"Report, General, there seems to be an ambush ahead, and none of the scouts sent out came back."

In the center of the Qing army, the scout camp came to report the abnormality in person.

"Well, it's just a group of untouchables. After passing the order, the musket team turned into a vanguard and carried my divine martial arts cannons up. Seeing the rioters first fired a volley of muskets, and then hit him."

The Qing army general Alin Bao, who was riding on a high-headed horse, arranged indifferently. He was a child of the Eight Banners who had just landed in the green camp. He was originally the second son of the Lord of the Inlaid Blue Banner. Because he made a mistake in the capital and offended a powerful prince, he was arranged to avoid disaster in the remote Yunnan.

As a qualified dandy Eight Banners, I used to play with flying eagles, lackeys, crickets and cockfights.

His few experiences in leading troops were heard from storytelling and bragging and fucking at the dinner table.

This arrangement would be made, and Alin Bao himself felt that he was already very thorough, with front and back, just a bunch of rioters holding wooden sticks. If he hadn't been bored in the city, he would have done this matter himself.

However, he didn't notice that the Han ginseng generals around him were all open-minded, but they looked at each other and did not dare to speak.

It is a sin to say something wrong, and it is even more offensive to say something right. It is all an old man in the army for a long time. His ability to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune is better than that of the other.

Anyway, the sky fell and there was a tall man like Alin Bao, and if he really suffered a defeat and Alin Bao was dismissed, they might be able to compete for the position of general.

Thinking of this, several generals suddenly looked at each other tacitly, hoping that the rebels ahead would give them some strength.

Shang Biao and Han Er both saw the appearance of the Qing army's changing formation, and the same thoughts arose in their minds - it's safe!

The Qing army finally walked into the valley in a loose formation. Alinbao seemed to understand how stupid his order was.

In such a narrow terrain, even a musket can fire up to three shots at the same time, which cannot effectively prevent the enemy from approaching.

However, at this time, Alinbao was still full of confidence in the green camp under his leadership. Even if his plan went wrong, he could not change his words for the sake of face.

Moreover, the army has no joke. If he did something to change every day in public today, the generals in the military who were already a little dissatisfied with him would even disobey his orders in the future.

So, both public and private, Alin Bao had a tense face and said nothing, but just glanced at a few generals in secret, secretly jealous.

When all the Qing troops walked into the canyon, a roar came from the entrance, and the gunpowder buried in advance was detonated and the entrance was blocked.

The Qing army and musket team, who were walking in the front, also officially saw the enemy. With the command of the firearm battalion, continuous gunfire sounded.

Although the old man Yu's army leader didn't understand why his boss gave such idiotic orders, he still did his best.

After a row of three musketeers were fired, they immediately squatted down and retreated, giving up the road to the soldiers lined up behind them.

Using a shooting method similar to three-stage shooting, the soldiers under his command played as much as possible.

However, his efforts were destined to be futile, and several thick Teng Duns made an orderly progress.

The lead bullet hit the Teng Shield and had no effect at all.

If you want to aim at your legs and feet, with the accuracy of the musket in their hands, you will not be able to do this in a short time unless the blind cat hits a dead mouse.

"The musket team retreated, and the Shenwu cannon came on!"

The firearm battalion officer obviously realized this and stopped the futile muskets, and the dark magic cannon was pushed to the front.

"boom"

A solid cannon the size of a baby's head ejected out of the chamber, and the roar echoed in the narrow passage.

The flesh and blood were flying, and the shells that exploded in the crowd released iron pieces wrapped inside, and their lethality should not be underestimated.

Quiet, dead silence!

The roar of artillery fire ended, and strands of soul mist that were invisible to the naked eye drifted away from the broken body and returned to the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner.

"Tread, tread~"

The gap was blocked by the intact ghost of the body, and there was still some possessed body, missing arms, but the intestines were exposed but continued to move forward without saying a word.

"How is this possible? Are they still human?"

The Qing army soldiers, who were not very determined, were already trembling all over, as if they were looking at the ghost. Even the Firearms Battalion changed its previous calmness, stared at the front, and muttered to himself.

"Quick, add the bullet and put it on!"

After all, he was not a group of unknown big-headed soldiers under his command. He knew what was the most important thing now. He immediately called out a loud order and prepared to activate the Shenwu Cannon again.

But there was no chance. As soon as the shell was stuffed into the chamber, the ghosts had already manipulated their bodies to touch them directly.

The bamboo spear, wooden stick and the saber carried by the musket soldiers were fighting each other, and a one-sided situation occurred.

The crushing of equipment and the stimulation of flesh and blood made the Green Camp soldiers who were originally terrified to be confident again. The rampant laughter echoed in the alleyways, and the wounded screams that occasionally sounded.

"Old, this is something wrong!"

"There is indeed a problem. This time the rioters seemed to be like a puppet. Go and report the war situation here to President Qian to see what they said."

The firearm battalion commander never dared to give any more orders without authorization, allowing his subordinates to kill in front of him. He just commanded some soldiers who were exhausted and injured to retreat and be replaced by the soldiers behind him.

Soon, a reply came from the rear, asking the musket team to retreat and the infantry forward.

The excited fight was even stronger than before, and the smell of blood filled the entire canyon.

Blood flows into a river, this is the blood flowing into a river.

On the canyon, Han Er's shoulder was pressed tightly by Shang Biao.

"Why, can't you bear it anymore? I think with your experience, these things are used to in the City of Death. I believe that things that are more miserable than these are not uncommon in the City of Death."

"They could have not had to die."

"But they must die!"

Shang Biao's words made Han Er silent. They understood that this was the same as last time, and it required human life to cast spells.

The scorching sun shone on the head, and the unilateral massacre in the canyon lasted for more than an hour, and finally something happened.

When the real believers holding the Teng Shield and the steel knife went to fight, in just a moment, the Qing army that had already adapted to the massacre collapsed.

The soldiers in the forefront had already spent a lot of energy before, so it was normal that they would lose to the army of believers who were raising their energy.

"Stay steady, stabilize the formation! The rear path has been blocked. The general has an order. Who dares to retreat? He will not forgive him immediately!"

He killed the front and the back again. The retreating Qing soldiers were killed by the law enforcement team in the army to establish their authority. Only then did he realize that he and others had no way out except to advance.

"Go and put it, it's time to start your performance."
Chapter completed!