Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 252
"We're going to fight!"

If it were in other rebels or the official army, this would not be good news, but for the beggar army, it was almost like a holiday, every morning before dawn, they would train for 25 hours a day, and some sergeants even practiced I even forgot what I used to do, no matter whether it is a mission or even helping with some work, it is more attractive than boring training. However, Song Qingshu didn't let them go when the autumn harvest was the busiest, but Suffocate these Musketeers in the mountains.

This time, when I heard that the clans in Fanzhi County came to make trouble, the musketeers in the old camp were also very excited. Except for a hundred or so who were ordered to stay behind, Xing Hongniang greeted them, and the rest didn't even sleep. He got the bullets from his captain, grabbed the guy and rushed out.

In just a few minutes, more than 400 musketeers and more than 200 swordsmen, cavalry, and four-fifths of the forces guarding the old camp were taken out by Xing Hongniang and Zhao Monk, along the newly built front of the cottage. The gravel road hurried down the mountain.

How dare you offend the army of beggars, I really don't want to live!

After most of the people left, the old camp seemed to be calm again. In fact, there were not too many people living here. Most of the family members of the beggar army had been distributed in the villages near the mountain fields in the form of production teams to facilitate reclamation. However, the old camp It is the general warehouse of the entire begging army's supplies, and many family members of officers also live here, so the defenses can be regarded as strict.

A dozen or so sentries were yawning and pacing back and forth, complaining about their unlucky luck and being on duty. It is estimated that after this battle, many of those military friends will be able to relax in Dai County for a day off tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Leaning against the sentry post on the edge of the cliff, he was also full of complaints. In his hand, a simple searchlight made of Song Qingshu, with a few watermarked iron plates wrapped on three sides and torches on three sides, was also dangling once and for all. Just at this moment, suddenly, the musketeer sentry felt the hairs on his back stand up, and a chill rushed straight to the core of his forehead.

Song Qingshu has done a lot of training in the begging army. The last time when Wang Ziyong's army suddenly collapsed at night, he was also terrified. The long-term training made the sentry body react subconsciously and fell backwards. Holding the rope tied with the gong and hammer in his hand, he dragged it down desperately.

bang bang bang bang...

A series of loud gongs shook the entire old camp in the valley. The Musketeers and Swordsmen who had just slept again came out of the barracks in a swarm, climbed up the wall blocking the entrance of the valley and looked around. He looked, but there was not even a shadow of a ghost except a mass of darkness in front of his eyes.

Just when the big guy was full of anger and wanted to settle accounts with the bastard who sent the false alarm, the sentry surrounded the checkpoint at the end of the valley entrance, with an arrow stuck in the back, climbed up with difficulty holding the door, and shouted loudly: "Behind! Cliff!"

Lingfeng Valley is a canyon sandwiched between two cliffs that extend out of the mountain. It is almost a fan shape. The wall of more than 800 meters seals the wide surface of the fan, and two cliffs at an angle of almost [-] degrees behind it serve as a natural barrier. , Hearing this shout, the beggars on the wall turned around in astonishment, and in an instant, on the wall near the warehouse, countless feathered arrows flew down like locusts.

"Ahhhhh!!"

During the screams, the ten or so defenders on the farthest side were covered with arrow feathers, and fell to the ground screaming. They had never thought that they could be attacked from behind. Even the well-trained beggars were a little panicked. Fascinated, he dragged his wounded comrades back in a hurry. On the wall of the stronghold, there were still General Cannons that Song Qingshu had worked so hard to get. Using the cannons as a cover, the defenders all hid in wooden towers 50 meters apart on the wall. house.

At this time, the sneak attackers who shot the arrows had already jumped down from the cliff along the rope, and there were almost a hundred of them. Some landed directly on the wall of the village, and some jumped into the yard.

Following Song Qingshu's army, although it is not without setbacks, there has never been such a stabbing in the back. Seeing these unknown gamers draw their swords and kill them, the leader of the old battalion defends Wang Biao's lungs almost exploded. He showed his head behind the cannon and slammed his command saber at the men in black.

"Shoot these dogs~ son of a bitch!"

The musketeers, who had finally breathed a sigh of relief, were also full of anger. With an order, they trained to raise their guns to the point of vomiting. Those soldiers poked out their fire guns in an extremely neat manner, and ran over arrogantly with the sound of popping beans. The dozen or so night attackers swayed to the ground as if they were electrocuted.

On the cliff, some people shot arrows down again, and they hit the wooden boards with crackling noises. Some even hit the cannons and bounced everywhere. It was also unceremonious shooting back.

After shooting at each other for several minutes, a soldier near the battlement suddenly shouted in horror: "Outside the stockade!"

Turning his head away in astonishment, Wang Biao's copper bell eyes widened, and he saw countless firefly-like torches suddenly appearing under the stockade, dangling and rushing towards here, the number may not be less than a few thousand !

After being stunned for a few seconds, Wang Biao suddenly shouted with all his strength, "Protect the gate of the village, those bastards must cooperate inside and outside!"

However, it was too late for this reaction. Song Qingshu usually bombs other people's houses. This would be good. With a bang at the door of his old camp, broken wood turned into sparks and scattered in all directions, and the door was directly blown from the door. It exploded inside.

Before Wang Biao could open his mouth to scold his mother, there was a crackling burst of firecrackers shooting up like raindrops from under the wall of the village. These thieves actually had firecrackers, and there were quite a few of them!

He glanced bitterly at the bandit in black who was still climbing down the mountain, and then at the unknown bandit who was running closer and closer below him. He hammered the cannon hard, and Wang Biao roared hoarsely.

"Back! Withdraw to the barracks!"

The barracks of the old camp are all made of stones, and they are reinforced with the Western cement formula that Tang Ruowang knows. There are two long corridors on both sides of the fortress. , the East Village is doomed to be lost. At this time, it is a wise choice to be able to guard the family members of the West and wait for help.

He fired back at the cliff while retreating, losing more than a dozen people, and the begging army defenders pushed into the barracks. At this time, those uninvited guests from outside had already entered, and the big playground for usual training immediately occupied by them all.

The thieves who came seemed to be quite familiar with the terrain of the old camp, and part of them continued to attack the western military camp and the family area. Dozens of leaders who looked like leaders surrounded a rather tall and strong man, and they went straight to Song Qingshu's storage room with ease. go.

Jiaduobao's shop in Daixian County is now very large. It goes north to Quwo, south to Quwo, and west to Shaanxi's market. The profit of more than one province is stored in these dozen or so strong repairs. Among the supplies, even the strong man trembling with excitement as he opened the door heavily, immediately waved his hand fiercely.

"Smash!"

The lock on the door was strong enough, but it couldn't withstand such a hard hit. A dozen large axes slashed with sparks, and the big lock that was as thick as a calf also slammed on the ground with a whine.

In the pitch-black warehouse, dozens of torches shone in, and when they saw a large silver light, they immediately dazzled people's eyes.

"Damn it, this guy surnamed Song can really make money, how much money does it cost?" A bandit leader couldn't help cursing, and greedily rushed towards the silver shelf.Seeing this scene, the burly man and thief leader was also extremely satisfied, and waved heavily to his subordinates behind him.

"Move quickly, after moving, set fire to this bird place!"

"General, that's not right!"

Before the soldiers rushed up to move it, the bandit leader who went in first screamed and turned around. Hearing that, the bandit leader turned his head hastily, and saw the strip of silver in the bandit leader's hand. Pinch it and it will be flat!
Don't rush over confidently, grab a few silver bars from the shelf and have a look, where are the silver bars, it's clearly glued out of the kind of bright paper that is burnt for the dead!The cheeks of the burly bandit leader who saw him twitched, and he pulled out the knife angrily.

"Come on! I will kill this gang of thieves! I don't believe I can't find money!"

When martial arts practitioners encounter danger, their strong spirits usually have premonitions, just like the sentinel just now, who was full of murderous intent and just walked out with a knife in his hand. Suddenly, an unprecedented chill rose in the heart of the burly bandit. The strong sense of crisis instantly made his back feel a chill.

Boom~

Soap is out of stock these days, and a lot of waste lye has accumulated. Song Qingshu's reserves of explosives have also increased, and more than a dozen blasting points have been detonated one after another. In later generations, it is enough to demolish a building, let alone a dozen broken houses. , but in an instant, strong fireworks sprayed out directly from the window, and the unmatched force immediately pushed the warehouse wall made of wood and mud like sand, and hundreds of young people were still crowded at the warehouse door When moving, some people were directly torn into pieces, and the burning corpses were scattered everywhere. Some of the nearby bandits were not affected, but they knelt directly on the ground, and there were streams of blood in their eyes and noses. popped out.

Before the little ones could turn around from their astonishment, it took them a long time to hear their buzzing ears behind them. A large number of screams came out again. The family area to the west was a large courtyard. Those gangsters who charged in with murderous intent just now fled out screaming in terror.

The small second floor, which was empty just now, is also full of people at the moment, wearing black paper armor with cotton lining inside. I don’t know how many musketeers appeared like magic soldiers descending from the sky.

Today, there are really too many surprises!
(End of this chapter)