their necks behind their backs were pulled aside by several patriarchs and chatted quietly for a while.

Then Guchi walked over with a smile and said to Chen Jiasheng: "Sir, why haven't your carriage arrived yet?"

The patriarchs of the wealthy clan also leaned over and nodded constantly and said that they had all the men and women. Why haven’t your new chariot arrived yet?!

"Tiexiong, let's go over and see what's going on!"

Chen Jiasheng seemed a little embarrassed, and asked his subordinates to go out and urge him.

The man named Tiexiong, who clasped his fists and replied, then called two people to come and ask them to go out to take a look.

It seemed that this made people urging it had an effect, and in a short while, the rumbling sound of the carriage was heard.

When everyone heard the sound, they couldn't help but get up and looked up. Then they saw a few carriages coming slowly under the torches outside the camp gate.

These Jinyang locals suddenly widened their eyes and looked at the carriage dragged by the war horse, feeling quite disbelief.

After all, this is a newly made combat carriage by the young master. During this period, it has been modified many times and sharp rivets are added to the door panels on both sides.

Once it is dismantled and assembled into a temporary camp fortress, it will cost a huge price to break through.

When the four carriages approached the camp gate, several old patriarchs couldn't help but stand up and lean forward to see clearly.

However, they did not notice that Chen Jiasheng, who was standing up with a smile, stopped and quietly disappeared into the darkness as they moved forward.

"KaKaKaKaKa..." Amid the surprised eyes of these old patriarchs, the carriage actually came across the camp gate and quickly disassembled and installed.

However, they soon felt something was wrong, and the first thing was the suffocation that slowly condensed in the breath in this scene.

The second is Chen Jiasheng who disappeared without a trace at some point, and his personal soldiers!

These old patriarchs began to feel something was wrong, and those bandits were the same?!

But they saw them panting, and they were already holding various swords and guns in their hands and rushing towards the tent next to them!

"Boom~!" Before they could make any move, the military tents collapsed on their own!

But under the light and dark fire, a shield wall made of ferocious large shields rumbled like a black cloud.

They didn't shout at all, and were silent as mountains...

"Chen Jiasheng!!!"

When the chariot stretched out its faint muzzle and raised a musket, if Mr. Gu and the others didn't know that they had happened...

Then they are really a group of idiots! Of course, they are also idiots now...

"Kill!" There is no need for any order, these bandits and thieves are divided into two parts!

Some of them suddenly rushed towards the thick shield wall surrounding the side and rushed forward.

Five hundred elite troops in Beijing camp held huge shields, which was enough to surround them in this camp!

"Buzz buzz..." The sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air, and cold lights flashed by the bandits rushing in front, and the thieves screamed shrillly.

"Bang bang bang..." The first round of muskets exploded, knocking down a large number of thieves who were rushing towards him!

At the same time, the cannons from that door blew up and said, "Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The two sides are not far away, and these bandits are too concentrated!

So when the shells hit the crowd, they caused a huge wave of blood, and countless broken limbs and blood splattered...

Wails and screams resounded throughout the camp. Nearly six hundred bandits and thieves were howling blood-red and their eyes were like dying wolf.

"Buzz..." The answer to them was the raindrop crossbow arrow.

The crossbow arrows were shot three times, which actually appeared in the Song Dynasty.

However, due to the time interval problem of reloading crossbow arrows, it is impossible to form a continuous blow.

It can only maintain firepower coverage for a short period of time. Later, when the Ming Dynasty was founded, Mu Ying used three-wheeled fire guns and guns.

This is based on the former Song Guzhi, but the fire door gun also has the same problem: the interval between loading and re-launching is too large.

"Puboo..." A long spear with a pole pierced out silently like a poisonous snake from the gap of the big shield.

The bandits who finally rushed past the crossbow arrow and approached the big shield were pierced before they could attack.

"Ah~ah~~!..."

The shield formation in the distance suddenly cracked, but a group of five-person teams of swords and shields were suddenly flooded into the shield formation!

The bandits who were originally trying to attack the shield formation had to turn around to deal with these advance sword and shield hands.

However, the two sides only had the first strike to contact, and the right and wrong judgment was made!

"Huh~! Push~!" A long spear passed through the knife and shield hand and spitted a letter like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter!

It stabbed directly on the thieves who wanted to pounce on them, and the subsequent sword and shield hands tacitly supported them with a shield.

At almost the same time in the team, the bright and standard Pu Dao light flashed!

The gangsters who were stabbed in their bodies were cut open without even having time to scream!

There was no shouting or war crying, and their whole faces were hidden in the darkness...

Only those eyes that were filled with cold air, looking at them like they were looking at prey.

There is no sorrow or joy in that look, no love or hate...

"Pupu...Crack~!Crack~!" The spear sword and shield hands cooperated very tacitly, and those who were rushing up would be stabbed by the spear.

The sword and shield hand directly killed the sword and finished the knife. From time to time, the desperate bandits and thieves also slashed the weapons of the sword and shield and even the other party.

However, on the shield, the armor on the other party's body was just a trace left.

Those figures seemed to be unaware of them, just repeated the chopping and slaughtering like a mechanical one.

What about the flying iron kite, the mountain shaking in southern Henan, the blood-handed man slaughtering... etc., is a joke in front of this sword and shield formation.

A joke that was piled up with their lives, blood splattered on the armored sword shield and slipped down weakly...

The bandits who were chopped over to the ground were silently pierced by long spears and finally stabbed them to ensure that they would die completely.

At the same time, the large shield formation was also constantly shrinking, and muskets, artillery and crossbow arrows were no longer fired.

But the sword and shield hands kept pouring into the camp, divided into small teams to cut, siege, and kill these bandits.

Miao'an, Ashikari was already shouting and rushing into the camp with the veterans of the Zhang family! For a moment, blood was surging and people were rolling!

Those so-called famous bandits in the world are fragile in front of the military formation and in front of Miao'an and others like chickens who have just broken their shells...

The soul-catching men in the underworld circled over the military camp and grinned, screamed in terrifyingly and desperately, and the muffled sound of swords and guns breaking into their bodies.

They all became strange and unrestrained symphony in this camp.

A shrill howling kept ringing in the camp, and the old patriarchs looked at the shrinking shield formation in panic and despair.

Wen Kun was dead, and a crossbow arrow pierced through his right eye and penetrated his head.

Another person was hit by a few muskets and copper bullets, and several blood holes were cut...

The blood kept gushing like a spring, and his pale face reflected under the firelight could not tell the appearance of the leader of the Jinyang clan.

Zhao Xingfan, a wealthy man who usually lives in the Zhao family, died miserably.

He was rubbed by a shell and smashed his abdomen, leaving half of his face and a hand.

"We are willing to surrender! We are willing to surrender!!"

Gucci, who kept gustling blood, used all his last bit of strength and wailed to the sky.

"I still have a secret response to you! Please let me have a way out!"

Mr. Gu's hand was gone, and his eyes were broken.

A slightly trembling crossbow arrow was inserted into his thigh, and his clothes were broken and lying on the ground.

But this did not prevent him from still seeing the situation clearly, and he might survive the surrender now.

If you slow down a little bit, there will definitely be no living person in their camp!

Those desperate judges, the flying brocade leopard, the Sarmon Rakshasa ghost, the blood evil iron-headed tut...

In front of this powerful crossbow and musket, in front of this sword and shield spear formation...

They didn't even have the most basic counterattack power, and they didn't even have the chance to dodge.

It is okay to slaughter the neighbors, kill the yamen runners, and even kill some soldiers who are dish-like and neglect to train.

But when they really met the elite Beijing camp trained by Mr. Zhang, accompanied by formations, powerful crossbows and firearms and even artillery...

They are not much harder than crispy chickens, while the swords, shields, spearmen teams that entered the field later were composed of martial artists.

The advantage of adapting military training based on later generations is that these people's discipline and execution are much higher than those of the Beijing Camp.
To be continued...