Beiyang new warlord

His military order did not pay any attention to the chaotic queues caused by the march.

But just when Wang Huaan's "sex" interest was impatient, another stinky old man stood in front of him. The old man with a sad face, Fan Wenju knelt on the ground sadly, begging with his fists in his hands.

"Buddha! We have cannons! Mao Tieyi used his troops like a ghost, and he stopped suddenly like this. He must be cheating! Let's try firing a round first?"

"No! What if the bombardment destroys the things in the Holy Curry? This is the guarantee for the deity to overthrow the demon dynasty and rule the world!"

Once a person commits an obsession, he really can't listen to what he said, and the boxes like the hillside are all over his eyes, and Wang Hua is about to fly out with peace of mind. The Buddha roared with red eyes.

"My Bailian army is protected by Dafa! It is invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, and there are as many as 20 soldiers. Mao Tieyi only has five or six thousand soldiers. Why are you afraid of him? Send the order of the deity to attack!"

"The last will obey!"

While Fan Wenju was watching, the generals of the rebel army rushed down the team one by one. Two or three hundred meters in front of the small bunker, the mighty rebel army suddenly stopped. After a while, the densely packed tent army was like three huge ants Like snatching food, he rushed towards Mao Jue on the low hill overwhelmingly.

During this attack, the morale of the soldiers of the tent army was really high. While pulsating their sore thighs, they let out beast-like cries.

It's been more than ten days of restless marching, everyone is exhausted and gasping for breath, everyone wants to end it quickly, even if he can't beat it, finish it quickly, so that he can have a warm bed when he goes back Bed, as long as you lie down, many people can sleep for two or three days.

On the hill, the shouts were overwhelming, but seeing the rebels marching hard in the sand with one foot deep and one shallow foot, Wen Meng's face was full of disdain, and he was also on the hot pot. The ants usually turned around with their hands behind their backs for several seconds, and this guy hugged Mao Jue again impatiently.

"General, give the order to fire! Just these thieves, let them go back one, the last general of the first regiment's defense is not suitable!"

"No hurries?"

Sitting on the bench, Mao Jue yawned lazily, with tears in his eyes, rubbed his eyes, then slowly shook his goose feather fan, smiled brightly and shook his head.

"If you want to defeat them, you don't need to go around in circles with them. If you want to fight, you have to fight!"

There was a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, reminiscent of the villain in the movie, Mao Jue smiled slyly and stood up holding the box, pretending to put his fan down a little.

"Without the general's order, no one is allowed to shoot. When they came up, they backed up and were dragged and beaten by the general. This line was just under my feet. Just don't let the wake-up thief touch the box! The rest Yes, there will naturally be a decision!"

"Go, drink tea!"

Yawning again, Mao Jue went around behind the box and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Seeing the Xingjun roaring and rushing to a place less than tens of meters away, the war-loving Wen Meng who had been trained by Mao Jue couldn't help but groan, and looked sadly at the rebel wild boar shouting under the hill The general formation, helplessly followed and turned.

Just when Wang Huaan was full of hope, he saw that his army was able to move the box back with a single hand, and he didn't know what kind of hellish suffering his troops were going through at the front.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Amidst the screams, the flat sandy beach suddenly sank. Unexpectedly, hundreds of people fell into the pit. The sandpit was buried with sharp bamboo thorns. Under the action of gravity, it was basically a pair of piercing holes, and the beach was soft. Well, if the cannon fire is fired, this trap will be useless at all. Unfortunately, if the Great Buddha saves it, these believers will have to pay with their lives.

Not to mention the first batch fell in, but couldn't stop the second batch and couldn't hold back their feet and fell, filling the pit after two falls.

Just when the rebels stretched out their hands to stop them and looked at the big pit in shock, dozens of black guns rang out out of thin air in the opposite sand, crackling and hitting their legs, and there was another scream. More than 30.

"Hey, little ones, grandpa is here! Come on! Grandpa treats you to ass!"

Mao Jue didn't realize that Kong Youde actually had the talent of a slut. After the sniping, this guy poked his ass out of the ditch and patted it vigorously. With his Liaodong accent, the angry face of the soldier in the front row became Eggplant purple.

"Did this little bastard!"

I don't know who roared, and regardless of the trap ahead, the tens of thousands of troops just ran forward.

It turns out that there is another world hidden under the hill. A classic visual deception is used. The outer side of the trench is higher than the inner side, so the trench is covered up. Standing on the opposite side, you can’t see it until you run to the front. One uses cement and sandbags. After being reinforced, the maze-like trenches came into the eyes of the rebels.

Densely packed!

One confiscated his feet, and a few fell down again in a hurry. Fortunately, this time because the officers and soldiers had to leave, they didn't put bamboo thorns, but just put some barbed wire before leaving. The one on it was still unlucky, the straw sandals couldn't stop the puncture of this thing at all, and the sharp spikes directly pierced the soles of the feet.

Before they could cry out, the tent soldiers in the second row also jumped down with swords and shields, and stepped on them.

Mao Jue's soldiers, no matter whether they are personal soldiers or preparing soldiers, are as good as moles. Their hands are trained in digging potatoes and sweet potatoes in winter, and the Jiuqu Yellow River is dug in trenches. In a daze, there was a bang from time to time, and I saw a few rebel planes take to the sky, barbed wire was everywhere, and the Bailian rebels walking in the trench were complaining endlessly.

However, standing on the beach at the back and looking over, the situation is very good. Seeing the one-person-deep trench full of yellow turbans of the rebels, it seems that the gold, silver and jewels of St. Curry are about to be taken back. , Wang Dafo, who saw it, was smiling, and he kept waving the white lotus religion banner there.

"Quick! Come on! Take the things back to the deity, no! Where is Zhao's stick, and you should also be watched by the deity, don't let anyone rob the property! Anyone who moves, behead!"

It's really small-minded. At this time, he still misses that bit of property, and suddenly thinks about it. Wang Hua'an clamored to send a general to save his money from being robbed again.But at this time, Fan Wenju couldn't care less about admonishing him. He was all focused on the battlefield, looking at the battlefield with his eyes like a falcon.

Having fought against Dongjiang Tieyi Army, he knows how terrifying this army is!

Not to mention the sharpness of the firearms, but also the morale of fearless death, and the killing skills are even more frightening. After inquiring about the remnants of the rebel army who withdrew from the back city, some people still don't understand what's going on. Generally, three or four people are stabbed to death, one charge, and one team collapses.

But up to now, except for a few explosions, brave soldiers, and artillery fire like a storm, he hasn't seen it yet!

Mao Jue tried his best to lure the main force of the Shandong White Lotus Sect rebels to this beach. It's definitely not just to tease himself, right?

Thousands of the most elite Liaodong veterans around him, plus more than 600 desperate soldiers with the same bayonet given by Mao Jue, are all held in his hands. Once an emergency occurs, he will immediately take these The army is sent out, to save the front lines.

But the opponent was Mao Jue. Even so, Fan Wenju still had no idea.

"General Mao, what are you thinking?"

With sweat all over his palms, Fan Wenju murmured.

Just when Fan Wenju was full of nervousness, he didn't know that Mao Jue didn't think about anything at all. He didn't even focus on commanding the battle. In the ditch behind the box, a handful of black tea brought back from Jiangnan was boiled in a pot There was a gurgling sound, and the smell of milk rushed to my face. I stretched out my hand and poured in a few pieces of sugar, and stirred them with a spoon. Mao Jue couldn't help but yawned a lot, looked back at the pile of boxes, and complained sleepily. .

"Haven't you come yet?"

Chapter 2 Ten. The Unforgettable Fear of a Lifetime

After all, there are only [-] people, and the tools they hold are shovels and hoes in just a few days. Even if there are forklifts and excavators in later generations, digging a mountain bag is still a big project. It took more than ten minutes to drill holes and step on traps. The rebels also crowded to the bottom of the hill.

It's only thirty meters away from those boxes!

Snatch the box back, and my Buddha is satisfied, and everyone can go back to Dengzhou to sleep.Someone couldn't bear it any longer, and climbed directly to the hillside while climbing the wall of the trench.

It was really within reach, and the holy library could be snatched back by running more than ten meters. Wang Hua'an, who was watching the battle behind, even showed joy on his face, but at this moment, a burst of white smoke was heard amidst the sound of fried beans. , finally evaporated.

"Donkey Ball!"

Seeing more than a dozen people rushing up and falling down like gourds, Master Foye yelled indecently, but Fan Wenju, who had been wiping his sweat, was slightly relieved. The battle had been going on for half an hour. Before, Mao Jue had been fighting with the Mizong Fist, which made people unable to guess his thoughts, but as long as the officers and soldiers revealed their intentions, this battle would have to be fought. After all, the officers and soldiers still had targets to protect, then It is no longer that good attackers are untouchable like the Nine Heavens, at least the two sides are placed in a fair battle position.

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

"Quick, keep up!"

In the narrow ditch, the rough faces of the Liaodong men were flushed, and several sentry chiefs were shouting desperately, holding bundles of flintlock guns, and the soldiers were also sweating profusely as they ran.

This time, I also used the famous war method of the Japanese Warring States period, the iron cannon group attack! Because the terrain is too narrow, only two people can pass sideways, so only 100 people were selected from one regiment to shoot, and the rest, They were all loaded in the tunnel at the back, and people kept bringing the loaded firecrackers back and forth, and then took the finished ones back. Although the number of shots was reduced, the density of gunfire was several times denser.

This is not a computer game either. With just a click of the mouse, the army has no head and milk, and the rebels are also afraid of death. Although the officers and shaman behind them are "buffs" and "morale halos", unless they are pushed to the extreme , that Xu Jun would not run up to seek death by himself, the entire [-] meters of the box piled up into anxiety, one batch came up in a while, and was shot back by the flintlock gun array, and another batch came up in a while, and then was densely packed The gunfire receded.