The chaos outside Dingjiazhuang lasted for only a moment, and the rain of arrows fell on the heads of the soldiers in Boduan team. Except for the flag-holding officer, everyone was disguised and scattered.

Of course, most people fell down due to weak legs while running away. This weak appearance greatly boosted the morale of the shopkeepers. At this moment, the quails in North Asia went down the mountain like tigers, using long-handled flails and iron rods to teach the invaders a lesson to cry for their parents.

The flag-holding officer did not count. Ding Hai shot the bow and shot to death and called out to the man first. He was already dismantling the flag. He laid the spear and folded the flags. He then took off his helmet, sword, knife, and breastplate one by one, and finally knelt down on the side, as if nothing had happened.

So much so that after the battle, Ding Hai struggled to carry seven legal mesh guns on his shoulders. He looked at the extremely well-behaved flag-holding officer who knelt down and frowned and called to translate: "Ask him, why don't you run?"

"He said the flagpole was too heavy, he had been hungry for too long and could not run, so he stopped running."

Looking at this poor worm who seemed to be able to lift it with one hand, Ding Hai for no reason remembered the years when he was starving outside his mouth. Of course, more importantly, everyone was in a good mood at this time, so in the end, between killing and not killing, he decided to take care of the surrendered Fayi Tu Bingdun mutton dumplings first.

Since leaving the Sancha River estuary outside the Great Wall of Miyun Guard, Ding Hai has never felt as good as he is today. The battle ended in an incredible situation and almost no resistance - his patrolman actually took the broken flail and hammered a team of regular troops.

When they left the village, the tourists from Beiya were all wearing cotton jackets and holding flails. When they returned to the village, the dumplings were just out of the pot. The women and children who were facing great enemies were shocked to see their appearance. They all wore Western-style high-top helmets on their heads, old legal breastplates on their bodies, long swords on their waists, military sickles behind them, and on their shoulders were carrying combs and spears, as well as two Swiss-style halberds.

As the Ming Dynasty immigrants, Beiya Zhuangke, who was raised strong, threw down a few worn-out armed clothes at the door of the manor with a look of disgust, and ordered the Indian children who were running around in the manor to take out the iron sheets from the cotton armor and take the torn cotton jacket to sew for the donkey to wear.

These collections of ever-winning, and the armed colonial teams pieced together by the Mexican immigrant villages are very abundant, and they can even surpass the ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty in terms of some daily necessities.

"Don't just eat, where is it from, what's it?"

The surrendered flag-holding officer was reincarnated like a starving ghost. He was so busy that he stuffed dumplings into his mouth. He didn't even care about his mouth when he was burned out after the pot. Even if the question and answer was incomplete by the translator of Dingjiazhuang, he kept sucking his mouth.

This was a hard time and the translation was made. I had to study the context of what I asked for. Then I gave a brief report to Ding Hai: "He said what he called Wei, but I didn't hear clearly later. He came from a place called Luo sixty miles north. He was a defender in the city. He had been out of food for two months, and a total of 94 people left the city, most of whom were outside the village."

"There are still some people in the woods, so hungry that they can't walk."

"Oh, Lao Wei, come from Luocheng." Ding Hai had not moved his chopsticks yet, and the flag-master Lao Wei had already eaten half a bowl of dumplings: "You ask him to eat slowly and not burn his intestines. Ask him how many guards in the city are all hungry? What about their gunpowder, why are there only bird guns but no ammunition?"

To be honest, Ding Hai felt that he was already full of joy.

These unlucky guys brought twenty-two muskets. Except for two of them being bent by some prodigal boys in the battle, the remaining twenty of them looked to be used and the workmanship was quite well done.

In the past, the deputy lieutenant in the village of Beiya did not have so many bird guns, and even less so when he was not taken away at night.

The military mansion asked him to come over to the local owner. If there were these muskets, as long as you found a way to get some gunpowder, there would be no need to be too much. There was a trench outside the short wall of the village. Even if the regular army with thirty or fifty or enough food to attack Dingjiazhuang, it would not be afraid.

If he needs more muskets, he can join forces with the landlords around him to form a team training on the spot. He doesn't know who will fight who will be there.

Especially when I heard from Lao Wei that the garrison in Luocheng was deeply trapped in famine and had ammunition but no medicine, his eyes narrowed.

"Ask him if the dumplings are delicious?"

As soon as the translator finished speaking, the old guard was looking for water everywhere, and he was still busy nodding: "Okay, delicious, delicious."

Ding Hai's mouth curled up with a very happy smile, and raised his hand and said, "Tell him that I will give him three days of dry food, let him follow the way he came, bring them all the people they rest on the road, breastplate, helmet, long sword and this strange long axe, and take it back. I will take care of him for a meal of mutton dumplings and give him five days of dry food to return to Luocheng."

"Go back and tell your troops that the bird gun is a fire stick and brought it to Dingjiazhuang. A bird gun is 22 kilograms of cornmeal; a breastplate eleven kilograms of potato flour; a helmet and sword 5 and a half kilograms of white flour."

Ding Hai didn't care whether Lao Wei could understand the 'corn flour, white flour' in his mouth, and raised his hand and pointed at him, "How many things you brought back, how many kilograms of meat I'll give you."

"After eating, prepare dry food and water for him, don't let him die; by the way, let's tell him that there will be a Tianjun garrison in Dingjiazhuang soon, and I'm not afraid of him playing tricks."

In fact, Chen Jiujing has not yet had the idea of ​​letting the troops cross the river, but Ding Hai feels that the troops will come soon.

After saying that, he walked out with a bowl full of dumplings, not afraid of the cool breeze. He went out to find his younger brother Ding Lu, who had seized the profits from Zhengdian School, and said, "The garrison in Luocheng in the north is empty and famine is still causing trouble. This matter must be known as soon as possible for General Chen of Baishan City to take a boat to go there."

The so-called Baishan City is Bordeaux, because the troops stationed there are mainly Baishan Camp, and immigrants from North Asia call it Baishan City.

Ding Lu was also red in his eyes when he saw the battle. The weapons of this batch of armor and weapons came too unexpectedly and smoothly, which both excited and made him feel uneasy. He said, "We must let General Chen know that at least we have to send some troops to us. We will kill their soldiers. What if the army comes to the door?"

As they were talking, the sound of horse hooves came from outside the village. Dingjiazhuang, who had just experienced a fight, became hustle again. The villager roared out of the village with weapons, but saw a Beiyang cavalry under the archway. The bright red ponytail on the helmet was extremely conspicuous. The owner of the helmet was carrying the cavalry guns on his side and twisting the horse. He frowned on his neck, looking at the corpses outside the village. After a moment, he ran out of the village and shouted: "Where is the master of the Baibadao No. 2 Soldier and Food Station?"

Ding Hai heard the sound and walked out of the village guests, bowed and said, "At Ding Hai, the owner of Dingjiazhuang, I wonder which general is under the standard of the military master?"

"I am a cavalry under the guerrilla king general. I have an emergency military situation. I also asked the owner of the manor to prepare horse grass quickly and get a full bag... Is this the fierce battle?"

A shopkeeper took the water bag. Before Ding Hai could answer, he heard the knight continue, "The owner of the farm should collect the body as soon as possible and bury it on the spot. In the next half month, day and night patrol, just a few dozen miles away from the northeast, the official army has fought with the enemy. The owner of the farm is ready to... to receive the wounded soldiers."
Chapter completed!