Volleys of arrows, crackling muskets, shouts of killing all over the mountains and plains, and ferocious faces under the light of swaying torches. Xiao Letian finally understood how cruel the war in the cold weapon era was. Watching the steel knife cut off the human head, the sense of reality was an experience that no three-dimensional game could give.
More than a hundred bows and arrows were fired in four consecutive volleys. The caravan was unable to hold its head up and its morale was reduced to the lowest point. At this time, the camp was completely in chaos, all commands had failed, and people were completely following their own instincts. resistance. No matter how much Mr. Qing yells, no one will listen to him at this time.
Look at Shopkeeper Fan again. This old man is really courageous. He stands on the shaking incense table and loudly encourages morale. The reward after the victory has been increased to 60,000 taels of silver. But who cares about money at this time? His motivation is nothing more than the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror.
The most courageous people who are resisting now are Lewis and Simon. These two cowboys still have the compassion of missionaries. They call names like they are possessed by the god of death. However, the bravery of these two people cannot change the general trend at all. Update as soon as possible. More than a hundred bandit forwards have been mixed with the caravan, and people are already crowded in front of the mountain temple.
And all this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that the bandits actually have guns in their hands. Although there are only a few scattered muffled sounds, when the gunshots are heard, everyone present understands that this is not a bandit at all. , it must be a small army that besieged them.
"What the hell kind of bullshit are we fighting... You losers, all listen to my command..." Xiao Letian took out a riding crop from nowhere and poured iron into the muzzle of the shotgun at the trembling man next to him. Sunako's guy is the three-whip guy. He couldn't care about anything. The only thought in his mind was to survive.
"All the musketeers gather at me. Damn it, I'm going to teach you how to play with guns... Damn it, you stuffed it with iron sand without loading gunpowder? I'll beat you to death..."
Xiao Letian ran wildly in the mountain temple, dragging together every musketeer he saw fighting alone. In the end, even Lewis and Simon ran to his side.
There are only ten muskets in the caravan, and they are still the oldest type made of iron and sand. However, for the current chaotic situation, shotguns made of iron and sand are actually more useful.
"Listen to my order and load the ammunition..." Xiao Letian never thought that he could be so violent. Whichever of the ten men had slower hands, he would hit him with a whip. In disordered chaos, people will always subconsciously obey the orders of the powerful. Now Xiao Letian's momentum is the most powerful in the caravan. With a revolver in one hand and a whip in the other, no one dared to resist.
"Aim at the old locust tree on the left... let go..." Wu Chang shouted loudly, and he felt that his vocal cords were about to be torn to pieces. The ten men fired almost subconsciously, and ten shotguns fired at the same time. It rushed over like a dark cloud.
The ten bandits who had just surrounded them on the far left side of the temple gate never expected to be greeted by a large piece of high-speed iron sand. Their faces were pockmarked at that time. The ten bandits covered their faces and rolled around on the ground crying in pain. But at this time, Xiao Letian had no time to appreciate his results.
"Load the bullets, load them all for me..." He jumped back and forth around the ten guys. The one who moved slower would hit them all. Under Xiao Letian's pressure, the ten men finished loading again as fast as they could in their lives.
"Listen to my order...fire in the direction of the white stone on the far right..."
"Listen to my order... everyone reloads..."
"Listen to my order...fire in the middle..."
"All the caravan guys and soldiers, get down for me, get down..."
Like a madman, Xiao Letian used whips and pistols to force this small improvised musketry team to engage in a standard formation shooting deep in the Taihang Mountains in the third year of Tongzhi's reign. Please come to more and faster chapters. Among the military comrades in the previous life, this shooting method had a nickname, called queuing to shoot.
Xiao Letian knew that this shooting method did not require personal bravery or personal shooting accuracy. The only thing required was discipline, unified loading and unified shooting, forming a dense barrage in a small area. No martial arts master could hope to penetrate such a barrage.
Four years ago, the British and French allied forces used this kind of musket phalanx to defeat Senggelinqin's Mongolian cavalry at Bali Bridge. It is conceivable that even high-speed war horses would have difficulty penetrating this barrage, let alone These bandits rely on their legs.
Now Xiao Letian is a living madman. He is hysterical. There is only a white smoke of gunpowder in front of him and the darkness behind him. Anyway, the gentle slope that can be rushed up is only more than ten meters wide. As long as the direction is changed from left to right. Just fire.
"Fight, hurry up and open fire... Everyone in front should lie down. I don't care if you get accidentally injured... Fire to the left, reload... Fire to the right..." Just as he was shouting, two strong men suddenly grabbed Xiao Xiao from the left and the back. Lotte was pinned to the ground.
"Wake up, you're drunk with blood... Wake up, the enemy has retreated..." Then a bowl of cold water was poured on Xiao Letian's face, and the boy finally came back to his senses with a jolt. . Update as soon as possible
When Xiao Letian opened his eyes, he realized that he was already leaning against the doorpost of the mountain temple. There were human heads on the three floors in front of him, and their eyes were full of gratitude.
"Mr. Xiao, thank you very much, Mr. Xiao, for rescuing someone in this critical situation. Please accept my compliments..." After speaking, Shopkeeper Fan opened his robe and knelt down. The waiters behind him were already kneeling. Xiao Le, oh my god, can he make an old man who is almost seventy kneel down? Isn't this a loss of life? He quickly jumped up and helped Shopkeeper Fan up.
"You're taking away my life. You're taking away my life... How can we say thank you so much for helping each other in the same boat? How is the loss to our brothers? Is it big or not..." Xiao Letian has finally come to his senses.
At this time, Mr. Qing also came over with an embarrassed look on his face, "Okay, you are a man, and you have solved this fatal situation. Although I later figured out the method you used, but at that time, You thought of it, I didn't think of it, but you are better than me..." Oh, this Eight Banners disciple can do it. It's really rare to be so arrogant.
"Xiao, you are very good. I believe it now. You have indeed traveled in the West, and you also know the army very well. In such a chaotic scene, I did not even think of forming a musket formation, but you not only thought of it but also used it flexibly. You're great..." Lewis and Simon pointed their thumbs at him.
Xiao Letian smiled bitterly, "Don't be too happy too early, let me see the current situation." By the light of the torch, Xiao Letian lay on the low wall, but as soon as his head appeared, he choked on the smell of blood and sneezed heavily. Good guy, this is probably what Asura Hell is all about.
The open space in front of the temple gate also has the edge of a gentle slope. More than 60 corpses were lying in various directions, of which 40 were from bandits and the remaining 20 or so were from caravan workers. The blood has now gathered into a stream, dripping down in the dark night.
Sixty people. In the previous life, they were half a company. They were all wiped out in just such a short time. This shows how intense the conflict just now was. If Xiao Letian hadn't temporarily organized such a musketeer team, the outcome would have been unimaginable.
"Old shopkeeper, are there any of the guys who have a loud voice and are good at negotiating? Isn't it okay to ask him to shout and keep silent?" Xiao Letian has now become the military leader of the caravan, and he has no one to give orders to. If you dare not listen, in a short while, a big black character crawled to the edge of the big locust tree.
"Master at the foot of the mountain... We are the caravan of the Fan family in Shanxi. It would be rude of us not to pay homage to the mountain when passing by Guibao. Please forgive me..." Before he could finish shouting, he saw two balls of fire in the darkness. The light came on, followed by countless iron sand hitting the leaves.
Xiao Letian's heart dropped when he saw it, "How could this happen? What kind of method is this? Are you too lazy to talk nonsense? Do you really want us to die?" After saying this, he still stared at the old shopkeeper and Mr. Qing.
After thinking for a long time, no one thought that he could be as powerful as his enemy. Xiao Letian couldn't find anything to ask, so he could only sigh and said, "Let's hold on to tonight and see if things turn around tomorrow..."
Xiao Letian looked back from the low wall and found that no one in the caravan was resting. They all gathered in the yard and stared at him as if they were staring at a savior. At the dilapidated window of the mountain temple, there were two little girls staring at him. Xiao Letian felt embarrassed in front of everyone.
At the front of the crowd were the ten musketeers who had made great contributions. At this time, they also woke up from the initial panic. Are they being inspected by Xiao Letian with their chests and bellies raised? Xiao Letian looked at the holes in their cotton-padded jackets and the scars on their faces. He was really embarrassed.
"You...are you okay? I was a bit harsh just now to save everyone. Don't hate me..."
"I don't hate you... The adults whip us to make us grow. These few whips are nothing. When we were learning crafts in the past, the masters beat us harder than this... Adults are not comfortable, and they are not comfortable..."
Oops, Xiao Letian is blushing. Look at this person's awareness. He even took the initiative to make excuses for me after being beaten. What a good fellow. Maybe if I teach them a little knowledge, they will automatically regard me as their master. In ancient times, it was emphasized that the master of heaven and earth is the master. In fact, the master is no different from the biological father.
"Work hard. You must guard this gentle slope tonight. Remember the method I taught you. It is left, middle and right. The big locust tree is on the left, the gentle slope is in the middle, and the white stone is on the right. You don't need to aim at people, just aim at the reference object. Now..." Wu Chang explained a few words and patted their shoulders to show encouragement.
The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the people in the caravan began to rest. Xiao Letian also caught up on his sleep behind the mountain temple. At the foot of the mountain at this time, the bandits were in no mood to rest. They had been holding a meeting for more than an hour.
"Your Majesty, let me charge again. Brothers cannot die in vain..." Kneeling next to the fire was a man in his forties with a gray beard. A steel knife over three feet long lay beside him.
Sitting in front of Gray Beard was a middle-aged man who was about thirty-three or four years old. He had a Chinese character face, sword eyebrows, and an extremely burly figure. He was obviously dressed as a military commander, but his temperament still had a certain elegance. He is the one whom Graybeard calls Prince.
The prince did not speak. He just played with the brass telescope in his hand. At first glance, it looked like a precious Western product. The prince raised his hand and asked Gray Beard to sit aside. "In the evening, I checked and found that our intelligence was inaccurate. Suddenly a strange young man appeared..."
"I don't care if he is weird or not, rush up and chop him with a knife. We all want the money, the Manchus, and the foreign devils. We don't want any of them to escape..." The hatred in Gray Beard's eyes is like substance. It is not what a bandit who wants to get rich should do. Some eyes.
Seeing that the prince in front of him fell into silence, the grumpy gray beard once again knelt down in front of the prince. "Your Highness, Prince Yi, don't hesitate. Let me rush again. My forty-year-old brother cannot die in vain..."
There was a snap, and five fingerprints appeared on Gray Beard's face. "How many times have I told you, the past me is dead, dead... If you dare to bring out any of the past titles, I will chop them off with my own hands." Take your head off..."
