Maybe Qi Jiguang was well trained, the muskets were well made, and the chariot formation was also very powerful, but that was a few decades ago. The horse thieves seemed to be glorious, but in fact they were eliminated very quickly. A few years were enough to change a group of people, let alone a few decades ago. In the past decade, Han Laoliu had several encounters with the Ming army's musketeers. The soldiers were fired a hundred steps away, and they didn't know where the muskets were flying. They were exhausted in one round. Seeing the fires splashing, the sound was terrifying. In fact, they couldn't use it. When they rushed closer, the muskets threw the bird guns in their hands all over the ground and turned around and fled. They had only this thing, and they were close without medicine, and they were not as good as rusted spears. Therefore, the horse thieves looked down on the muskets and did not take the firearms to heart.

But the musketeers of the caravan in front of them used this weapon so terrible!

They beat the ball hard and accurate, and they had almost no time to put it in, and they were not panicked. After one row and another, they had almost no pauses. With more than one hundred steps, they took four shots from the first row to the last step in front of the car array.

Twenty-four guns were fired four times, and the power was great. Most of the bullets they shot were not lost. They were either mid-sized or mid-horse. There were about sixty people in the horse thief. When they rushed to the front, Han Laoliu looked around and saw that there were less than forty people left. Nearly half of the man and the horse fell at such a short distance.

At this moment, Han Laoliu felt a pain in his shoulder and hit him in the last round of volleys.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm hit..."

This was the first thought. The person who was hit by a musket just now was too miserable. His head was beaten into a rotten watermelon, or his intestines were broken, and he would not die for a while. The struggle and pain made Han Laoliu, the bandit, terrorist, frightened.

When he felt the pain, he quickly turned his head and saw that he was hit on his shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, the only thing that hits is the shoulder." Han Laoliu wanted to twist his arm, but his left hand had no response. He looked carefully again. The projectile hit the shoulder blade and his clothes were charred. Han Laoliu pulled his right hand and was shocked when he saw the situation on the injury.

The entire shoulder was broken, the skin was blooming, and the meat was broken, just like the meat stuffing made from dumplings during the Chinese New Year, and the bones were also broken, and white bones were pricked out, mixed in one place. When I just pulled my clothes, the bones were falling all over the floor.

"My mother, this guy is useless..." Han Laoliu was also fierce, and he ignored it after cursing.

At this time, the brothers in front of him had already rushed over. Han Laoliu looked at the wings. The archers had just gotten on horseback and fought with the two wings on his side. The original arrangement was to expect the two wings to attack. The matter of the middle formation was limited, but the two wings were not damaged much, and only a few people were broken, but the middle formation was damaged.

Although they had already rushed to the front of the car formation, no one could come up with a solution. Three big trucks were blocking each other coldly. No matter how fast the horses were, they could not fly in. Everyone ran around in circles, but there was no gap and could not rush over. They could only be anxious on the spot. The people on both wings could not help. They were intercepted by the convoy in advance and were blocked on both sides. They were not strong enough. They rushed through a few horse speed, but the people ran tilted. After running hundreds of steps, they turned around and rushed back.

The horse thief did not have the courage to engage in real war horse hedging. When he rushed to the front, he probably slowed down and wanted to use the number of people and experience to fight with people. Just now, if it was a truly elite cavalry, the speed of the horse would not decrease, and an opponent would be completely destroyed, and at least one or more people would die.

As a result, both sides were in a melee. Han Laoliu shouted desperately from behind, causing people to break into the car formation, and then cross the middle to help the two wings.

"The boss, I can't fight."

"How can I rush in?"

"Shoot the arrow, throw the iron bones!"

"Put the gun, is it a gun?"

Everyone was desperately sending their swords and guns to the car, and they made many holes in the car on the front, but how could they cut the car for a while? The wood in the car was very strong and could not be cut apart. The guns and bones in their hands were originally the favorites for the Mongols to use during the cavalry war, but with a large cart, the effect of these things was very limited. At this time, someone found that the musketeer on the opposite side came over again. The barrel of the musketeer extended out from the gap between the wall of the car and the workshops. The black musketeer could almost reach everyone's face. At this time, everyone was panicked.

There was also a gun in front of Han Laoliu. He was stunned for a moment, and the wound on his arm was still bleeding. He was a little confused. He didn't know how this battle was like this. He had not seen a battle, had no fighting, no bows and arrows, no swords and guns, no breathing, and no shouting. He seemed to have breathed in his throat, and his strength seemed to have not been used yet, but at this time he was seriously injured. The formation of cars in front of him was so simple and ridiculous, but the brothers just couldn't rush in...

The one who aimed at Han Laoliu was a small man in gray robe with a slender figure. He usually followed Sun Jingting, often covered his face with a hat, and did not speak loudly. After a few days of his trip, everyone had never seen this person talk to others. Liang Xing would definitely find out the details of this person, but it was someone brought by Sun Jingting. This person had a bad temper and hard temper, and had a good relationship with the boss. Everyone was afraid that Sun Jingting would make the boss angry. Fortunately, this person did not cause trouble. Suddenly, he stayed in the camp and didn't go out much. Once, he followed Zhang Han from a distance and looked around, turned around and returned to the felt bag. Liang Xing arranged for someone to stare at the kid, but he didn't care much about it.

This person is Yu Niang.

Sun Jingting knew her temper very well. When she was leaving, she found that Yu Niang was packing her luggage and was about to say goodbye. Sun Jingting had no choice but to tell Sun Anle that she would bring out this weird cousin... If he didn't bring it, Sun Jingting was very worried that Yu Niang would have something to do if she ran around. It would be a headache to bring it out. She had to make three rules, not to run around and talk, not to expose herself. If there was something to discuss, Yu Niang was still obedient and had not been exposed for several days. Sun Jingting breathed a sigh of relief.

The news that Zhang Han was going to marry the Chang family in Xinpingbao also spread. Originally, Sun Jingting planned to find an opportunity to talk to Zhang Han about Yu Niang, but then he had to give up.

No matter what Yu Niang is thinking, it is unlikely that Sun Anle will agree to his only daughter as a concubine.

Zhang Han's status and strength are far beyond the Sun family, but the Sun family also has its own status. It is not a family for dinner, and Sun Anle does not like to curry favor with the powerful. Otherwise, a few years ago, a prefect heard that Yu Niang looked extraordinary and sent someone to propose marriage. Of course, she was also a concubine, but Sun Anle refused. If someone knew that Sun Yu Niang had become a concubine for someone, I am afraid that the Sun family would have no place to leave her face.

Yu Niang herself felt very sad. When she was in Lingqiu, she thought everything was beautiful and rode on the block, chatting and laughing with Zhang Han. Under the sunset and on the grassland, she and Zhang Han rode together...

She didn't know that it was not her fault. A girl of fifteen or sixteen was originally a fantasy age, and it was not surprising for her to fall in love at first sight. Zhang Han's age, appearance, and temperament should have easily attracted her.

But there is a wrong premise for all of this, that is, Zhang Han already has a marriage partner who is very satisfied with the same status...

There was still a trace of indelible stubbornness in Yu Niang's eyes.

Her background and growth experience have made her have such a courage to love, hate and take responsibility. No matter what, she will not regret the decisions she made.

She saw Zhang Han fire the musket in Lingqiu. A few days before departure, she asked Sun Jingting to get a bird gun and fired it for several days. In fact, she was just a slut in the crowd. Fortunately, she was brave and had no loading errors, but was much slower than others. Most of the people had been fired in this round, and Yu Niang had just loaded it. Look at most of the people around her, and even Chang Wei was quick. When Chang Wei lived in Xinpingbao, he got along well with Liang Xing. Every day he went to the training school grounds and learned to fire the musket for a long time.

This thing is complicated and complicated. It takes a long way to go from learning to mastering. It is also simple. It is not a stupid person who can fight well in half a day. It can only take a month at most, and it is very familiar from loading to loading.

The person Yu Niang saw was Han Laoliu. One of her arms was crippled, but her cruelty still made her frightened. The environment in Dongshan Club was very complicated, and it was common to fight in groups. Yu Niang has also practiced martial arts since she was a child. She has seen it many times when she shouldn't have seen it. She often went out in men's clothing, otherwise Sun Jingting wouldn't have taken her out even if she was beaten to death. But no matter what, she had never seen such a cruel face. The face in front of her showed cruel and violent colors almost from the inside out.

Han Laoliu had abandoned the sword, and he had no choice but to use one hand. He stared at the small car array in front of him. He watched his people turn around and unable to kill in. He saw a new round of muskets fire. The fire seemed to be under his nose, and the gun barrel seemed to be stretched under his nose. The firelight when it was shot, the white smoke came out, and the loud bang. All of this made him fall into a state of stagnation. He took out an iron spear from the insert bag and confirmed one.

The people loaded in the back of the chariot array were blocked by the chariot array, and it was difficult to hit the direct shot. There were people screaming, horses neighing, people were running around in circles, and the bangs of muskets, smoke, fire, and pungent sulfur smell, which caused many people to throw guns and bones to throw them away. Han Laoliu tried hard to calm his heart down, and his wrists kept moving slightly up and down. He planned to throw them over, and he could hit the boy's back.

This goal was also approved by Han Laoliu. He felt that this person was Zhang Han, the Dong Gong of this car array. He was of the same age and his clothes were obviously different from ordinary people. Although there was also a young man dressed in luxury, his expression was a little immature, a little panicked, and he was a little younger.

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Today is Double Ninth Festival. Happy holidays to everyone. Remember to respect the elderly.

I bought steamed cakes for my son in the morning. I remember that when I was a child, I looked forward to this day. I would give you a flag if I bought a few pieces of cakes. The more I bought, the more I bought, the small flags, the patterns were small, and the very exquisitely made. When I arrived at the school, I was full of various flags. People at that time were not afraid of spending some time doing such things. The flags were worthless and the happiness they brought to children could not be bought.
Chapter completed!