Villager of Daming

Chapter 1194: Tired and Distracted

The rumbling sound echoed in the valley, accompanied by gunshots and shouting.

Those who break through must light torches, otherwise they cannot see the road. The various pursuers slow down, not because they are tired, but because they are afraid that the enemy will ambush without torches.

Who can guarantee that there aren't some people in the Beiyuan team who hold the idea of ​​"kill one to get back my investment, kill two to make a profit"?
It was clearly a great victory, there was no need to annihilate the enemy completely, we could just wait until daybreak and slowly search, there must not be any casualties on our side, for example, we had to stay alive.

The Ming Dynasty's troops were waiting for dawn, and the Northern Yuan Dynasty's troops were also waiting for dawn.

The remaining five centurion generals realized that they were wrong and should not have broken out at night because they could not see anything and could run slowly.

The key is that the Ming army buried explosives. Why are these explosives so useful? The explosives from the fire guns I used before were not so powerful!

While regretting, they told the team to run as fast as they could and get out as they didn't believe there would be any more explosives ahead.

Little did they know that even the formula of black gunpowder used by the Ming Dynasty was different from before, not to mention nitroglycerin.

There was not so much war anymore, and the Ming Dynasty's machine started to operate, frantically supplying ammunition and weapons to this team.

As they were running, a team of a thousand men stopped. It was not necessarily because they were captured, but because they did not dare to run away. The men were scattered, and in particular, the captain of the team was killed in a bomb.

His subordinates saw that his head was gone? What will happen when we return? Why not...

They actually planned to capture a few small Jurchen tribes and then bring the people from these tribes back, so that they could be considered to have made a great contribution.

If we look at the situation again, we can take a few people from the tribes to get some money and exchange goods with the Ming Dynasty, and maybe we can get other benefits.

So the remaining people did not run away, but discussed it together, and a few centurion generals told the others.

There were a lot of them left, as many as 840. Some of them had been alive before, but they started vomiting blood and were shocked. They died while the centurions were discussing the matter.

Zhu Wentian was helpless in the case of internal bleeding. He had no idea where the wound was. He cut open the stomach and looked everywhere, and then had to suture it after finding it.

If it were that easy, there wouldn't be any doctors dying on the operating table after being stabbed by patients in hospitals.

The incision could still be seen, and various instruments were used, but it was still too late, and blood transfusions could not keep up.

This general who was a centurion was unlucky because the location had already been bombed.

But there was a problem with the fuse of one of the explosive packs. For some reason, it burned so slowly, like a dud in mountain or mining blasting.

When he passed by, there was a loud bang and he was killed instantly. The explosive pack was hanging on the branch above his head, more than three meters away from him.

The soldiers around him...

The young centurion soldiers were suddenly freed from their restraints and could act on their own.

Even the centurions who had previously gotten along well with the thousand-man commander gave up when they saw the miserable corpse of their boss!
There were a few other bodyguards who wanted to disagree but were not killed by the shrapnel. I gave them a ride. It was painful to see them. Let’s go with the boss!

Eight hundred and forty people gathered together, extinguished their torches, hid, and planned to move to another location after daybreak. Now who knows where anyone is?
……

When the morning light appeared on the earth, the only people who broke out were four generals who were as strong as centurions.

The four teams together numbered less than 2,000 people. It was unknown whether they had scattered, escaped, or were dead or injured and unable to run…

Before, there were only a few hundred people short of a team of 6,000 people. After a breakout, only this many people were left, and many of them were injured.

Some were injured by fragments of explosive packs, some were hit by lead bullets, and some even had their arms shot by water-breathing rifles, yet they still managed to run to this place.

Most of the injuries were caused by falls and scratches while running, and some were injured by their own weapons, or by other people's weapons. Anyway, it was very chaotic at that time.

The four generals felt safe, and looked at their men, each holding back tears. It was not that they had never lost a battle before, nor had they never encountered a strong enemy. But this was the first time they lost so badly. How did they fight this battle? The Ming army was too bullying.

Why are there so many explosive things in the west? Did the Ming army run so fast? If I had known earlier, I would have broken out in the afternoon. If I had known earlier...

"Send the scouts out, let the others rest first, and take out the dry food..."

The most powerful general was fine, with only a few small cuts on his body. He asked people to carry him at first, but later he realized that it was not possible and he had to fight on his own.

The other three generals felt tired. They could hold on despite the physical tiredness, but the key was that they were mentally tired, tired to the depths of their souls.

The team gathered and counted the number of people, which was 1,888. They had no intention of giving away this number.

They just found that many people's weapons were lost, their dry food was gone, and their horses and baggage were all...

"Come on! Come on! You fake princes of the Ming Dynasty, come over here? Do you dare to fight me one on one? Do you dare?
You are all useless. You only dare to send others to fight. You hide behind and rely on the goodness of your weapons.

Don’t you have better weapons? Come on! Kill me! I’ll just stand here and wait for me to come back…”

'Puff!'

"General, general?"

"Oh no! The general has been shot by an arrow. There are enemies."

"Get down, get down quickly."

"And the Ming army, the general is dead, General Duomo is dead!"

A general raised his head and shouted, and as he was shouting, he suddenly fell down with a bullet in the head.

When the people around saw it, they ran around in panic, some lay down on the ground, and some kept shouting.

The other three generals followed suit and lay down, looking around in panic and fear.

"Why are there still some? Didn't we escape?" a general shouted.

"Take off our clothes quickly. They have telescopes and can see our outer clothes." shouted another general.

"Scouts, go find the people and spread them out. Quickly, charge over."

Those with the most power remained calm and thought of ways to deal with the situation.

He knew that the gun, like the bow and arrow, had a limited range. It was impossible to hit someone from two miles away, right?
Only by sending your men out can you prevent the other side from continuing to attack. Otherwise, you will be beaten if you lie down. If the other side can't hit you at once, you can hit them a few more times.

On a hilltop 1,100 meters away from them, a man from Xiaqiu Village was holding a water bead in his hand and talking to the person next to him.

"Do you believe me when I say I'm guessing? There's no scope. That thing is made in the village, and the bullet may not be obedient.

At such a long distance, it's okay to see with a telescope, but if you aim it through the rear sight of a gun, it will be a small black dot the size of a sesame seed.

I just suddenly wanted to fire a shot. If I miss, there's no loss. Anyway, we have surrounded them again."

A centurion guarding next to him nodded: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, you killed a general like a centurion, and you can't give up this credit."

"Whether it can be given... we'll know when we go back and ask. We have an expert in our village who will give benefits to everyone. I don't want anything." The people of Xiaqiao Village decided to ask Hanhan for advice.

(End of this chapter)