Chapter 281: The Battle of Wushishan (II)

"General Yang, what's the point of giving it to me this time? Let my soldiers see blood and earn some silver rewards."

Halfway through the mountain, Li Yong was pleading for Yang Yuan.

"Why? I have 30% of the new soldiers, and I have never seen any blood. Why don't you give it to me? Besides, rewarding silver is a good thing, who doesn't want it?" Yang Yuan rolled his eyes and refused to agree.

"Why? Because they are men of the Zhuang family and are all poor, they should live a good life by rewarding silver. General Yang, is this possible? After this battle, I will give you a lot of money to you. Can you?"

"Come on, you, will I, Yang Yuan, want your money? If you accept your money, Commander Li will not peel me off? Don't talk nonsense. Everyone depends on their ability to see who kills more Tartars. It just so happens that our two families will compete to see who has the better training." Yang Yuan did not give face at all.

Li Yong was originally a literati with a thin face. He thought that he could be so kind to be loved by saying a few good words, but he didn't expect that he would encounter such a ruthless veteran who was not soaked in oil.

"It's really a scholar who meets a soldier, and it's hard to explain." Li Yong was about to retreat, but suddenly he saw Dai Yilan running down from the mountain, followed by Wu Xin and three little eunuchs. When he saw her coming, Li Yong was overjoyed and said to himself: "Okay, Yang Yuan, let you be arrogant again, I see how you deal with this master?"

Thinking of this, he hurriedly met: "Master, why are you here in person? Let Wu Xin pass on a great order?"

"What's going on? Rush up and chop off the head? One head is five taels of silver." Dai Yilan scolded Li Yong in dissatisfaction.

When the young men of her clan saw her, their eyes showed excitement, and when they heard her words, they nodded.

"No, General Yang will stop him." Li Yong said with a deliberate face and pointed at Yang Yuan.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you stopping us?" Dai Yilan glared at Yang Yuan.

When Yang Yuan heard this, he felt so angry. OK, Li Yong, Li Yong, I thought you were a gentleman, but I didn’t expect you to sue for a slander and make a fuss.

"How dare I stop me? I am going to give an order. Come on, the imperial guards guard the mountain road to the east, and do not let an enemy escape. The mountain army charge!" Yang Yuan quickly ordered.

He can't afford to offend this aunt.

"Roll!" Dai Yilan was excited when she heard this order, pulled out the sword from her waist, raised it into the air, and gave a loud order. The mountain army rushed down the mountain with a roar. Dai Yilan felt itchy and rushed down the mountain.

"Master, the emperor has an order to prevent the general from going to the battlefield to kill the enemy!" When Wu Xin saw this, he hurriedly ran a few steps and stopped Dai Yilan.

"Hmph! It's not okay to kill someone. Training for such a long time isn't it in vain?" Dai Yilan didn't dare to resist the order, so she had to stop in disappointment, inserted the sword back to her waist, and muttered unhappily.

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The soldiers of the mountain army were dispatched, just like a tiger going down the mountain.

They are different from ordinary soldiers and can be seen from their equipment.

Everyone has an extremely sharp dagger, with a waist knife, a kettle, and a small cloth bag around their waists. Each person has a small crossbow tied to their forearms.

This small crossbow is very small, about the size of a slingshot. It is tied to the arm and put down the sleeves, and it is impossible to see outside. It is used in conjunction with this bow. It is a slender and sharp bamboo arrow. Although this crossbow is very small, it has a large lethality and is most suitable for close combat. When encountering an enemy, you only need to raise your arm and touch the spring. The small arrow is shot out quickly and shoots it specifically at the throat. If you apply a poison unique to the Zhuang family, all those who are in the middle will die immediately, and they are extremely vicious.

In addition to these equipment, each of them held several branches that were thick and pointed at the end.

This was made by them with daggers when they were preparing for battle, because they usually used them to insert fish in the water and beasts in the mountains when hunting, and rarely missed. Now, these branches have become powerful tools to kill the enemy.

The mountain army has one biggest difference from other troops, that is, there is no psychological burden when killing people. In their opinion, these Qing soldiers with braids behind their heads are no different from the wild boars they usually hunt. The only difference is that the brains of these Qing soldiers are worth five taels of silver, while wild boars are not so valuable.

Geng Jimao met such a group of soldiers.

"Woo aw", "Woo aw" "Woo aw"...

The mountain army rushed towards the Qing soldiers like a clamor. They looked like savages, but they were very organized while walking.

They are in groups of three, one in front and two in the back, forming a triangle, and each three groups form a large group, forming a large triangle. The advantage of this group-like combination is that they cooperate with each other during attack, which can form local advantages and effective protection during defense.

The name Zhu Youlang gave it was "Sancai Formation."

With the momentum, the soldiers of the mountain army saw the Qing soldiers on the mountain road and threw out the branches in their hands. The branches were very fast, and they cut through the air and caused the sound of wind. Then they heard the "whistle" sound and stabbed into the Qing soldiers accurately.

"It's much better than fish." Awen, a soldier running in the front, saw the branch he threw piercing a Qing soldier. The Qing soldier fell to the ground with his back to the sky, and blood flowed out of his chest, and his head tilted to the side. He died without even screaming, and thought excitedly.

Awen raised another branch, but refused to throw it. After the two comrades behind him threw the branch out, he threw the second branch out.

"Ah!" "Oh!"

The screams of the Qing soldiers came from time to time.

Awen rushed down the hillside and faced a Qing soldier with fear in his eyes. Awen had no sense of pity at all. He rushed forward and slashed at the Qing soldier with one knife. The Qing soldier subconsciously raised his knife to block Awen's sword force, but he didn't expect the two Ming soldiers beside Awen to take advantage of the situation and stabbed the Qing soldier in both ribs at the same time!

"ah!"

The Qing soldiers screamed and were on the ground. Awen stepped forward and lifted his braid, and another soldier waved his sword.

With a "click", the head was cut off.

Awen raised his head and gestured to his deputy captain, thinking, "Hey, you've got five taels of silver!"

The same bloody scene was staged on the official road.

The mountain army is too cruel. It is not enough to kill people, but it is necessary to cut off people's heads.

Geng Jimao was frightened and thought to himself: "What kind of army is this? How could he be so barbaric?"

Looking back at the appearance of two or three hundred soldiers left, Geng Jimao knew that he could not fight anymore. Because his soldiers were first blown up and then trampled by the frightened horse. Then, after that, after a while, branches like a spear, and the brutal killing of the Ming army, the original high fighting spirit had long disappeared. They were all so scared that their calves were trembling, and their bodies were like sieves. Where could they have the ability to fight again?

On the hillside and on the official road, there are corpses with incomplete limbs everywhere, and the trees are covered with broken hands and feet that have been blown away, and even half of their heads are even half a head. It is so miserable, almost like hell on earth.
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