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Chapter 56: Breaking into the Huang Family Mansion (please vote for me, collect it, recommend me, thank you for your enthusiastic support)

The cavalry led by Chen Yong had already rushed into the village like a whirlwind. All young and old people blocking the road were cut down to the ground indiscriminately.

The Nanyang Company's consistent style of conduct has a strong color of confrontation between the two armies, rather than a feud between Jianghu and Jianghu.

The method is more direct, crude and simple.

The infantry detachments have jumped off the mules and horses one after another. They are organized into detachments of more than 30 people. Each detachment has half sword and shield bearers and half musketeers, presenting three offensive arrows and advancing rapidly.

The clear gunshots were mixed with screams. The three infantry detachments quickly cleared the villages ravaged by the cavalry and moved forward steadily.

About half an hour later

The cavalry and infantry have gathered outside the Huang family's mansion. The gate of the mansion is closed, and many martial arts masters stand on the wall with swords and guns in hand.

When the Nanyang Company's cavalry entered the small mountain village, Feng Guohui saw from a distance the Huang family's thugs hurriedly fleeing into the mansion and then closed the door tightly.

This mansion is different from the mud houses in the countryside. It is surrounded by brick and stone walls and has a palm-thick door with rivets. The defense is very strong.

This is also a common defensive measure for wealthy families when local bandits are rampant.

Looking at the dense crowd of heads swaying on the wall, it was roughly estimated that there were about a hundred people. It seemed that the men of the Huang family, the martial arts masters, and the servants were all gathered here.

On the high platform next to the main entrance

There was a fat old man with flowing hair and a bright sword in his hand. He was looking at the armed soldiers of the Nanyang Company's escort team who were slowly advancing with his eyes wide open.

This person is none other than Huang Zonghan, the head of the Huang clan who was driven to the edge by the Nanyang Company.

At this moment, the enemy was extremely jealous when they saw each other. Huang Zonghan waved the sword in his hand and shouted;

"Feng... why do you and I have such irreconcilable hatred that we must kill them all?

My Huang family has been down and out thanks to you. People say that women’s hearts are the most poisonous. I think your thoughts are even more poisonous than women’s.

Come on... Now that you are here, my Huang family will fight to the death with you.

Others are afraid of you, but I, Huang Zonghan, am not afraid of you. You are just a villain who is used to sneak attacks when others are not prepared.

My Huang family has experienced ups and downs over the years. What storms and waves have we not seen?

Come and kill if you are brave enough. We, the Huang clan, are all hot-blooded men. Zhong Hui is afraid of you, a young boy. Come on. "

"Come and kill one of them, come and kill two of them, let's fight them."

"Zhong Wei sees that there are three heads and six arms. Kill them to death."

The Huang clan members on the courtyard wall saw that there were not many visitors, and they had a solid stone wall for defense. Encouraged by the old clan leader, their courage became strong again, and they kept shouting and wielding swords and guns.

The two sides were separated by more than 200 yards, and Feng Guohui stood further back, with a big tree next to him.

Hearing the other party's chaotic shouting, Feng Guohui sneered twice with disdain. There was no need to waste his words on these idiots who were about to die.

That simply lowers your level and is too dangerous.

Who knows if this old ghost Huang might be harboring bad thoughts?

A distance of more than 200 yards, but within the range of a flintlock musket.

If it was a black gun, he didn't want to perform the drama of carrying bullets with his body, so he ordered Hu Laohu with a stern look;

“Command down;

Advance more than a hundred yards and launch multiple rounds of gunfire attacks on the enemy.

After no one dared to take the lead, immediately blast the courtyard wall. I don't want to delay for too long, so I will execute the order. "

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely give them a good look." Hu Laohu licked his lips bloodthirsty, drew out his sharp command knife, walked to the front, and ordered loudly;

"The cavalry all dismounted and prepared to fight on foot."

"Attention all detachments, take the detachment as a unit and line up in a straight line."

"Musketeers prepare their firearms and load their ammunition."

"All of you, guns on your shoulders, move forward..."

Following his command, the soldiers loaded their guns one after another and moved forward in neat steps. This naturally caused a panic and commotion among the Huang clan members.

At this time, a young Huang family member suddenly went crazy and shouted: "Hey, you idiots, shoot them to death with the guns in your hands, open fire for me!"

Hearing his reminder, the young men of the Huang family on the wall reacted and raised their muskets and cannons, and after a period of confusion, they fired unevenly.

The Huang family has a lot of muskets and cannons, as many as thirty or forty.

There was a "crackling" sound of gunfire, and six or seven soldiers who were advancing in a straight line fell. Their bodies were hit by hot projectiles, and hot blood spattered everywhere.

However, the advancing team only paused for a moment, and then continued to march towards the enemy's muzzle amidst the commander's command.

This is the biggest difference between the army and the stragglers in the arena.

Under the constraints of strict military discipline, the soldiers were able to endure heavy casualties and continue fighting without breaking up and fleeing.

Seeing the soldiers approaching step by step, the round of musket strikes just now seemed to have no effect. The originally arrogant young people of the Huang family on the wall inevitably became panicked and confused.

"A group of servants, what are you waiting for? Take the time to reload and shoot them to death. I will give you a big reward."

The disciple of the Huang family on the wall cursed loudly, and his words became the backbone of everyone, who immediately started to reload their ammunition in a hurry.

"Master Ding, that boy is Huang Ziwei, Huang Laogui's youngest son."

"Oh, it turned out to be him."

Feng Guohui responded casually. He still stood on the same spot and did not follow the army to attack forward. By chance, he stood behind the big tree. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous eaves.

Feng Guohui can clearly see the overall situation here without putting himself in danger, which is a good command position.

He saw Huang Zonghan dancing with excitement after shooting six or seven soldiers, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

The battle has just begun, where are you now?

On the battlefield

Hu Laohu directed his men to advance more than a hundred meters, and it only took a minute. Huang's young man on the wall was hurriedly loading ammunition and did not have time to fire the second round.

The Huang family had a lot of muskets and cannons, but their power was greatly reduced due to their unorganized and random firing.

Such a thing would not happen in Nanyang Company. At Hu Laohu's order, more than fifty musketeers in the back row fired their flat-ended flintlock muzzles and aimed slightly upward.

After hearing the commander's command to fire, the musketeers fired a volley at a distance of a hundred yards.

More than 50 muskets from the three detachments fired in unison. After the intensive gunshots sounded like exploding beans, a thick cloud of blue-gray gunpowder smoke suddenly rose into the air above the queue.

In an instant

The dense crowd of Huang's young men on the wall felt as if they had been struck by a giant palm of the air. More than twenty people were hit by hot bullets and fell from the wall like dumplings, causing chaos.

This was the reason why only half of Huang's young body was exposed. More than half of the bullets hit the courtyard wall, causing stone fragments to fly everywhere.

The firepower of the enemy and ours is similar, but the results of close-range shooting are very different. The Nanyang Company's guys are obviously more efficient in combat, and their volley strikes are more deadly.

After being subjected to a fierce counterattack, many young people of the Huang family were so frightened that they did not dare to show their heads, and some even jumped down and ran away under the control of fear of life and death.

After a round of volleys, half of the people on the wall were missing, with only fifty or sixty people left.

A martial artist with a ferocious look on his face and a cannon from the Huang family guarding the courtyard aroused his ferocity. He cursed and took out the black powder and poured some more. After compacting it, he loaded it with iron balls and raised his hand to the courtyard wall. It's just a shot outside.

After only hearing an explosion, the guarding martial artist screamed and fell down while covering the only half of his bloody palm, wailing loudly.

It turned out that he had loaded the cannon with black powder twice in a hurry. The huge gunpowder explosion pressure instantly blew the cannon into pieces and took away half of his palm.

The chaos, screams, and panic caused by the misoperation continued, but the soldiers of the Nanyang Company under the courtyard wall calmly loaded their weapons for the second time, raised their guns, and fired again.

This time, the volley fired against the wall, sending stone fragments flying across the wall. It injured seven or eight people again, but the result was much smaller than the last time.

The effect is also obvious, after the bravest group of people are either injured or shot to death.

The rest were already frightened, hiding behind the wall and not even daring to raise their heads.

Seeing that the time had come, Hu Laohu ordered the musketeers to reload and prepare to fire, and moved the formation another 50 yards forward, reaching a position only more than 50 yards away from the top of the wall.

At this time, he waved his hand and saw two team members quickly running out of the team. Each of them was holding a small wooden barrel, which contained nearly fifteen pounds of black powder.

The long fuse was already lit. The two people quickly arrived at the foot of the wall, put down the small powder keg, turned around and ran away.

"Everyone is here, squat down and lower your head to cover." Hu Laohu gave the order loudly, and he quickly took a few steps back, squatting down and hiding behind the sword and shield man.

At this moment

Only Huang Ziwei on the wall dared to stick his head out and take a look. Seeing such a move, he boldly leaned out half of his body to look under the wall, and then shouted loudly: "Pu, you old mother! You have long hair." The thief wants to blow up the wall..."

Before he could finish his words, "Boom..." After two loud noises, the explosive fireball flew into the sky carrying rubble and debris, and a section of the solid stone wall suddenly collapsed.

Before the smoke and dust dissipated, Hu Laohu stood up, drew out the command knife from his waist and gave the order to attack.

A large hole more than 5 meters wide appeared in the wall of the large house in front. More than ten people in the Huang family were injured by the bomb and crushed by the stone wall. The miserable scene was covered with blood everywhere.

While you are sick, I will kill you.

The sword and shield players in the front row shouted and rushed forward. They formed a group of 3 to 5 people, forming more than a dozen groups of efficient killing machines, and poured in like a tide.

Saw this scene

Feng Guohui was reassured, knowing that the Huang family was completely eradicated, and there would be no chance of any unexpected factors happening again.

But he also shouted twice anxiously and said;

"Kill all those who don't step on the horse, and leave a few alive for me. Especially as long as Old Ghost Huang is alive, I have to bring him here with all his beards and tails."

"Horses... I still hope to dig out the Huang family's riches, a bunch of street boys!"

Having said that, he was still very happy.

This group of men under his command has experienced several bloody battles. They can face the enemy's guns and endure life and death without panic. They already have a faint flavor of the iron-blooded army.

This is great and shows that we are on the right track.

Although it can't be compared with the official armies of Britain and France, it is more or less similar to them, which is already extremely impressive.

Feng Guohui never expected to become a fat man in one bite, just in terms of combat effectiveness of his group of guys from Nanyang Company. When the numbers are equal, they can almost compete with the Dutch white colonial army.

The sword is a man's courage, and the armed force in his hands is the warlord's greatest confidence. How could he not be happy?

(End of this chapter)