After all, there were only 5,000 people. In just a few days, the tools they were holding were shovels and hoes. Even if there were forklift excavators in later generations, digging a mountain bag would be a big project. After more than ten minutes of drilling holes and stepping on traps, the dense rebels were crowded with crowds of rebels.

It's about thirty meters away from those boxes!

After snatching the box back, the Buddha was satisfied, and everyone could go back to Dengzhou to sleep. Some people could no longer hold back and climbed the trench wall and climbed directly towards the hillside.

It was really within reach. After running for more than ten meters, Wang Huaan even showed joy on his face, but a burst of white smoke finally simmered in the sound of gunfire like fried beans.

"Donkey ball!"

Seeing more than a dozen people rolling up and falling down with blood, Lord Buddha cursed indecently, but Fan Wenju, who had been wiping sweat, felt relieved. He had started this battle for half an hour. Before, Mao Jue had been trampling his fists, making people unable to guess his thoughts. But as long as the official army exposed his intentions, there would be a battle. After all, the official army still had targets that needed protection, and then it would no longer be as unreachable as those who were good at attacking like above the nine heavens. At least both sides were placed in a fair position.

As Fan Wenju thought about it, the gunshot became stronger and stronger.

"Come on, keep up!"

In the narrow trench, the thick faces of Liaodong men were red, and several whistle captains shouted desperately, holding bundles of flintlock rifles, and the soldiers were also sweating profusely.

This time, I also used a famous Japanese tactic during the Warring States Period, the iron cannon group attack! Because the terrain was too narrow, and there were only two people standing sideways, a regiment only selected 100 people to shoot, and the rest were all buried in the tunnel behind to load. People kept transporting the reloaded muskets over and then taking back the shots. Although the number of shots was reduced, the density of gunfire was several times denser.

This is not a computer game. The army of mice is on the ground without head or breasts. The rebels are also afraid of death, although the officers and shamans behind them are "profit and blessing" and "morality halo". Unless they are forced to the extreme, the peasant army will not run up to seek death by themselves. The twenty meters of the box piled up on the whole side are in anxiety. A group of them come up and are hit by the flintlock rifle formation, and a group of them come up again, and then are blown away by the dense gunfire.

As they fought, the government army also gained experience. It was not necessary to kill people on the battlefield. They turned to their legs. Don’t watch the whole character in the TV series and they were still fighting and killing like no one was fine. The real situation is that the arrow may be hit by dozens of arrows, but the musket fell down with one shot. It is almost impossible to stand up again.

Screaming and rolling back, holding his legs and moaning, the rebels had to separate people to transport them back.

The trenches on both sides became the focus of the competition between the two sides. It was like a rat battle. Both sides shrank into the trenches about one person wide, squeezing forward desperately. A bayonet kept stabbing, retracting, stabbing, and retracting, and killing rebels could not even go down, and were squeezed in front as a shield. However, the bottom of the big black pot carried by another official army was also hit by various weapons of the rebels who were desperately stretching forward. The bottom of the pot on it was falling down.

No one dared to show his head. There were officials and musketeers in front, and rebels were aiming with bows and arrows behind. Hundreds of people were crowded in a little bit the size of a palm, fighting hard.

"One, two, three, squeeze!"

After all, there were many people and they squeezed out sweat. I don’t know who yelled. The peasant soldiers suddenly rushed forward desperately, caught off guard, and all seven or eight Tieyi soldiers blocked the butts in front of them were all sitting on the ground, ecstatic, stepping on the iron pot on the stomach of the first Tieyi army, and a few loud horses cursed and took the knife to rush forward. Who knew that before they could take two steps, their ears were buzzing.

"Let's open it for grandpa!"

With a bang, the single sword of the horse in front was actually broken. In his shock, a square strange weapon suddenly opened his head.

In addition to bayonets and flintlock rifles, the Dongjiang Tieyi Army also has the same standard, engineer shovels.

Unlike the ragged guys in the mainland of Ming Dynasty, Mao Jue is always striving for excellence in weapons. Even the shovel is made of high-quality steel, and it is also bladed. It is much better to throw it into this narrow tunnel than a knife. In addition, the personal tank Kong Youde, this person-shaped tank, stepped on the pot, and the horse thieves were all tilted, crying and calling for their parents, and with a powerful general, they beat them back again.

"drink!"

With the neat roar, the neat iron pots like the Roman legion of the Iron Rebel Army blocked one side, protecting Kong Youde, who was breathless, again. Once again, the thick iron pot array blocked the peasant army.

In the crowded and anxious battle, time passed by minute by minute, and in a difficult situation, it took another half an hour to fight.

Although he had not made any progress, Fan Wenju's face became more and more relaxed.

Although there was no 200,000 troops like Wang Huaan bragging, there were still 80,000 people, and the peasant army had poor quality and low morale. What Fan Wenju feared most was that the government army suddenly raided in infantry and cavalry arrays, causing a large amount of damage in a short period of time, and the entire army was defeated. But Mao Jue chose such a least intense method to give the peasant army the capital to slowly grind.

Just like siegeing the city, although the guards have huge terrain advantages, the initiative in the war is in the hands of the attacking party. When one team is tired of fighting, Fan Wenju will change to another team. However, after all, the official army has only 5,000 people, and they are not machines. Once the energy is exhausted, the battlefield collapses, and the victory of the war is the peasant army.

Looking at it, he couldn't help but clasped his fists beside Wang Huaan with a smile.

"Master Buddha, if you want to surround him, if you want to attack him, if you want to attack him, now we are more than ten times more than the official army. Just as we are siegeing from all sides, we will dispatch a team of troops to detour the back of the low mountain to launch an attack. I think that Mao Tieyi will not be able to resist!"

Just as he was anxious about the gold, silver and jewelry, Wang Huaan called out without thinking.

"Jigouzi, take your brothers and follow me around the official dogzi!"

"Ode to the Lord Buddha!"

With another shout, a giant man of two meters and two to four meters walked out of the rebel army. Under his roar, a large number of strong rebel troops were crowded forward.

With a smile on his face, Fan Wenju looked at the encirclement like an arc of moon gradually wrapping up the Mao Jue hill position, and the arc continued to expand backward, with the momentum of swallowing the entire official army position.

But he didn't notice that several times he had increased his troops, and almost all the rebels were crowded into this uncovered beach. Some rebels had even been crowded into the sea. The entire army was like a wild boar hitting a tree trunk, with sharp fangs still hissing and pushing forward with all hissing efforts.

…………

"It should be almost done!"

After drinking the five pots of milk tea, Mao Jue filled himself with water, and his stomach was so full that he looked at the sixth pot. He was so tired that he couldn't drink it anymore. He went to the small pit behind the trench to put water, climbed up to the top of the trench, looked down at the hill, and then couldn't help but burp and said with satisfaction.

"Is the time here? Can you fight back? Let's prepare for it!"

He was so bored that he opened the tea box. Wen Meng, who was counting tea leaves, got up in anger, rushed to Mao Jue's feet excitedly, and asked on the edge of the trench.

Mao Jue shook his head speechlessly and waved his hand angrily: "Stay honestly and send Sun Chun the order to let her send a signal flare!"

Immediately afterwards, Mao Jue grinned again, pointed at Wen Meng's nose with his eyes wide open, and shouted depressedly.

"Old Wen! You are my uncle at least, can't you save me some money?"

Confused, Wen Meng's eyes widened.

A few seconds later, in Fan Wenju's relaxed smile, a magnesium bomb extracted from the magnesium ore extraction method in Song Yingxing's "The Art of Heaven" carried bright glory, and the hero flew to the clouds in the sky. His smile immediately froze there.

What does this mean? Recruiting reinforcements? But within twenty miles, all the reconnaissance cavalry were laid out? Moreover, there was no second official army in the entire Shandong East except Mao Jue! Who did this signal flare be used to show?

Could it be, at sea?

Not to mention, Fan Wenju is really a meticulous person. After thinking about this, he immediately bent down anxiously and bowed, clasped his fists at Wang Huaan and said, "Master Buddha! No! It must be that the reinforcements of foreign soldiers and reinforcements have arrived. Mao Tieyi deliberately led us to the beach and asked Master Buddha to immediately order the entire army to defend the sea and must not allow the troops outside the pass to land, otherwise we will be done!"

The beads of sweat dripped from Fan Wen's forehead. When he heard what he said was serious, Wang Hua'an was also shocked. He knew the power of the soldiers outside the pass. In the battle of the Iron Bead Mountain in Qinghe, the 140,000 chaotic troops that had just crossed half of Shandong made more than 20,000 soldiers outside the pass torn blood. Thousands of people were killed in battle. The White Lotus Sect was defeated for more than 70 miles! Looking at the rising magnesium bomb, he also shouted anxiously.

"Where is the left guardian? Take the army of guardians immediately and defend the beach!"

This time, the Sangmenxing personally took the battle. The teams attacking the mountains in front stopped. Tens of thousands of archers were waiting on the beach with bows and arrows. They held wooden shields, and thousands of shield spearmen were also standing in the shallow water. With their full concentration, one piece of sail after another really appeared in their eyes.

"Damn it, it's so fucking!"

He couldn't help but curse, and the star of the Sangmen also pulled a bow and shouted loudly.

"I'll see, I'll make a decision. I'll make you a little bitch later. No one is allowed to run. Whoever dares to run, don't blame me for sending him to the West first!"

"Drink!"

Tens of thousands of troops responded to this order, and seemed to be in full force.

But at this time, Mao Jue, who was holding the telescope, put down the things leisurely, took out two cotton balls and stuffed them into his ears, and then shook his head in melancholy.

"Fear! Ignorance mortals! Even if you live, you will always live in the shadow of today!"

With a thunderous sound, he jumped back into the trench, but then he pushed the pot on his head with no image, and pulled Wen Meng in as soon as he reached out.

At this time, at sea.

The Dongjiang Wind Sail Battleship, which was more than 70 meters long, turned its head one after another, and completely formed ten main battleships. More than a dozen light ships and thousands of cannons were pushed out of the cannon cabin. Looking at the rebels on the dense shore, the commander Pang Dahai and Chen Rong showed a cruel smile on their faces at the same time. The two almost waved their arms together.

"fire!"

The next second, hell comes to the earth!

In just a few breaths, the beach was turned over and changed its color. Mao Jue's ship was equipped with twelve to sixteen-pound cast iron cannons that could hit thousands of meters. It also fired the most lethal shrapnel with sixty-four lead-beaded iron eggs. Tens of thousands of shotguns covered the beach. The entire beach turned red. The neat bow and arrow team instantly turned into a broken net, torn and full of holes. The shield and spear formation in front of the defense, the corpse and flesh floating on the sea, and the blood dyed the sea water red. At first, sharks were ready to move and exposed dangerous triangular fins from the beach.

This strike was almost indiscriminate, only the rebels near Xiaoshanbao were lucky. After all, no one dared to fire at Mao Jue. This was the case. The scattered missiles also made the wooden barrel boxes crack and shattered a large area. The boxes rolled down the hillside and hit the heads of the rebels in the trench.

"Haha! Gold, silver and treasures! They are all mine! Hahaha!"

Holding the broken box, a rebel whose leg was broken went completely crazy. He grabbed a trace of blood on the wall of the box with his hands. On the other side, a Liao citizen who had served as a soldier smashed his punch on the box with great anger and cursed.

"Damn donkey ball balls, for these empty boxes, my godmother Buddha made me fight to snatch it. The difference between him and those dog girls in Liaodong is the hairy ones raised!"

The rebels' main formation was naturally within the focus of artillery fire. Fan Wenju's ears buzzed again, and his consciousness was blurred for a few seconds. Then he suddenly woke up. Once again, he was lucky enough to escape from the embrace of the god of death, but looking to the left and right, he would rather be killed by the bomb just now.

What a miserable look!

The erect flag of the White Lotus Sect has now become like a jungle after the fire. It is broken everywhere, and there are various strange-shaped parts of people scattered beside it. The pungent smell of blood makes him almost sick.

There are also those White Lotus Masters who claim to be invulnerable to swords and guns, who can capture ghosts and gods, and they are also spliced ​​together in various postures. There are two upper bodies with back-to-back forming four-armed talismans, some sit on their heads, and push away the body of the guard who knocked them down. Fan Wenju stood up in a daze.

"Master Buddha!"

A loud shout made him come back to his senses. A hole was cracked on his face, and the eyes were gone. The star of the Sangmen pulled Wang Huaan out of the dead and dragged him out. He was also looking at the embarrassing appearance of the leader, covered in blood, and Fan Wenju woke up in shock and screamed in horror.

"Retreat quickly! Escape quickly!!!"

His words were like the bell at twelve o'clock in the evening. Countless peasant soldiers who lost their souls stood up on the Shura field like evil ghosts, and fled out with blood and scars.
Chapter completed!