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Many Dongjiang troops were indeed shot like hedgehogs, but few fell down. On the contrary, it was the Ming army who shot three times with their guns in hand, causing terrible damage. on the hillside.

Compared with the Juniper Army, Mao Jue's Dongjiang is not at all damaged in military equipment. On the contrary, Mao Jue can't wait to sell all his underwear and replace them with armor to put on his soldiers. Money is not so important, and the army is the one that can save lives in troubled times. For the cost, compared to the old cotton and leather armor with rusty iron inside, Juniper Liu Tingjun and Mao Juejun's armor could catch up with that of a general of a thousand households.

His flintlock, pointed bullets, and its lethality are far stronger than the Ming army's blunderbuss. The blunderbuss can't penetrate armor, and the flintlock has two eyes.

But at this time, several messy flags suddenly appeared on the northern flank of Mao Jue's army. More than 1000 meters away, the same dense crowd of savages and Jurchens revealed their messy fur hats and coats, and began to stride towards the battlefield. When the reinforcements arrived, Jurchen, the savage Jurchen of the Jiashan tribe who suffered heavy casualties under the gunfire, also let out loud cheers.

Shocked by this scene, Shorty Song almost fell off his horse and shouted sadly.

"Shu Mu Department! General! Shu Mu Department!"

Who knew that Mao Jue still acted as if he hadn't woken up, without raising his eyelids. At the same time, Wen Meng's broken voice on the front line rang out again.

"charge!"

The bayonets were erected, and three rows of thousands of soldiers of the Dongjiang Army also launched a charge amid wild cheers. Facing the afternoon sun, the gloomy bayonets reflected the piercing cold light. Under the hasty charge, the cold light instantly changed to It turned red, and blood stained most of the hillside, and the cheers that the wild Jurchen hadn't finished shouting stopped abruptly in an instant.

Chapter 257. Four Thousand Soldiers

Historically, a war broke out between the Romans and the Gauls. In terms of numbers, the Gauls had an absolute advantage, with nearly 5 people. Several tribes allied forces, but the Romans had only four legions of less than [-]. And in terms of physique, the Gaul warriors who grew up in the forest seem to be stronger than the Romans.

However, the war was won and lost in just half an hour. The outnumbered Roman legion not only defeated the Gauls, but also carried out a cruel and brutal massacre of the entire Gaul tribe.

The trend of today's war seems to be similar to that war. The Jurchen of the Kashan tribe who charged in a dense group collided with the short-distance charge, and the first regiment and the third regiment were drawn into a horizontal formation. In the fierce fight, the fifth regiment was The edge of the battle line quickly wrapped around Jiashan Jurchen's back.

"General, please leave it to Pindao! Pindao can persuade the Shumu Department to suspend the attack. Pindao can delay them for a while!"

His huge forehead was covered with sweat, Shorty Song was begging impatiently, but at this time, Mao Jue still looked unhurried, turned his head lazily, and then yawned Said.

"No need, it will be over soon."

"General!"

Mao Jue no longer paid attention to him, but narrowed his eyes as if he was asleep.

But the battlefield really changed as he said, almost rapidly.

On the battlefield, the huge uproar continued. Amid wild beast roars, holding a heavy iron battle axe, the little Jiashan Jurchen chief slashed desperately at the sharp bayonet bushes. These wild Jurchens were indeed brave and fierce Fighting without fear of death, however, facing the jungle of bayonets like thorns, they are still very uncomfortable. If they don't pay attention, they will be knocked down by a bayonet in the densely packed mountain of knives, but every time they attack, they seem to face Like five or six people in the Dongjiang Army, wooden spears and steel knives are always pushed aside.

This little chief is extremely ferocious. In the fierce sparks, he chopped off several heavy and strong flintlock barrels, and even smashed an ax into the shoulder armor of a Dongjiang soldier, causing him to vomit blood. But when he was at his most arrogant, he suddenly felt a coldness in his right rib, which was unbelievable. He turned his head and looked at the past, and at some point, there were rows of Dongjiang soldiers behind him.

No matter how powerful the troops are, it is also a hard battle to attack on both sides, let alone facing a fierce army like the Dongjiang Army. Countless savage Jurchen warriors turned their heads suddenly, but what was greeted was cold bayonets that plunged into their chests. Next, the Jurchens in front who were struggling among the bayonet bushes also lost their composure, and blood holes were continuously added to their bodies as they made mistakes. The Jurchen warrior swallowed and crushed, and as the triangular thorn was pulled out, the gushing blood stained the hillside.

"Despicable Han people! I will kill you!"

Like a lone wolf on the verge of death, with his left hand covering the bloody hole in his waist, Chief Tomahawk held his ax high in his right hand, roaring angrily, but immediately, the bayonet pierced his right leg, causing him to stagger to his knees on the ground Immediately afterwards, a bayonet stabbed into his back, causing him to vomit blood, and then several consecutive bayonets pierced his chest one by one.

"Despicable, despicable!"

His eyes were slack, and he could no longer hold the axe. He once ruled the Hamgyong Do Jurchen Chief Iron Ax with his bravery, but now only his contemptuous language attacks remained. Unfortunately, those Dongjiang soldiers could not hear his original Jurchen language. I understand, I just think it's just a babbling nonsense, which can't make any waves.

The next second, a Dongjiang soldier held his chest, kicked him to the ground, and pulled out his bayonet.

Even the battle-tested troops would be overwhelmed by such casualties, not to mention the impromptu convening of the Murano warriors. Thousands of people crowded together and had no fighting spirit anymore, just like in the Battle of Cannae, defeated by Han Like the Roman army surrounded by Nibal, they were crowded together and could only be desperately killed by bayonets everywhere. The remaining 1000 people leaned on the fifth regiment and fled back crying.

However, what happened to make these savages and Jurchens angry and scold their mothers happened. These rout soldiers fled to the front of Jiashan Village, and saw the pursuers behind them striding forward, with blood dripping from the red bayonets in their hands. These people were desperate They slammed on the fence gate, but their leader, Jiashanmang Huoli, the chief of the Jiashan tribe, had no intention of opening the gate at all, and the five or six hundred tribe warriors of the Jiashan family who guarded the city wall did not even let in the nobles of their own tribe, letting them cry Shout and curse.

Finally, seeing that the third and fourth sentries of the fifth regiment, who were unable to keep their formation, lowered their bayonets and charged again with shouts, the true warrior had no choice but to abandon his small family in despair, and went into the deep mountains and wild forests.

However, the most embarrassing part of the entire battlefield was not the Jiashan tribe who had just been defeated and massacred, but the Sumu tribe who came all the way to support them. They started fighting when they showed their heads, and when they rushed to the front, the fight was over! The marching speed was getting faster and faster. The slower it gets, the slower it becomes like a snail. The distance from the battlefield is only [-] meters, and no one dares to take another step. Everyone was stunned at the scene, those Jiashan Nuzhen who were more fierce than them were thrown to the ground, crying and begging for mercy, Dongjiang soldiers fiercely stabbed down their bayonets, and their pitch-black cotton armor was dyed red with blood.

On the edge, Dongjiang soldiers continued to hold bloody bayonets provocatively.

"Come on! Silvers! Grandpa hasn't killed enough yet!"

Every Shumu Jurchen has a short-circuited head, which is unreasonable!Shouldn't the Han people be polite and then be as weak as sheep, robbed and killed by them?What happened to all the bears, tigers and leopards in front of me?

More importantly, do you still fight?It looks like it's giving away people's heads, right?

Fortunately, when they were confused, a guy with the appearance of a big-headed son ran out from the Dongjiang camp on a horse. Seeing him, Shumu Yeertai, the chief of the Sumu tribe, was as if seeing his own father. Hastily rode his horse to meet him, dismounted sadly, and went up to Shorty Song's head in person, grabbed his rein and shouted sadly.

"Master Daoist! The villain was overwhelmed by lard for a while, so he came here to have fun. The villain is really repentant. Can you plead with General Dongjiang to spare Shu Mubu's life?"

"Shh!"

Before he could finish speaking, Shorty Song gesticulated with his fingers in front of his mouth with a guilty conscience and began to blow. After looking around ghostly, he lowered his voice and muttered softly.

"I told my general that your Sumu Department is here to help the battle. Seeing that you have not launched an attack, the general has not suspected it yet. Now you hurry up and kill the Jiashan Department. You can kill as much as you can, except for the Jiashan Shanzhai. Except for the general, the rest are all enemies, and all the beauties and belongings are offered, and the general must not resist if he wants to smoke, so that I can keep your Su Mu clan, otherwise!"

Turning his head again, Shorty Song seemed to show a look of fear, and grinned and said.

"Otherwise, my family's general wants to leave the obedient Baizuo department to cultivate, and kill the remaining two major departments and thirty or so small departments to prevent future troubles! No, the strongest in Liaodong Have all the guards gathered here!"

This strong man over 1.8 meters shivered tremblingly. He didn't doubt a word of Song Datou's words. Looking at the kill in front of him, wasn't it a heavenly soldier or a general?

As for the possibility that the imperial court could really pull out all the elites in Liaodong and beat them up in a bigger place, his head with more muscles than brain cells couldn't think of it for the time being.

"Thank you, Daoist!"

Hurriedly kowtowed again to Shorty Song, and rode back to those stupid leaders of the Sumu tribe. This guy roared like a leopard again, and then the messy Sumu Jurchen team turned around, huffing and puffing. He ran towards his original ally, the Jiashan tribe, who were scattered all over the mountains and plains.

Yiqi stood there alone, watching the backs of these people, but Song Datou couldn't help showing an expression of crushing intelligence on his face, and shook his funny big head in pity.

"Alas! Too young!"

The surging roar of battle filled the mountains and plains, not only the Sumu people, but also the soldiers who were drawn out of the Baizuo tribe ran up the mountain desperately at the order. It's still a world feud, and they are often robbed and attacked by the Jiashan tribe on weekdays. This is really an opportunity for revenge. It seems that they have forgotten the hatred of being forced into the army by Dongjiang. These Jurchens don't care about slashing their knives at On the head of the same race.

It is not correct to say the same race here, because Jurchen has never been the name of a nation, but the general name of all the ethnic minorities in the Northeast in the Central Plains.

Puffs of black smoke and dust suddenly ignited in the Jiashan Mountains, and there were shrill cries in those small villages. Women ran away in terror with their children in their arms, and old men wanted to kill them with wooden guns and hatchets. He resisted, but was cut down to the ground by the Jurchens in leather robes with a grinning grin.

Even if he betrayed his fellow clan, standing at the gate of the cottage, watching the Su Mu people and Bai Zuoren rampage wantonly on his own territory, the old man Jiashan Mang Huoli's eyes are still red with hatred.

"Sumu Yeertai! Bai Zuohu! This hatred! Jiashanbu has recorded it!"

The bloody massacre lasted until the evening, and the total number of Jurchen savages in Hamgyong Province dropped from more than 3 to more than 6000. There were no prisoners in Dongjiang on the battlefield. After reading it again, the standard Genghis Khan law of the grasslands, all men with high wheels will be killed, and old women will not be spared.

The black humor is that even this place is based on face, only the beautiful ones can survive, tied up with ropes, and carried out of the mountain crying like grasshoppers.

It seems that they are becoming more and more integrated into this era, and they are less and less aware of killing Mao Jue. There is no way, this is the universal law of this era. These Jiashan people seem to be pitiful, but once Jin Dong invades, they will not Obediently being a spectator in the mountains, when the time comes, the poor ones will be the immigrants from Dongjiang. As the commander of Dongjiang, Mao Jue has to plan ahead.

And everything is moving towards his plan, the Jiashan tribe is completely damaged, and there is no day to turn around, while the hands of the Baizuobu and Sumubu are stained with blood, sowing the seeds of hatred, and there are still 1000 people The Duojiashan warriors fled into the vast Baekdu Mountain behind them, that is, Changbai Mountain. Their strength is not enough to shake this area, but they are a threat. Mao Jue will place the recruit training camp here in the future. I believe they should be a The perfect whetstone allows more Dongjiang people or those who identify with Dongjiang to lose their greenness and grow into a brave Dongjiang lion.

The torches illuminated the entire mountain depression, and they didn't even dare to stand side by side with Mao Jue's personal soldiers. With the chiefs of the Shumu Department, Sumu Yeertai shrank at the back of the team. With Mao Jue's arrival, he was confined One day, the Jiashan stronghold was finally opened with a bang. In the trembling, the old fox Jiashan Mang Huoli, who had stood in line correctly, led a dozen or so trembling Jiashan tribesmen to kneel down at Mao Jue's feet.

For more than 200 years, the Jurchen of Hamgyong Province, which had not been conquered by Lee's North Korea, has completely crawled towards the Dongjiang River today.