Xinshun 1730

Chapter 46 Huskies

Du Feng and his partners squatted on the branches just like they used to rob the caravan.

Swinging around on the pine trees is their way of picking pine towers, robbing caravans, and hiding footprints.There is no need to tie it to a tree branch with a rope.

Seeing the Rakshasa team, Du Feng frowned and took a hissing breath.

Everything was just as Liu Yu guessed, these Rakshasa people didn't have any skills such as attacking east and west, forming an array and rounding up.

It's not that they don't know how, it's just that they are used to bullying tribes, and they really don't need those skills.

After simply lining up, line up the three cannons.

However, this gun is a bit shabby.

There were no carriages, but only three barrels, strapped to a sled and pulled by two moose.

When they arrived at the place, the four Raksha people carried the rope, just like lifting a pig after the New Year slaughter, and lifted the cannon barrel down.

The gunner seemed to be very experienced. He chose a ridge and used two pieces of wood to pad it underneath.

He muttered a few words that Du Feng could not understand, found a branch from the ground, broke it, tested the height, and placed it under the cannon body.

After the gunpowder was loaded, the people behind the gun barrel swished away.The gunner took the torch and lit the fuse, and there was a bang...

The shells flew so fast that Du Feng couldn't see clearly.

I saw that the cannon body flew back two steps, and it landed on the snow with a sizzling sound of boiling water.The gunner next to him was wearing gloves, and lifted the cannon barrel again, and placed it on the soil slope.

Turning his head to look at the fence of the village, Du Feng also admired it.

This cannon looks so shabby, but the gunner is a master. With just a few branches and a few skids, he was able to hit a single shot and directly hit the fence of the village.

The Raksha people in front of the cannon, and the naturalized people from the tribe who came with them, formed three sparse rows.

He took out the ax that was more than half a person tall, and stuck it on the ground.He used the fork of the ax as a gun mount, and mounted the heavy matchlock gun on the axe.

bang bang bang...

The shooting was carried out in an orderly manner, and it could be seen that the level of training was still there.

Occasionally, a few arrows would fly out from the fence of the village, but at such a long distance, the arrows were already limp and powerless.

Everything went as Liu Yu expected. After about six or seven times of bombardment, the temperature may have been too high, so the guns stopped firing.

Those Raksha men who were firing guns also came forward with muskets or axes.

The fences of the village had been smashed and riddled with holes, but the tribe's primitive bows and arrows did not cause any harm to these Raksha people. One arrow fell on a Raksha man, but it didn't even penetrate the leather jacket.

Afterwards, these Raksha people yelled "Ula" and rushed towards the village with muskets on their backs and heavy axes.

The rushing is very methodical. Instead of starting to run at a long distance, they start to rush after queuing up and approaching.

Beside the three cannons, there were only six Rakshasa people left.Sitting on the gunpowder barrel, smoking by the fire, stepping on a cannonball leisurely, rolling back and forth.

It looked like they were having fun.Dealing with those tribes is as simple as usual, defenseless.

It seems that taking the cannon is very simple.

But it is not.That's why Du Feng frowned and took a breath.

Indeed, there were six of them, and with the brothers on his side and the four masters that Liu Yu allocated to him, it was easy to kill these six people.

Liu Yu said that the timing is up to him.This seemed like the perfect time.

but……

There are only six people, but there is a large group of dogs.

A pack of scary dogs.

What Du Feng saw was a group of vicious dogs with black tops and white hairs, probably because of pulling sleds, all of them were very strong.

Pointy, inverted triangular ears.

The apricot-like eyes look blue, and the forehead is covered with white hair.

Some vicious dogs make low, hoarse barks, which don't sound like good people.

These dogs look a lot like wolves, and they bark like hoarse wolves.

Du Feng thought to himself, these dogs were born in a bitter cold place, so they must be brutal and vicious.Gundam is ferocious and capable of pulling sleds, so it is bound to be ruthless.

It looks like a wolf, but its ferocity is no less than that of a wolf.

Dozens of vicious dogs were right next to the cannon, curled up or lying on the ground, and the smoking Rakshasa threw a few pieces of meat to tease them. These dogs took the gunfire and shouting in front of them as nothing.

Obviously, he is very familiar with raising dogs. Du Feng has also raised dogs before, and he knows how the dogs will crazily bite if they attack their owners.

Now, the best chance to win the cannon is at hand.

If you don't jump down to grab the cannon at this time, even if you win in front, your credit will be gone.

The partner next to him also noticed the group of vicious dogs that he hadn't considered before. Looking at these wolf-like vicious dogs, hearing their hoarse growls and sharp wolf-like ears, each of them knew that they might be difficult to deal with.

They have seen wolves and know how ferocious wolves are.Every one of these vicious dogs looked as big and strong as a wolf, and their coat color was ferocious and their roars were astonishing, not to mention the hungry wolves in the mountains.

Du Feng gritted his teeth, reached out and took off the leather jacket of his partner, and put it on his body.

"In a moment, you go down and grab the guns. I'll kill those dogs."

While talking, he grabbed another leather jacket from his partner and tightly covered his throat.

There is even a piece around his crotch, he is not afraid of biting his leg, but Du Feng is afraid that he will bite his own thing right away, so wearing an extra piece around his waist is also more insurance.

"Brother Feng, don't go down. Master Liu is prepared, even if we don't seize these cannons, the Raksha people will not be able to win."

"That's right, Brother Feng, those dogs down there are no weaker than wolves. Look at that."

Du Feng couldn't help but stretch out his hand to tie the leather jacket around his neck to protect his throat, and took out a few horseshoe nails and handed them over.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll go down and chop up those dogs. There are only six people below, and you kill those Rakshasa people. After you're done, put the horseshoe nails in first and then go save me. If the front is not going well, take the wood Wedge the nails in to block the fire door. If everything goes smoothly, don't smash the nails. Dead cannons and live cannons are not the same skill."

"Brother Feng..." The third child looked at those vicious dogs, and wanted to persuade him one last time.

Du Feng sighed and clarified his words.

"Brother, I'm different from you. To put it bluntly, you'll just be a mess for the rest of your life."

"But I still have hope to leave this ghostly place. No one wants to spend their entire lives guarding the Northeast. You can't leave. But... But I still have hope. People live, don't they just live with hope and hope?"

"My father, my mother, and my sister, I have to take them out. To the south, to a warm place, to the colorful world."

"If I don't do this today, the ten years of hard work and the meritorious service that my father made by killing people will be all in vain. Master Liu is right, he is not my father and mother, why should he spoil me? Why do you speak for me for no reason?"

The few friends who had been playing since they were young took the horseshoe nails and put them in their mouths. They didn't say anything more, but just pinched Du Feng's shoulders, signaling to be careful.

At this time, those Luocha soldiers had rushed to the fence of the village, and it was the best time to go out and grab the cannon.

Du Feng gritted his teeth, thinking that it would be a big deal that he would be torn off a few pieces of flesh, as long as he didn't want to break his leg, he wouldn't be able to get on the horse.

He called out cruelly, and jumped down first with the knife in hand.

The bloated body wrapped in several layers of leather jacket rolled twice on the ground, stood up with strength, and ran towards the group of vicious dogs with a knife in hand, blocking between his companions and the vicious dogs.

The scolding and shouting behind him, the click of a knife hitting a bone, and the pop of a dagger piercing his stomach, all of this was not worth looking back at.

He was sure that his partner and those four masters would not be a problem against those unsuspecting Rakshasa artillerymen.

Now, all he has to do is to block the group of vicious dogs.

The owner of the vicious dogs has been attacked, and he can imagine how crazy these vicious dogs will be.

With the knife in his hand, Du Feng was breathing heavily, and the vicious dog opposite him barked hoarsely.

however……

These frightening-looking dogs with inverted triangular ears that looked like wolf cubs did not pounce on them.

Instead, he hurried to Du Feng's side, sticking out his tongue and circled around Du Feng twice, and even licked Du Feng's leather jacket with his tongue, shaking his body as if expecting Du Feng to scratch him. Scratch their bellies.

Du Feng was dumbfounded.

The hand holding the knife was a little weak, and just holding the determination to be torn off a few pieces of meat, I never thought that I saw such a group of dogs.

Looking back, the six Rakshasa people had been killed, and blood flowed all over the place.

But these wolf-like dogs turned a blind eye, wagging their tails as if waiting for Du Feng to play with them.Blue, almond-like eyes, full of joy to see people.

"Niu Niang... What kind of dog is this?"

…………

The fence next to the village came out, and the leader of the Cossacks held an ax and chopped open the wooden fence.The place that has been bombarded by shells is very fragile, and it will be knocked down with a little force.

Just like the tribes I encountered before, after a few shells and a volley of muskets, these tribesmen would disperse.

as always.

What happened a while ago dissatisfied the Cossack leader who dreamed of getting rich.

Those tribal people dared to deceive them, set fire to the house and burned more than a dozen Cossacks to death.

Although there are fewer people who distribute furs, and each person can distribute seven or eight more mink furs, after all, some lessons must be taught to these tribes, otherwise it will not be so easy to collect "Yasak" and let them pay tribute berries and nuts in the future.

Some tribesmen who took refuge in the past told them that people from various tribes would go to the "sacred monument" to offer sacrifices.The Cossacks thought it was ridiculous, the apocalypse and the doomsday had not yet come, so what was the use of praying to those evil gods?
"In a few days, the tower and the monument erected by the Khitan people should be destroyed."

Thinking of this, he pushed down the fence, and the Cossack leader looked at the old man who was beating the fish skin drum on a wooden house in the distance, and grinned.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his beard, bit the tobacco-smelling beard in his mouth, and shouted at the people who had already poured in: "Arrange! In the past. They have become like frightened rabbits. It only takes a round of muskets for them to flee to the forest."

A few Cossacks cursed and ignored his words, and rushed straight to a nearby hut, looking for furs, mammoth ivory, or anything that could be exchanged for silver coins at the vendors.

The rest of the people stood up very obediently, and after loading it, they shot here and there for a while.The fish skin drum stopped ringing, as if frightened by the musket.

With a sound of Ula, more than a hundred people lost their formation and rushed towards the not-so-high snow-covered place that seemed to be a wooden house.

In the ice castle, through the holes left by the wood, Liu Yu squinted his eyes.

The thick cotton gloves had been taken off and hung around his neck, his fingers tremblingly hooked on the trigger.

The heavily charged leaf spring has been pulled open, and the mountain is aimed at a very young Cossack boy.

The young man looked to be in his twenties, tall and thin, holding an ax in his hand, and there was a long scar on his left eye, extending from the corner of his eye to his chin.

Scars, there must be a story about bravery or luck.But it quickly becomes pointless.

The rushing Cossack had already reached four or five meters in front of the ice castle, where a lot of water was splashed and some snow powder was intentionally sprinkled on it, making it very slippery.

Perhaps it was an illusion, Liu Yu felt that she could smell the barn smell from the bad breath on the opposite side.

"put!"

With a cry, he pulled the trigger.Regardless of previous life or this life, this was Liu Yu's first murder.

(End of this chapter)