"The Tatar scouts are not many in number."
Zu Dashou took a breath, looked around at the frightened servants, and began to skillfully load his three-eyed gun.
The weapon stirred up the thick fog and exuded a strong smell of blood, waiting for everything to settle. Zu Dashou counted the number of people and found that he was missing five or six servants.
There were faint sounds of messy footsteps in the distant mist.
The surviving servants looked at each other in shock. These fierce men who usually bully men, dominate women and kill without blinking an eye, now have the fear of death on their faces.
"They're coming."
Everyone knows that there are hundreds of thousands of foreigners and Liao people in the fog.
During the battle in Ningyuan a few days ago, the fighting power of these foreign Liao people left a deep impression on them.
Not to mention these two hundred servants, even if they pulled all the elites from the nine sides and threw them into the heavy fog in front of them, and fought hand-to-hand like they did just now, they would probably not be able to defeat hundreds of thousands of people.
"Hurry up and get on your horse! The Xuanfu soldiers are also surrounded, tell them to stay behind and run away!"
After Zu Dashou said this, regardless of whether the people around him heard it or not, he whipped the horse's belly and ran away.
Accompanied by the screams of the last few servants, the Liao people who caught up stretched out their dense fingers and tore the unlucky ancestral servants directly from their horses.
In the end, the servants were pinned to the ground by more than a dozen hands and died amidst the horrific bites of the Liao people.
Zu Dashou was galloping on his horse. He turned around and looked behind him. The few servants who had fallen off their horses had been drowned by the black crowd. After a few blood flowers rose, everything became dead silence.
Zu Dashou took a breath and urged the surviving servants to leave quickly.
At this time, a group of confused infantrymen happened to pass by, and were immediately overwhelmed by this group of walking dead.
The Liao people and foreigners were in high spirits, appearing and disappearing in the mist like ghosts, seeking revenge for their parents, brothers and sisters.
The ancestral family has occupied western Liaoning and southern Liaoning for more than 30 years. Zu Dashou and his father and brother, relying on three thousand servants, brutally plundered the Liao people, expropriated and expropriated women year after year, raped women, and trafficked people. In Ningyuan, Guangning and other places, almost every household There is a blood feud in the ancestral family.
Under the simple mobilization of the Kaiyuan instructor, the civilians accompanying the army burst out with astonishing combat effectiveness.
Ping Liaohou has always believed in the power of revenge.
Repay kindness with kindness, repay hatred with kindness, this is also the law of Kaiyuan.
After the long bombardment, these Liao people were allowed to take revenge freely, and the Kaiyuan Cavalry Battalion and the Second Guards Corps were responsible for covering them.
More and more Liao people joined the revenge action, and the targets of revenge expanded from the ancestral family servants to all Liao town soldiers.
Those Liao Town soldiers who were lucky enough to survive the shelling were already frightened by this moment. When they heard the shouts of killing from all around, they immediately turned around and ran away without thinking.
Most people panicked and just waved their weapons to chop and kill indiscriminately. After colliding with other Liao soldiers, they started to chop and kill each other.
A group of soldiers even bumped into Zu Dashou. They screamed and hacked at the servants, and were immediately killed by the servants one by one.
The chaos caused by the fog accelerated the collapse of Liao Town.
The Liao people and foreigners were groping in the heavy fog. All soldiers wearing mandarin duck jackets were their enemies.
Their number reached 60,000, and the Kaiyuan Army temporarily issued low-end weapons such as waist knives, spears, and shields to them.
Their number is ten times that of the people in Liao Town. The advantage in numbers offsets the lack of training. In such a melee, the side with more people will undoubtedly have a greater advantage.
Liao civilians and foreigners were often in groups of hundreds or ten, with no formation. When they encountered Liao soldiers, they would swarm them and hack them to death with swords.
Some brave Liao soldiers rushed to fight. After killing several people, they were immediately chopped into pieces by the crazy Liao people.
Zu Dashou was so anxious that he couldn't care less about where these Liao people came from or what hatred they had against him.
"Don't worry about them. Go back to Ningyuan and go west. We won't be able to leave until the Kaiyuan Army surrounds us!"
The servants swarmed to the west, killing the defeated soldiers blocking the way, until they could finally see clearly the outline of Ningyuan City a few miles away.
At this time, flames shot into the sky behind him. The carriages and baggage of the garrison leaving the city were all set on fire, and Xuanfu Town seemed to be surrounded.
The fog finally lifted.
Behind them, groups of Liao soldiers and servants were chased by the people and ran around. After being caught up, they were immediately chopped to the ground with knives.
Everywhere was filled with the frantic cries of Liao soldiers and servants.
The dark crowd was pouring towards the west, and it was estimated that there were tens of thousands of people.
Suddenly, there was a roar of firecrackers in the area near Ningyuan in the west.
"Commander, You Shiwei's servants are blocking the front, and they will kill anyone they see and won't let us go back!"
Zu Dashou's eyes widened with anger, and he shouted "kill Zhentian" in front of him, and occasionally heard the sound of gunfire. Zu Dashou recognized it as the Franco machine gun from Xuanfu Town.
"Damn! This You Shiwei succeeds more than he fails! Even if I die, he won't survive! Idiot!"
The defeated soldiers who fled to the front retreated one after another, sweeping in like a tide.
More than two hundred war horses were crowded in the crowd, making it difficult to move.
"Step aside!"
Zu Dashou wielded his one-handed waist knife and chopped at me with all his strength. Wang Rong followed with his servants and hacked and killed me randomly, trying to carve out a bloody path.
Two hundred knights and servants were unable to advance surrounded by thousands of infantry.
The Liao Town infantry who fled like a tidal wave quickly dispersed Zu Dashou and his servants.
These fleeing infantrymen didn't care about Marshal Zu and Marshal Ma. They just fled eastward desperately, far away from the artillery of Xuanfu Town.
They crowded in front of Zu Dashou and pushed the horses hard. Some fierce Liao soldiers slashed at the servants above with their swords, pulled the injured servants off their horses, grabbed the horses, turned over and fled eastward.
Dense crowds of people crowded the plains of western Liaoning, like a continuous flock of sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
On both sides of the flock, the first and second battalions of the Kaiyuan Cavalry Regiment formed twelve strict formations on the left and right sides, sharpening their knives.
Each battalion waved the general's flag, and the cavalry line swept through the fleeing troops on both sides like a razor.
In the face of the dense wall charge of the cavalry, the infantry who had lost their fighting spirit had no ability to resist, and the battle space in Liao Town was further compressed.
More and more Liao people and foreigners swarmed in from the east, and they ran into the broken troops on the opposite side who were trying to escape from the battlefield.
As soon as the two sides met, the defeated troops were repulsed by the highly motivated Liao people. They turned around again and fled towards Ningyuan.
Suddenly, the first wave of Kaiyuan soldiers appeared on the left wing.
They held a strange kind of musket with a sharp knife stuck in the butt, stood twenty steps away, and fired volley after round at the broken soldiers who were trampling each other.
There were clouds of blood splashing on the left side, and the defeated soldiers rushed towards Zu Dashou like crazy.
The entire Liao Town was like a piece of deformed plasticine, suddenly bulging to the right.
Zu Dashou was horrified when he saw this. He had no way to go and could only run away in the direction of the crowd. The number of servants behind him became less and less. Some people kept being dragged off their horses by the Liao people nearby, and then disappeared under the sword... …
At this time, Kaiyuan Cavalry shouted from the front:
"Anyone who captures the ancestor alive will be promoted to a thousand households and will be rewarded with five thousand taels of silver!"
