"Brother Lin, those Jiannu are indeed angry and resentful. Even God can't help but hit them!"

In the valley less than sixty steps away from the river bank, several heads poked out of the edge of the ditch and stared at the Qing soldiers on the shore.

The man who spoke was twenty-four or fifteen years old, but he looked quite mature and had already grown up a beard.

"That's the officers and soldiers in the east firing artillery." Brother Lin whispered: "It's a good opportunity."

After hearing Brother Lin's words, Beard turned to the people behind him and said, "The bow is skeletoned, the crossbow is skeletoned, and I'm ready to do it!"

When the strong men behind him heard this, they checked their long crossbows and swords, ready to rub their hands.

"When the first cannon sounds, we will rush forward. There are twenty cannons in total. When the cannon stops, if it rushes into thirty steps, we will fuck him. If it doesn't rush into thirty steps, we will retreat." Brother Lin turned his head and said, "They are all horse soldiers. As long as we scatter and run into the mountains, they will not be able to catch up."

"Brother Lin, what if I don't fight on the other side of the river?" asked Beard.

"The officers and soldiers are testing the cannons," said Brother Lin. "The cannons are no more accurate if they exceed 250 steps. If they want to cross the river, it is not impossible... it is simply impossible."

"Oh...what if they don't finish the trial?" asked Beard.

"No, because the artillery is not accurate, so you have to fight all the points you can fight, and you can only know how to fight when fighting. This is the first round of gun test, and there is still a lot behind it." Brother Lin replied.

"Brother Lin, you really know everything!" Beard said sincerely.

"I learned it later." Brother Lin sighed.

...

Kong Youde stood on the river bank. Although he did not believe that the Ming army's artillery could cross the river, the power of these twenty cannons still scared him and his body hunched over unconsciously. He quickly stood up straight and looked around quietly, fearing that the scene of his embarrassment would be seen by the guards.

Fortunately, these Goshhas were even more embarrassed than him. The two Manchu real men even fell to the ground and didn't even care about others.

Compared with the Han army who dealt with artillery all day long, the Manchus were more afraid of artillery.

"They are testing the cannon." Kong Youde stood up straight and said, "Look, we will have a lot of sense when crossing the river."

Kong Youde pretended to be relaxed, and the other guards naturally relaxed a lot. However, his heart became heavier. The Yellow River flowed rapidly. It was not easy to cross the river even when it was free, let alone to force the Ming army artillery across the river. If you choose a place with a narrow river surface, it would be fully covered by artillery. If you choose a place with a wide river surface, it would become a target once you board the ship.

This battle is not easy to fight!

——I’m afraid there is only one more effort to send more probes to find out the defense of Ming army rivers and find a place without Ming army artillery to cross the river.

Kong Youde said in his heart.

...

Boom boom boom boom!

The combustion speed of the fuse is uncontrollable. The Ming army gunners ignite the fire almost at the same time, but the firing speed of the artillery has its own speed.

With the second round of cannons, the eight strong Guanzhong men who were ambushing in the ditch rushed towards the Qing soldiers sixty steps away.

There were as many as ten people in total among the Qing soldiers. Five of them were wearing iron armor and each had horses. If there was a head-on conflict between the two sides, it was undoubtedly the Qing soldiers who had an absolute advantage. The advantage of the horse soldiers over the infantry alone would make all these Guanzhong men wearing civilian clothes be killed.

Now the Qing soldiers were standing under the horses, and all the horses were gnawing the buds that emerged from the cracks of the rocks three or five steps away from them. The Qing soldiers also faced the river, watching the water columns stirred by the shells falling into the water, and all their attention was attracted by the artillery.

The Guanzhong men ran thirty steps in just a few seconds after the cannon fire with intentional accusation and unintentionality. They unexpectedly discovered that the Qing soldiers did not notice the crisis behind them. They were naturally overjoyed and rushed towards the unprepared Qing army at a faster speed.

The roar of cannons echoed in Kong Youde's ears. He raised his hand and dug his ears. He felt his head swelling a little, and said to the left and right: "The power of the Ming army's cannons is not small..." Just halfway through, the sensing signal that he had been practicing on the battlefield for years suddenly occurred. When he looked sideways, someone was running towards him with a crossbow in his hand.

"Kill!" Kong Youde took the lead and roared violently, taking the initiative to seize the enemy's courage.

The Qing soldiers who were awakened were all elite soldiers who had fought for a hundred battles. They pulled out their swords at the waist.

"Shoot!" Lin Tao stopped, put his strong bow in hand, aimed at Kong Youde.

Although Kong Youde was dressed in armored soldiers, his "kill" just now was really too hateful. These Guanzhong men did this blood-licking business, and they had long formed a tacit understanding. They were in groups of two, aimed at the four armored soldiers and shot out the arrows in their hands.

At less than thirty steps, ordinary people can only see the facial contours of the opposite person. These hunters who have been hunting in the mountains for many years can shoot through the eyes of foxes and wild deer without hurting the fur.

Kong Youde watched the cold light on the arrow fly closer and fell sideways. The triangular arrow cut a blood mark on his face and flew over. Before Kong Youde was glad, he felt a shock in his neck and his whole body was pushed back. He just waited until he landed on the ground, and then he felt unbearable pain. It turned out that a crossbow arrow stabbed into the side of his neck.

He looked in the direction of the arrow and saw a young man with a beard staring at his eyes, then threw away the crossbow in his hand, pulled out his sword from his waist, and fought towards the Qing soldiers who rushed up. Then, a darkness blinded his eyes and could no longer see the world.

Kong Youde and two Manchu real men were shot to death before the fight, and another iron-armored soldier injured his thigh. The only iron-armored soldier rushed two steps and found that no one was following behind him. He saw the three strong men on the opposite side roaring and killing him with long swords. When his knees were weak, he fell to the ground and shouted: "Teacher, please spare my life!"

Several other Qing soldiers saw that the commander was killed. According to the Qing military law, even if they escaped back, they would be dead. They quickly knelt down and begged for mercy, shouting: "Give up your life, hero! We are all Han people, please spare your life!"

The beard was originally rushing in front, but seeing these Qing soldiers surrendered, they felt both surprise and doubt in their hearts, and they stopped their pace.

"Take off the weapons and armor!" Brother Lin quickly stepped forward, pointing the long sword in his hand at the iron armored soldiers' face.

The other people also replaced the crossbows and pointed at the surrendered Qing soldiers from afar.

"Brother, they surrendered if they have so many people. I'm afraid it's a fraud!" said beard.

"Don't dare! Don't dare!" The Qing soldiers had already shouted: "You kill my head and general. Even if we escape back, we will be dead. We are willing to go up the mountain with the hero!"

"Want to go up the mountain with us?" Seeing that the iron-armored soldier took off his armor and threw away his weapons, the eldest brother surnamed Lin sneered and said, "I'll reply to my grandfather's question first. If there is any deception, I'll slash it!"

"I will never dare to deceive you." The Qing soldiers shouted.

Brother Lin first ordered people to tie up the surrendered seven Qing soldiers in groups of three or two. He asked: "Which is your head and general? Who is your surname and who is your official position!"

The seven people rushed to identify Kong Youde and said the names of the two true Manchus.

When the beard heard that the bearded king Kong Youde was actually the King Kong Youde who shot to death, he was ecstatic, but suppressed his voice and said, "Brother, how could Kong Youde, as the prince of the Tartar, bring only a few people to the river in the armor of soldiers? They must be lying to the people!"

"A hero is a clear guide!" The stripped iron-armored soldier hurriedly said, "Prince... Bah! It's a Confucius thief! No one believes in Confucius. You have to explore all the terrain and the enemy situation yourself. From north to south, he is like this. The villain will never dare to deceive his grandfather!"

"As his servants, don't you want to avenge him?" Brother Lin was also confused.

"Grandpa knows how to tell me," the Qing soldiers looked sad, "We are not his servants!"

"Dare to lie to your grandfather!" The beard suddenly burst out, and the sword broke through the air, and immediately cut off the Qing soldier's head.

The blood in the neck sprayed one foot high. It was sprinkled like rain, and the Qing soldiers were covered with heat.

The other Qing soldiers had never seen anyone who could turn against each other faster than reading books. They were so scared that they screamed. Two of them even peed their pants directly, and a smell of urine filled the air.

"Hey!" Brother Lin stepped forward and opened his beard and said deliberately loudly: "Since these people are going to surrender to us, why should we kill people?"

"Brother! I didn't want to kill him. Who asked him to deceive me so much!" A pair of bearded and wolves-like thin eyes swept across other Qing soldiers and said viciously: "The Confucian thief is also the prince of the Tartars. He has been fighting for many years, so he did not come out to explore the terrain without his trusted servants!"

"Grandpa Rong Bing!" the iron-armored soldier cried, "It's really unfair! Now the court is suspicious of the Han people. Even the Han army cannot help but suspect. Prince Su, the leader of the Tartars, the order was issued by Haoge, that all the Han army and the generals of the Green Camp were to leave the camp and were not allowed to bring their trusted servants. They also had to go to his tent to take two Manchu real barbarians as surveillance. Just to beware that our Han people would escape to the Ming Dynasty." He was afraid that these people would break into the rebellion, so he quickly added: "He Dashun."

Bearded in his heart was excited and said to Brother Lin: "Brother, it seems that the Tartars are in chaos first."

"There are few people in the Tartars, and there are many Han people. How can we use less to control more? Sooner or later, they will retreat." Brother Lin's eyes shone and said, "If we Han people are united and do not kill each other, how can these Tartars be so domineering in the pass!"

"Brother, I've finished asking, what should these people do?" asked another hero.

The eldest brother surnamed Lin walked up to Kong Youde, looked carefully, and shook his head and said, "Tsk tsk, if he was wearing Prince Jiannu's armor, he wouldn't have been shot to death." The armor of a senior general of Jiannu could protect his whole body and neck, and it was indeed not easy to be shot to death by cold arrows.

"It's really destined. A traitor is not that easy to do." Brother Lin held the exposed arrow shaft and stirred it hard before pulling out the arrow, confirming that Kong Youde was dead to death. He untied the iron armor tie and peeled off all Kong Youde's clothes and pants, only found a purse containing a ingot of gold, and nothing else.

"Why don't you even have a waist card or a seal?" Brother Lin asked the Qing soldiers: "But it is on you?"

The Qing soldiers knew that this person was the real king. When they heard him speak, they were very kind and cooperated with each other. They hurriedly said, "These things cannot be taken out of the camp according to military law."

"Then if he meets other Qing soldiers and doesn't know him, how can he prove his identity?" Brother Lin asked.

"There are commands and orders to distinguish between enemies and enemies every day."

"Then how many days the siege went out, how did they identify the enemy?" Brother Lin felt even more and more strange. Although he knew that the waist-bar cards were unreliable and the craftsmen with better skills had to do as much as they could, he didn't even deserve the waist-bar cards. Isn't that a joke?

"The horses only focus on the enemy's situation and terrain, regardless of the people next to them. They have waist cards. But no one will ask them for it." The Qing army said: "Now Shaanxi is in the hands of the Tatars, and they are not afraid of spies from the Ming army."

"Brother, this is just right for us!" said Beard happily: "As long as we wear the Tartars' armor, we can run out openly, and we don't have to hide in the valley and shoot cold arrows!"

Brother Lin was much more steady and said, "Let them take off all of them. Search."

Several brothers immediately stepped forward and stripped off the clothes of the Qing soldiers. Sure enough, they did not find the Tatars' waist card. This was incredible in the eyes of Ming people with some military knowledge. But think about it from another perspective: the difference between Han and Tartars lies in their hair, which is obvious at a glance. Han people would rather die than shave their heads, so when they see the tail of money, they can tell that they are their own people. When they see the full hair, they are Ming people. Why do they have to work hard to make waist card?

Besides, there are now mixed troops in Shaanxi, including Green Camp, Han Army, and Manchu Eight Banners. The characters are different, and they are basically illiterate. Wouldn't they be glaring at the blind man after making a waist card?

"Okay!" Brother Lin laughed: "The Tartars are so slacking off the enemy, and it's time to destroy them!" He paused, his eyes swept across the Qing soldiers' faces, and said: "Grandpa Temple can't accommodate so many people, only three, you can decide for yourself. Those who die will be regarded as surrendering to their reputation." After that, he stepped forward and picked up the ropes of the Qing soldiers, allowing them to catch them and fight.

These Qing soldiers were not vague. Seeing that there were three places, they immediately started fighting naked. They had no weapons, could only turn fists, choke their necks, and kick their vaginas, and do everything they could to survive.

Beard held the crossbow machine and slowly approached Brother Lin, whispering: "Brother, do you really want to keep three?"

Brother Lin said coldly: "The rabbit will bite people even if it is anxious. Let them kill first. Wouldn't it be easier for us to do it after killing it?"

"Brother is a good plan!" Bearded again admired.

"Soldiers are the devil." Brother Lin said, but sighed, turned his head to look at the east bank, and his heart was mixed.

After a while, the Qing soldiers finally decided on their life and death. The three Qing soldiers who survived eventually had no good meat on their bodies, covered with tooth marks and scratches. However, looking at the corpse lying, they were satisfied.

In troubled times, what is more valuable than human life? And what is more valuable than one's own life?

"Grandpa!" A Qing soldier panted and said, "We still can't pretend to be Tartars. Look, this hair..."

Beard reached out to touch his head, sneered, and was about to speak, but Brother Lin suddenly said, "Put on your clothes, smash a hole in the river, and throw the body away." As he said that, he squatted down, cut off Kong Youde's head, found a piece of clothes to wrap, and walked straight to the horse and hung it next to the saddle.

The three Qing soldiers obediently dragged their bodies to the frozen river, and without much effort, they stamped the gradually melting ice layer and threw them down.

When they finished their work, they thought they would join the bandits, but they were waiting for them with a row of arrows. Soon, their bodies chased their companions from the ice hole and headed south.

Everyone was hunters in the mountains. It was just a trivial matter to avoid the Qing army from outside. Soon, they took these ten war horses back to the village from the mountain road. Among them, two of them wiped out the traces along the way, and no detail was left out, whether it was the hoof prints he stepped out or the dead branches.

After everyone entered the forest, the Qing army would not even think about finding them.

The eight people walked around the mountains and forests for a few times and finally arrived in front of a canyon where only one person was.
To be continued...