Tomorrow

Chapter Eighty-eight

A dozen lead bullets hit Wuda's body at the same time. He had lost his life before his body fell. A bayonet protruded from the back of the side car and inserted it into his ragged chest, pushing him away from the side car. .

The man in black who just showed his head from the back of the side car had no time to hide his body again, and a feather arrow was stuck in his forehead.

He was quickly dragged away, and another tall soldier who was stabbed quickly made up for him.

Seeing the damage to his subordinates, Gao Jie'an sighed. He originally wanted to be equipped with armor, but this was rejected by Yun Zhao. Yun Zhao thought that as long as his firepower was large enough, he would no longer need armor, which hinders action. Heavy protective gear.

There is a sacrifice in doing so.

I thought that these slaves who had no war horses had become toothless tigers. Unexpectedly, these people seemed to be more familiar with foot combat, and they couldn't aim quickly.

Yun Juan simply ordered people to use the shotgun...

From beginning to end, Gao Jie did not allow his subordinates to leave the sidecar to fight Jiannu.

After all, this is an experimental battle.

With the shotgun flying, a massacre is inevitable.

Doral was lying on the ground with a big blood hole in his thigh. This was the damage caused by the shotball. He yelled and stretched the bow with all his strength and shot an arrow.

This is a ringing arrow, and the feather arrow screamed in the air. The cavalry who had already started the second charge heard the sound of the ringing arrow and resolutely gave up the attack and fled.

Gao Jie only glanced at the Jiannu who left halfway and said to Yun Juan: "Clean up the battlefield!"

Yun Juan looked at the less than 300 slave cavalry who had fled, and said nothing. They abandoned their horses at the beginning of the battle. Therefore, intercepting and chasing these people is the business of other people.

Now, the most important thing is to immediately assess this battle, and this is the purpose of this battle.

In the face of a dense formation, the musket is effective as long as it is used intensively. Facing a cavalry who is staggered and in a skirmish form, it has little effect. The main problem lies in the poor accuracy of the musket.

Gunners like Yunfu cannot be bred in large quantities, and this has already been confirmed when he was in Phoenix Mountain.

Using bird blunders to smash the birds in the sky requires not only experience but also character to support. There is no doubt that a sharpshooter like Yun Fu is a solid and reliable person.

Today, artillery is the cause of the greatest damage to slavery.

However, the primary flowering bombs made by Yun's still have big problems. The main disadvantage is that the fragments of the bombs are too few and too sparse after the bombs exploded.

Not only that, but the fragmentation has too little lethality.

Just like this captured Doral, he was hit by eleven fragments in total, but these fragments did not cause any fatal wounds to him. Most of the fragments lost their power after penetrating the leather armor. Inlaid in the flesh, the other half exposed outside the flesh.

"My name is Doral, Hailancha!"

This was the only word that Doral had said since he was captured until he was sentenced.

The explosion sounded from all sides of Chilechuan, and Doral didn't care about his physical pain. He only hoped that his subordinates could stand out from the siege and tell Prince Shuorui what happened here.

"They can't escape, even if they escape this encirclement, there will be a larger encirclement with more people behind."

Yun Juan's vicious words interrupted Doral's hope.

"So all the Ming people in Guihua City were sent by the Ming Dynasty, right?"

Yunjuan smiled and said: "Without our support, do you think that just a few rotten garlic in Zhangjiakou can gather such a large number of farmers?"

Doral sighed and said: "My banner owner said that the mind of a bright person can only be slaughtered, not tenderness, and virtue can only be achieved after fear of might.

Your Majesty was deceived by Bao Chengxian. "

Yun Juan said: "Are you actually a minion of Zhengbaiqi?"

Dolar raised his head and said, "When the flag masters arrive, you should run wolves again. A trivial victory is trivial."

Yun Juan said to Gao Jie: "This is still a Jian slave who has read a book. It's very rare. Do you want to send it to Lantian County?"

Gao Jie raised his hand to cut off Doral's head with a knife, grabbed the braid with one hand, and threw the blood to the soldiers waiting to receive the head. He said to Yun Juan, "What do they do with so much nonsense? We don’t need the heads of the same, which is very important to Lu Xiangsheng.

He has promised to accept this for us and give him the head of the slavery so that he can exchange some silver with the emperor. "

Yun Juan said: "Azhao said that to leave him some living slaves, Yushan Academy has a lot of demand."

Gao Jie said: "If you like, come here to catch yourself. From now on, everything will be lacking here, but there will be no shortage of slavery.

We will finish cleaning up the battlefield soon. Our entire army has been dispatched for two days. It is only serious to return to the camp earlier. "

Yun Juan said: "How much did we lose in the battle?"

Gao Jie sighed: "In a battle that occupies an absolute advantage, we still killed six people and wounded more than 30 people.

Five of them were lost in battle while chasing Jian slave deserters. "

Yun Juan looked at the headless corpses everywhere and shook his head helplessly. He thought so too. In order to annihilate the more than 1,000 slaves, Guihua City could be called all mobilized.

Not only were their entire army dispatched, but the two hundred old thieves in Lantian County in Qian Shaoshao's hands were also dispatched, not to mention the most loyal refugees around Guihua City.

The total mobilization of no less than 30,000 people was to build up more than 1,000 slaves in this area. Although it was suspected of being a sledgehammer, he still suffered an extremely unpleasant battle damage.

Qian Shaoshao also got the battle report. After reading it, he sighed and said to Xue Guocai: "The full firearms army is not as strong as we expected."

Xue Guocai said: "That's because our firearms are not strong enough. When we produce more suitable barrels and more powerful medicines, the grand firearms grandfather that the county respect said will be realized."

Qian Shaoshao waved his hand sadly: "Our current situation is not good. Lantian County is about to enter a dormant period, and Guihua City is about to go wrong.

Once something goes wrong, we are likely to become targets of public criticism, not only facing the Manchu Qing, I'm afraid we will also face the Ming.

After all, until now, the Ming Dynasty still believes that Guihua City is Daming's prison.

Neither the Ming Dynasty nor the Manchu Dynasty would allow a new force to appear in Guihua City.

Let's go, send the 23 heads here to Gao Jie, I hope Lu Xiangsheng will have good luck. "

In the evening, Chi Lechuan, who had been fighting throughout the day, finally calmed down. Fan San quietly poked his head out of the marmot cave and looked around vigilantly.

When Dolar led the cavalry to charge, the cunning Fan San got into the marmot cave, which he had been optimistic about. He didn't want to be bombarded by people.

Slowly crawling out along the barley, and occasionally bumping into the headless corpse, which made him feel chills. The howling of wild wolf was heard in the distance, and the tree trunk above his head was already squatting. A large group of plump vultures.

These guys are waiting for him to leave. As long as he leaves, this is the place for people to gather for dinner.

Fan San really wanted to find a surviving slave. He could only find one. After he went back, he would have done a lot. If such a person went back, his life would be hard to save.

Unfortunately, he crawled in the grass barley for a long time and did not find a headed slave. Finally, he found a few headed corpses~www.wuxiahere.com~After looking closely, he found out that he was from Zhangjiakou. Coming companions.

"There are no more people..."

Fan San said to himself when his upper tooth touched his lower tooth.

When the sun was completely set, he rushed to the hills with the last ray of light illuminated by the sky.

Fan San didn't mean to go back to Zhangjiakou at one point...More than a thousand people who built slaves all died, but the one who led the way came back unscathed. This in itself is a big weird thing.

Mo said that Fan Xiaoshan would not believe it, nor would the mysterious guest in the family believe it. No matter which of these two people, it would be harder to kill Fan San than to squeeze an ant.

Along the way, he carefully avoided the beasts that came to the banquet that smelled of blood. Fan San, who ran all night in the moonlight, finally vaguely saw some roads that were stepped on.

This guy sat on the ground with his **** and looked around. After recognizing east, west, north and south, he endured hunger and thirst, and was about to find a refugee to get something to eat before doing the truth.